Date: Fri, 11 Nov 2011 08:52:39 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Why? Chapter Eight

   We got a taxi and I gave him my address in Chelsea and off we went and I
held his hand the whole short journey. He had a surprised look on his face
when we pulled up outside the old Victorian house that I'd had freshly
painted a short while back.

   `You live here?' he asked as he paid off the taxi.

   `It's my home,' I said as I went up the three short steps and opened the
door with my key. `It's a bit sparse on furniture at the moment. I've still
got most of what I want in storage but haven't as yet had it delivered.' I
led him into the lounge and was pleased that I had bought some good modern
stuff and even if I say so myself, it looked a picture.

   `It's beautiful. How much rent does it cost if you don't mind me
asking?'

   `I don't pay rent. It's mine.'

   `You own the place? Wow! The agency money must be good then,' and he
smiled to take the sting out of what he'd just said.

   `The agency money is peanuts. This was bought from an inheritance,' I
said. `Come and see the kitchen.' I took his hand and led him through the
dining room which had a lovely polished table that could seat eight people
comfortably and into my modern kitchen. I'd had the whole place gutted and
all new stuff installed and it still looked as good as new.

   `Wow again,' he breathed. `This makes my place look real shabby.' I
laughed.

   `You should of seen where I lived before! Now that really was a flea
pit. Come, let me take you upstairs and be the first person to see my
bedroom.' We went upstairs and he simply loved the simplicity and décor of
the place and liked the bathroom too. While he was looking in there, I took
my dress off.

   `Julian,' I said softly as he re-entered the room and saw me standing
there in just my female underwear. `Will you be the first person to make
love to me on my bed?'

   He didn't need much urging at seeing me like this for his clothes came
off quite fast and I was pleased to see that he already had an erection
that he was shortly going to be giving to me. He came into my arms and we
kissed as I moved back so that we fell on the bed and then made ourselves
comfortable as we kissed and clung to each other, letting our erections
make friends again between us.

   I was soon up on my knees and had his massive hard tool nuzzle my back
passage, knocking at the door and so I relaxed and let him enter. It was
glorious to have my backside widened again to accommodate his size and have
his shaft keep it wide as he slid right in till our lower bodies met. I
loved that pulsating throb and the heat coming from his cock as it fuelled
the fire that had been growing inside me since we'd arrived. Now it was up
to him to put out the fire and he began moving himself in and out of me,
thrilling me as I felt every inch of it move and soothe my inside.

   My first lover in my own home and I just loved him for the pleasure he
gave me in both of the fucking and the sucking of my cock. For I loved the
phallus of a man in either orifice and still couldn't get enough and
wondered if I could ever get used to having only one man fuck me. I didn't
bring this up until our last day together.

    For three whole days, we spent more time on the bed than anywhere
else. Fucking each other and then sucking on the opposite prick to wait
until it had risen up again. He also liked it when I lay between his legs
and took both of his balls into my mouth to roll them around in my attempts
to make them generate more of his seed.

   In between our bouts of sexual frenzy, he spent some time on the phone
calling people he knew in the same profession to find a decent speech
therapist who could also help in the singing department. We only left the
house twice. Once was to see this man who would try to get me singing again
and the other was just to get some food in. Other than that, we stayed half
naked most of the time.

   It was our last morning together and we'd just fucked each other and
were quite content to just lay in each other's arms and kiss and talk.

   `Julian. Why don't you move down here to London and get a job in one the
many hospitals here?' I asked of him. `You could,' I continued when he
didn't answer immediately, `always live here with me.'

   `Thanks for the offer Jackie, but I don't think it would work,' he
finally said in a low voice. I tried to hide the disappointment these words
brought on.

   `Why not? I'll cook and clean for you. I'll even darn your socks if I
have to,' I said in a pleading voice.

   `Jackie,' he said as he stroked my arm. `As much as I love making love
to you and you loving me, it would never work. We'd soon be at each other's
throats.'

   `Well that's your job,' I said, trying to make a joke of it. `Why
wouldn't it work?'

   `If you get your voice back properly and find you can sing again, you'd
probably go back into a club.'

   `Yes.'

   `And what time do you normally get home from there?'

   `About two in the morning.'

   `Exactly. I get up before five to be at the hospital for my first
operation at six. That would be less than three hours in bed together every
night.'

   `There's the afternoons,' I cried.

   `More like early evening before I get away from the hospital and then it
would only an hour or so before you went off to work. That's how I see it
and I don't really think that that would be enough for either of us,' he
said gently.

   I then began to cry for I knew he spoke the truth and realised that I
wasn't ready yet to just settle for one man. The twenty year age gap didn't
help either when you look at it. He held me tight as I sobbed and he used
the corner of the sheet to wipe my wet cheeks when I'd got myself under
control.

   `Just come up and see me some time,' I said with a wan smile, trying to
sound like Mae West.

   `Try and stop me,' he said, giving me our last kiss in bed and I watched
as he got dressed, covering that lovely tool that had given me such
pleasure. I got out of bed and stayed naked as we went downstairs where I
phoned for a mini cab to take him to the station and as we leaned against
the front door to wait for it to arrive, we kissed again and he really
pleased me by going down onto his knees and sucking on me and urged me on
to give him a face fuck, which I did. He came up smiling and I had tears in
my eyes again as we passed my sperm back and forth between our lips as we
kissed our goodbye and only broke apart at the sounding of a car horn
outside. I couldn't see him properly as he got into the cab for the tears
were blurring my vision and with him gone I went back up to bed and stayed
there for the rest of the day, just smelling is body odour that remained on
the sheets.

                                                         *

   Next day, I walked down to the agency and told Samantha that I was back
and available but I also told her that I would be taking singing lessons
and if I got my voice back again for me to do this, I would be leaving the
agency. She didn't like this idea and said so, but wished me luck in the
lesson though she didn't want me to go as she was getting more demands for
my services.

   She got me a booking for that night and I found that he must have been
at least sixty years of age and he couldn't understand why I cried when he
was fucking me and tried to console me thinking that he'd hurt me but I
couldn't really tell him why I cried. Even though he was of that age, he
still was able to fuck me once more before going to sleep and then do it
again in the morning.

   I had my first singing lessons the next afternoon and by golly did my
throat hurt after the two hour session. He kept berating me for trying to
sing too high a note and I knew he was right for it turned out into a croak
and a coughing fit. We'd started out doing the scales and he kept it right
down in almost the range of bass but moving towards the tenor.

   `Don't try and hold the notes so long,' he kept telling me. `You've got
to relearn to sing with shorter notes and not go high. Try speaking some of
the words instead of singing them and I think you'll find it a lot easier.'

   Even so, my throat still hurt and I was going to do this twice a week
for as long as it would take. Julian, the sweet man, had tried to pay in
advance for my lessons but I wouldn't have that. Telling him that it was my
voice and if I failed, I'd rather it was my money that was wasted in the
effort.

   I was surprised that after three months of the master's tutoring, I was
once again singing though in a completely new style from the way I had
before. So much for the doctor saying that I wouldn't be able to sing
again. When the maestro said that he could do no more for me, I gave him a
kiss and took him out for dinner that night to celebrate. I celebrated the
following day by going over to Sally's place who simply loved my brown bits
and we went and got half pissed and she had to phone the club saying that
she was taking the night off. Well, from singing that was, for we went to
bed together and made a good night of fucking and sucking each other and as
we had gone to bed with full make-up on, we looked a sorry sight the next
morning.

   She liked the sound of my new voice and said that I would go down a
bundle at the club and asked when was I going to see the owner for a
slot. I told her that I thought that I deserved a holiday first and this
took my mind off on a tangent and thought of that postcard that I'd
received from Eddie Forbes.

   First it was the passport, and this took three weeks to get and in the
meantime, I'd got somebody in an Internet café to do some searching for me
of clubs or bars in that area of Murcia that I might get a week's work
while I looked for Eddie. We found one and after a lot of toing and froing
over the Internet, we agreed on a date and the wage, which was pitiful
really, but then, I wasn't really a name that would bring in crowds,
besides, it was a bar that could only seat about sixty people. One other
thing I was able to screw them down on was that they would put my name
quite prominently in the local paper giving the date of my appearance for
the week.

   This put the date as being in the first week of September when it wasn't
too hot and at least the kids would be returning to England for their
schooling. I also sent an E-mail to La Azohia hotel booking a room for a
couple of days. If I didn't find him then I could always extend the time,
for I planned to be over in Spain for a month.

   Samantha was unhappy about me giving in my notice whereas the club
manager where I used to sing was only too happy to have me back. There was
only one thing left to do before my holiday and short stint in this Spanish
bar, was to buy a pair of trousers and shoes. I couldn't really go through
the passport controls wearing a dress when the passport said male.

   I was excited when the day finally arrived but by God didn't I just hate
putting those trousers on. They were so tight and constrictive and it felt
strange wearing that type of shoe once more after getting used to wearing
high heels. I took two suitcases with mostly female gear and loads of Euros
which I'd got from the bank.

   Having checked my atlas and closest airports to my destination, I chose
to get the train from Victoria station to Gatwick, because the plane from
there would land at San Javier. The Heathrow flights always landed at
Alicante, much further north, and as I would be getting a taxi from the
airport, it made sense to get as close as I could.

   It was a lovely two and half hour flight and my first time in a plane
and I thoroughly enjoyed it, especially feeling the power of the engines at
the take off. We landed about half three in the afternoon their time, for
they are one hour ahead of England. I had to show the taxi driver the name
of the hotel and where it was on the small map I had and he agreed to take
me. It took nearly an hour and cost about fifty pounds but it was worth it
for I would never have found the hotel tucked away as it was.

   The hotel itself was a garish orange red colour that didn't really go
with the environment but inside it was quite modern. Now even though I was
wearing trousers, I'd chosen to wear a shirt that could be worn by either
sex and in the taxi I had unbuttoned the top few buttons so that the bra I
was wearing could be seen so they would assume that I only wore the
trousers for travelling.

   The reception only gave my passport a brief look to note down the number
on my checking in card. I had the driver bring my two suitcases into the
lobby, which was off to the right of this circular domed entrance, it
having two upper floors of rooms. I could see the bar off to the left with
an open lounge. I paid the driver and as I was given my keys, I asked for
someone to carry my bags up to the room for there appeared to be a shortage
of staff. I think it was one of the dining room waiters who carried them up
for me.

   I undressed and had a shower and then got dressed again in clothes that
I was more comfortable in, meaning a dress with my high heels. I was
gasping for a drink and went straight down to the bar and ordered a large
gin and tonic and it was going down a treat when there was a tap on my
arm. I turned round and gave out a squeal for it was Eddie Forbes with a
lovely deep sun tan.

   `Eddie!' I cried and threw my arms round his neck and gave him a kiss.

   `Shsss,' he hissed, `the name's Peter Dawson out here.'

   `Well of all things! I came down here to look for you and I'm only here
five minutes and you've found me! It's incredible!' I rapped on the bar for
another drink and one for Eddie, no, Peter. I dragged him away from the bar
with our fresh drinks to a table where we could talk without being
overheard.

   `How did you find me so quick?' I asked as we sat down.

   `That was easy,' he laughed. `I saw your name in the local paper that
you would be appearing this coming week and guessed that you'd got my
postcard. As I'd gently underlined La Azohia, it was only logical that you
would book in here. So I tipped the desk clerk some euro's to give me a
ring the moment you showed up.' I couldn't help but laugh at how easy I had
made it for him.

   `There was me thinking that I would have to scour the whole region for
you but hoped that I would see you at the bar where I will be singing for
the week.'

   `So you got your voice back then? The papers quoted the doctor as saying
that your singing career was over.'

   `How did you know about that?'

   `We do get the English newspapers over here,' he said drily.

   `How about you? You've certainly got a nice sun tan. Is it all over?' I
asked slyly.

   `Would you like to find out?' he asked with a smile.

   `Well it goes along with what I came out here for,' I said as I quickly
finished my drink and stood up. He rose up and I led him up to my room and
as soon as we were inside, I was kissing him as I fumbled with the belt of
his trousers for I could feel that he was hard and ready for me.

   `Hello old friend,' I said to his cock as I went down onto my knees and
took the head of his prick into my mouth and instantly remembered the taste
and smell of him as I sucked and nibbled at the exposed head.

   `Steady there,' he said, having to push me away. `Let's do this
properly,' and he quickly took his clothes off and I saw that he was indeed
brown all over, but I really only had eyes for that swaying iron bar
between his thighs. I only took off my dress and I quickly got a condom out
and rolled it down over the length of his shaft and got onto the bed.

   He climbed on too and got between my legs and quickly pushed himself up
into me.

   `Oh God,' I cried. `You don't know how much I've missed you being where
you are now.'

   `I've missed you too,' he said as he began to fuck me, moving his prick
in and out of me in slow strokes, holding my hips firm as he did so. It was
lovely having that hard male penis moving again in my back passage and it
made me drool as he gave me the satisfaction that I always got of having a
cock up my backside.

   `I'm coming,' he grunted as he began to move faster though I didn't need
telling and began to move back to meet his forward thrusts and he held me
tight as he jammed himself tight up to my backside as he pumped out his
seed into the condom.

   Oh why can't a man hold on longer than a few minutes? It's a pleasure of
having a man inside me but it's always too short a duration and I gave out
my cry of dismay when he pulled out. But I was quick to turn round and pull
off the rubber and move down and suck and teethe him till he began to
wilt. Only when it had really gone soft did I let him out of my mouth and
rolled up the bed and into his arms.

   `Oh Eddie, I have missed waking up in bed without you there,' I said as
I kissed his cheek.

   `I've missed you too Jackie. Now tell me all what happened to you after
I left,' he said. So for an hour I related the events omitting my other
sexual adventures by which time he was up and ready for me again. So after
another glorious fuck during which I came myself without using my hands, we
cleaned each other up and settled down again for him to tell me what he'd
been up to since he'd left me.

   `The first place I went to was Italy where I knew some people I could
trust. There I got me a new passport with a different name,' he began.

   `Why? What was wrong with the one I gave to you?' I asked.

   `You've heard of the old maxim, set a thief to catch a thief, well I
didn't trust the passport. Too many people would have known about it and so
it was wise to get another one. I then flew to Paris and spent a few days
there getting to know a few Portuguese truckers and then bummed a lift to
Lisbon. From there, it was a case of getting lifts through to here in
Spain. Let them try and track my movements from that,' he laughed. `I
released some funds to the lads back in England, enough to keep them going
for awhile and got some for myself. So here I am, an ex-pat, living a
rather secluded life in the boondocks waiting for someone like you to show
up and make me a very happy man.'

   `What would make me happy, apart from you having me again, would be
something to eat. I'm starving only having had nibbles on the plane,' I
said.

   `Which do you want first?' he asked, holding up his erection that was
again ready for use.

   `This of course,' I said as I moved down the bed and took him into my
mouth and worked on him with my hand as well, loving the throb and heat of
him as I held him there while I sucked and tongued him. He came again and I
swallowed it as I would a prairie oyster. `That was the first course, now
let's get dressed and have something else to fill my stomach.'

   We had a shower first before getting dressed and as we got down to the
lobby, he steered me out of the hotel.

   `I want dinner, not a walk,' I said.

   `It's a restaurant that's only a short walk away and it serves better
food than the hotel, believe me,' he said.

   `But I haven't brought my purse with me,' I said.

   `I've got enough in my pocket for dinner,' he said, and we did only walk
a little way to a barn like place that was very Spanish inside and the meal
was superb. It was so good that I couldn't eat it all, though I did finish
the wine that kept on being put into my glass. He finally called for the
bill which was a damn sight cheaper than it would have cost in London and
I'm sure not to have been so good to eat. I watched him sort out his euro
notes and whispered across to him.

   `Eddie. If you're short of money, what with being on the run so to
speak, I can let you have a few thousand if it'll help.' He burst out
laughing which surprised me.

   `Jackie, you really are a treasure. Thank you all the same, but I have
enough to manage on. It's you who should be looking after their
money. Check out of that hotel in the morning and come and stay at my
place. It's the least I can do as you looked after me for a month. How long
are you staying in Spain?'

   `A month. A week at this bar to get my act together. Three weeks holiday
and then back to singing in the club in London,' I said. `Though if I bomb
out here with my singing, I might not return to the club but go back to
being an escort.'

   `An escort?'

   `Yes, and I'm always in demand. You'd be surprised at the number of men
that would rather go out with such as me for the evening.'

   `And for the rest of the night?' he asked with a grin.

   `That goes without saying that they give me what I want while they're
getting what they want, plus I get paid for it.' Shit! I said to myself. I
shouldn't have added that bit on the end, but he didn't comment on that for
which I was thankful.

   So we walked back to the hotel where he stayed the night with me and he
really was a strong man by having me three times during the night and I was
slightly sore arsed by the morning. In less than twenty four hours, he'd
fucked me six times and I had him once by way of mouth. Now it takes some
man to have that amount of strength to do it that many times inside that
time frame.

   The desk clerk didn't like the idea of me booking out after only one
night when I'd provisionally booked for two, what with the hotel nowhere
near full. Tough tit I said under my breath and was surprised when Eddie,
without asking, picked up their phone and ordered a taxi in fluent Spanish.

   `That was bloody quick to learn the language,' I said to him as we
waited for the taxi.

   `With speaking Italian, it isn't hard to pick up Spanish,' he said, `for
they're all based on Latin and many of the words are similar though with a
different pronunciation. Will you be singing any Spanish songs at the pub?'

   `I don't know any Spanish songs let alone the words,' I replied.

   `How about `Viva Espana',' he said with a laugh.

   `Oh come on! You've got to be joking? That's too corny,' I said,
laughing with him.

   `Corny or not, I guarantee that will get the crowd in the pub going,' he
said, and I found out that he was right when I thought that the place was
dying and went and sang it. But that's later.

   The taxi arrived and we got in with my suitcases and drove further into
the place called La Azohia for the hotel was just off the main road between
Mazarron, well the port, and Cartagena. The road wound round through some
nice houses and then ran along the coast until nearly the end for the road
finished near a bluff of cliffs and we turned left and went up to a flat
section of land that overlooked some houses before the sea with a high
mountain behind us. The car turned into a sumptuous villa and I looked at
him in amazement that he should be living in such a wonderful place.

   It was massive and it had a half length Olympic size swimming pool
surrounded by a patio that had loungers on where you could look out over
the pool and see the sea.

   `Who's place is this?' I asked as I took in the splendour of the place
and the vista it had.

   `Mine. Bought and paid for,' he said with a smile.

   `Just how much money have you got stashed away?' I asked.

   `Oh, about five million, give or take a few quid.'

   `And there's me offering you a couple of thousand thinking you might be
a bit short of the readies.'

   `It was a generous offer Jackie,' he said as he took hold of my hand,
`and I thank you for it, but as you can see, I have enough to live on quite
comfortable and get to enjoy the life here in Spain.' I couldn't fault that
argument and let him lead me inside which made my place look very small
indeed.

   `How about a swim?' he asked as he dumped my suitcases down in the big
lounge, looking out through the big glass windows at the sparkling clear
water of the pool outside.

   `I'll get my costume out,' I said going to my suitcases. `I had this one
specially made with a frill round the crotch and had it padded up top.'

   `Costume? How do you think I got brown all over? The nearest house is
over two hundred yards away. We're not overlooked at all. It's skinny
dipping or nothing. By that I mean you either swim without a costume or
it's no swimming at all,' he said as he began to take his clothes off. They
were off before I'd even got my dress off and bare arsed and really brown
all over, he opened the patio window and raced out and dived into the
water. It still took me a couple of minutes to get all my hooks undone and
with my very pale white body, went and bombed him in the pool.

   I came up spluttering and then started to panic because I couldn't feel
the bottom having jumped in at the deep end. I couldn't swim and so I
panicked and thrashed the water to try and stay afloat and get to the
side. I made it and hung on like grim death not realising that I had
actually done a doggie paddle to get to the edge. He of course had laughed
and I didn't think it very funny at the time as I worked my way along the
side till my feet touched the bottom.

   I rounded on him and ducked him and so for the next hour we played in
that marvellously cool water, acting like small children though my idea of
a game was different from his. While he kept diving down to try and get my
legs and heave me up and over, I kept trying to grab his balls and
penis. He tipped me more than I was able to grab him. I liked it also when
he came up behind and grabbed me and rubbed himself up against my bum which
kept getting me hard and randy.

   We eventually got out of the water for he was getting the same way as me
and he brought some towels out of a changing room for us to dry ourselves
and I laid down on a sturdy wooden lounger that had a thick cushion on it.

   `You'll get sunburnt without some oil on,' he said and I saw him take a
bottle off the small side table and watched him pour some into his palm and
then felt him start to smear it over my back and thighs and eventually
caressed my bum with his oily hand. He must have rubbed some on his
erection for he then got astride of my lounger and I felt his cock slide up
my oiled bum till he was on top of me and felt his prick start to slip
between my cheeks. I lifted myself up as best I could with his weight on me
and it was enough for his thick cock to push against my entrance and then
slide up into me.

   The oil made all the difference and I loved the way it moved into me so
easily, filling and making me sigh once again at having him there and
because of the oil, he lasted far longer than normal as he fucked me there
on the lounger. His hands came up under my shoulders to hold me firm as he
rode on my back and I loved the slippery feel of his tool moving back and
forth inside.

   He pulled me firmly down as his thighs mashed mine as he came and I felt
every spurt of his seed as he came inside me for he hadn't put on a
condom. I gurgled with pleasure at his coming and having him there as he
lay fully on my back to get his breath back before pulling out. He went off
to the changing room to wash himself before coming back out and laying down
on the lounger next to me.

   It was simply lovely to lay out there in the sun, having my first real
holiday for years, the other times being at my aunt and uncle's
home. Though my holiday hadn't really started yet for the next evening I
would be singing for my supper.

   He only let me stay out there in the sun for two hours before rousing me
up from the doze I was having.

   `That's enough for you on your first day,' he said, `otherwise you'll
suffer. You've gone quite red already.'

   We went inside the villa and into a massive shower that could have held
four people. There were jets at all angles coming out of the two walls and
I had the pleasure of him soaping me all over and getting the oil off
me. Mind you, he spent a long time in and around my bum and other bits. I
sensed that he was aroused too and saw I was right when I turned round. I
went down onto my knees and took the head of his cock into my mouth and
with the water spraying over me, sucked on him and let him face fuck me. It
was lovely to taste him again properly when he came in my mouth for me to
swallow.

   By missing lunch, we had an early dinner and I found that he was a
decent cook and the meal was lovely. After which, we went to bed for more
and more sex. Though he appeared to be bi-sexual, he wasn't really one at
all for he wouldn't let me fuck him nor would he go down on me. So to help
me, he would either jerk me off while still staying inside my rear or lay
on top of me and let me fuck the bed whilst again, still inside me, riding
me till I came. I didn't mind this for it was him fucking me that was more
important or letting me take him in the mouth, either way, I think I was
getting the better deal.

   The next day, he let me lay out in the sun for three hours, lying on my
back this time to start to brown off the front of me. It's needless to say
that he had me twice during the day and an extra one before I did myself up
for my first excursion out into the world of singing.

*