Rye

Rye is a quintessentially English town on the south east coast of the country. Cobblestones, taken from the chalk cliffs a little further up the coast, line the wiggly streets which wend their way up and down the hill on which the town is situated. It is on the far southern edge of the mystical Romney Marsh, the flat sheep-rearing countryside with a long history of smugglers and pirates. The river is tidal in Rye, all the way to the town quay, and sea mist regularly rolls in and engulfs the town in autumn; rendering it a beauty all its own.

Rye was never a seaside resort though and so it has escaped the cheapening that happened elsewhere on the Kentish coast. This is a town of antique shops, tea rooms, a jazz festival and a grand hotel now faded with time. The well-off middle classes stroll the shops and young families indulge in ice creams.

Sarah wasn't quite sure how she ended up in Rye. An American student, long light brown hair, petite yoga-toned figure, someone who had learned to love her freckles; she took a job one summer while studying in London and, with no better options, found herself continuing to work in Rye when her art course ended. Her Dad had always criticised her choice of subject and she didn't want to admit defeat by moving home. So she stayed on in Rye, working in one of the larger up-market antique shops that are dotted throughout the town.

There was something about the place, odd and yet comforting, that suited her.

Rye was where she met Al. The first time was when he was Lycra-clad, a classic MAMIL road-warrior 47 year old cyclist stopping in one of the tea rooms for a coffee & cake on a Friday morning. He had clip-clopped into the tea room in his silly cycling shoes and she couldn't help but laugh out loud when he nearly slipped over on the tiles. She was taking her morning break in her usual haunt overlooking the small harbour, he weary and calorie-hungry from his ride. They struck up a brief conversation where he admitted his laughable appearance and she smiled teasingly.

A few weeks later he reappeared, this time in a suit, prowling through the antique shops on the hunt for a gift. He had wandered into her shop and it took a moment when he recognised her. He was a lot more endearing in the suit, slim but not strong, full headmif hair and bkue eyee. They chatted and she enquired about what he was after. There was an ease between them she couldn't quite explain, a spark of familiarity she hadn't had with anyone else in the town.

After that he began regularly visiting her shop. He always had a reason, an excuse, an errand, but after the third such visit she guessed his intentions. It was no accident that he kept reappearing, all smiles and easy manner. She began to look forward to it.

As autumn moved in, they grew friendly and then grew flirty.

The afternoons gradually darkened in the way they do that time of year. The town gradually closing in on itself. Wrought iron street lamps adding charm and magic to the town. Colours turning on the leaves in the trees, streets emptying of tourists, the life departing the town early in the day and a comforting sort of loneliness descending on Sarah as she walked the few minutes home from the shop in the evenings.

One evening, just before closing, she heard the front door bell tinkle as she was sorting some paperwork in the back. Coming through to the front shop she could see the warm orange glow of street lamps was muted by a light sea mist that had risen in the afternoon with the tide. Turning, she glanced up and realised that her visitor was Al.

"Good evening, stranger!" She smiled.

"Sarah, hi." He seemed nervous. "I had to come see you."

"We have some new pieces in, if you want to see them?"

"No. Not that. I had to see You, Sarah." He replied a little cryptically.

She smiled to herself, an admission of sorts. At last. She had often suspected, wondered, even dreamt of his building fascination with her.

"See me?" she asked, all innocent wide eyes.

"Yes! I, er..." he tailed off and turned away distractedly. "I'm not sure I should say anything. I yearn to. But."

She noticed he was fiddling with his wedding ring.

"I have been looking forward to seeing you, too." She said simply.

"You have become very important to me, Sarah." He dared a look in her direction "I have a deep crush on you. But I am too old and it is silly and all the rest." and for a horrifying miment she thiught he was about to leave.

She felt giddy. Finally, after such a build up, he was admitting the obvious. And she couldn't have been happier. She wasn't sure if it was the place or the tempo or the fact everyone else in the town was over 60, but she had also dreamt of this moment. Hoped.

She decided to take charge.

Walking up to gim, she pressed her finger to his lips, hushing him. Next, she crossed over to the shop door and flipped the sign to Closed. She locked it quickly and then pulled the blind down over the front window. It was a big blind, the winding mechanism loud in the silence of the late afternoon, it covered the front window imperfectly but lent the air of privacy.

Silently she then took his hand and led him over to the Chesterfield sofa that was half in the window. She had sat in the arm of it many times in his company, stroking and caressing the studded surface. She had hoped then that the eroticism implied was clear and she had decided early on in her fantasies that this was The Place.

She stood him in front of it and kissed him briefly on the mouth. He emitted a brief moan of surprise but soon kissed her back. Her finger hushed him again.

Gently, she pushed him into seated on the sofa. Standing before him in a thigh high mini skirt and white blouse, she felt a sudden rush of erotic power. He was perfectly turned out in a dark grey suit, shining shoes, an old fashioned non-smart watch, the dapper gentleman.

She suddenly wavered, unsure if she really should be seducing this chap in the window of the shop. She went over behind the till, to where she knew a bottle of cognac stood. She poured a measure in a handy antique crystal glass and sipped it. Then threw it back. Another measure she brought over to Al, who was silently mesmerised by the possibility of the moment.

She took the drink into her mouth and then leaned over him and kissed him, the strong alcohol flooding his mouth, a little running down his chin. As he swallowed gratefully, she couldn't help but lick the trickle from his lips.

"Sarah, " he started but she hushed him again.

The shop was dark behind the blind now. Mist seeping down the street, strengthening and thickening. Watery orange light weakly filled the shop, the blind subduing it even more. The contents were dark shapes in the dulcet tones of the shop. Not dusty as such but embowed with a similar vibration. Clocks and chair and art and vases artfully showcased together, now retreating into the background as the night came hence.

She kissed him again.

And again.

And again.

His mouth soft and lips mobile, her tongue teasing him and then he teasing back.

She was still standing over him, slim legs a short distant apart, him looking up adoringly. Both afraid to speak for fear of breaking the spell.

She stood up tall and smiled benevolently. And then her fingers began sliding down the hem of her blouse and she started undoing each white button. Slowly, knowingly, she looked down upon him with relish, as the blouse loosened, revealing that slim band of her torso to him.

Her long light brown hair over one shoulder, her small pert breasts rising and falling with her excited breath as she revealed herself to him. She risked a glance into his crotch and was pleased to see thag she was getting a reaction.

Emboldened with the power his lust gave her, she was fantastically happy that she hadn't worn a bra today. She knew he was eyeing up her chest and tummy, watching his eyes rove up and down her body. The blouse hanging open, framing a sliver of a hint of each breast and her slight tummy quivering as she breathed.

"Oh, Sarah." And he brought his hands to the backs of her knees and she nearly swooned.

Instead, she moved forward and knelt over him. Leaning down, her hair in his face and her simple gold cross necklace against his nose. She steadied herself on the back of the sofa and his face rose to meet her body and then her breasts were in his face and he kissed her skin, his lips warm and soft and gentle but his slight stubble scratchy and sharp and she let out a long low moan as he found a hard little brown nipple and kissed it for the first time.

His hands were still in the back of her knees, him clearly very happy for her to take the lead. He sucked her nipple more, tongue flicking the very end, and it grew very sensitive and she drew away, only to move her body and offer him the other one instead.

"They get very sensitive very quickly." she offered by way of explanation, although none was really necessary. He would happily have enjoyed anything she cared to offer. She held on to the back of the sofa for dear life, for dear if falling off, arms wither side of his head.

He tuned in to her body, and that comment, and began kissing all over her A cup tits, as much as he could with her blouse half in the way. Tongue swirling around her nipple, nuzzling underneath, licking above it and around and under and all over.

Her head was spinning, she adored breast play but could only take so much stimulation direct on her little brown nubs. Nobody else had ever understood this so intuitively. At this realisation, she felt a sudden rush of connection and sat down to kiss him deeply on the lips. Passionately kissing him, throwing her hair around, he slid his hands up her legs and gripped her buttocks.

She ground her hips against his lap, her clit yearning to find his erection but she was frustrated and could not get the angle. Too many clothes in the way, she quickly undid a couple of his buttons and her fingers slid inside his shirt and found his nipples and pinched one playfully. He grunted into her mouth as she did so, his hand sliding up inside her blouse against her spine.

His hands both slid round and up and cupped each of her small breasts easily in the palm of each hand. His thumb and forefinger forming a circle round her nipples, engulfing her sensitive breasts, and he pushed her away slightly but then dipped his head and was now intently licking each nipple in turn, not letting go of her breasts, taking her to the edge of sanity with intense exquisite sensitivity building in her nipples as he continued, it almost too much to bear, too sensitive, he switching between then just at the right moment, almost painful but not quite, right on the borderline and she squirmed as she couldn't take it but also didn't want it to stop and she cried out into the dark but held the back of his head firm until eventually she really couldn't and pushed away with a yelp and a sigh all rolled into one.

"Ohmygodthatwasunbearablydeliciousbuticannottakeanymore" the words spilled out of her uncontrollably.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." He said warmly. "Give me time and I think i can make you cum from your beautiful breasts alone."

"You almost did!"

They kissed again, slower but still with much emotion. His fingers tracing lightly up and down her spine, then lower onto her buttocks. He broke the kiss and brought her closer to him, his lips on her neck and behind her ear. She was gasping at this fluttering sensation then lifted her hips, which he seemed to sense as his fingers slipped inside the waistband of her white knickers and slid then down over her bum.

"Youre going to have to get off my lap to get those off!" he laughed.

She decided to have some more fun. She carefully stepped back off his lap and stood up. The shop and street were dark now. Mist and a slight glow from outside gave an ethereal air. like this wasn't really happening. Like he didnt really have a wedding ring on.

She stood with hard nipples showing through the white cotton of her blouse, turned, and then gave him a classic stripper tease by bending at the waist as she slid the knickers to her ankles. Short skirt riding up, he must have gotten an eyeful if her mons between her thighs. She heard a breathy "Ohh" and knew she had hit her target.

Discarding her knickers in the genwral direction of his face, she walked round to the arm of the Chesterfield in her heels. Her steps loud on the wooden floor of the shop in the still of the evening.

"I have wanted you to take me over the arm of this leather sofa ever since we first met." she said, and proceeded to bend over the arm, breasts hanging freely under her. As luck would have it, there was a gold-rimmed mirror right behind her and she caught his eyes flashing to it as he drank in what she was offering him.

He stood quickly and was behind her in a flash. His fly came undone quickly, she didn't see it happen, she braced herself against the sofa and next felt his hard cock nuzzling between her thighs.

"You sure?" he enquired.

"Are you?" she countered, and moved her hips back just enough that the head of him rubbed deliciously against her clit.

He didn't need any more encouragement. He thrust slowly into her, smoothly in one stroke. She hadn't been this wet for months, not even while fantasising about this very moment with her toy selection at home, not wver had she ever been so ready for him.

He began thrusting smoothly and beautifully, pinning her hips against the cold leather, leaning over her as she was prostrate beneath him, bent in half over the arm of the sofa, his left hand somehow finding its way under her to caress her nipple again. She turned her face so she could see something, looking out beneath the gap at the bottom of the blind as her pussy betrayed her and noisily squelched as his hard cock speared in and out of her.

She started whimpering in response to his more gutteral grunting. He was holding her hips now, hands firm and unyielding in a way that acted like magnets for all the erotic tension building between her legs. The movement of his cock thoroughly speared her, his hips forcefully pressing her rhythmically against the sofa, squishing her clit regularly against it. His cock was not long but was thick, and somehow they had found the perfect position as her pussy gobbled him up greedily, if noisily.

Her hair was splayed out above her on the sofa now, his fingers on her small tits again, she could feel he was pushing her through or over the sofa, lifting her feet slightly off the ground with each heady thrust.

"Mm. Mm. Mm."

"Yeah, Sarah. Christ." he responded.

Under the gap beneath the blind she could see cobblestones and then some shoes as someone walked past. She bit into her hand to stop from crying out, the realisation of the possibility of being caught turning her on immensely. She lay her hands out ling on the sofa, in a sort of yoga pose, utterly submitting to his passion, relaxing and giving in to the moment completely.

"Oh wow!" he managed.

All of a sudden, her orgasm was upon her. No build up, no warning, just a particulary deep thrust and her clit rubbed the sofa and his cock was deep inside her, and she was watching these feet walk past and she suddenly couldn't help it. It rose upnout of nowhere, and onslaught of erotic electricy fizzing between the hand on her hip and her nipples crushed against the leather and his never-ending cock so so deep inside her.

"Fuck!" she cried, high-pitched, her body spasming over the sofa, feet kicking up. Eyes rolling in her head, body uncontrollable, flopping and writhing, she floated off somewhere, only dimly aware of sensation as he continued to plough her sopping pussy, holding her hips hard against the sofa, his breath raw and urgent.

After a short while, she gradually recovered. Regained her senses, floated back down. He was still behind her, buried deep but softening.

"Sorry, I... did you cum?" she managed, looking over her shoulder at him.

"God Sarah, god yes I came!" he laughed, and hugged her tight from behind. "You drifted off though, i lost you for a bit."

"Yes." she blushed. Standing and turning to him, relishing the feel of him dribbling down her thigh.

"Let me help you with that." he said, and cast around for something suitable.

"Did you see those people who walked past?" he asked.

She nodded in response, reddening at the memory. "That put me over the edge. It was so hot."

"It was that. All of it was." and he stepped closer and kissed her softly, arms around her waist.

And they stood together in the dark.