A word from Jayne.
This is a long story with numerous characters and storylines. For continuity, it's recommended that it's read in chronological order but each part is also a standalone erotic adventure. So, whichever way you read it, I hope you enjoy my world and feel free to leave a comment; I promise to read every one.
Love
Jayne.
HER.
The love bite marks on my breasts took longer to go away than did the redness on my bum cheeks. That meant I had to postpone the posing a further few days. That pissed off Max quite a bit and he said over the phone, "You might have to pay a big cancellation fee for that Marie," to which I replied, "Such as?"
"Well, Mrs Max is away visiting her sister for a week or so and I have time on my hands, so I am sure I can think of something."
"You should be so lucky," I cracked back.
Whilst sitting around waiting for Mickey's trophy marks to disappear and being very aware that he would be back in two weeks, possibly leaving more, I thought about James quite a lot. I was missing him and missing making love with him. He and Mickey were like chalk and cheese with their approach to sex, and I was beginning to realise that I preferred the gentler, more affectionate lovemaking of James. I decided to try patching things up, so I emailed him with:
'Hi Grandad, how's it going? I hope you're well and enjoying life. I would love to chat with you, but understand that you may not wish to. Hence, the email rather than a call. If you would like us to chat, please either call me or reply to this.
Thanks and love,
Jay x'
HIM.
I could hardly believe that after the month or so since I heard from you, I got an email from you, and my heart pounded when I saw that you wanted to chat. But what did it mean, and more importantly, did I want to? I was still pissed off at the way you'd dumped me, but as I sat sipping a single malt Glenfiddich in my garden, looking at the lawn where we'd had sex one evening, I felt my cock hardening. I poured another drink and the smooth, lovely Scotch helped me reach a decision. Of course, I wanted to see you, what middle aged man wouldn't? And who could resist the opportunity to resume an affair with a twenty-five-year-old beauty like Jayne? Okay, I recognised, she'd been a bit of a bitch at the way she'd dumped me, but then that was probably the way of the young, whose world and behaviour I knew little about and didn't pretend to understand. I called you and you were just like you'd always been in the past.
"Well if you're up overnight, you're welcome to stay here," I told you, adding with a wry laugh, "Whichever bedroom you sleep in," adding "Shall I meet you off the train?"
HER.
Almost as an afterthought, as it was so long since I had done it, I went to the toilet and took my bra off as the train was pulling out of Sheffield station with about an hour to go to Leeds. It was just like old times when you hugged me and ran your hand up and down my back, obviously noting the lack of a bra strap. We went to your house, but unlike old times we didn't have sex right away. Instead, we had a cup of tea and chatted, agreeing after an hour or so resume the affair. And then we did have sex and it was as lovely as it had always been.
"So how did it go?" was the first question you asked when the cab dropped me off at your house after the shoot.
"It was fine, a bit scary but it was ok."
"You ok to talk about it?" you asked, obviously a little wary after my outburst last time.
"Why, do you want to hear all the steamy details?" I grinned, kissing you softly on the lips.
"If you're happy to tell me, yes I am."
"Okay, well the first detail which was a bit of a, no, a big, shock was that Max took the photos and shot the video."
"No other photographers?"
"No, just him, the spoils are his property to do with as he wishes."
"And any idea of his wishes?"
"Well, so he tells me, mainly sales in the Middle East to sites that can only be watched out there."
"Any idea of their names?"
"No, not a clue, but he promises that I won't see my tits all over page 3 of The Sun."
"Well that's good, I suppose, but a bit of a shame."
"What, my tits not being in the paper?" I quipped.
"No, silly me. Not being able see the video on a website."
"Want me to ask Max if I can have or borrow a copy?"
"Yes that'd be great, so come on, what happened?"
"It was just me and a rather gorgeous hunk of a model."
"Oh I see," you said, sounding rather despondent. "Did you know that?"
"Yes, but I thought there would some others there, photographers, like there have been on a couple of other shoots I have done for him."
"Shall we have some wine Jay, it's quite early."
"Yes that would be lovely," I said, following you into the dimly lit conservatory where you'd photographed me and we'd had sex a couple of times.