‘I left my purse at home, if you are in town, could I grab a lift home. H.’ It was from the same number that sent me the picture of the nude woman, so the nude woman was Henry’s mum then. Interesting. The rest of my day was free so I texted back ‘yes, where are you? J.’
A few minutes later I was slowly pulling up by the Bus station looking for her. There she was. I bipped my horn to grab her attention and unlocked the doors. She clambered in. “thanks”
“It’s okay” I said, “Jases Taxi Company at your service”
“Funny. Not. “
“I thought it clever actually.”
“You never replied to the picture I sent you.”
“Well why would I? I had no idea who it was from or who it was of. It could have been a special photo accidentally sent to the wrong phone number. That could have been very embarrassing to the sender if I had replied and that had been the case.”
“Well, what did you think?”
“Very nice, I would. What would your mum say if she knew I had a photo of her naked?”
“You would what?”
“You know what, and you avoided my question.”
“You would shag her you mean?”
“Obviously, of course if she wanted to, and you are still avoiding my question.”
“She would go absolutely fucking nuts.”
“So, you don’t want me to show he the picture and explain how I got it then?”
“Eurgh, I can’t imagine my mother shagging anyone.”
“Oh? Well you know the mechanics of it, what goes where and all that, shouldn’t be too difficult to imagine, I mean, you know exactly what she looks like with her clothes off.”
“Don’t know what you look like though do I? I mean you never showed me or sent me a picture.”
“Why would I expose myself to you? I can see no benefit to me.”
“Why are you such a dick? Give me your hand.”
I moved my left hand over to her and she took it and before I could react she had pushed my hand up her skirt. She had no pants on and the hair was gone too. I pulled my hand back.
“Why did you do that? I thought you hated it, you said made you look like a little girl.”
“Why did you pull your hand away?”
“Christ Henry, I am driving the car, and I am not in a relationship with you where it is appropriate for me to touch your fanny”
“You wouldn’t have pulled your hand away if my mum had done it. You would have fingered her? Why not me?”
“What is it with you? Fingering, as you so delicately put it, is not really an activity to be undertaken whilst driving a car. There is probably a law against it. Your mum would not have pushed my hand onto her fanny whilst we were out driving.”
“She might. You would have fingered her and you would have got hard” As she said that she rubbed her hand across my groin and yes, I was hard, hard as fuck, no hiding it. “So what made you hard, touching me or thinking of my mum?”
“Neither, you don’t know men very well, we also get hard when we need to the loo, which is exactly where I shall be headed after I have dropped you off.”
“Liar liar pants on fire. You got hard thinking of fingering me. Putting your finger inside me, moving it in and out, feeling how wet I am, ready for your cock to slide inside me, to fuck me, fuck my fresh young cunt. Admit it. You want to fuck me, your cock already gave the answer away.”
“Henry. No. Sorry to burst your bubble, but no, I just need a piss.”
She rubbed her hand over my groin again and pulled my zip down, pushing her hand inside and grabbed my cock. I have to be honest, yes, I could have stopped her. In fact I should have pulled over and told her to get out of the car. What I did do was pull into the Asda car park which was right by us and park away from all the other cars and let her do what she wanted. She undid my trousers and was able to pull my cock free. It was wrong. It felt so good, but it was wrong. She started to wank me, so she knew what to do.
“Don’t do that.”
“Why not, you obviously like it.”
“Because what happens is not something I can control. There will be a mess. Stop it. Please.”
She didn’t stop. She used her other hand to pull her skirt up and expose her fanny, freshly shaved, her inner lips glistening where they poked out. Jesus that was a sight for sore eyes.
“Don’t Henry.”
“I will stop if you finger me”
“Jesus Henry I can’t finger you in Asda’s car park.”
“Why not? I have your cock in my hand in Asda car park and if I don’t stop apparently you are going to make a mess.”
Practically, she was obviously inexperienced. If I started fingering her I could get lost in the moment and ejaculate, but I was not going to let it get that far. I held her hand and stopped her wanking me. “Not here. Put your fanny away and let me put my cock away.”
“So where then? Where will you finger me whilst I get your cock to make a mess? Where. My bedroom? Your bedroom? The one you share with your wife? Where”
I managed to do my trousers back up despite my raging boner. Christ how had I gotten myself into this mess? She was unstable and driven by hormones and that made her unpredictable.
“I took a photo of your cock, so at least I have that to look at now. I might even send it to my mum, she might want to shag you when she sees it.” She turned her phone towards me, there was a picture of my undone trousers and my cock standing proud. Jesus.
“So where and when?”
“Christ I don’t know, it’s all wrong.”
“Is your wife at home tomorrow?”
“Yes, her office is temporarily closed she is working from home.”
“Mum is at work, so you will have to come to me then.”
“I can’t just leave the house without a valid reason.”
“Your problem. 09.30 at mine”
“I can’t, she would see the car at your house.”
“Your problem. 09.30 at mine”
Jools was still in a bit of a mood and so I retired to the other room and gave some thought to what I was going to do. I could not let that girl get the better of me and have something over me. I went back to Jools.
“I have a problem.”
“Oh, what?”
“It is serious.”
“How serious?”
“Very. You know that girl up the road, I gave her a lift home earlier.”
“So?”
“We were stuck in traffic, and I know this sounds ridiculous, and she grabbed my hand and stuck it up her skirt, and then before I knew what was happening she pulled my zip down and grabbed my cock.”
“Oh come on, really?”
“Yes, it was one of those I can’t believe this is happening moments.”
“Well, what is the problem? You didn’t fuck her I assume?”
“No, of course not. I pulled my hand away from her as soon as I realised what she had done, and then pulled her hand off me. Thing is my cock was semi hard because I needed a wee.”
“I can’t believe you. You are the only man in the world that this could happen to.”
“She has told me that I have to go to hers tomorrow and shag her otherwise she is going to tell everyone I forced myself on her.”
“You fucking twat.”
“What do I do?”
“Have you got anything on her?”
“Well, sort of.”
“What?”
“She sent me a nude photo of her mum that her mum doesn’t know she took.”
“I know I am going to regret asking this, why the fuck is she sending you nude photo’s of her mother?”
“It’s a long story, needless to say I have done nothing with it and didn’t want it. So I suppose I could threaten to tell her mum if she doesn’t back off?”
“No. That is not going to work, not coming from you. Send me the photo, I shall go and see her mum and have a chat. You, you never let yourself be alone with that girl ever again. You do not text her or speak to her.”
Shame really, I guess I shall now not get proper ‘knowledge’ of her Henry’s mum. At least this should get her off my back. Jools thinks she knows that I wouldn’t have done anything, and that I am just unfortunate. This is because I am careful enough to tell her stuff that makes me look stupid, in her eyes, but with enough truth that I have deniability of anything worse. Jools knows that nothing could have happened otherwise I wouldn’t be saying anything, she thinks I would try and cover it up, if there was anything to cover up. Which of course there is, but Jools doesn’t know that, and with the version of the truth I gave her, it doesn’t matter what Henry says, it will just not sound ‘right’ to Jools’ ears.
Crisis averted.
I was sipping a single malt when Jools came back. “Sorted.”
“How?” I asked.
“It seems your little friend has a bit of a history of this. Just don’t ever find yourself alone with her, and block her number on your phone. Her mother, Lena, who is rather nice, is mortified at the photo and that you have seen her naked. I assured her that you have deleted the picture. You have deleted it, haven’t you?”
‘No. Because it has the meta data that shows who sent it, and so that would be my defence. I would rather hang on to it, just in case, but I will put it in archive. And before you ask, no, I have not been ogling it.”
“Hhmm. Okay, but if I ever find you have looked at that picture then I shall have your balls as earrings.”
“Okay, okay.”
“You can be a stupid sod, you really can. God knows how you have lived this long.”
‘Well,’ I thought, ‘that is because you don’t know, nor will ever know, what I really get up to.’
