The car sped along the motorway and Josh was satisfied that he had caught up on lost time. He surprised those that he called on so that he could see just how ‘operations’ were being managed. Besides mundane work, the drive down to the West Country, and a stopover in Exeter, were becoming a highlight of his trips away. Evie knew what could happen and she had spoken of it again only that morning before he had left her.
‘Just tell me that you’ve been with someone and that it’s been safe…that you’re not taking it seriously.’
‘I promise,’ he had answered soothingly. It continued to amaze him that they could swing and talk of it afterwards. ‘Besides, nothing’s arranged and it will only be the third time in over a year. You and I said that we’d not make it a regular thing with those we hooked up with when I was away from you.’
‘I won’t either,’ she had smiled as they stood at the front door, and he had made ready to leave her. ‘I’ve decided to go to a gathering at the Barrett’s place for the evening. I got an invite yesterday while I was at work.’
‘Oh, so soon?’ the way that she had told him aroused his curiosity. They had been at a wild party only a week ago.
‘Don’t get angry, but I overheard you speaking to someone last night that made me wonder if you had made plans for some fun while you’re away. I thought I would do the same.’
‘She’s doing the chasing, darling, and no plans have been made, at least not by me.’
‘I can understand why, though,’ Evie had said, her hands brushing over his face before she moved to kiss him deeply in farewell. ‘I feel the same way about you.’
Josh looked lean and fit and wore his blue jacket and chinos so well, accompanied by his blue, white striped, shirt, open by a couple of buttons at his chest. His face had its rakish appearance, enhanced by a neatly tended stubble beard that looked so dark even on his lightly tanned face. She understood that he would want to play as it didn’t happen so often that it had her thinking he was losing interest in her.
‘The Barrett’s parties are often the best. Even you’ve said so.’
He’d seen her smile, somewhat guiltily. The hosts always put on a feast and those attending were expected to dress appropriately. ‘I thought that I’d go, even if it is on a weeknight.’
‘I’ll be thinking of you.’
‘Don’t let her know that, will you, whoever she is?’ Evie had smiled on watching him step away and cross the gravelled driveway to his car. ‘Remember to call my sis, Juliet, won’t you? She could do with some loving company while you’re down there.’
‘Oh sure, and with me?’ he laughed out, dismayed to hear her even speak of it.
‘Just think about it, if you can tear your mind away from your new lady friend.’
He had said that he would do as she suggested.
Now, as he pulled in for lunch at a favoured pub, on the edge of the moorland, his iPhone bleated. He saw the call that was expected, to the minute and as he had agreed on.
‘Trish! I’ve been hoping that I would hear from you with an answer, that we could meet again.’ He saw her image on the screen, for only a few teasing moments, as Trish held out her phone so that he could take in her slender face, then a fulsome figure shaped by a long-sleeved faux wrap blouse in emerald green. A pendant necklace was to be seen nestling at her breastbone as if he needed any reminding of her freckled skin that was to be found there. The woman brought so much in her pleasing of him.
‘You know that I want that,’ she retorted only too directly, Trish’s voice taking on the sound of a softer West Country burr when she was angry. That much he had learned of the woman whose image now drifted before his eyes. ‘I’ll be at the Ellacott’s, as before, and you can bring all of your energy. I don’t want to hear any excuses this time!’
‘You are in a mood, lady,’ he said easily and with a soft laugh.
‘You know damn well why! I’ve tried to speak to you for days!’
‘And we don’t play that way, Trish, do we? No chains of that sort…remember?’ he teased and kept control of his irritation to have her behaving so possessively. ‘Anything else and that’s by agreement, got that?’
‘Yes, okay…okay,’ she was heard to sigh. ‘At least I know that you’ll be with me so the guesswork’s over.’
‘It matters, does it?’
‘You’ll find out, just like you did last time. It’s not like this with the few others I go with.’ She let that sink in. ‘Be there by nine, could you, please? I’ll have put Dan straight that I want to be there with a guest, as I now refer to you.’
Josh laughed as he spoke out. The Ellacott’s place would be reached by taxi, and he would leave them, and Trish, as before and after times that had been spent together. ‘I’m already a member…’
‘Then we’ll have no problems getting together again, will we, Josh?’
‘No, so be happy, Trish. I want to see that wonderful smile of yours.’ It brightened an otherwise rather plain face. Her captivating figure, and how she used it, more than made up for that.
‘And the rest of me later,’ she retorted with a brittle laugh. ‘I shouldn’t say it, but it matters to me meeting up again with you, Josh. I showed you the last time…’
How could he forget, he chose not to say. ‘I’ll be there, I promise.’
Trish was no beauty and the slim, slender-faced, long-legged, and full-breasted woman, with her wide smile, amazed him for the contradictions along with her mood changes and what had been said.
Swingers simply didn’t get emotionally involved and he could only say that he lusted after the woman’s body; a voluptuousness that was so different from his Evie’s tended, sylph-like, figure. It, and the act, were all that those that were to be met at the Ellacott’s unassuming bungalow expected, but these gatherings never could be called ‘sport-screwing’ as some believed such gatherings to be.
The group was always small, and discretion was of paramount concern to all who were to be encountered. A simple internet search, and then narrowing down the results, had finally brought him to register with them, then to their door on that first occasion.
As he drove to his next appointment, Josh wondered if their last meeting had set this particular hare running in Trish’s mind. He was different…
♠
Trish stepped back into the Council offices and took to the stairs. She felt relieved to have spoken to him and now knew that Josh would soon be seen again. The guy was successful and married; he lived far enough away for their encounters to have a particular intensity for her. They aroused emotions that she had felt from the moment she had first seen him and that others at the Ellacott’s, those she chose to share particular intimacies with, never achieved. The man was so different, and his hunger for her was seemingly unquenchable. It was just what she needed to break her out of the raging provinciality that was work, and life, here in Devon.
What she would wear would be thought on. It had worked before; the plainness of her face not to be disguised by the little make-up that she always wore. Instead, Josh had discovered the passionate woman beneath her skin…
♠
Trish felt a rush of uncommon longing for the guy she saw talking to Ben Ellacott. He was new to the group.
She had overheard Ben tell others in the group, gathering for the evening, that a ‘visitor’ would be joining them. He was well-dressed with an impeccable sense of casual style; that shock of wavy brown hair and lean face, his wonderful smile and look of interest, as he caught her looking his way, arousing an uncommon yearning for a man she had yet to meet.
The guy’s appraising glance at her was enough to set her pulse racing and inflame her senses. It tightened the ache of sudden longing for someone younger than she was, but not by so much that it would raise eyebrows. After all, that was what these clubs were for, to experience the new and to satisfy your desire for those you met and would often be out of reach under different circumstances.
Ben seemed intent on introducing them.
The summer’s day was uncommonly warm and her scoop-necked sleeveless dress, with its floral print, flattered her figure, gladiator sandals an added flourish to her slender legs. Beaded bracelets and a pendant necklace, hanging to her breastbone, were enough to have drawn his attention upon her and of the other men in attendance. But it had been this handsome stranger who had captivated her and had taken the hand that she held out in greeting.
‘Josh…meet Trish,’ Ben had laughed and that was the introductions dispensed with. He stepped away and they followed his progress before Josh turned to her.
‘I wondered what to pack for a business trip, but…but I see I’ve judged it right for an evening out.’ He drew closer. ‘Are there more like you in this group…your summer dress looks stunning on you?’
‘Thanks!’ she laughed out and reddened, unaccustomed to such compliments.
‘I’m just saying how it is, for me.’
‘And I hear you, Josh,’ she smiled, taken in by his direct ways. The compliment was only too genuine to her ways of hearing it.
‘I’m the only one to say it and I can tell you there are none like you, here tonight.’
She was seen to turn and look at the others for an instant. His flattering words alone had found their mark. ‘So, you’ll be here for a day or so then gone again? That’s too bad…’
‘I travel this way every few months, so it fits the pattern of the club’s ways…’
‘You’re in others?’ she asked, sipping on her drink and meeting again his appraising look upon her. ‘Direct aren’t you, in doing that?’
‘I like what I see,’ he grinned, ‘and yes, I’m in another group back home. My wife and I play and have an arrangement. We tell each other what we’ve found and whom we’ve met.’
‘As you do,’ she ventured.
‘And you?’
‘Single, have been for ten years or so now. I find the company that I want, when I want, in this way. It saves getting in too deep with people…I’ve been there and lost.’
‘Who’s being honest or direct now?’
They were interrupted by Ben. He was seen to be carrying a small tray.
‘The others are going in. Want some stuff to make the evening zing some more?’ Ben asked, a quizzical frown creasing his fleshy face as he looked at each of them in turn.
‘Jeez, hell no!’ Josh rasped in sudden anger. ‘If it’s that sort of group I’m out!’
He felt a restraining hand on his arm and turned on feeling the strength of Trish’s hold on him. ‘I’m not into that either, Josh…’
‘So, that leaves you to play in your ways of it,’ Ben concluded with a raucous laugh. ‘Room two is yours! The group fun is in the sauna and jacuzzi room!’ he called out over his shoulder as he left them.
Trish gripped his hand and arm, pressed against Josh, and she looked up at him, wonderingly. She saw the soft smile of recognition that there would be few preambles to their tryst, his hands offering caresses to her hip and belly as she led him to their room. The air was heavily scented and two large candles flickered in their fluted glass holders on a dresser, the poor light casting their shapeless flickering shadows onto one wall.
‘Wait! I want to look at you, Trish,’ he murmured on reaching for a cable switch that lit a small lamp placed on a tall stand in one corner of the room. She saw him unbuttoning his sleeves and begin on his shirt front, but she stopped him and made Josh look at her.
‘I’m breaking my own rules,’ she whispered, on meeting a first kiss as Josh drew her to him. She groped for him and felt the hard swell in his trousers, Josh’s evident strength and longing for her. ‘This is crazy, what’s happening so quickly!’
‘That’s what makes these moments so special…’
She shuddered and sagged against him, felt Josh’s fingers tug lose the fastening of her dress and then the slow slip of the zip over her enervated skin. She hunched her shoulders and felt him ease the dress down, shivering in response to his touch on her back as nimble fingers unfastened her bra. His actions soon revealed the soft tumble of her large, firm breasts and how her nipples stood proud, inviting his attention to them.
‘That you should bring this to me.. a stranger,’ she heard him murmur in appreciation.
Josh buried his face to them and she guided his sucking kisses, all the while tugging on his shirt until it slipped over his shoulders. He took a step away, but she held his wrists as, together, they tugged on his belt and unfastened his chinos.
Josh felt her hair brush his skin as she looked down before her trembling fingers clamped the swell in his briefs. Her fingers tugged at the waistband and his straining prick suddenly sprang free, jerking as she touched it slowly.
‘I make you feel this way…so soon?’ she gasped softly. It was soon answered by his growl of admission for all that being with her had aroused in him and so quickly.
‘Yes, see what you’ve done to me?’ he quipped with a teasing smile. ‘It’s all I have…for you.’
‘And all that I can take,’ she answered nervily, looking into his eyes, but keeping her hands to him. Her breasts brushed over his skin and she felt his warm breaths as she worked him deftly.
From a mat of hair, that spiralled up over his belly, sprang his erection, its glistening tip prompting her to kneel and to put her mouth to it as her fingers brazenly caressed its length, squeezed on his sac.
‘Do you want this from me?’ Trish asked and gazing up at him. She had felt his coaxing touches as she knelt before him and had shivered at the prospect of what would follow the briefest of introductions. His touch was hot on her bare skin; his caresses to her shoulders and fingers in her hair guided her as she licked his shaft or circled the tip with her tongue before she again looked up at him and in response to his gentle tug on her hair. ‘Not now?’
He shook his head. She felt his touch on her shoulders, then the slide of questing, gently squeezing, fingers over her arms and breasts as he leant forward and kissed her upturned face, then parted lips. She felt the rush and wetness between her legs and responded with fiery kisses, was overcome by the raging surges of longing that were impossible to deny. They had been aroused by a stranger.
‘No, we try this and then so much more.’
He drew her against him, had her raise one leg around his hip before he lifted her, clamped her buttocks fiercely, and had her feel the press of his prick against her belly before meeting her instinctive response; to claim it and feel the slow slip against her moist lips as his fingers worked her opening. He persuaded her to rise and fall, to meet these deepening touches as he began to find her.
‘Crazy…crazy!’ she gasped and pushed down to meet his claims, Josh’s thrusts stretching her until she felt she would be impaled upon him. ‘I…I can’t go on!’
‘Try! You can at least try! I love what you make me feel, already!’ His lips tugged on her nipples and his fingers worked to open her. ‘What you bring and do make me want you!’
And then…
And then, Josh lowered her fully onto him, and she felt the breath catch in her throat as he seemed to climb higher and higher within her body; to caress and stretch her until she clung to him; tore her mouth from his sought-after kisses that would silence he cries of wanton abandon. She gasped in time with his taking of her, Josh’s prick moving like a piston in its sleeve as he claimed her in these beguiling tempestuous ways.
‘You…you wonder, you young wonder!’
Josh carried her to the bed and knelt on the edge. He kept his hold upon her, as she was lowered onto the cool sheets, and he slowly began a sinuous tamp of her body. He felt her push up to claim and tug on him, to feel his hands grip her breasts and squeeze hard; felt his lips slick slowly over her skin before they tugged on her nipples as if they would be torn from her body.
‘Do it fast!’ she gasped and pushed up from the bed, her feet scrabbling to make it happen.
‘I want to fuck…to really fuck with you!’ he cried out as she tugged fiercely on his plunging length.
They heard the slap of their skins against each other and the soft slapping of his hips upon her as they pursued an uninhibited and energetic rut. It was only too possible that they would never do so again.
‘Josh! Yes…so do I…so do I! she cried out, the tears springing to her eyes as she felt her approaching climax…then another…and another. Her shudders of raging pleasure were met by his kisses and easing of the pace. She stopped. ‘’Oh God, a condom, use a condom!’
‘Hell! Now of all times!’
Josh remained so deep within her but became still as he reached for the box, so conveniently placed on the bedside cabinet. He pulled one free. She felt empty as he withdrew from her moist heat. She watched in fascination as he tore away the wrapping and felt his hands brush her thighs as, together, they drew it over his penis. Then, he was poised over her for only a moment before plunging in. He drew her to him as he slammed into her and she pushed back, thrust her feet into the mattress, and raised her hips to meet his pounding rhythm, the tempo unrelenting and their shared kisses fierce and hungering.
‘Go on, go on…finish it!’ She gasped, her head shaking from side to side and her eyes sightless as she felt him erupt; felt the spurting, tingling rushes of his orgasm that the condom could not deny to her. ‘Again. Do it for me, again!’
She felt Josh slump down upon her and she basked in their shared heat; reached between their bodies to caress her wet, soft folds and the base of his prick where she clamped on it.
He kept her to him as they rolled over and Josh lay on his back. He reached out to brush away her hair and saw the soft glow on her skin and obliged her, as she pressed her breasts to his lips.
‘You’ve done it all for me and it felt so good,’ he told her, his hands stroking her body, wonderingly.
‘And the night’s only just begun,’ she kissed, quite unwilling to let this young guy go after one session. It had taken her breath away for its spontaneity. They were all but strangers outside their temporary bed. ‘Can you keep it up…I wonder?’ she soon asked nuzzling kisses to his lips, such familiarity not a part of these sessions, or only with a partner’s consent. The rule book had been cast aside without a second’s thought, it now seemed to her.
‘What do you think?’ he grinned, ‘and there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?’
♠
She had followed him to the bathroom and helped to clean Josh and then herself. Then, in the time that remained to them, and before Ben came knocking on their door, they had pursued moments of fevered rutting that had left her weak. The evening had passed all expectations and she wondered what the future would hold for them. To think of that broke so many rules she had sought to set for encounters such as this.
Somehow, she had driven him back to his hotel and a parting that had left her unsure whether they would share such wonderfully lustful and energetic moments again. The only name she had for him was Josh. She was simply Trish to him, ‘the wild and insatiable one’ he had said on a parting kiss. Only through Ben would she know if their tempestuous times would be repeated. Her feelings about that happening were refreshingly new, yet at odds with how it should be, given the circumstances of their liaison.
She was startled from her daydream by the ringing of her desk phone, and she snatched up the handset. ‘Support Services…Trish Swanson speaking. Can I help you?’
‘Hi,’ a bubbly voice was soon heard, although it sounded like forced cheeriness. ‘It’s Juliet Holmes, Central Library…we have a book lending record problem. I’ve logged a service call, but no one has responded from IT Services. Can you help, please?’
‘I can only try, can’t I Juliet? Spell it out for me in an email and I’ll use that to raise a worksheet. We’ll go from there…’
The ordinariness of life brought her down to earth again with a bump.
♥
