Chapter 2

Gary rang from the pub and asked if I was free to go with him to the brewery to get a few barrels in his four by four,

"Their lorries can't even make it out Dave" he said, "And I won't get a delivery now until next week"

"Sure" I said, "Will you pick me up here?"

"Are you ready now?" he asked,

"Yeah"

"Right, give me five then walk to the main road, I'll get you there"

"OK"

"I'll have a shower and wait until you come back for my shave shall I?"

"Yes I won't be long"

She draped her arms around my neck and kissed me lingeringly,

"Don't" I protested, "Or I'll never go"

"Go" she laughed, "I'll be all nice and warm and cuddly when you get back"

I went!

The snow ploughs had cleared the main roads because of the buses and Gary pulled up in his Range Rover as I got there

"We need three kegs of lager as well as a load of spirits, and because they missed their delivery day today, they can't get to me again until a week tomorrow" he grumbled, "Fucking useless, they are"

I made all the right agreeable noises and settled back for the ten mile trip to the brewery,

"Did Karen get home?" he asked,

"No mate she's still at my place"

"What about her parents, are they OK with it?"

"It's a case of having to be isn't it?"

"Yeah I suppose so"

The roads were awful, even though the gritters had been out, it had started to freeze again so black ice patches were everywhere making driving extremely dangerous, Gary was more than competent though and eventually we arrived at the brewery gates,

"Picking up for The Black Bull" Gary told the security man and we were directed down to the shipping office where he was given a loading bill,

"Just give that to the loading foreman" he was told, "You'll be away in five minutes"

He was as good as his word, we were back out and on the road home easily within five minutes,

The big four by four handled a lot better with all the weight of the kegs on it and with some careful driving we were back at the pub within half an hour.

Gary went in and down into the cellar while I dropped the kegs down onto a heavy cushion, then at his shout, I pulled up the grating and man handled each heavy cask down the slide, then I parked his machine up and slid down to help him get the kegs onto the thrawl.

"Good job well done" he announced and handed me a ten pound note,

"Thanks Dave" he said gratefully, "I appreciate your help, unless I ring you, tell Karen not to bother coming in, I don't reckon this fucking snow's going to stop today"

It certainly didn't look like it would stop as I made my way carefully back round to my flat, if anything it was coming down harder and the flakes were getting bigger.

She was right, she WAS all warm and cuddly when I got back, she looked sensational in one of my tee shirts over hold up stockings and her pale blue panties, two steaks were on the cooker on a low light and she'd peeled some potatoes before cutting them into chips, nice and thick just how I liked them,

"I've been busy" she smiled as I kissed her, "I went back to the shop and bought some steaks as well as a few bottles of lager, want one?"

"What, a steak or a lager?"

"A lager, fool" she laughed,

"You know you've got a really sexy backside" I leered as she fetched me a bottle,

"Wow, Rolling Rock, it's my favourite lager, I'm impressed" and I was too, the aroma coming off the steaks was amazing and the first lager went down like a sinking ship,

"The razor awaits" she giggled and shimmied out of her panties before settling down on the sofa with a bottle of lager, I lathered her up slowly enjoying the way she squirmed under my hands,

"My bum too" she giggled and then gasped as I inserted a finger into her tiny rear hole,

"God Dave you should charge for doing this, you make it so fucking sexy"

"I'm enjoying it" I smiled and stroked the razor over her lower stomach just above her slit, I took my time about it, so that when I finally announced she was free of any hair she was practically coming, then of course I had to change the water to rinse her and when I came back with the clean water she was using the bottle on herself gently,

"I couldn't wait" she said breathlessly, "Hurry up and rinse me off"

I didn't hurry of course so the little minx upended the bottle and filled her pussy with lager,

"I bet you've never tasted lager this way before, have you?"

But instead of answering, I leaned forward and touched my mouth to her slit, she moaned in her throat and forced me down while she expelled it in my mouth and climaxed with a shuddering moan of delight, I scrambled out of my jeans and lowered myself down again,

"Ooh Fuck yes, you kinky bastard" she hissed and wrapped her legs around my waist as I entered her again, her cunt felt like a warm velvet glove as she gripped me and heaved herself back up at me,

"Harder" she gasped, "Fuck me harder Dave, oh God yes, I fucking love this"

I watched my cock going in and out of her smooth slit and I felt her squeezing me using her vaginal muscles, she used her hands to pull me down and kiss me, I tasted her tongue as it snaked into my mouth, her breath was sweet and tasted slightly of lager as our mouths locked together,

"Do me doggy style Dave" she hissed and I pulled away while she turned round and presented her sexy little bum to me,

"Oh fuck yes" I hissed and pulled her backwards onto me,

She squealed and wiggled her backside a I thrust hard into her, we were making that horrible noise, almost like a wet fart, but I didn't care, this was wonderful, I was fucking a sexy young woman who knew just hows sexy she was and who actually enjoyed her sexuality, that was the moment I decided this wasn't going to be the last time with Karen, not by a long chalk!

"Dave I'm cumming" she squealed, "Dave!, DAAAAAAAAVID"

Her squeal sent me over the top and I held her rigid as I came powerfully and we both collapsed in a heap gasping for breath,

"Christ you're one sexy woman" I told her, "And I'm a hungry woman too" she giggled and ran into the tiny kitchen to turn the steaks and add the onions and mushrooms.

"The snow's still coming down" she observed as she cracked open two more bottles and passed me one and then in the same breath she asked if she could see my medal.

"Sure" I said and pointed to the top drawer of the cabinet beside the bed,

"It's in there" She opened the tiny box like it was going to explode and just sat there staring at it in awe,

"It's beautiful David"

"It's worth ten thousand pounds a year to me"

"How come?"

"That's the pension goes with it"

"Wow!"

"Yeah, that's what I thought when I was told I was getting it"

She read the paper with it that said it was presented to Sergeant David Burton of the Rifles regiment by H.M. Queen Elizabeth 11.

"So you met the Queen?"

"Yes"

"What's she like?

"Small" I told her, "Small but lovely, she thanked me on behalf of the British people"

We ate dinner then and spent the rest of the day just lazing and watching crap television, it was about ten o'clock when she suddenly announced that it had stopped snowing,

"I'll just ring Gary to see if he wants me, you never know"

She did but he didn't, so we opened a couple more lagers and got into bed to watch even more crap on the box,

"It's Saturday tomorrow isn't it?" she observed and I agreed that it was,

"We'll both be at work at eleven"

I agreed with that as well,