Chapter Nine

 

The guest house had a full complement tonight of holidaymakers. It had an excellent reputation, with many regulars staying time and time again.

Roger’s parents had been married for almost thirty years, and were both in their early fifties. They were fit, active, and content with their lives. A rarity, they had never known any other partner, meeting when they were in their teens when their own parents had been based in Italy in the Diplomatic service. Roger’s father, John, had also been a minor consular official after he left university, and they had honeymooned in Venice, a place that always held dear in their hearts. This is where Roger had been born, as his parents had been on holiday there when his birth had arrived prematurely. He owed his life to the skill and care of the Italian medical profession, as he had arrived after seven months and been in an incubator for the first six weeks. It was touch and go, so the baby’s birth had been registered in Italy, and he had dual nationality. He had spent a gap summer in Venice before going to college, applying successfully for an Italian passport. His mastery of the Italian language was more than proficient, and certainly enough to get by with, as he had studied the language from the age of seven. He would love to spend some time there later on, but there was enough to do at present.

Roger’s parents ran their guest house together with the aid of the cleaning lady, who sometimes came in the evening to wait at table if Roger wasn’t available for one reason or another. Roger prepared the vegetables during the afternoon so mum and dad could take a break. There was usually a choice of two starters, a meat dish as a main course, or omelette, or salad, and something with custard or ice cream to finish. The meal came as part of the price of accommodation, and the guests were usually more mature people who were easy to please. The guest would choose in the morning before leaving for the day’s activities, and Roger loved the solitude of cooking. He would play some of his favourite music loudly, as he prepared everything, rolled out the pastry, crunched the bread for the crumble, leaving all ready with nothing to do but turn on the oven as appropriate. He was finished by four, so went for a session at the gym. It was a fabulous day, and he hummed a tune to himself in his bedroom as he stripped to his boxer shorts, getting ready. He was clean shaven, always using his electric razor in the morning, as he hated to have stubble. On went the white socks, trainers, gym shorts, singlet, he gathered his towel, while on his way out stopped in the kitchen to raid the fridge for a bottle of water.

He spent the next two hours in ultimate pleasure, running on the way to the gym, running back, with a lovely hot shower when he returned. He dressed in smart casual clothing, and reported to his parents in the kitchen for evening duty.

‘Had a good day, dear?’ asked mother

‘Yes, excellent thanks. You know that Sue, who’s a member of the silver band, she’s off to Belgium week after next, playing in a competition with the band, leaving on the Friday, returning Sunday, and I wonder if you can spare me?’

His parents looked at each other. As parents do, they had quietly discussed his sex life, wondering if he was being sensible, wondering if he was serious, wondering what he going to do when he left college, wondering what he was going to do with his life.

‘No problem, son,’ said dad, ‘what are you going to be doing?’

‘Drive the minibus, with some of the band members, their luggage, their instruments. Maybe even get to play a little, as they are sometimes short of a trumpet man.’

‘That’s good. Wondered if you were ever going to try the instrument. I remember when I first learned to play...’ Both his wife and son gave exaggerated groans. ‘All right, all right, you’ve heard it before. But suffice to say that I was a good, if not very good, trumpet player when I was younger, and I still have the lip, you know.’

‘I am sure you have, dear.’

Roger tapped his watch. ‘I’ll pop upstairs and see to the guests.’

Three tables were already occupied, and so Roger served the water to them, then returned downstairs. The next hour passed pleasantly, with Roger running up and down stairs with the dishes, his father washing up as they went. Roger then said ‘right, I’m off now if you don’t need me any more,’ and was gone. He walked briskly along the seafront to a church hall, with his trumpet in its leather bag, under his right arm, wondering what tunes they were going to murder tonight. He walked in to the strains of Strangers in the Night. How appropriate, he thought, as all the band members didn’t seem to know each other. He sat at the back, listening, but not learning. His mind wandered away from the band, as he wanted to think about something separate from awful music. Inevitably he thought about Sue, and the way that their physical relationship was developing. He was delighted that she showed signs of being adventurous, wanting to please and satisfy her partner. Roger knew that the secret of a successful physical relationship was to give pleasure as well as receive, but all too often his previous partners had been selfish women. Mrs. Walker had been the exception, and he had grin on his face as he secretly recalled their sex. Wow, that had been good. But Sex with Sue was developing along excellent lines, with Roger really enjoying giving Sue as much satisfaction as she could take. He had no illusions about how Sue hoped it would develop, as a lot of young women just saw sex as a means to trap a bloke into marriage. Sue however was either playing a very crafty game, or she genuinely wanted nothing long term from the relationship, appreciating the time spent together. He suspected that Sue was playing a long game, one that Roger was more than happy to join in with. So far, he liked what he saw.

The next two hours went fast, one tune sounding just like the next, until it was time to finish. Nine thirty, and he was hungry.

‘Eaten yet?’ he asked Sue, as they left together.

‘No, didn’t have time. How about a McDonald’s cheeseburger, fries, and Diet Coke’.

‘Why have a diet drink when you’re having all those calories?’

Sue playfully hit him on the arm. ‘Because that’s what people do. I’m going there, coming too?’

‘Of course, and I’ll have a chocolate milk shake.’

They took their snack to the seafront, sitting on a bench overlooking the sea, saying nothing, happily munching away. When they had finished, he disposed of the rubbish in a handy nearby bin, returning to Sue, placing his arm protectively round her back.

‘So, I’m coming to Belgium with you lot Friday week.’

‘Yes, Mr. Thomas announced before we started the band rehearsal. Good news, especially as you and I are both having single rooms. We can do something about that, I am sure.’

‘You know me, I’m always up for something like that. Talking of which, how about going for a walk along the beach tonight. It’s lovely and warm, you won’t catch a chill, and I’ll guarantee you that I’ll keep you warm.

‘It was a bit public, the last time, how about somewhere a bit more private?’

‘Well, the guest house is out, because mum and dad are there.’

‘Why, are you ashamed of me?’ she asked, semi-seriously.

‘No,’ Roger replied firmly, ‘I have already told them about you, and they want to meet you. Tonight is for us, and I don’t want them to be embarrassed. You know what old people are like.’

Sue giggled. ‘Okay, we can always go the shelter further along. There’s a bench, it’s more private, and not many people go that end at night.’

They got up, and walked along, arm in arm, until they got to the covered shelter. There were no windows in the front, just the frame, as it looked like a little house. It was mainly used to protect walkers from showers, had a wooden bench, concrete floor, with brick walls. It was dark inside, nice and dry, private from the eyes of people walking along, not that there had been any that they had seen so far. Roger and Sue were wearing normal clothing, no band uniform, and he sat on the bench at the back, first making sure it was nice and clean. Sue sat on his lap, arms round his neck, as they kissed passionately and intently, slowly at first, and then faster as they got more carried away. She stood up, rolled her slacks down, revealing that she wasn’t wearing anything else underneath.

‘I came prepared,’ Sue whispered, sexily.

‘So did I’ replied Roger, as he slid his trousers down, revealing his big prick, erect and ready, nothing restraining it.

‘We’d better do something about it, then,’ said Sue, as she sat on his lap again, this time unencumbered with clothing, and sliding her wet, willing, and waiting pussy over his erection. Sue die all the work, sliding up and down on his pole, staring intently into his face as her own climax got ever closer. She was ready for this, and hadn’t wanted to wait. She had KNOWN that her climax was going to come early. Suddenly, she had stopped moving up and down, not moving her pussy, feeling such intensity that she could hardly bear it, and then, after what seemed like ages, but in reality was only a few seconds, she involuntarily juddered and shuddered, out of control, unseeing eyes staring intently as her pinnacle continued. Then she collapsed into his arms.

Roger had a huge grin. ‘I can take it that was good, then.’

Sue was still breathless, but she managed to gasp ‘that...was...the...best..climax..I ...have...ever...experienced.’

There was a round of applause from the doorway, and standing there were two lads and a girl, who had obviously seen the lot. Sue moved off Roger’s still erect prick, and the girl in the doorway said ‘fancy sharing that with me, love,’ as she looked at Sue, pointing at Roger’s erection.

It wasn’t easy for Roger to see her properly in the half darkness of the doorway, but from what he could see she was only small-ish, short hair, dirty denim jacket, and as she spoke he could see metal in her face glinting in the small amount of light available. One of the lads was taller than the other, both about the same age of late teens, poorly dressed, and obviously out for trouble.

‘Only if he shares her with us,’ said the taller of the lads, obviously the leader.

Roger had to assess the situation very quickly, and the first conclusion he immediately came to was that he could do very little with his trousers round his ankles. Up came his strides very quickly, and he said slowly and clearly ‘the lady’s not interested, and neither am I.’

‘Ah, but we are, so it’s our decision, not yours. Come over here, love,’ said the larger of the two.

‘Stay where you are,’ said Roger to Sue. ‘These people are just leaving.’

‘I don’t think so,’ said the smaller of the two, full of bravado.

Roger assessed the two lads. He had been trained to fight in Italy, and the basic message was, if there is more than one, go for the larger. Once he’s out the way, then the others quickly lose the will to fight. Was there a way out? No was the simple answer. Both lads were smaller than Roger, both younger, so he could see in the half light of the doorway, so before they had the chance to react, he had the right arm of the larger up behind his back, and Roger threw him out the doorway. The smaller lad was fast, but not quick enough, and he was also out on the floor before he had the chance to react. Roger then followed them, as the larger was recovering fast, and coming towards him, fists out. He was met by Roger’s left open fingers under his jaw, hard, and that was it, down again, gasping for breath, unable to talk. With contempt, the girl kicked him in the groin, and he shouted out in pain.

‘Fucking loser. I wanted to be shagged by a real man, not some tosser like you.’ She stormed off on her own.

Roger looked at the smaller lad. ‘Do yourself a favour, take your mate away, otherwise it’s going to get nasty.’

The two lads hobbled off together, leaving Roger and Sue looking at each in wonderment.

‘You certainly know how to look after yourself.’

‘I lived in Italy for a while, and learned basic martial arts. It’s all about timing, and that paid off for us tonight.’

‘Certainly did. Good job they timed it after I came! It’s made me really horny. Take those trousers down, I want you.’

‘What do you want me to do. Go on, say it properly.’

‘I want you to fuck me ‘till I can’t take any more. Then I want you to fuck me all over again. And when I tell you to stop, I won’t really mean it, because I want more fucking.’

‘Say what you really mean.’

‘Actions speak louder than words.’

She stood in front of him, and pulled his trousers down. His prick needed some assistance after his exertions, so she bent down and took him as far as she could in her mouth. Within a few seconds he was completely erect again, ready for action. But she wouldn’t let him out, as she was eating him, rolling her mouth around his shaft, licking all the possible juices and then leaving some more. He started moaning, he was so ready to explode, but she slowed down, removed her mouth, and said softly ‘not too fast, I want this to last a long, long time.’ She then started licking his balls, gently nibbling at his scrotum with her teeth, not quite causing pain, but sufficient to increase his pleasure. He moaned some more, and she knew that however she tried to slow the pace down, it was getting out of her control. Ho hum, better let him climax, then.

‘Where do you want to come, big boy. In my mouth? In my love box? On my face? On my tits?’

    ‘There’s going to be no options left soon, I am so close. In your mouth. Yes,’ as she took him again in her willing mouth just in time for him to shoot his load. Sue swallowed the whole lot, licking her lips in appreciation, and when there was no more, she said in a sexy, low voice, ‘that’s better than a Big Mac’.