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  The following day, Wednesday, soon came around in my seemingly uneventful week, and in between serving customers and making the occasional sale – I thought about Jamie, who I still hadn't heard from. Although I felt quite lovesick, I knew that I was probably, well actually, almost definitely on the rebound, and that I was (or had been) using Jamie, but I was also sure he was getting something out of all this too! If he was still interested in me, he was certainly still helping me to forget the good times that I'd had with my ex-fiancée and for me that was the only way I was ever going to recover from losing him after those happy couple of years together. I was also sure that without Jamie's insistence I would have never have removed that diamond ring, and dared to announce to the world that I was no longer engaged – in short, I had a lot to thank him for.

  Whilst I was opening the occasional savings account and doing home insurance quotes, all I could think about was Jamie, and his gorgeous big cock - but he still hadn't bothered to send me a simple text message, which increasingly made me worry that I'd let him sleep with me way too soon. It was every girl’s nightmare….

  Then, quite out of the blue, at 11am I went for a rare cigarette outside the back of the branch and Jamie suddenly appeared from around the corner on his BMX bike, dressed in a white puffa jacket and looking like someone from a teenage rebel movie. Despite his appearance I was pleased, as he stepped forward and gave me a discreet peck on the cheek and then asked what time I was due to have lunch. It was as though he thought that he had done nothing wrong, although I didn't question his absence, as I decided that the best thing to do, was to play it equally cool with him. As no one wants to date a desperate older girl.

  At 1pm, he met me, as agreed in 'The Winter Gardens' and noted that he had kindly bought me a sandwich from a local branch of 'Greggs' – the bakers. We sat and chatted for the full hour and agreed that he'd come over to see me at the flat later that night, so after two quiet nights, I'd have to be back to my energetic best, in readiness for his arrival. Talk about ‘No rest for the wicked!’ Needless to say, I more than made up for my quiet morning at the bank, as I finished up being the highest ranking sales girl for that day, and believe me that was a first time, for quite a long time.

  ***

  Once home from work, after my successful day at the office, I took a long and leisurely bath to relax, but couldn't help but to once again start to think about my money worries. I even briefly entertained the thought of considering doing a one-off escorting date, as deep down, I knew that I really need the money to help balance my books, with John, my Ex-Fiancée having clearly gone for good. But I tried to put that thought to the back of my mind, in readiness to meet Jamie and just have some fun – and I had a special treat lined up for him!

  Jamie arrived at mine at just after eight and I greeted him wearing a long leather three quarter length coat and kissed him, before closing the door behind him. I then walked him into my lounge and slowly undid the leather belt and let the coat swing open to reveal how I’d decided to dress for him for our evening. I watched the look on his face as he noted that I was wearing a fitted black lace corset, matching suspender belt, a pair of 5" platform high heels, black lace stockings and no knickers. My hair was painstakingly straightened and styled, and I was smothered in my favourite scent - 'Fantasy' by Britney Spears. He certainly seemed impressed and leant forwards to kiss me as his fingers led straight to the exposed V shape of bare flesh between my thighs, making immediate contact with my pussy. I was already moist after indulging in some rather naughty thoughts, whilst getting ready and planning for his arrival and he wasted no time in holding my slender arms high above my head and slipping his loosely fitted jeans and pants off down to his ankles.

  I kissed his back passionately and made a grab for him, as I began to stroke his semi-erect penis to it's full potential, as he motioned to press it desperately towards my wetness. The only problem was that despite my incredibly high heels, he was still just too tall, it just wasn't going to work with us both stood up. I had an idea though, and led him assertively towards the kitchen, took off my leather coat completely and pulled out two old biscuit tins from the cupboard, before managing to balance on them. So there I was, with my back towards him, and quite unlike a few days ago - offering myself to him, on a plate, as a willing sacrifice to his wanton twenty year old needs.

  He didn't need asking twice as he penetrated me swiftly with his bare, long, but thick cock, holding my slim hips by my suspender belt as I flicked my styled hair back at him for effect. He grabbed at my hair, steadying himself with it like it was a reign, designed to keep me under his control, as we began to find a natural rhythm. We were soon in full motion, with Jamie fucking me in his usual style, which was both rampant and deep - until he unexpectedly ejaculated deep inside me, after just a couple of minutes. I felt let down, especially after all the effort that I had made for him, but maybe it was my own fault, for choosing to dress up like this for his pleasure. Needless to say, there was no chance for me to get to my much needed point where I would've undoubtedly climaxed for him, but I knew from the weekend, that with Jamie there would always be plenty of other chances later in the evening!

  After a moment of rare awkwardness, we both cleaned ourselves up and I asked him if he liked my greeting and he smiled warmly as he lit up a Lambert and then passed me his cigarette to enjoy a rare drag.

  “You really shouldn't get me smoking, as I only have the occasional one – and I never normally smoke inside the flat.”

  “Fancy a pizza..?” he said, totally ignoring my comment about him smoking inside.

  “Oh, you’re such a charmer, but at least it's a step up from offering me a McDonald's!”

  ***

  We agreed to drive to Domino's Pizza so I said that I'd better get myself changed into something a little more respectable, but Jamie just laughed and insisted that I simply put the leather coat back on and went as I was, ‘Oh naughty...’ I thought, but then I laughed and thought, why the hell not – maybe it's time that I got myself back into living a little. I did manage to convince Jamie that I should put some knickers on though, as even I wasn't willing to be as daring as to sit in a restaurant without any knickers on, in just a leather jacket. Luckily though, he didn't have any plans for us to actually eat inside – so I need not have worried about my lack of underwear. Like being dragged back to my youth, we sat in his pimped up Vauxhall Corsa in the car park and greedily munched down our pizza. I hadn't had an appetite like I'd had for the last few days for a very long time, and concluded that it surely must be the overly-energetic sex was making me so ravenous, but then I needed the food in-order to replenish my depleted energy reserves, for later...

  After the pizza Jamie once again indicated that he was feeling very horny, probably from the slight glimpse of my black stocking clad thighs, that were peeking out of my long jacket. I couldn't honestly remember someone being quite so insatiable, not since my first boyfriend back in college. He duly reached under my coat to try his luck at having a cheeky fondle between my thighs, as he attempted to touch me beneath my sheer black knickers. Although I wasn't totally adverse to his approach, I felt that the car park was just too well lit, and so I flirtatiously suggested that if he wanted to try and have some kind of outdoors experience with me, then he'd better take me to the deserted and darkened beach-front car-park. Of course, he probably wouldn't remember that I'd once had sex there before, back when I was 18 and working in the arcade, or maybe he did – and that thought was actually spurring him on. No sooner had he finished taking in my idea, he'd started up the car and its embarrassingly loud sound system and raced off down the dual carriageway towards the beach-front car-park.

  ***

  We arrived to thankfully find it totally deserted and drove to the far end of the car-park, before we both hopped into the small back seat of his hatchback. I smiled knowingly at him, and removed my long leather coat, leaving me wearing just my corset, suspenders, knickers and heels.
Thus far into our budding relationship, Jamie had shown signs that he sometimes wasn't the biggest fan of foreplay, but this was one of those moments where the thrill of what we were about to do, and the novelty of our relationship made up for any lack of foreplay. I have to admit though, we were struggling a bit for room, but I managed to get myself positioned into a ‘doggy-style’ position with my hands pressed firmly against the rear side window, with the front seats folded forward to hopefully give him enough room to thrust back and forth.

  My black knickers were peeled down my thighs and hoisted over my high heels, and ripped off in what felt like an instant. He was clearly in no mood to romance me, as he had done on the weekend, he then unceremoniously spat on his fingers and gave me all the foreplay that I was going to get , whether I liked it or not. The pleasure of his touch was undeniably good though, as he set about roughly finger fucking me with not one, but two of his long slim fingers and then promptly swapped them for his short fat thumb, resourcefully using the rest of his hand to massage my swollen clitoris, and to hold me in place. To my surprise, and with my hot breath soon steaming up the glass in-front of my face, he soon had he squirming against the window as I begged him to impale me with his bare cock, by purring “Put me out of my misery, and just fuck me – Jamie...”

  He didn't need asking twice, as he effortlessly slid his impressive length into my womanly wetness, until he was balls deep – making me literally gasp at the feeling of being penetrated so swiftly. As per my previous thoughts, it was clear that I was no longer the dominant party in our relationship, as he grabbed me by my black suspender belt, in-order to steady himself as he rammed his young hard cock into me, like I was some cheap backstreet hooker. With my face being mercilessly pressed harder and harder into the condensation covered window as he gathered both pace and momentum, I began to feel quite uncomfortable, and eventually managed to urge him to stop. The feeling of his member inside me felt as good as the first time that we had slept together, but in the back of his tiny car, it just wasn't working for me, and I also didn't want to risk going to work the next morning with a bruised cheek!

  I therefore urged him to put the passenger seat totally flat and climbed into the front and lay on the flattened seat, with myself expectantly positioned on my back. I manoeuvred my left leg, so that it was high up on the window sill and spread widely, so that my right thigh was flung over the other side, resting on the steering wheel, as he eagerly climbed on-top of me. Finally, with me being far more comfortable, and wide open to his advances, he began to ravish me, fucking me through my widely parted thighs, with me finally in enough comfort to actually enjoy our car-park session.

  Eager to re-assert my dominance in this new relationship, and show him once more that I was actually not the kind of girl that he could just mess about with, I grabbed at his pert little buttocks and dug my manicured nails into them. In hindsight, I probably dug them into his flesh a little too cruelly, but it certainly resulted in the right outcome, as he howled helplessly in pain. Despite this though, he continued to thrust at me with even more conviction, building me up to being dangerously close to another overly-loud orgasm as he let out a cry of satisfaction as he began to empty himself into me. With him buried deeply inside me, and twitching powerfully, I soon joined him in an almost perfectly timed orgasm, whilst pulling him closer to me, by his sore buttocks as he delivered his potent seed.

  With the rare sight of seeing Jamie's youthful energy totally spent, he collapsed on-top of me, as it felt like I had finally managed to satisfy his seemingly insatiable sexual drive.

  We lay there, both feeling quite exhausted, but satisfied before we took a few minutes to sort ourselves out so that he could drive me back to the flat.

  ***

  Once there, he said that he wasn't going to come up, as he needed to get back home to his parents place. Although I was initially quite offended, once inside, I was actually slightly relieved as the last thing that I really needed on a mid-week night, was to be kept up all night by my young stud.

  Before he raced off though, I explained that I was going out with my girlfriends the following night for our weekly night out, so put it to him that maybe we could meet up, the following night on Friday at mine.

  “Of course…” he said, with a knowing laugh, showing that he still was ‘as keen as mustard’, unlike as I had begun to think. I kissed him goodnight, and as I did so, I again tried to re-assert my position as the dominant force in our relationship, by whispering “You know what. I think you actually enjoyed my finger nails dug deeply into your arse, didn't you?”

  “Yeah it was nice...but painful…” he replied rather sheepishly.

  “Oh, so you like the rough stuff then, do you..?” I retorted, laughing but on the inside really knowing that this simply wasn't me at all.

  He seemed quite perplexed by my 'rough stuff' comment, so I said “Well, you just wait until Friday night then 'big boy' and I’ll show you exactly what I mean…” and laughed naughtily, before nibbling his bottom lip firmly, and saying “See you at eight on Friday then...and don't you dare be late!”

  Chapter 7 – Passing My 'A' Levels

  I pitched up at work the day after my girls night out, and spent most of the morning dreaming about the night prior to my evening out, where I had laid in the front seat of Jamie's pimped up little car, and been unceremoniously ‘fucked', whilst wearing my corset and stockings, but that did little do help me get towards my monthly sales target! Don't get me wrong, I had a great night out with the girls, and the club was busier than usual with it being held on a Thursday night instead of a Wednesday, but throughout the night I frequently thought about Jamie – my secret new boyfriend. All of the girls noted that I was no longer wearing my engagement ring, and viewed this as a significant step forward for me. The problem was, that they then spent most of the rest of the evening trying to fix me up on a date with every half-witted man that looked over in our direction. I just couldn't tell them that I'd started seeing someone, because it was Jamie, Holly's younger brother's mate. It wasn't because I was ashamed of Jamie, I was just worried about how they would view my new relationship, as they desperately tried to fix me up with yet another guy in his mid-thirties.

  Needless to say that by the end of the night I was just glad to get safely back home to the flat, and to finally enjoy some 'me time' alone with one of my sex-toys.

  ***

  The morning at work, was hardly the most productive for me, then, to make things worse Jamie popped in (yet again) and hung around my desk, chatting to me, making me laugh and generally distracting me from looking after my customers needs, and generally just putting me off of my work. Unfortunately it wasn't just the customers and fellow staff members that had noticed my distraction.

  Unsurprisingly, at a little after 3pm, Brian – The Assistant Manager of the branch yet again called me into his office and asked what had happened to me over the coarse of the day.

  “I thought that I made my message quite clear when I had to pull you into my office last week Samantha?” he questioned in a more than menacing tone, as I noted that he had a newly acquired food stain to add to his collection on his well-worn tie.

  “But I've been doing better, sales wise, since we last had a chat, haven't I Brian?”

  “Well yes,” he conceded, before adding “but that was a couple of bright days, amongst many days where you've just spent your time sat at your desk chatting to the other staff, and then today - flirting with that young lad!”

  I had no answer to his observation, and I knew that from this point onwards, I just had to sit there and take everything that was coming to me, as he continued with “According to past reports, you used to be like a sales demon, closing every sale with bitter a determination...”

  Again, I offered no response, as I looked down at my hands.

  “So what an earth is going on Samantha?” he pleaded, trying to force some kind of reasonable explanation out of me.

  Finally I responded as I
said “I've just been through a lot lately at home, as I've split up with John...”

  He paused, before saying “Well I did notice that you're no longer wearing you engagement ring,” before he really stuck the knife in by saying “but it looks to me like your life is spiralling into a total melt down, so whatever happened to the sharply dressed girl that used to come into work early, ready to nail every possible sale?”

  I couldn't manage to muster a suitable response, as I knew that he was correct in his observations about me, as I bit my tongue to try to hold back the tears of self-pity that were welling up from deep within me.

  “I mean look at you, you look drained everyday, and suddenly you've got this young guy hanging round your desk for half of the working day, and even when he's not here - you seem to be in a dream world for most of the rest of the time?”

  Again, I had no answer, as I felt a tear well in my eye, before he finished with “So shape up or you'll be gone by Christmas, I'm sorry, but I've got to say something as the way you’re going, you're already halfway out the door I'm afraid!”

  God that was a shock, it was the harsh truth, but I didn’t want to hear it, but maybe that was what I needed.

  ***

  Early that evening I arrived home from work feeling incredibly low, I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, and noted that maybe Brian was right, I did look tired, especially around my eyes, my hair was no longer styled to perfection, and my make-up looked sloppy, at best. To make matters even worse, Claire had contacted me to say that she'd heard a rumour that before I split with my fiancée he had been seeing another woman, a married woman from the International Department, in Ireland! So, whilst he was supposedly working hard whilst away during all of those lonely weekdays, unbeknown to me, he was actually having the time of his life, by having an illicit affair with one of his colleagues’ behind my back!