Welcome to part 5 of my still vivid memories of my time with Jayne back in the mid 1970’s. For those readers who are just picking up on my recollections, it may be beneficial to click on my profile, then on the 'stories' button so you can access parts one to four. All of the stuff below will then make more sense!
Stepping out from the hotel lobby into the wonderfully sunlit West End, I pointed out the Ritz Hotel directly opposite our place. "Wow" said Jayne, "it does look posh". "Yeah" I agreed, "a bit too pricey for us, unfortunately!". I then led her along Piccadilly, then onto Regent Street. She was fascinated by all of the shops we were walking past. Turning right off Regent Street, I navigated us into Carnaby Street. Back in the 70's, it was what I'd call 'still real'. Loud, colourful and certainly entertaining as we looked at the crowds wandering through. Jayne stopped and kissed me on the cheek, clearly taking a good smell of herself where she'd dried on my face earlier. "Mmmmm, very sexy" she said. "I'm so impressed with you and London. Thanks for everything so far". I laughed, "We should thank Dave as well!". She kissed me on the mouth, seemingly not caring that loads of people were walking past us. "As you keep telling me, nobody knows us in London…and anyway, fuck him, he's not here!" she smiled. I then suggested, “Let's dip into one of the shops and see if we can find something inappropriate for you to wear later!". I took her down into one of the huge Carnaby Street basements that contained a good number of clothes traders. She seemed fascinated by it all, 'Oooh-ing" and "Aaah-ing" at all of the weird (compared to the west Country market town she was from) fashions. At one outlet, I spotted a ridiculously short red mini skirt. I picked it up on its hanger and waved it across at her. She came over and said "Good grief…….does anyone wear something like that?". "Yeah" I replied, "It's a London thing!". Jayne held it up against her waist and looked in a mirror. "Would this make me look slutty?" she asked me. "Oh, I do hope so!" I joked with her. "Do you want to try it on? Remember, hopefully nobody will know us up here". She took it to the assistant and asked her if she could try it on. The girl at the counter showed her to the single changing cubicle and Jayne went in to give it a go. The assistant came back to me at the counter and said "I think that'll really suit her, she's got a great figure to carry that off". I smiled and said "I'd love it if she has it, I'm trying to get her in the slutty look whilst we're here in London. When she comes out, if she looks slutty, feel free to tell her! That'll actually be a turn on for her I think". Jayne came out of the cubicle and walked across to us. "I've never worn anything this short in my life. I don't think I've even seen anything this short!". I gave her a wolf whistle and then turned to the young assistant. "What do you think?". She went very close to Jayne, ran her hands down each hip as if straightening the material and said, "Nice and slutty!". "Exactly," I said. "you look so sexy, it's made for you. Can I buy it for you, please, please, please?" I said, giving her my little puppy look! "OK" she said, "I do feel totally different in this. If you're sure about it, then we'll take it". As she was about to return to the cubicle to change again, the young assistant piped up with "Why don't you wear it now? It really goes with your wedges and your legs are the sexiest I've seen this year. Go on, spoil London!". Jayne looked at us both and said, "OK". The shop girl then gave Jayne a carrier bag with their logo on it and said, "Here, you can put your jeans in this. He'll carry it round for you, won't you!". That was an obvious question that didn't need an answer from me! I paid and as we turned to leave, the girl said to us "Have a nice time". And looking directly at Jayne she said "And I know that he will! Try not to break him tonight!". We left on a high and went back up to street level. "Ooh, do I look like a slut in this skirt" she asked me. "Of course," I replied, "and it makes me so proud to be seen with you. You fucking know that I'm loving this!". She put her arm through mine, gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "Ok, what's next?". "Soho" I told her. "I guess you'll either love it or hate it".
I guide Jayne past Golden Square and eventually on to Brewer Street. In 1976, there were adult themed places a-plenty. Sex shops, peep shows and strip bars. "What's a Peep Show?" she asked me. I explained that it was a circular stage behind wooden and glass partitions. You would find a vacant cubicle, lock the door and put a 50p coin in a slot, a small flap would spring open and you could watch a girl (sometimes two of them) playing naked on a round mattress. "How do you know all these things?" she asked me. "I've never even heard of a peep show". I explained to her that as my hotel, travel and living expenses were all paid for by the company last summer, I had to spend my wages on something! I told her that most of my weekday evenings last year were spent 'fact-finding' in Soho, just like a young man should! "Mmmm" she said, "should we go into a Peep Show? Would I be allowed?". I told her that our coins were as good as anyone else's and Soho didn't judge anyone. So, I swung her towards one of the premises that I was quite familiar with from past visits and we went inside. I changed a fiver for 50p coins at the counter and we then toured the semi-circular corridor until we found a vacant cubicle. I guided her inside and locked the door behind us. There was just a faint glow of light from the ceiling and to be fair, the place smelled of spunk. "Can you smell that?" I asked her. "There'll be loads of spunk sprayed about in here so go a bit careful!". "Why's that?" she asked. "Usually, a bloke will come in one of these, chuck some coins in to watch the girl and wank himself off until he spunks". "Blimey" Jayne said, "did you ever do that?". "Of course I did, again…it's a bit of a London thing" I joked. "You dirty boy" she said, "but I love that! Can we have a look at the girl then?". I stood behind Jayne and reached around her to slip a 50p into the slot and pull the clockwork handle. The flap went up and Jayne put her face up to the glass viewing window. There were two youngish girls rolling around on the mattress, eating each other out. "Fucking hell" said Jayne, "Fucking hell….fucking hell…….what are you doing to me? And me, such an innocent girl!". She was clearly enjoying it and I took my chance to lift her little red skirt up over her waist and plunge one hand into her knickers. Her slit was nicely wet and I rubbed her up and down to get some lovely little gasps out of her. The viewing flap suddenly slammed back down! "Ohh" she moaned, "that wasn't long". "Welcome to Soho" I said with a laugh! I told her to reach into my pocket and pull all of the coins out. "There you go" I said, "I've still got a job that I need to do". She put a coin into the slot and pulled the handle as I'd done previously. Once she was watching again, I got in front of her and crouched down, leaning against the wooden partition between us and the girls. I pulled Jayne knickers down and to her ankles and helped her to step one foot out of them. I then commenced licking her beautiful slit whilst she watched the girls performing. She was clearly enjoying my treatment (as I was!) and I heard the viewer slam shut again. She quickly fed another coin in and carried on watching. As I licked her harder and harder, I tickled her inner thighs with my hands. Suddenly, Jayne started cumming on my face. As I've said before, she's not a squirter (I’ve never met one) but she certainly got a lot wetter when she came. I just rubbed my face all over her cunt, knowing that she liked her juices to dry on me. As she was cumming, she was quite loud and I held her thighs as I was worried that her legs might give way! After she'd settled down, she said "Right, let's make it your turn now". I told her that I was ok for now and I wanted to be seen with her on my arm out in public. I told her that I'd be giving her plenty of cock in a bit anyway and that I was just so happy that I'd brought her off in the cubicle. As we straightened ourselves up and Jayne had put her knickers on properly again, I told her that as her knickers had been on the floor, they’d probably have quite a lot of spunk on them! She loved the thought of that and had a good rub of them against her cunt to confirm that they were a bit moist. I unlocked the cubicle door and there were two older chaps stood directly outside the cubicle, I guessed that they'd heard Jayne's squeals of pleasure when she'd been cumming and wanted to get a look at her! I was as proud as punch and as we stepped past them both, I said "That was nice!".
By now, it was around 12.45pm and I suggested that we go to the theatre to buy a show programme so that she could bore Dave with it when she got home! “Ah, speaking of Dave, I said I’d ring him at his at 1 o’clock to report in”. “No problem” I replied, “if we head to the Theatre Royal now, we'll find a call box somewhere near there”. We ambled towards the theatre and as expected, there was a bank of phone boxes on the pavement not too far away. It was just approaching 1pm so we both went in to a box so that Jayne could make the call. Before she rang, she asked me where she could say that she’d been already since she got here. I told her to say she’d been to the National Portrait Gallery and was now going to have a look at Trafalgar Square! Jayne lifted the handset and proceeded to dial, coins in hand. “Hi” she said down the phone, “……Yes, I got here ok and I’ve been to the hotel…….yes, it’s quite nice……….I went to the National Gallery this morning, you’d love it in their, lots of paintings of famous people on the walls……oh, don’t be like that!..........so I’m going to get some lunch and then see if I can find Nelson’s Column”. At that, she reached one hand behind her and started rubbing my cock through my jeans as she spoke to her fiancé! I put a hand up under the back of her little skirt and rubbed her through her knickers as she had the conversation. “There are so many new things in London” she continued, “I might come up again sometime if there’s another decent musical on, and there are so many museums and galleries I want to see as well………yes, I know you think it’s puffy but I enjoy it. And thanks for sorting it out for me, I’ll be ready for a shag when I’m back home tomorrow…….yeah, miss you too. I’ll ring again this evening about 7 before I go into the theatre, will you be home?……..ok speak to you then, love you….bye!”.
She hung up the phone and turned around to kiss me deeply. When she broke off, she said “Mmmmm, I loved feeling you whilst I was talking to him…..and you got me so wet. I’m going to fuck your brains out when we get back to the hotel after!”. We left the phone box and strolled to the theatre entrance and headed up the three steps into the foyer to buy a programme for the show. That would give Dave all the proof he needed that Jayne had been to the show and loved every minute of it!
There was a short queue at the box office when we went in, a single gent, then two oriental ladies. We joined the queue and I overheard the conversation between the chap and the lady at the desk. She was telling him that there were no tickets available for the evening performance and that nothing was for sale until the next Friday. He was saying that he was returning to the States on Tuesday and that he wished he hadn’t left it so late to get a ticket. He thanked her and started leaving the theatre. I said to Jayne, “Shall I see if he wants your ticket? You could get the cost of it back if you like”. She agreed that it would be a nice thing to do so I told her I’d try to catch up with him and bring him back. Jayne remained in the queue and I headed out and down the steps into the street. Luckily, the chap was only about 30 yards along the road and I saw that he was talking to (quite obvious to me) a spiv, or ticket tout. Knowing how some of those guys operated, I guessed that the bloke was about to be charged a ridiculous price for a show ticket that had a good chance of being a fake anyway. The 1970’s West End was full of opportunists looking to take advantage of the tourist trade. Thinking quickly, I went up to the pair of them and firstly apologised for jumping in. “Excuse me gents”, I said, “Sorry to barge in but the lady in the theatre asked if I could find you and bring you back in, she wants to speak with you” I directed to the American chap. I then looked to the tout and said “I’ll bring him back in a minute or two…..it’s just that I think he left something at the box office so the lady asked me to find him quickly”. With the bullshit over, I steered the gent back into the foyer and owned up to him “She doesn’t want to see you but I think that bloke was probably lining you up to buy a dodgy ticket. Don’t worry, we have a proper one for tonight that you can have for face value”.
By this time, Jayne walked over to us clutching a show programme. “Ah Jayne” I said, “This gentleman was going to buy a ticket for tonight off a moody fella outside. I’ve told him that we have a ticket that he could have for face value, is that ok with you?”. She looked at us both and said, “Of course”. Then nodding towards me, she said to the guy “The ticket belongs to his best mate Dave….and he can’t make it tonight so he asked us if we could find someone to pass it on to”. I had to smile when she described her fucking fiancé Dave as my ‘best mate’. Lovely touch there, Jayne!!
The chap was really thankful that he had a second offer of a ticket for the show but said that it seemed too good to be true. “Tell you what” I said, “If we show the ticket to the lady on the desk she can confirm that it’s a genuine one. I really suspect that the ticket that other bloke was trying to sell you outside would have cost you a lot of money but wouldn’t have cut it with the commissionaire when you tried to get in to the show tonight!”. And that’s what we did. Jayne got the ticket out of her bag and when we got to the front of the queue, I explained to the lady that we were going to give the ticket to the gent but could she just reassure him that the ticket was real and not a fake. She looked at the ticket and confirmed that it wasn’t a wrong ‘un. As we started walking away she called to the American “That’s your good luck for today!”. He laughed and we paused inside the entrance to do the deal. “Hey” he said, “Look I’m so grateful to you both, I really wanted to catch the show before I head back Stateside next week, so if you guys have a little time, I’d like to buy you a drink as a thank you and we’ll talk tickets over a warm beer!”. He asked if we knew of a ‘typical British pub’ nearby where he could thank us properly. I explained that in the West End, there were no such animals….but I knew of somewhere that tried to make itself look like one, purely aimed at the tourist trade though. I led us back towards Piccadilly Circus and we chatted on the way. He told us that his name was Ron, aged 53, he was a senior bank executive from Denver and that he’d been over here for work for almost a month. He had two daughters who’d long since gone through college and were now living away from home and he described himself and his wife as ‘free and easy, released from parental chains’ nowadays. Jayne told him our names and announced that I was her young plaything. ‘Toy boy’ wasn’t a common expression back then but he got the idea. He asked our ages and when we told him that Jayne was 11 years older than me, he looked at me and said “Very, very well done, young man. I’m so impressed”. I told him that all of the credit should go to Jayne as I knew that I was punching above my weight!
As we reached Piccadilly Circus, I guided our party into the Cockney Pride Tavern (long since closed, I think) and we found a small round table with two low stools. I approached a nearby table to ask if their unoccupied stool was available and they told me that I could take it. I set it down at our table and we took the weight off our feet. “Is it table service here?” Ron asked me. I laughed out loud and said “What the bloody hell is table service??”. He explained that back in the States, many bars had your order taken at the table and drinks brought across. “No” I told him, “It’s a case of queueing at the bar and hoping to catch the eye of the staff to get served!”. He asked us what we would like to drink, I opted for a pint of lager and lime, Jayne asked for half of lager and blackcurrant (yes, very 70’s for those that know!). When he asked me what he should have for himself, I think that I suggested a pint of Red Barrel, thinking that it would sit nicely with the general USA opinion of warm, rank British beer! I told him that when I saw him being served, I’d join him at the bar to help carry the drinks. As he wandered to the huge bar front, I said to Jayne “He seems like a smashing chap. What do you think?”. She looked across at him and said “Poor man hasn’t seen his wife for nearly a month. Should I flash my knickers at him so he can have a wank when he gets back to his hotel?”. “You’re so thoughtful, you slut!” I joked with her. “I’ll set the stools so that he has to look up your skirt when we sit down. Anyway, if you give him a nice show, he might pay a bit more than face value for the ticket!”. Jayne laughed and said “I like your thinking”. I then moved one of the stools so that it was quite close to and facing Jayne. “Swivel round a bit so you’re directly facing him when we come back. You can’t even hide those knickers with that skirt on!”. I moved the beer mats into position so that I'd be able to place his drink in the right spot and then went up to help him at the bar. “Here you go, Ron” I said, “I’ll take the two pints if you take Jayne’s glass. I’m probably better at carrying full pints than a Yank!”. As we got to our table, I placed Ron’s glass where we wanted him to sit and he gave Jayne her glass. We toasted each other and carried on with general chat. I noticed Ron kept glancing at Jayne’s legs when he thought we weren’t looking. Jayne asked him more about his wife and whether he had any photos of her. Back in the day, there were no mobile phones so most blokes kept one or two photos of their loved ones in their wallet. Ron was no exception. He lifted a picture out and gave it to Jayne. His wallet was stuffed with bank notes and I suggested that he didn’t flash that about too much in London…..it wasn’t as nice a city as he maybe thought. He quickly put it back in his inside pocket and thanked me for looking out for him yet again. Jayne said “Your wife is gorgeous. What’s her name?”. “That’s Barbara” he replied, “And yes, she is, isn’t she?”. I looked at the photo and Barbara was a fifty-something woman, wearing a swimsuit on a beach somewhere. She had shoulder length brown hair and a really great slim figure. I complimented Ron on having such a gorgeous wife and Jayne told him she hoped she’d have the same figure at Barbara’s age. I jumped in and assured Jayne that she’d still be fit in my eyes forever. Jayne looked at Ron and said “And that’s why I’ve chosen him, he’s so nice…..young but nice!”. Jayne then looked away across the pub and opened her legs for a good few seconds. I pretended to look in the same direction as she was, but out of the corner of my eye I saw Ron taking a seriously satisfying eyeful of Jayne’s knickers. I was so proud of her for being a discrete little slut!
After some time, our glasses were getting empty. We still hadn’t got onto the subject of the show ticket. Ron asked if we had time for another drink. I said that it was my round but he wouldn’t hear of it. “No” he said, “You guys have been so kind to me and such great company, it’s my treat again if that’s ok. Same again?”. We told him that’d be great and he headed off to the bar again. “Fuck, he likes you” I joked with Jayne. “He gets a good look whenever he can. And you love it, don’t you?”. Jayne put her arm across my shoulder and leaned in for a kiss. “God, I’m so horny….I want you when we get back to the hotel”. I asked her where the ticket was and she said it was in her purse. I said to her “Stick it in the shopping bag (which was on the floor to her right-hand side) and if I ask you to get the ticket out, lean over to the bag so your legs open as wide as that little skirt will allow…..and take your time finding it. I’ll stand up and look off into the distance so he thinks I can’t see him looking up your skirt. Did you see all of that cash in his wallet? He’s loaded. I reckon if you give him his best flash ever, he might give a bit more than the ticket value. Are you up for that?” I asked her. “Oh yes, but it’s made me sooo horny, I can’t wait too long for you so can we hurry it along a bit please? I need your cock” she begged.
I went across to the bar to help with the drinks and Ron and I returned to the table. Jayne was still holding the photo of Ron’s wife and she said to him, “This one” nodding at me, “loves older women because I've trained him so well! If he was in bed with me on one side and your Barbara on the other, the poor little sod wouldn’t know which way to turn!”. Ron laughed out loud and said, “Yeah….I’d have exactly the same problem!”. Jayne then said to him “Will you be calling her when you get back to your hotel, do you think?”. “Yes” he replied, “as it’s Saturday she’ll be at home I guess, so I’ll give her a call when it’s a decent time over there. If it’s ok with you guys, I’ll tell her I’ve met a wonderful couple and how kind you’ve been and what good company you are. I’ll tell her about the show ticket and how you saved me from a probable bad ticket”. Jayne then said to him “Well give her our love……especially his!” she laughed, indicating me!
“OK, speaking of tickets” I jumped in, “Lets’ get this sorted, shall we?”. I sked Jayne to get the ticket out and, as expected, she leaned over to her right to rummage through the shopping bag trying to find it. I stood up from my stool and looked off into the distance of the pub. Clearly, in Ron’s mind neither of us were looking at him so he drank in what I know was a wonderful view of Jayne’s knicker covered cunt. Seriously, no man would have been able to resist it! Eventually, Jayne pulled the ticket out and straightened herself up, placing the ticket on the table in front of Ron.
“OK” I said to both of them, “My very good friend Dave asked if we could pass this on to someone who needed it. We only need the face value so we can give the cash back to him, so is that ok with you, Ron?”. He smiled and said, “Look, you guys have been really great to me, I’m so glad I met you. That guy outside the theatre was asking a ridiculous price for a ticket for tonight, but I was ready to pay it. So, I’d like to give you more than just face value”. He brought his wallet out again and Jayne passed him the photo of his wife so he could put it back into safe keeping. Ron thanked her and then started peeling out some notes. He passed 50 pounds across to me and said “Is that OK? It’s what I want to pay for this”. I looked at Jayne and we both smiled at him. “That’s great, but only if you’re sure”. She told him. “Absolutely” he replied. “And I’ve really enjoyed meeting you guys. Hey, would you be about for another couple of drinks sometime after the show? My treat again. I’d love to catch up with you both”. Jayne then said to him “I expect we’ll be back at our hotel at that time of night, having a couple of cheeky ones in the bar. You’d be welcome to join us if you like”. Ron was really keen to do that, so I told him the name of the hotel we were staying at and suggested that he just hail a cab near the theatre when he’s done. “Say, do they do cocktails in there? Maybe we could hit a few of those later” he said. I told him that we hadn’t taken a look in the hotel bar yet but I was sure it was that sort of place. Jayne then excused herself to go to the ladies before we left, so Ron and I continued talking as she walked away. He was too much of a gentleman to turn and watch her as she walked across the bar so I said to him “Just look at that woman……she’s gorgeous and she’s a real good friend as well”. Ron turned to watch her and then said “You really are a lucky, lucky guy. You must feel great being with her”. I agreed with him, “Yes, I am. She’s been teaching me a load of stuff in the short time we’ve been seeing each other, but now we’re on my territory I’ve convinced her that looking tarty in London isn’t unusual for girls, and I know she’s loving it. Do you like her skirt?” I asked him, “ I spotted it and bought it for her this morning”. “You chose well, it’s incredibly sexy and she wears it just fine” he said, “I might just need to take myself in hand back at the hotel this afternoon, if you know what I mean!”. I then suggested that he hold off that idea for now in case he does come across for drinks after the show.
I told him that having bought the mini skirt for her that morning, I was planning to buy her another one on the way back to the hotel this afternoon so she’d have something equally inappropriate to wear tonight! I also told him that she discovered today that she likes to be ‘seen’ like that and that I guessed he’d enjoyed himself a little bit in the pub. Ron then said, “Look, if you’re planning to buy her another skirt, do you think she’d mind if I paid for it? I’d obviously trust your judgement in choosing something as sexy as the red one. Hey, if there’s more ‘entertainment’ tonight with you guys, I’d sure love to make it worthwhile for both of you”. I smiled and nodded at him, “Let’s see how it goes, then”. He asked me how much I’d paid for her mini skirt and I told him it was twenty quid or so.
Jayne returned from the loo and re-joined us. “I mentioned to Ron that I wanted to buy you another skirt for this evening and he asked if you’d mind if he paid for it”. Ron then chipped in with “Look, you two have been so good to me and I’ve had a wonderful hour with you both, it’s something I’d like to do if you don’t mind. It really would be my treat to buy you something nice…and I’ll get to see you in it later as well. Would that be ok, Jayne?”. She said it would be fine and thank you very much. With that, Ron got his wallet out again and peeled out another 50 pounds, passing it to Jayne. “I hope you find something nice, but make sure he has a say in what you get as well, he chose wisely last time!”. Jayne thanked him profusely and then leaned over to her right as if searching for something in her shopping bag, allowing her legs to part widely. Ron was looking at her knickers and then saw that I’d seen him. He blushed but I just said “That's just Jayne saying thank you for that” and I winked at him! “OK”, I said to Jayne, “Shall we go shopping and then head back to the hotel?”. We all stood up and I led us back to the Piccadilly exit from the pub. Back out in the London sunshine, Ron shook my hand and then kissed Jayne on the cheek. “Thanks again, guys…..I’ll see you later tonight”. I got him to repeat the name of the hotel we were staying in just to make sure he’d remember. He turned left whilst Jayne and I headed off to the right.
“Fuck, I’m really wet down there. I had to have a little play with myself in the loo! Can we go to the Peep Show again, right now? I need to cum”. She didn’t need to ask twice! I led her back into Soho and the Peep Show we’d been in earlier. I got some more 50 pence pieces in change and we walked around the corridor. All of the cubicles were locked. “What do we do now?” asked Jayne. “Well, we just hang about and cover about 3 doors and wait until someone comes out”. Soon enough, a door bolt was thrown and a chap came out of a cubicle. I rushed Jayne towards the door and the guy stopped and looked at me and Jayne with a look of admiration. We entered the cubicle and I locked the door behind us. Jayne immediately started kissing me and rubbing me through my jeans. When we broke for air, I told her that the bloke was probably outside hoping to hear something. I could pretty much guarantee it. “Feel free to make some noise if you want. It’ll give him something to wank about after!”. Jayne turned to face the viewing hatch and I put some coins in her hand so that she could feed the mechanism. As I was stood behind her she just pulled her skirt up over her waist and her knickers down to her knees and ordered me to put my fingers up inside her. I did as I was told and she fed the coin slot, starting to watch whatever was going on at the other side of the viewing glass. I had two fingers inserted into her from behind and I fucked her with them rapidly, crikey she was really enjoying it. She was making some great moaning noises, probably a little louder than before for the benefit of the bloke outside our door! I then had a new idea. As Jayne fed her second coin into the slot to carry on watching the show, I got a quick glance of the girl on the mattress. She was about 19 or 20, with blonde hair, small tits and a nice figure. I put my lips up to Jayne’s ear as I continued fingering her. “You’d love to fuck her, wouldn’t you?”, I whispered. “You’d love it if we took her back to the hotel and both fucked her all afternoon, yeah? Do you want to lick her cunt whilst I fuck you? And then I’ll fuck her and spunk up her so you can eat my cum out of her cunt, yeah?”. This talk was too much for Jayne and she started cumming on my fingers, yelling loudly “Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, yes, we’ll fuck her….you fuck us both….yes, yes, aaaaahhhhh”. My work there was done! Mission accomplished! I felt on top of the world. When Jayne got full control of her legs after her orgasm, she asked me to lick her cunt. As usual, she tasted gorgeous and proceeded to rub my face around, getting her juices over my mouth, nose and chin. When she let me back up she started licking herself off me. I nearly spunked there and then! “I should let you cum now, shouldn’t I?” she said. Much as I wanted to, I told her that I wanted to buy her another ridiculously short skirt and get her back to the hotel. Jayne said to me, “You realise I won’t be able to take them home with me don’t you, if Dave sees what I’ve been wearing, he’ll go nuts and I won’t be able to explain it. Will you look after them at your house instead?”. I agreed that was a good idea, as long as my Mum and Dad didn’t find them in my room and think they were mine!! As we were getting ready to go out from the cubicle, Jayne said “Do you really think that man was listening to me?”. I suggested that it was highly likely and I know that I would have if I’d seen a couple going into one of the rooms. “OK, I want to do something” she told me. She pulled her knickers down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She gave them to me and said “Rub me with them, push them inside me, get me all over them”. Again, I did as she asked and loved it. “Now pull them out” she instructed, “Rub them on your face, are they nice and wet from me?”. I told her they were fantastic. “OK” she said, “Give them here, I’m ready to go”. I passed them to her and she briefly rubbed them on her face to check they were nicely dampened. I unbolted the door and let her go out first. As we suspected, the elderly chap was right outsider the door and must have heard Jayne’s appreciation of what I’d been doing to her. He smiled at Jayne and she placed her knickers in his hand. “Here you go” she told him, “have these and think of me, this young boy has just made me cum, so you can smell and lick these whilst you wank off!”. With that, she flaunted off towards the exit with me in tow. Once we got outside, she simply said “Right, find me another slutty skirt then take me to the hotel. I want you so badly!”.
As we were wandering to the edge of Soho, I saw an open doorway with two handwritten signs taped to the inside wall. One said ‘Model – First floor’ and the other said ‘French Lessons by Ambrit, Second Floor’ I pointed these out to Jayne and told her that they would be prostitutes. “Really? How much do they charge?”. I told her that I didn’t have a clue. She asked hadn’t I tried at least one last year when I was living in London. I told her that I’d been having such a blast anyway, I hadn’t even considered it. We moved on and hurried down to Piccadilly in the direction of the hotel, briefly looking in shop windows for inspiration. Jayne spotted a likely looking store and suggested that we go in and look. Fairly quickly, she found another nice short skirt that was in a tartan type pattern. “I’ll just try this on, I hope it’s not too long!” she said. I walked with her to the changing rooms and stood outside whilst she tried it on. Shortly, she drew the curtain aside and stood there with the cutest mini skirt I’d ever seen. She looked so tarty in it. I asked her “Is that the one? Does it feel comfy? I love you in it!”. She agreed that she felt great in it, “Do you think Ron will like this?”. I told her to sit on one of the chairs just outside the changing area and it rode up really well. “You can’t hide anything in that one….and I love it that I can see all of your gash since you gave your pants away!” I proudly told her. “Good” she replied, “we’ll take it”. She was impressed with the price, again it was only 20 pounds and Ron had given her 50 towards it, so we were in profit! “Let’s have a look at the knickers, I want a nice pair for tonight, we don’t wan him thinking I’m a slut, do we?”. “Don’t worry” I responded, “He thinks you are already!!”. Jayne laughed out loud and said “Well that’s what you’ve done to me today!”. She then chose a really hot pair of knickers, black satin and they looked fantastic, I couldn’t wait to feel her up in them later. We paid the bill and she gained another shopping bag for her goodies.
We were by now only a couple of hundred yards from the hotel and so I asked Jayne to put Dave’s engagement ring back on her finger and flash it at Lucas if he was on reception, as I’d told him earlier that I was going to buy her a ring and propose whilst we were out and he’d indicated that he might arrange a little something from the hotel if we were going to celebrate when we got back! As we entered the hotel lobby, Lucas was behind the desk. “Show him” I said to Jayne. She flashed her left hand towards him and then turned and kissed me! “Oh, many congratulations, what a lovely couple you make. I’m so happy for you. If you’re going upstairs, I’ll send something up in a couple of minutes……on the house” he exclaimed. What a nice chap he was.
When we got into our room, Jayne said “I want a bath with you, that’ll be so sexy. I’ll just pop to the loo and then you can run one for us”. Whilst she was in there, a knock came at the door. I opened it and their stood a young lady with a tray containing an ice bucket, champagne and two glasses. There were also 4 little chocolates with it. “With compliments of the hotel, I understand that congratulations are in order”. I thanked her for it and dug into my pocket for a couple of pound notes for her tip. I placed the tray on the table and Jayne came out from the bathroom to a lovely surprise. “Congratulations,” I told her, “This is our engagement gift from the hotel. Can we set a date for the wedding yet?” I joked. “Fuck off” she laughed, “just run us a nice bath you daft sod!”. I cracked open the bottle first and told Jayne to help herself. After a few minutes, the bath was suitably filled and brimming with foam. I went out to the bedroom and Jayne was stark naked with two glasses of champagne in her hands. She passed a glass to me and as I took a sip and enjoyed looking at her in her full nakedness, she suddenly said “Whoops, I appear to have spilt some down my front. Be a good boy and lick it off for me!”. As usual, I followed her order to the letter, licking her lovely tits and gently sucking each nipple. “Thanks” she told me. “now I’m getting in the bath, don’t be long”. She took her glass in with her and I threw my clothes off in record time, rushing into the bathroom with my own glass and watching her from behind as she climbed in. Once she was sat at one end, I started climbing in at the tap end (yes, ever the gentleman, eh?). As I was stood facing her, Jayne said to me “Oh you poor boy, look how hard your cock is……have I been teasing you too much?”. Truly, my young cock was pointing up at the ceiling and wasn’t going down of its own accord! I placed my glass on the side of the bath and lowered myself into the water, placing a leg on either side of Jayne’s hips. We toasted each other with the champagne and then kissed. “You’re just a dirty little boy, aren’t you? And today, I’m your ancient slut. I hope you’re proud of yourself!”. I just couldn’t stop beaming!
“Well it’s been a helluva day so far” she said, “thank you so much for everything” as she reached through the bubbles and stroked my hard on. “Do you think Ron will come over tonight?” she continued. I kissed her again and said “I know he will. He fancies you like fuck! He even said whilst you were in the pub loo that if we were as ‘entertaining’ as this afternoon, he’d make it worth our while!”. “What do you think he meant?” she asked almost innocently. I told her that I reckoned he’d bung us more cash if he got another good show. “That would make me like those prostitutes in Soho” she smiled. “I feel so dirty!”. I kissed her yet again, “Yeah and you fuckin’ love it, don’t you?” I told her. “As he’s not seen Barbara for a few weeks, he must be climbing the walls. Would you fancy fucking him?” I asked her, “we could pretend you’re a prossie tonight if you want”. Jayne looked straight at me and said “I want you inside me….right fucking now!”. She edged herself forward and raised up until her cunt was brushing against my erect cock. She lined me up with one hand and sunk straight onto me. “Am I your slut?” she asked me, “Am I your slag, am I your tart, am I your prostitute?” She was so turned on by the words, she came on me straight away and that set my trigger off. I’d been edging for much of the day and when I finally blew my load, I shot streams of spunk right up inside her. “Would you like it if I fucked both of you?” she asked, “Would it be so wrong of me? You think he’d give us even more money don’t you, you dirty little sod!”. Again, I reminded her that nobody knew us in London and we could do anything we wanted. I was still inside Jayne and she smiled, kissed me and said “You’re getting fucking hard again, you dirty little boy…..what am I doing to you, you poor sod?”. I told her that I wanted a nice cuddling fuck on the bed so we washed each other all over and then I fingered her under the water for a while as we kissed. “This is the first time I’ve ever had a bath with someone, and it’s been so nice” she said. “Right, let’s get dried off, these glasses aren’t going to fill themselves!” Jayne stepped out of the bath first, then I pulled the plug and got out as well. We initially dried ourselves until Jayne the started towelling me down my front. When she got to my cock and balls, she patted them gently and then held my cock in one hand and said to it “You’ve been such a good boy so far today!”. We moved out to the bedroom and Jayne filled our glasses with more champagne. She put her glass on a bedside table and walked towards me with my glass. I reached out towards her and she said “No, keep your hands down by your sides”. My cock had gone down quite a bit by now and she proceeded to put the glass under me and raise it up so that she could immerse it in the champagne. “Oh dear” she exclaimed, “what have I done? I’ve made him all wet….and I love champagne!”. She put the glass down, sat on the edge of the bed and started licking the full length of my cock, making sure that she got all of the champagne off me. She then lifted my cock up and started licking and sucking my balls. This was incredible and my hard on returned within seconds! She then moved across to the middle of the bed and said “I need you now, I love it that you’re nearly always hard and ready!”. I got on top of her and slid myself inside. “Nice and slow” Jayne said, “and talk dirty to me whilst we fuck. I want to fuck you and Ron tonight…….. Tell me about that….”. So, I told her that she should keep flashing him over drinks in the bar and I’d keep putting a hand on her thigh so he could see how close I’d be to touching her cunt in front of him. I then said that she should also run a hand up my leg towards my cock now and then. And she should at some stage tell him that she’d had a really nice time with me when we shared a bath. I told her that by that stage, Ron would likely be almost at bursting point! If she wanted to progress with our plan, she should excuse herself and go to the loo whilst I mention to him that you absolutely love cock, so I can gauge his reaction. Jayne was cumming as I spoke to her and just as her orgasm subsided, I pulled out of her and went lower down the bed to lick her. She was almost purring and just kept saying thanks to me. When I came up for air, Jayne then asked to suck my cock, “I want to taste myself on you”, she told me. After she stopped sucking me, my hard on was rampant, so I gently wanked myself. Seeing this, Jayne said “Wank yourself off into my mouth……I need your spunk!” I obliged and when I was nearly there, I told her so. She opened her mouth wide as my cock was on her bottom lip. Just a few more strokes and I spunked straight into her mouth. She swilled it around a liitle and then swallowed it all. “Thank you. Young Sir” she laughed, “I needed that”.
We lay in each other’s arms for a while until my stomach started rumbling. “Yeah” she said, “I suppose we’d better get some food. With what we’ve got left over from Ron, let’s splash out a bit”. So, we started to get dressed, Jayne was picking up her new skirt to put on. “How about leaving that one for later?” I suggested, “why not wear one of the dresses you brought with you with bugger all on underneath? Let the breeze get to your gorgeous cunt…..and I can feel you up through it in a restaurant!”. She laughed and said “Your mind just doesn’t stop, does it?”. I kissed her and said “You should be so proud about how you’ve corrupted me, you really don’t know how much you mean to me!”. So Jayne slipped on a dress and looked absolutely fantastic. We finished the champagne and headed down to the lobby. On our way out, we thanked Lucas for the gift and said we felt honoured to be treated so nicely. He was just gushing with congratulations for us.
Right, that’s part 5 done for now……sorry it’s been a long one but I’m really enjoying recollecting the times I had with Jayne and I’m trying to be as descriptive a I can be with such wonderful memories. We’ll get to part 6 at some stage, thanks for sticking with me.
