Having had such a fantastic session with Jayne at Mel's empty house, I didn't hear from her for a worryingly (for me) long time. I assumed it must be one of two things - either I'd been blown out and Jayne had completed her fun with me, OR that Big Dave had rumbled her and may even now be trying to work out where I lived before turning up and giving me a right tuning. To be fair, he was quite well known for being a violent bastard in the small town where he lived. Either way, I convinced myself that the incredible journey that Jayne had taken me on was now over. BUT…….I knew that nobody could ever take that wonderful adventure away from me. It was just a matter of figuring out whether I should just lie low or perhaps leave the west country for good, to swerve Dave!

For those readers who have just joined my recollections at 'part 4' and have skipped the first three episodes, Jayne was a woman that I'd worked with for about 3 years in a small town financial institution and we became good mates during that time. I eventually left the job to go and work in a factory as the pay was almost double what I had been on and at 19, cash was king for me! I always fancied Jayne at the time but with her being 30 and me a raw 19 year old sprog, I guessed that I was fairly inconsequential to her apart from being a good laugh as a younger friend. Dave was a local nasty bastard that Jayne was engaged to (although, like me she still lived at home with parents). Him and his mates had given me and some of my mates a bit of a kick in a few months ago, although it wasn't really personal! It was just the usual 70's inter small town rivalry when a team of us strayed onto their patch for a disco and were filled in like application forms just for being there! Frankly, they'd have received a similar welcome over our way. I wasn't even from a town but many of my former school mates lived in the one town and of course they were a big part of my social circle, so when it was decided to take a decent mob over the the town about 7 miles distant, 'silly bollocks' here tagged along!

So, there'd been no phone calls from Jayne since our last get together (about 10 days previously) and as I've already stated, I assumed that it was now all over. Yes I was sad but not devastated as I always knew that I probably didn't feature in Jayne's long term life plans and that i was simply a 'project' for her to move me forward in the world of shagging - and by fuck, I was grateful for what she'd given me! There was no way that I should phone her at her parent's house and if I tried to call her at her work, it was pretty much guaranteed that Shiela on the switchboard would instantly recognise my voice and start wondering why I was calling for Jayne personally. Ah well, never mind.

As I said previously, I left the company where I'd been working with Jayne to chase the big shillings, as I got the factory job on a really good wage so I had more cash to fritter away. The shift pattern saw us finish work at 11.30am on a Friday so generally I'd be in the village pub for the Friday afternoon session until closing at 2.30pm.  The company provided coach travel for some of the workforce coming in from the remote surrounding villages, so on my next Friday shift, one of the girls from the office came down to the testing house with a message for me. "Your sister rang to say that she'll pick you up outside the gates at half eleven". Being a sister-less lad, I was confused and asked her if she was sure that the message was for me. She confirmed that it was and I suddenly thought, "That MUST be Jayne". So at the end of the shift, instead of heading out to the rear car park for the coach journey back to the village, I rushed out through the assembly line and the offices to the front gates. A few minutes later, I saw Jayne's car approaching. She pulled in and I hopped into the passenger seat. As she pulled away, Jayne said "Sorry I haven't called you, I've been working on something with Dave. And as I had to take some ledgers over to the Stroud branch this morning, I thought I'd pick you up and give you a lift home. Mr xxxxxx (her branch manager) told me I should have lunch whilst I'm out and that I should take my time". My mum and dad's place was only a few miles off her route back to work, so I took it as a nice gesture from someone I assumed was back in the 'good mate' role rather that the hot and sexy woman who'd been fucking my brains out over the past few weeks!

As we drove, she started talking. "I've told Dave that I want him to take me to see a West End musical, A Chorus Line is on at the Theatre Royal and I really, really want to see it".

I didn't know how to respond to this news so I let her carry on. "Every time I told him that I want him to take me to see it, he just tells me to fuck off. Says he's not going to watch a load of puffs on stage and that there's no way it's going to happen". Jayne then confessed that she'd been on at Dave much of the time over the past week or so and that she got the same reaction from him each time. She'd even started singing a couple of the songs from the show when Dave was in earshot, just to wind him up a bit. When he went off on a big rant at her again, saying he's never going to a poncey musical, Jayne then told me that she switched on the tears and said she'd heard such great things about the show and really, really wanted to see it. Apparently, she kept crying for quite a few minutes until Dave then told her that he'd pay for her train fare, a show ticket and an overnight hotel in London as long as she stopped snivelling and that he didn't have to come with her.

I told Jayne that I was really happy that she'd sorted it all out and that she was going to see the show.

"Fuck the show" she said, "I'm having two days and a night in London and that big daft twat is paying for it!". "And I want you to come to London as well".

I was totally dumbstruck at this revelation. I just blurted out "Wow. Yes, yes, yes!". "Good boy" Jayne said, "We'll sort something out. I'm looking forward to it as well".

Soon, we were coming into my village and as she pulled onto the drive, she said to me "Will your mum or dad be home now?". I told her that they were both in work until this evening. "Good" she said, "I need fucking before I go back into work!". As I got out of her car, my young cock was already at full mast, anticipating fucking Jayne . I unlocked the front door and opened it so that Jayne could go in first. As soon as she entered the hallway, she just leaned forward and put her hands on the third stair and said "Go on boy, fuck me quick and hard!". So I just pulled her skirt up over her waist and slippers her knickers down to below her knees. I ran my fingers along her cunt and she was soaking. "Wow" I said, you're really ready for this aren't you?". She moved her arse up and down in front of me and said "Well that's what you do to me". I dropped my work trousers and pants, ran the head of my cock up and down her slit a couple of times and then easily slid right inside her gorgeous cunt. I knew that she wanted a good fucking but I was nervous about doing the standard youngster's trick of spunking within a few seconds! I can clearly remember distracting myself by thinking of the names of English counties, starting with Cornwall and heading west to east and south to north. By concentrating on this I hoped that I'd be able to do myself proud and keep going for a decent time. As I got to the Essex and Suffolk areas, Jayne was making all of the right enjoyment noises. I carried on pumping my cock into her and was struggling with what county was to the north of Cambridgeshire. I pondered this for a bit when suddenly Jayne shouted "Oh, God….I'm cumming….fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck aaaahhh". Crikey, I was fucking invincible at that point, gawd bless my geography 'O' Level grade 2! I kept concentrating on the counties to keep myself from cumming. Once I'd nailed Lincolnshire, I went west again and got Worcestershire, Warwickshire and Northamptonshire. I couldn't for the life of me recall what was to the north of Lincolnshire so I did the Shropshire, Staffordshire and Cheshire bits. I was fucking her like a good 'un and she announced that she was cumming yet again. She was clearly loving every second of this! At this point, I decided "Bollocks to the North, I'm going to let it all go". So I just looked down at my soaking cock as it pulled partly out of her and went back in and I shouted to her that I was going to spunk up her. "Go on, put it all in me" she said…….and I did. I shot a good number of ropes of young cum up inside her and I was done. As soon as I popped my cock out of her, Jayne immediately pulled her knickers up, turned round and sat on the third stair. "Come here" she told me, "I want your lovely cock in my mouth". I shifted forward and offered the little fella to her. Straight away, she took my slimey cock into her mouth and gently sucked and licked all of our combined juices off it. "I love tasting both of us on you" she said. "I can't believe it, I can just be so open and dirty with you". I was just chuffed that she hadn't simply blown me out when she hadn't called me for over a week. As usual, I wore my daft young lad grin. As she stood up and I pulled my pants and jeans up, Jayne told me that she'd better get back to work. Then right in front of me, she lifted her skirt up, pushed one hand down inside her knickers and brought her fingers up to her mouth to lick them. Then she rubbed her cunt through her knickers until a nice wet patch was clearly visible. "I'm taking all of your spunk back into work with me now. And I'll be taking these (her knickers) off when I get home and I'm going to suck your spunk out of them before I have a shower and go round to see Dave". So at least I was still on Jayne's radar for a bit longer! "I'll call you when I know more about London" she said. "But I might not see you for a while as I'm going to keep Dave on his toes for a bit so he doesn't change his mind and want to come to London with me". After a long goodbye kiss in the hallway, I let Jayne out of the front door.

I spent the next few days checking out the options for trains to London so that I'd be prepared to travel up with Jayne. As my Dad's job often took him to different parts of the country, he had a good selection of up to date train timetables readily to hand. Trainline wasn't even a thing back then!

She phoned me on the following Tuesday evening. As usual, I took the call on the kitchen extension to save my parents from overhearing anything unsavoury that their golden boy was getting up to! They knew now that Jayne was just a good mate who liked to stay in touch now that we didn't work together. Jayne excitedly told me that the show ticket had arrived in the post and that Dave had received a confirmation letter from the London hotel to say that they'd got his check for the room booking and it was all sorted. Again, booking anything online in those days was just a daydream in a rocket scientist's imagination. The postman was a very important person to the vast majority of the population back then! I asked her which train she was getting up to London on the Saturday and she told me that Dave was going to drive her to Bristol Temple Meads so that she could get a direct train to Paddington without worrying about changing. When she told me which train she'd be getting (and it was a nice early departure) I said that I'd get my Dad to drop me at Temple Meads and get the same train. "No, don't do that" she said. "I know it's only a small chance but I don't want Dave to see you. He hates you anyway…..but I really don't know why! He hasn't got a clue about us, I think it's because he's tangled with you before at that disco nigh invasion by your lot!!. He just doesn't like you at all, never has and if he spotted even a glance of you he probably wouldn't let it go". "Fair enough" I thought to myself. I then told her that I'd get a lift to Kemble station and go via Swindon so that I'd be at Paddington before her. She liked the sound of that. "And" she said, "As you did the 4 month stint working in London last summer, you can be my guide around the hotspots!". Yes, the previous summer I was sent up to London by the company to cover for holidays and sickness, filling in at various branches as required. The company had put me up in a half tidy hotel near Hyde Park so I used to spend many of my weekday evenings wandering around the touristy places but especially the Soho area which, in the mid 70's was an absolute mecca of sexy nonsense and I absolutely lapped up the atmosphere and the shenanigans that were all available back in those times. I though that I might try and tempt Jayne around there if all goes well.

So on the Saturday, my Dad (bless him) dropped me at Kemble for a train around 6.30 in the morning to catch the Swindon service. After changing trains and arriving at Paddington, I saw the train that Jayne was due to arrive on was showing as running on time on the arrivals board. Having some time to spare, I went into the station cafe and bought myself a cup of tea and a bacon roll. I was very familiar with Paddington as I'd travel home on Friday afternoons each week after my London cover stints. I was actually shaking with nerves when I was lifting my teacup to my mouth, anticipating Jayne's arrival like a little kid on Christmas Eve. I didn't care though, this wonderful older woman had singled me out as her pet project and was setting me up for my first overnighter with her. I really did love her but was still too frightened to announce the fact to her. I was sure that she'd run a mile if I ever went down that route.

Leaving the cafe and heading back out on the concourse in front of the platforms, I eagerly anticipated the arrival of the Bristol train, bringing the best teacher I'd ever had to me. After it pulled in, I stood by the platform exit gate until I had a good sighting of Jayne walking from the train. I waved like an idiot to get her attention. She saw me and gave a very discrete wave back. "Ah" I thought, "maybe there's someone on the train who knows her. I won't be too obvious". Now I was not looking directly at her as she got nearer to the barrier, knowing that she'd seen me clearly and was only a few yards from me, I turned and walked slowly away to the bank of public pay phones on the concourse. These were not full red phone boxes but were half wooden cubicles with just head and shoulder partitions between each one. I picked up a handset and pretended to make a call. Within a few seconds, I heard Jayne saying to someone "Yes, I promised to ring my Dad to let him know I got to London safely. Anyway, it was lovely to see you, have a wonderful time……Bye". Instantly, Jayne was in the next phone cubicle to me and she spoke fairly quietly, "Thanks for that! My friend Angela was on the same train as me so we were chatting all of the way up. I'm so glad you walked away without making a fuss of me. That was brilliant!".

Jayne's overnight shoulder bag looked a lot fuller than mine, I suggested that we swap over so that I could take the heavier load (what a little gent I was back then). "Come on" I said, "Let's get away from here". It wasn't yet opening time in the pubs so I took her to a cafe on Praed Street, just outside the station. Knowing London quite well and knowing how the touristy bit works, I told her that there's no chance that anyone visiting London from her town would be going anywhere near to a greasy spoon cafe in Paddington. They'd all be heading toward Buckingham Palace by now, so we'd be fine. I brought two teas to the table and sat down with her. "It's good to see you" Jayne confessed, "I'm so pleased that you could come. I'm looking forward to this and we can be a real couple for today and tonight. I love that", she told me. I swear that the cafe table rose up a couple of inches as my hard cock just rushed skywards at this lovely sentiment from Jayne. I didn't see that comment coming at all, but for her to say that we could be 'a real couple' was the best thing she'd ever said to ". I thought "Too bloody right, Mrs". I decided to sit on the Soho thoughts for now but I told her that although then check-in was 2pm, we could go there to see if the room was ready and if not, we could leave our bags with the concierge until we checked in later on. Jayne thought that not humping our bags around town for a few hours was a really good idea, so we left the cafe and headed for a Bakerloo tube to Piccadilly Circus. Coming up into the daylight, I knew exactly where her hotel was as I'd been past it many times before, so I led her there. It was one of the hotels that I often referred to as 'Hotel Posh' as it wasn't the range of place that I'd be shelling out on for myself. But her fiancé had stumped up for this as recompense for upsetting Jayne when he adamantly refused to come to a 'gay fuckin'' musical with her. Well done, chief!

We entered the large lobby of the hotel and I asked Jayne to stand behind me and I'd do all of the talking. As bold as brass, I approached the reception clerk and said, "Hi, we have a room booked in my name, "David &%$£**. I know that the room probably won't be ready yet but we've arrived in town quite early. Could we leave our bags with you so we're not lumping them around the city until we can check in later?". The male clerk flicked through the bookings ledger (again, no computers of note in those days) and found the booking. "Ah yes, Mr &%$£**, I have your reservation but it is only for one person. Are you both staying tonight?". "Yes" I told him, "when I spoke to one of your female colleagues on the phone about 10 days ago, I told her it was a double room for the two of us. She gave me the price and did a provisional booking for us. I then posted the cheque and got a letter back from you this week to confirm everything was booked. Sorry if I've caused you any confusion!". He looked again at the bookings register and said "Ah, I do apologise, Sir. However, we do have some double rooms available for tonight anyway. I really must apologise, I suspect that it was our mistake rather than yours" (what a nice bloke!). I reassured him that it wasn't a problem at all and that we were just so pleased to be at his lovely hotel and that it was a special treat for us both. "Oh, so you've chosen your hotel well, I think, I hope that you both have a wonderful stay with us. As you've been extremely understanding, I can upgrade you to one of our executive suites. I trust that will be acceptable, and thank you both again for your patience and understanding". He then went on to tell us that a suite was already available and that we could check in immediately and take our bags up to the room. I thanked him and asked for his name (Lucas) so that we could mention his excellent service to his manager later. hey, why not??!!

We signed the check-in paperwork, got hand the key and headed to the bank of elevators. As we waited for a lift, Jayne looked at me and said, "Fucking hell, that was brilliant, YOU are brilliant! Firstly seeing that things weren't quite right when I arrived at the station and now this. You really are ace! I can't wait to see the room!".

As the lift arrived and we stepped inside, pressing the button for the executive floor, Jayne came to me and gave me a wonderful, deep kiss and squeezed me tightly. Breaking from the kiss, she quickly apologised. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I sucked Dave off in the car in a lay-by just north of Bristol this morning on the way to the station. I just wanted to keep him quiet whilst I'm away. And I'm sorry that I've now kissed you!". I wasn't put off in any way. "Well you did it to him a couple of weeks back after you'd sucked me off, probably within half an hour of you getting a mouthful of my spunk anyway, so don't think I'm worried! AND you said you were going to climb straight on his cock that night with some of my spunk still up inside you. Did that all go to plan?". ""Oh yes" she said, "and after he came in me I climbed straight onto his face to clean me up so Dave's actually licked some of your spunk as well, the daft twat!". "Good girl" I said, using one of her favourite expressions about me! As the lift door opened to the executive floor, we found our way to the room, opened up and went inside. It was great. From the corner windows we could just get a glimpse of Green Park. I told Jayne that the Queen lived over there, as Buckingham Palace was plonked in the middle of it all. She said to me, "You know quite a lot about London don't you?". I agreed and said that I'd loved my 4 month stint up here last year. Changing the subject, she asked me "Did you shower this morning before you left home". "Yes" I told her, "I always want to be sparkling clean when I know I'm seeing you". "I did as well, and apart from having had a mouthful of Dave's spunk this morning, I think I need you to cum in me right now". I threw my clothes off in seconds and jumped onto the sumptuous bed, already wanking my cock, much to her amusement. "Christ, you're just always ready aren't you, you dirty little boy?". I laughed and said "Yeah, but only for you. No-one else has ever had this effect on me". She was now fully naked herself and came over, clearly with the intention of lowering her cunt onto my face for starters. Naturally, I obliged and started licking here slit up and down along its full length. Jayne then took my hard cock into her mouth but I stopped her straight away. "Don't" I said, ""let me just do this to you and you can leave my cock for later, otherwise I'll shoot dead quickly. I want you to have the first cum, if that's alright with you". "Oooh, ever the gentleman" she joked. As I recommenced licking her slit, I let my tongue stray to her arse hole, which she seemed to enjoy the last time I did that. "Aaaaah, that's a good boy. Do it like last time - I fucking love it". My tongue strokes got firmer and firmer, and she was pushing against it more, especially when I was briefly licking her arse. She was clearly enjoying all of this and I knew that she was about to cum when her hole started to dilate. At this point as she was almost shouting at me, I plunged my tongue deep inside her and she came with all sorts of wonderful noises that confirmed to me that I'd hit the right notes with her again. As she descended from cumming, she rolled off me and as her feet were near my head, I started to sucked her toes and lick her feet. I really don't know where that idea came from, I don't think that I'd read of anyone doing it or whether it was even a thing - it just seemed the right thing to do at the time. And Jayne was clearly enjoying it as she made sort of purring noises. "What you do with your tongue, no-one else has ever done that with me. You really are my dirty little boy, aren't you? And to suck my toes after is brilliant. I hope that next door didn't hear us though!". I felt like a million dollars. "Don't worry, no-one knows us! Anyway, I'd love them to see us out of the room later, knowing that it's us that've been making all of the noises".

"Doesn't Dave do the arse thing with you then?", I asked. "No" she replied, "I bet he'd think it was gay, and you know what Dave's like anyway". I laughed at this, "There's something wrong with that bloke if he won't try something at least once! Have you asked him, or told him to do it to you?". "How could I now" Jayne said. "If I ask him to do it he'd just get all moody and want to know how I've found out about it being something that really turns me on. He'd just keep on at me trying to find out how I've come up with it". "Yeah, fair point" I said. "I mean I discovered it accidentally, it wasn't something I already had in my ideas shed or my wank bank. If he's one for licking your cunt whilst you're on top of him, and I bloody hope for his sake that he is, then maybe one time you could move right forwards so his tongue goes on your arse hole and as soon as that happens you could shout at him that it feels fantastic and to do it again. As the twat has paid for all of your London trip, I'll let him have that one for nothing!". Jayne almost pissed herself laughing at that, "You're so thoughtful, love". She didn't realise it but just to be called 'Love' by her was fantastic for me. I knew that I absolutely loved this woman and that I'd do anything for her (well anything that didn't involve long prison sentences or being pinned down and rogered by her thug of a fiancé)!

She told me that she'd loved that start to our little break and asked if I wanted her to fuck me now. "No thanks, I'm glad I did it right for you but I want to show you the London that I know for a bit. We both started to get dressed and I announced that I'd better go and have a quick wash before we go out. "No", she said. "I absolutely soaked your face with my cunt just now. You're all dried but I want you to come out smelling of me. That'll be so fucking horny for me, whenever I want to I can kiss you and nuzzle your face and I'll smell myself on you whilst we're out". So we finished getting dressed and hung our small smattering of clothes up on hangers for later. Jayne had travelled sensibly, in jeans a t-shirt and light jacket. As we emptied our travel bags I saw that she'd brought two mid-length dresses (I assumed these were her choice of two for the evening show at the theatre). I told her that I'd hoped she would be dressed a bit slutty tonight but she said that Dave had been in her room when she was packing this morning. That seemed fair enough then, but I said "Let's have a mooch round in case you see something totally unsuitable in the shops, we'll go to Carnaby Street first". "I'm in your hands" she said, so we headed out. In the lift, I asked if she'd mind taking her engagement ring off for a bit and keep it in her purse. "Why?" she asked me. "Just do it for me, I'll explain in a bit" I told her. Down in the hotel reception area, Lucas was behind the check in desk and we went over to him and thanked him for the upgrade - I told him that we were so pleased with the hotel service so far, we'd certainly be coming back again in the future. We both knew that was complete bollocks but there's certainly no harm in buttering up hotel staff if they've genuinely helped to make a positive difference to your stay. I then told Jayne that I'd join her at the exit doors in half a minute as I wanted to get some directions from the clerk. As she wandered off a little way , I leaned in close to Lucas and said, "She doesn't know yet but I'm taking her to a nice jewellers to buy an engagement ring. I love her so much". "That's wonderful" he whispered, "You make such a lovely couple, have a wonderful time finding it. Perhaps the hotel can do a little something to help you celebrate". I thanked him again for his wonderful service and assured him that he was an absolute credit to the hotel group and it certainly wouldn't go unmentioned to 'the powers that be'.

"What was all that about?", Jayne quizzed me the we left the building. "Sorry, I was just bullshitting Lucas about me buying you a nice engagement ring this afternoon…….he reckons that he might be able to sort out a little celebratory treat for us later". "You're priceless" she laughed. "London turned you into a bit of a wideboy last year didn't it?". I gave her the standard daft lad grin and shrugged my shoulders.

Now those of you who have stuck with me so far on part 4 of my journey with Jayne may just wonder if the scriptwriters might have based a little bit of Del Boy on me a few years later when Only Fools and Horses started. Well to be fair, I was probably more of a Rodney at this stage of my young life!!

I do apologise that part 4 has been a bit of an epic one and quite wordy, it's probably almost twice as long as chapters 1-3……..but I felt that the lead up to London and the morning events when we'd linked up all deserved to be related in this one story. I will continue with part 5 at some stage when time allows…..and Jayne continued to amaze me with things she wanted to do to me and me to her that afternoon and evening. As we were on what I considered to be my 'turf' (remember, I'd been a footloose and fancy free Londoner for 4 months in 1975) I got quite imaginative in showing Jayne places and things that I knew about in the West End. A really nice part of the lunchtime and afternoon was having Jayne put her arm through mine and we walked everywhere like a 'real couple' in love. Unforgettable………….More to come in part 5, please be patient! Cheers