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Speaker 1: as you enjoy tonight's show. The clacking of the rail
Speaker 1: tracks slowed as a train pulled into another station. It
Speaker 1: had been so long since. Jonathan had been in this area,
Speaker 1: so very long. There was much of the passing scenery
Speaker 1: that looked familiar, much that took him back to a
Speaker 1: time before all the crap, before he had become known.
Speaker 1: Life is somewhat simpler then. Sometimes he felt he had
Speaker 1: sold his soul for all the success he had amassed,
Speaker 1: so that's what it was worth. It wasn't even him,
Speaker 1: just some strange stage name, some man that he had
Speaker 1: the passing resemblance to. But the reality was that's where
Speaker 1: the likeness stopped. This weekend was a homecoming concert, the
Speaker 1: one gig that was meant to bring it altogether, where
Speaker 1: the celebrity met the hometown boy. So why the hell
Speaker 1: did he feel sick to the stomach with the thought
Speaker 1: of it. Already he had skipped the circus of black
Speaker 1: SUVs and tour buses to catch a train. His cellphone
Speaker 1: had been turned off the moment he had boarded. No
Speaker 1: doubt Marcus, his agent, was having kittens trying to track
Speaker 1: him down. The thought actually made him smile. As the
Speaker 1: train pulled out of another station, another step back into
Speaker 1: his past. Jonathan stroked to the mist on the window
Speaker 1: with the back of his hand, horses ran across the
Speaker 1: fields a scape the path of the train, his roar
Speaker 1: pulsing through the ground, through the carriages as it carved
Speaker 1: its path through the beautiful countryside. As the sun slowly
Speaker 1: fell across the horizon, he immersed himself in another daydream
Speaker 1: of who he used to be before the world fell
Speaker 1: at his feet. Back then he was free, back before
Speaker 1: the prison of stage locked him away forever. After what
Speaker 1: seemed like hours, the train started slowing as it approached
Speaker 1: another station, the fields becoming more and more familiar with
Speaker 1: every mile that passed. Jonathan felt his youth rising around him,
Speaker 1: memories of people and times. Somehow, even back then, he
Speaker 1: knew he was different. So many people were just happy
Speaker 1: to stay where they were, not him. He needed more.
Speaker 1: He needed an adventure, and by god, did he find one.
Speaker 1: He wasn't sure if it was what he wanted, not
Speaker 1: if he'd known the price it was attached to it.
Speaker 1: Simple memories, happy recollections danced through his mind as he
Speaker 1: watched the town around him coming into focus. His mind
Speaker 1: suddenly made up. Jonathan stood and grabbed his single suitcase,
Speaker 1: making for the train door. Stepping out onto the platform,
Speaker 1: he suddenly realized his mistake. Of course, if this had
Speaker 1: been properly choreographed, it would not be raining right now,
Speaker 1: and he certainly would not be stood in it in
Speaker 1: just shirt and pants with a look of what the
Speaker 1: fuck am I doing here whilst listening to the train
Speaker 1: pulling out from the station. Shit, he didn't know if
Speaker 1: there was another one tonight, and he sure as hell
Speaker 1: didn't have anywhere to stay. It had been at least
Speaker 1: twenty years since he was here. He hoped it hadn't
Speaker 1: changed that much, and a bar across the footbridge, somewhere
Speaker 1: dry and warm where he could at least get a drink.
Speaker 1: As he crossed the apex of the footbridge, the welcoming
Speaker 1: glow of the bar sign came into sight, shimmering in
Speaker 1: the rain. A warm breeze of beer and long fire
Speaker 1: embraced him. As he opened the door, his skin tingled
Speaker 1: as the last remnants of the chill left his body. Suddenly,
Speaker 1: his chest fell extremely cold under the wet shirt, the
Speaker 1: warmth of the bar attracting his attention to just how
Speaker 1: wet he was. His skin tingled with the contrast of
Speaker 1: heat and cold rain, pushing his fingers through his hair
Speaker 1: to remove some stray strands off his face. A cascade
Speaker 1: of water fell down his back, reminding him how heavy
Speaker 1: the rain had been and that he had actually been
Speaker 1: out there without a coat. He shivered, perhaps a little
Speaker 1: over dramatically. Reaching the wooden bar, he pushed the suitcase
Speaker 1: against it and poured a stool next to him, maneuvering
Speaker 1: it underneath him. He smiled at the young girl behind
Speaker 1: the bar before saying a large molt. Running his fingers
Speaker 1: back through his hair, he added and a towel before
Speaker 1: attempting a half askern the hell was he doing? He
Speaker 1: could be in a five star hotel by now, warmly
Speaker 1: showered an ordering room service, but oh no, he had
Speaker 1: to go and do his own thing, and for what.
Speaker 1: Taking a large gold from the glass of golden heat
Speaker 1: placed before him, he roughly pushed a towel over his head,
Speaker 1: relieved that it afforded him some comfort. The bar lady
Speaker 1: watched him for a while, tipping her head side to
Speaker 1: side as if studying him, before asking have I seen you?
Speaker 2: Before? Jonathan could feel a curse rising to his lips.
Speaker 2: He just wanted some time to himself and not be hassled.
Speaker 2: Was that really too much? I haven't been around here
Speaker 2: in a very long time. Apparently I do bear a
Speaker 2: passing resemblance to a couple of famous people, though, he
Speaker 2: excused himself as he took another gulp of whiskey. Her
Speaker 2: eyes squinted. There was something very disarming about that look,
Speaker 2: something that reminded him of all sorts of things from
Speaker 2: his past. It must be something in the water around
Speaker 2: here that they all looked like that, he mused to himself.
Speaker 2: No one famous. Your way too old to be famous,
Speaker 2: she said, smiling as she turned before continuing, Mum will
Speaker 2: be down in a moment. She remembers everyone's faces, she said,
Speaker 2: with a hint of amusement to her voice. God, I
Speaker 2: hope not. Jonathan thought. It might have been many years
Speaker 2: since he was last here, but small towns like this
Speaker 2: place have long memories, and he'd earned a reputation back then,
Speaker 2: one he'd rather forget. As a bar woman returned, he
Speaker 2: raised his hand to order another drink, the warmth of
Speaker 2: the gold liquid tracing a fire down his chest, forcing
Speaker 2: another shudder through his body. So what's your name, he asked,
Speaker 2: thankful for a friendly voice. He still couldn't fathom why
Speaker 2: he got off the train here, of all places she
Speaker 2: had long since left, and everyone else, no doubt, wouldn't
Speaker 2: want to see him after what they'd been caught doing.
Speaker 2: Oh it's Gwen, the bar lady answered. Jonathan almost spat
Speaker 2: his whisky out, suppressing a joke and a burning sensation
Speaker 2: in his nostrils caused by stray whiskey. That's unusual. Are
Speaker 2: you named after anyone in particular? He ventured, just some
Speaker 2: singer from the last century. Apparently, Gwen responded as she
Speaker 2: started wiping glasses and replacing them on the shelves. Jonathan
Speaker 2: grinned into his glass of whiskey. That was a name
Speaker 2: he hadn't expected to hear, and certainly not with that attribute.
Speaker 2: Taking a sip from his glass, he let his mind
Speaker 2: wander back twenty years actually, to this very bar. It
Speaker 2: had all started in that corner booth, two friends talking
Speaker 2: that would end in a night of passion that spread
Speaker 2: itself the length and breadth of this small town, a
Speaker 2: night that ended in both of them being discredited. It's strange,
Speaker 2: but for all the intense hookups and sexual games he
Speaker 2: had since, that one night still made his toes curled
Speaker 2: with desire and his cock twitch at the thought of it.
Speaker 2: There were no accessories or other people, no batteries, just
Speaker 2: a young couple with dirty imaginations and a willingness to
Speaker 2: try anything. If you have that kind of magical chemistry,
Speaker 2: you frankly don't need anything else. His legs throbbed from
Speaker 2: the memory the since of nettles under his thighs as
Speaker 2: he lay on them, looking up at her. God, she
Speaker 2: had ridden him hard that night. Turning his head, he
Speaker 2: looked toward a far window before taking his glass and
Speaker 2: suitcase to stand there, staring out at the field opposite
Speaker 2: in the failing light of dusk, Staring at that field
Speaker 2: as if it was only yesterday That evening returned so quickly.
Speaker 2: She was staying with her parents, and so them going
Speaker 2: back to her place wasn't on the cards, and he
Speaker 2: was only passing through, visiting her to say hi. None
Speaker 2: of that night was planned, everything spur of the moment,
Speaker 2: everything driven by pure and adulterated passion. Just over the field,
Speaker 2: the spire of Saint Andrew's rose into the night, lit
Speaker 2: by the same spotlights on the ground that it had
Speaker 2: been then, the very same spotlights that had condemned them
Speaker 2: both and exposed their carnal luck to the unforgiving gazes
Speaker 2: of her parents. Even knowing all of that, it still
Speaker 2: made his cock hard and throb for that moment all
Speaker 2: over again. And when they were both dragged in front
Speaker 2: of her parents, her father his gaze burning with the
Speaker 2: ferocity at them both. You stink of fucking, he sneered
Speaker 2: with a barely controlled rage, before shouting at Jonathan to
Speaker 2: leave and never see his daughter again. Of course, they
Speaker 2: had protested that time and several times after, but it
Speaker 2: all fell on deaf ears. It was actually the last
Speaker 2: time he had seen Sue, but that night still made
Speaker 2: him ache like no other time before or since. He
Speaker 2: closed his eyes. Her warm breath caressed his neck just
Speaker 2: as it had all that time ago. He could feel
Speaker 2: her wet lips teasing at his naked skin, tormenting him
Speaker 2: with the promise of pleasure. Thing about her filled him
Speaker 2: with a desire, a need like no one else, and
Speaker 2: her voice as she spoke had such a warmth of humor.
Speaker 2: It spoke to him in ways he never thought possible.
Speaker 2: So many times he had thought she was the one,
Speaker 2: even as friends before the sex. How many times had
Speaker 2: he wanted to tell her and yet couldn't didn't. Maybe
Speaker 2: things would have turned out different if only he had,
Speaker 2: if he'd actually let her in. But he didn't. He
Speaker 2: never let anyone in, and that was a choice he
Speaker 2: would have to live with, as heavy as it hung
Speaker 2: around his neck. It was his mistake. It was his
Speaker 2: life sentence reminiscing are we her voice teased at the
Speaker 2: back of his neck, that damn whisper of hers that
Speaker 2: wrenched him back twenty years and then wrenched him back
Speaker 2: again into the here and now. He didn't want to
Speaker 2: open his eyes, not now. He wanted this voice to
Speaker 2: be in his daydream so he could hold onto it.
Speaker 2: Once he opened his eyes, he knew it would be real,
Speaker 2: and if it was real, it would go again. Better
Speaker 2: have a pretend dream forever than a fleeting reality, he
Speaker 2: thought to himself. After the longest moment, he did open
Speaker 2: his eyes, and a twenty year old past hit him
Speaker 2: straight there in the forehead. She was older, of course,
Speaker 2: her red hair, tingerous streaks of gray, and an erotic
Speaker 2: sexiness underlying it all. God, she was still beautiful. Her eyes,
Speaker 2: those beautiful blue eyes, watched him, reflecting her smile, that
Speaker 2: beautifully mischievous smile. He looked drenched come upstairs, she said,
Speaker 2: leaving him stood shocked and silent behind her. He was
Speaker 2: still stood there, dazed by even seeing her after all
Speaker 2: this time. When she reached the bottom of the staircase
Speaker 2: to the private apartment, I don't believe you were this
Speaker 2: hard to get upstairs before, she grinned as she opened
Speaker 2: the door. Hurry up, or I might change my mind,
Speaker 2: she said, as she slipped through the door into the
Speaker 2: shadows beyond. Shaking his mind free of the haze of memory,
Speaker 2: he grabbed his suitcase and followed her up the narrow staircase.
Speaker 2: He eventually caught up with her in a large living
Speaker 2: room floored to ceiling windows framed the lights of the
Speaker 2: town laid out before them. She returned from whichever room
Speaker 2: she had just visited with a large, fluffy towel. Handing
Speaker 2: it to him, she whispered, take your shirt off. Jonathan
Speaker 2: stood for a moment. This woman just threw him off center.
Speaker 2: Every single time he'd seen women that were a lot
Speaker 2: more glamorous, tall, a slimmer, but damned something about this
Speaker 2: woman just grabbed him between his thighs and squeezed his balls.
Speaker 2: With everything she did to him, she was the embodiment
Speaker 2: of sexy, but he couldn't say why. That is probably
Speaker 2: why after twenty years, he still aches for her. Watching
Speaker 2: him for a moment, she tutched to herself as she
Speaker 2: pushed her fingers through its shirt buttons, releasing each one.
Speaker 2: Droplets of rain caressed down his body. As she pushed
Speaker 2: his wet shirt over his shoulders. She looked up at
Speaker 2: him and grinned wildly. It's been a long time, but
Speaker 2: some things don't change, she said, grabbing his hard cock.
Speaker 2: He wasn't even aware he was erect, but damn he was.
Speaker 2: How do you make me so hard? Soue you always did,
Speaker 2: he said, holding her gaze as she massaged the length
Speaker 2: of his cock through his pants. Maybe you're frustrated because
Speaker 2: we never finished what we started all those years ago,
Speaker 2: she said, as a pad of her thumb pushed over
Speaker 2: the tip of his cock, forcing a groan from his lips.
Speaker 2: Her fingers released a button on her jeans, letting them
Speaker 2: fall to the floor, her fingers hurriedly exploring inside her panties.
Speaker 2: A gasper erupped her from her lips, and her fingers
Speaker 2: pushed unseen inside of her moving her hand back again.
Speaker 2: She caressed her damp fingers over Jonathan's lips, teasing him
Speaker 2: with her taste, before saying, maybe we both do. Shall
Speaker 2: we see if a fuck for old times sake will
Speaker 2: put this behind us, she said, loosening his pants and
Speaker 2: sliding them down his thighs as her hand slid down
Speaker 2: the back of his legs. Her body lowered until she
Speaker 2: knelt before him, his cock proudly erect before her. The
Speaker 2: sensations of her lips kissing up and down his shaft
Speaker 2: forced louder and louder moans from him. Feeling her lips
Speaker 2: caress a very tip of him, His head fell back
Speaker 2: in submission to the pleasure, his eyes rolling into the
Speaker 2: back of his head. His fingers pushed through her hair,
Speaker 2: desperate to regain some stability, fearful his knees might buckle
Speaker 2: from the weight of pleasure. Her tongue circled his cock,
Speaker 2: teasing around his girth as her fingers explored his bulls,
Speaker 2: massaging them as one finger extended to rub along that
Speaker 2: space between his balls and his ass, the one finger
Speaker 2: sending a whole new type of pleasure through his body. Damn,
Speaker 2: his orgasm was already rising through him. Looking down Seeing
Speaker 2: Sue's eyes looking back up at him as she slid
Speaker 2: her mouth along the entirety of his cock, he just
Speaker 2: intensified the sensations. God, her face was so blissful as
Speaker 2: it slid along him. She looked like she was enjoying
Speaker 2: every second of having him in her mouth, and that
Speaker 2: made his cock swell even harder. Let me be inside
Speaker 2: your pussy, he moaned quietly, nervous that if he said
Speaker 2: anything too loud he would just explode here and now.
Speaker 2: With one last flick of her tongue, she slid her
Speaker 2: mouth back, releasing his cock, before pushing herself back on
Speaker 2: to the sofa. Moving her panties to one side, Sue
Speaker 2: teased him with a wet pussy. That pussy he had
Speaker 2: dreamt about for the past twenty years was right in
Speaker 2: front of him, glistening with her slick, pulsing gently.
Speaker 3: For his cock.
Speaker 2: Fuck. He needed this, he thought, as he pushed his
Speaker 2: entire length inside of her, her fingers clutching at his
Speaker 2: length as he thrust in and out, wrapping her legs
Speaker 2: around him. Sue intensified the sensation by rocking her pelvis
Speaker 2: as he thrust it tightened the clutching sensation of a
Speaker 2: pussy along his cock. Her pussy grasped at him, massaged him.
Speaker 2: There was no way he could stop himself from coming.
Speaker 2: He just felt too good, too intense. But he didn't
Speaker 2: want to come alone. He had waited twenty years to
Speaker 2: fuck this lady properly, like she deserved to be fucked.
Speaker 2: He didn't want to ruin it again. Plunging his hand
Speaker 2: between her thighs, his fingers massaged her clip ferociously, rubbing
Speaker 2: it furiously against his cock. He knew he couldn't wait
Speaker 2: much longer, but he wanted her to come with him.
Speaker 2: He wanted them to share the satisfaction. Her thighs tightened
Speaker 2: around him, pulling him hard onto her. Her hands moved
Speaker 2: on to her breast, pinching at her nipples with a
Speaker 2: violent desire. Suddenly, her ass pushed down into the sofa,
Speaker 2: her lips raised to meet his thrust as she cried out,
Speaker 2: urging him to come. Watching her face erupt in pleasure,
Speaker 2: feeling her pussy, feeling her pussy grip his cock with
Speaker 2: desperate need, just forced him to erupt inside her, his
Speaker 2: heart comfilling every corner of her pussy. She giggled gently
Speaker 2: as the last drops of his cumb shot inside her,
Speaker 2: watching her for a moment, enjoying the sensation of her
Speaker 2: raft to glow, moving up and down his shaft. He
Speaker 2: then suddenly dropped to his knees and pushed her legs
Speaker 2: over his shoulders. His hands grasped the gloves of her
Speaker 2: ass as he lifted her dripping pussy to his lips,
Speaker 2: gently sucking on her still throbbing lips, and Jonathan's thumbs
Speaker 2: pushed between her thighs. His fingers gently pushed the hood
Speaker 2: of her clid back, exposing its beautifully pulsing pink heart,
Speaker 2: the tip of his tongue slowly flicking across it, scenting
Speaker 2: fresh pulses of electricity through her body, Her thighs tightening
Speaker 2: around his head, always a pleasure, resonating so intensely, forcing
Speaker 2: convulsions to move through her. The august and she once
Speaker 2: thought to pass, sprung to life again, returning even more
Speaker 2: intensely as his tongue flicked voraciously at her clit. Unable
Speaker 2: to suppress her moans anymore, she heard a sound leaving
Speaker 2: her lips, one that she had never heard herself make before.
Speaker 2: Less of a moan, more of a growl her core
Speaker 2: clutch would need as his tongue explored inside the cream
Speaker 2: of his cundrip from her lips and caressed her ass,
Speaker 2: only to be savored by his tongue and lips as
Speaker 2: he rimmed that sensitive rosette before moving back higher and
Speaker 2: tormenting her clit once more, her orgasm growing a ferocious storm,
Speaker 2: swirling in her body, every stroke of his tongue caressing
Speaker 2: her need, fueling her desire, her lips clutching, pulsing as
Speaker 2: his thumbs pushed her pussy apart, his tongue probing deep
Speaker 2: inside of her, tasting every inch of her cump of
Speaker 2: there come as Jonathan fuelled her orgasm relentlessly pursued it
Speaker 2: until she begged him to stop. The sensitivity vibrating from
Speaker 2: head to toe was just too much to bear. Looking up,
Speaker 2: his eyes glowed mischievously as he raised his head, slowly
Speaker 2: moving his body up hers, her legs sliding off his
Speaker 2: shoulders as she moved. She shuddered incontrollably as his wet
Speaker 2: lips brushed over a throbbing nipples. Eventually their eyes fixed
Speaker 2: on each other's gaze. She was panting gently, subsiding as
Speaker 2: He placed one hand on either side of her face,
Speaker 2: his fingers running through her hair as their tongues explored
Speaker 2: each other's mouths, tasting the beautifully seductive taste of their
Speaker 2: combined or gasoms. Her body still trembling, she ran her
Speaker 2: fingers along his back and joining the arch she created
Speaker 2: as he pressed against her. Focusing on this beautifully intense
Speaker 2: gaze once more, she whispered, you have a promise to keep,
Speaker 2: so part two of this fantasy next week. I hope
Speaker 2: you're enjoying it. I wonder what the promise might be. Oh,
Speaker 2: there's so many questions on this one, so many questions.
Speaker 2: But I hope you will join me next week when
Speaker 2: we can get wild in Bed all over again. But
Speaker 2: until then, and always with your pleasure in mind, this
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