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