Chapter 2

I didn't sleep too well that night; too much excitement from what had happened and my imagination running wild with what might happen. This covered everything from nothing happening at all, to Jacqui leaving her husband for me (was I a romantic or what! What I was, was a teenage boy with his blood on long-term vacation from his brain). I don't know which scenario scared me the most, so, I tried to concentrate in the middle where our contact was pure sexual. A lack of knowledge prevented any accuracy in those dreams.

I heard her husband drive off again early and was tempted to go across to see her immediately but I couldn't come up with an excuse good enough to convince me, never mind Jacqui. As it was I was still knocking on her caravan door a couple of minute after eight o'clock. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, she too had risen early in the seaside air, and was fully ready for me. Jacqui packed a few things into my leather panniers and we set off. I'd checked exactly where I was going the previous evening, confident that my almost photographic memory for roads, would get us to our destination and back with no problems.

The ride to Trebyan was fun, if uneventful. The roads were nice and twisty, good biking roads, and I now rode a lot faster than our earlier little trips. I felt my pillion was more comfortable on a bike now so I wanted to show her just how good riding could be, though I kept well inside my, and the bikes, limitations. Having a beautiful woman behind me just enhanced that natural pleasure of riding.

Trebyan turned out to be a small typical village. Jacqui found out where her mother had lived and even found an old neighbour who remembered her and her family. The morning flew past and before long it was time to head back. Just outside of the village there was a hill and I stopped the bike and suggested we have the picnic that I knew Jacqui had prepared. She rapidly agreed, and had soon got all her stuff laid out on a nice clean tablecloth. Jacqui was wearing her shorts again with a pale yellow blouse. My eager eyes could discern the outlines of a bra underneath. I was wearing just my shorts as usual.

After eating, I lay back to watch the blue, cloudless sky, wondering if I dare bring up the topic of sex in any way, shape or form. The answer was no, I daren't.

Jacqui lay down beside me but on her side propped up on one elbow and looking down at me.

'Thanks David. I've really enjoyed today, a lot more than I would have done on my own.'

'I've enjoyed it too, ' I said.

'Have you really, or are you just saying that because you think that's what I want to hear?' she asked.

I thought for a moment and answered honestly, 'yes I have. It's been good to get away from the camp and beach for the day, and to have someone with me has been great too.' I was truly happy, and that made me relaxed, which meant that the next words slipped out, bypassing the part of my brain that says stop before you speak. 'Especially with such a beautiful woman.' As soon as I did say those words I realised it. It was something that I would have wanted to say to Jacqui, but never considered that I'd have the nerve to. I instantly shut up and looked at the recipient in trepidation.

That she heard what I said was obvious, as a surprised and I think pleased look appeared. However she chose not to respond, instead continued to speak about our day together, and the moving experience of visiting her mother's birthplace. As she talked Jacqui's fingers touched my naked chest and she'd began tracing little circles with them. At first I'm not sure that whether she was aware of what she was doing, but I know, I certainly was. The first touch sent shivers through my body heading in different directions. Those heading up ended at my brain brought the chemical messages of pleasure; those heading down went straight to my cock. I was very quickly erect, yet again.

I lay incredibly still, wishing her fingers to continue if not expand their circling, not trusting myself to talk. To my delight they did, as Jacqui continued to talk about her mother's old house and the people we'd met, her fingers started to caress my chest. I'm certain Jacqui did not mean it to be sexual but it certainly was, especially when one finger brushed my left nipple.

All too soon, Jacqui realised what she was doing and stopped. 'I'm sorry, I was miles away, just grabbing a small piece of happiness whilst I can, ' she explained.

'Please don't be sorry. I was enjoying it, ' Still feeling a bit brave after my last, unpunished slip of the tongue I added, 'just listening to your voice whilst you caressed me. You don't have to stop.'