Chapter 5

Peter sighed heavily. "Now I'll tell you about my last evening. Eyes closed now, you know the rules."

Lauren faced the seat in front of her smiling to herself with her hands neatly on her lap, pleased her ordeal was over and intrigued beyond measure to hear his tale. She heard him move closer to her.

"Karla is about twenty two, taller than you, I think, but only by about an inch or two." His voice was quiet, measured, and she felt his breath puffing occasionally into her ear. She relaxed, cozily curled up on the seat with her blanket around her waist.

"I met her just before Christmas in Zurich. She was at a party that one of the news wires held. We danced a little and talked, exchanged phone numbers and then I spent Christmas in Northern Ireland, covering the peace talks and the disarmament. Real romantic stuff. I used to phone her from remote places which she thought was fun. It was good for me because sometimes I would call her while she was out and leave long messages on her answer machine. Just to keep in touch."

"Well, what does she look like?" asked Lauren impatiently.

"Oh, you're right. She's got blonde hair but not pure blonde, curly, about shoulder length, and is not as slim as you. I don't know what size. We haven't bought each other clothes yet"

"What size bra? Surely you've looked?" said Lauren, intensely alert and enjoying being on the other side of the fence.

"No, really I haven't."

"What size clothes then? Eight, ten?"

"What are you?"

"Between six and eight"

"She's probably a bit more than eight." he replied. Even through her closed eyes, Lauren could feel his eyes wandering over her breasts. "We went out to dinner a couple of days ago, to celebrate my birthday. I had always seen her in jeans and T-shirts, so I was very surprised when I picked her up to see her in a skirt and beautiful blouse."

"I hope you looked nice as well for her." added Lauren.

"I looked OK, but I suppose I should have worn something more formal. Anyway, we had dinner and a couple of drinks on the Bahnhofstrasse. In a way I had hoped to go home without doing, you know, without making love to her."

"Why?"

"I'm not sure. I just didn't feel like it that evening, but she looked so

good. When she leaned over to talk to me at the bar I could see her breasts and the freckles that seemed to go on for ever. She looked so happy, so of course I decided to take her home."

"Or your cock did?" Lauren giggled at both her turn of phrase and the fact that she believed she knew his real motivation. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, aware that she may have spoken loud enough for half the plane to hear. Relieved that nobody was staring at her, she settled down again to the half blackness of her own world.

"We walked out to the car park and I kissed her as she leaned against the passenger door. She responded with so much passion that I was embarrassed, the restaurant and car park were very public. I could feel my thing pushing hard into her."

"You're what? I had to say pussy, didn't I?"

"Yeah. My cock As we pulled away, she put her hand on my leg. When I hadn't moved away after a few seconds, she went straight for my cock, squashing it with the palm of her hand."

"What did you do?"

"Hey, questions at the end! Even as we drove home she had her hands over it most of the way and fairly dragged me out of the car. In my kitchen I put the kettle on and undid the buttons of her blouse. I had made love to her once before, then she had kept her T- Shirt on and it had been dark. In fact that was an awful time. Three weeks after we had met, and while I was home from Northern Ireland for a weekend. I came in three seconds flat and she was still arranging the pillows. Perhaps that's why I wanted to go home that evening. Anyway, her blouse came off and fell to the floor, and her breasts were wonderful, almost bursting out of her bra. She looked so young and fresh that I couldn't understand how I could have thought about going home. I switched the kettle off and when I turned back she was leaning over the worktop. That pose is one that I will never forget. Straight from a magazine and it told me everything!"

"She pulled my trousers down and dragged me into the lounge, making me fall as my trousers caught around my ankles. Perhaps that was the plan because she sat on me, rubbing her pussy through her knickers over my underpants. Now I was really surprised, because I thought I would have come by then, but nothing was happening even though my cock was rock hard. She undid her bra and then I saw them, large without being dangerous weapons and all real. I really wanted to suck her nipples, but as I strained to kiss them she pushed me down and continued to rub me. Because I'd lasted well over a minute this time, I felt like I was mister super stud and forced her up off me. Her skirt came off easily to reveal those knickers that are sort of shaped, you know. They remind me of sex shops!" he said, using his hands in mid-air.