For Stephen Sheppard, the raucous noise of the visiting fair was the exact antidote he needed to lift his mood. Three hours of checking final exam papers had left him in a contemplative 'What if...?' kind of mood, but he had learned from past experience when to stop himself before descending into trying to understand why his ex-wife had left him and reaching for the whisky bottle. His face broke into a rare smile as a young child, screaming with delight, ran past him carrying a pink ball of sugary delight so big that it blocked his line of vision.
There was a cacophony of screams to his left as a bumper car in which four girls were riding came into a head on collision with another car filled with boys. He recognised one of the well-built, massive nippled, bra-less girls from one of his classes as being one of the many who were blatantly sexually active, and there was no doubt in his mind that she would have somebody lined up before the night was out. He also wondered how many of the cars' other occupants would also get laid that night, something that he himself had not managed to do for more than a year. He had even reached the stage of fantasizing of what he would like to do it with some of the girls he taught, (especially the bra-less one), but that had only lead to further frustration and then masturbation, a poor substitute for the fantasies that had brought about his aroused state.
It was then that he saw it. It was nothing more than large square box on wheels with a tatty banner above it that read 'Gerry's Floss', but it was surrounded by a jostling crowd fighting for preference in being served that sugary, sticky, tooth-damaging treat on a stick, that reminder of youth when the world was a fairer place and everything seemed possible.
He smiled again, but this time at his own self-indulgence as he joined the bustling crowd. On a constant guilt trip for his marriage not working, he was pleased with himself for allowing himself to enjoy something in life. It was then that he came face to face with her, a woman he had not thought about in years: his first sexual conquest.
It must have been almost twenty years since that night in the loft of the school gymnasium when they had both finished sore and bloody after 'doing it' three times in quick succession, yet deeply pleased with themselves that they had passed through that all important rite of passage. Now both were no longer virgins, could now hold their heads high and nod in a knowing way instead of blushing when their friends spoke about sex. Just seeing her stirred a heat in Steve's groin that he had not felt in a long time.
Until then busy talking to her friends, it was when she turned and saw him that her face blanched as though she had seen a ghost, the whole of her groin contracting as she also remembered that night, him pumping into her with her legs high over his shoulders...
'Steve?... Steve Sheppard?'
Lost for words at hearing her voice he just lamely nodded his head. Then, realising that she was feeling embarrassed in front of her friends by his silence, cleared his throat. 'Lyn Hughes! You are the last person I expected to run into, in...in a nice way of course! What are you doing here? I thought you had run away to the big city.'
Wishing to talk but unable to break away from her friends, Lyn threw him one of her smiles, the same kind of smile that had drove him crazy twenty years before. 'Look...I can't talk now, but are you free tomorrow lunchtime? Maybe we could meet for a coffee or something?'
'Something?' that was Lyn, master at the innuendo. Steve nodded his head and shouted, 'McDonald's, town centre.' grabbed his candyfloss as it was thrust into his hand, then, when he turned his head back in her direction, she was already lost in a swirl of bodies.
That night Steve went to bed early, leaving the exam papers just where they had been before he had walked out. He had been half-hard all the way home, and was fully hard even before he undressed, his erection anticipating what was in store. He had not felt this hard in ages...
Standing in front of the full-length wardrobe mirror, he fondled his testicles with one hand while the other searched out a nipple in the mat of hair that covered his chest. Lowering his eyes so that his face was out of his line of vision, he slowly began to pump his throbbing erection with one hard while squeezing a nipple with the other, all the while imagining what he was seeing belonged to someone other than himself.
He turned himself sideways, and in no time had small spurts of pre-cum dribbling down to his clenched hand, his meat now standing as rigid as a flagpole. My God he felt hard! and, looking down could see the results of a year-and-a-half of daily exercises with the penis enlarger, a good two inches in length and extra thickness.
Working both his hands in unison (one to pump his erection, one to squeeze his right nipple in time with his pumping hand), and his memory showing an accurate action-replay of what had happened with Lyne so long ago. He had just got to the part where he had come all over her flat belly and perky tits when his balls contracted violently into his scrotum.
He just had time to turn towards the mirrored wardrobe when his erection erupted sending a fountain of steaming sperm splattering, slithering down the reflected image in front of him. He had not come so much or stood so hard in ages...
Lyn had no such problem. Soaking wet by the time she got home, she left a trail of her clothes on the way to the bedroom, finally throwing herself naked onto the bed.
Wiping her left index finger between her saturated vaginal lips, she licked it clean with a groan. She had always liked her taste, ever since she had learned what juices were...
Rummaging in the top drawer of the bedside cabinet she withdrew her 'modern day survival tool', a nine-inch vibrator complete with pump-action head already fitted with a ribbed, Trojan condom. Raising her legs into the air she and without the ceremony of foreplay, slowly slid the whole length of the vibrator as deep inside her lubricated vagina as it would go and then turned the pump action onto 'high'.
The effect was immediate. Holding the head of the vibrator as hard as she could with her thighs, she could feel the ramming head of the tool pushing itself deeper and yet deeper inside her. Lyn was pleased that she lived alone as she groaned and whimpered out load for mercy from the huge man tearing her apart inside, the smell of her juices flooding the room. Then, just as she felt herself about to come, she pulled the vibrator half out of herself and rammed it back in as hard as she could in time with the pulsing head. Then she screamed out loud as the waves of her climax washed over her body, her senses scrambled, her muscles twitching like someone with an uncontrollable affliction, and, in her last second of logical thought, wondered if Steve would be able to make her feel the same way...
'Lecturer of English here, at Tees-side University.' he said in answer to her question, 'and you?'
She waited until they found two seats in the pedestrian mall before she answered. 'I'm the secretary to the works manager of a firm that publishes books and magazines.'
It was only then as Steve really looked at her that he noticed that she was dressed entirely in leather, some of it of so fine a grain that it looked like material. Skirt, waistcoat, jacket, overcoat, shoes, handbag, everything in the same tone of expensive hide and suddenly he felt cheap for dressing casually and for not taking her out to lunch. He hoped that she didn't feel the same way about him.
'Oh?' Steve asked as he gave up trying to stir his coffee with the plastic whisk. 'Anything interesting?'
'That depends,' she said as she skimmed her coffee cup lid expertly over the pavement between the passing pedestrians and into the rubbish bin, 'on whether you read pornography or not.'
