This story continues on from "The Hitcher". In the Hitcher John (29 fit, toned with long brown hair) picked up Karen (43, athletic build, short blond hair) at a service station where she was hitching. Needless to say passions rose on the way to her destination. John is the principle character.
Karen sipped her coffee, she was sat wearing only her blue one piece. I smiled she hunched forward, hovering the cup over the coffee table. She noticed my smile.
"What are you smiling at?" She enquired.
"You, sat there in just your underwear. You sounded quite prim and proper in the car. You said you were waiting for the right man after your husband."
"I was," she smiled, "I guess you were the right man."
"But I guess not the last."
She didn't reply. She just gave a wicked smile and sipped her coffee.
"God, is that the time?" She looked at the clock on my bookcase and stood. "Can I borrow your shower?"
"Yeah, sure."
I thought to ask if I could join her, but she was already opening doors in my hallway trying to find the bathroom. I guess she was in a hurry.
When she was done she stepped out. The blue one-piece replaced by a white T-Shirt and tight fitting combat trousers. I offered her a lift to her sisters, which we found in the A-Z to be on the other side of Windsor to my flat. She agreed and I stepped passed her to take a quick shower myself.
On our way over I enquired about her sister. She was 17 years younger, and part of a large adopted family. So strictly speaking they weren't sisters. They both shared catholic parents, who weren't draconian, but drummed in stiff morals which most of their adoptive children held to. In total she had fifteen siblings, but Amy (her sister) was her favourite. When I asked why, she didn't say, instead she looked down sheepishly, into the foot-well before her.
Amy owned an uninspiring terraced house. The street was lined with resident only and pay-and-display spaces, it had been reduced to a single lane by the parking, so I parked in a space out of the way
"Would you like to come in for coffee?" She smiled and winked, "I'm sure Amy wouldn't mind."
"Okay", I said laughing slightly. I went to one of the parking meters and bought an hour ticket.
Karen stood at the door waiting for a reply as I wondered up behind her. Her small tight bottom pressed it's way through the combat material and I figured she was wearing a thong, but I wouldn't put it passed her to be wearing nothing. I was quickly realising that after all her years of a sexless marriage something had awoken in her. I was glad to be along for the ride.
The door swung open and a man stood in the entrance. Karen looked as if she was going to speak when a female face appeared under an armpit.
"Amy!" Karen smiled and opened her arms as the man stood aside.
"Karen!" Amy smiled briefly and gave her adoptive sister an uncomfortable looking hug.
"Amy, this is John. He gave me a lift from Bristol, straight to your door!" She gave me a knowing grin. "I offered him coffee, you won't disappoint will you?" Karen pulled Amy into her with the arm draped around her waist.
"Of course." Amy said somewhat disconcerted. "Karen, John, this is Alan."
"Hi." Said the man.
He was bout Karen's age, grey flecks in his hair. He sported a physique that said 'rower', although I guessed, like me, he probably visited the local gym. I shook his hand, it wasn't firm, but attained a good grip.
Amy led the way into the living room, through which the kitchen could be seen, dark and containing two sets of dishes. I figured Alan was probably Amy's boyfriend. Which was a shame, as although I was quite satisfied after my afternoon with Karen, I would find it hard to turn Amy down.
Amy had blonde hair, unlike Karen it was natural and settled nicely between her shoulders. She sported a curvy figure, probably a large 14 or small 16, but she had a very sexy midriff that seemed artificially sucked in, all in all a very hour glass figure. I couldn't guess at a bra size, I'd never gone out with a girl with breasts as big. I was going to enjoy this coffee, if for no better reason than the view. Karen, as before, wasn't wearing a bra. Her small breasts sporting dark hard nipples, which were faintly visible through the white of her T-Shirt. I made a mental note not to stare too long…
Conversation started easily with the journey Karen took across the country, the different people she received lifts from culminating in me. I felt slightly disappointed with the little said about our part together, but I guess she didn't want to mention too much, as Amy seemed a little prudish. Amy, despite her lovely figure, hid under flowing browns; a long suede skirt disappeared under her loose fitting brown silk shirt. She barely spoke during our conversation.
"I need to leave." I announced just as Alan appeared at the kitchen door with a bottle of wine.
"Oh, do stay for a glass or two. The evening is still early." He implored.
We discovered quite a lot in common despite the age gap. We even went to the same university. Even though 15 years separated our time there, some of the same dusty old professors were still in residence.
"I have a car parked outside." I pointed out.
"Oh, they're quite tight around here. The traffic wardens that is." Amy said looking to Alan and then Karen.
That confirmed my suspicions that this was some sort of set up, to get Karen and Alan together. Alan had mentioned the dinner invite Amy had made, but she didn't mention Karen coming around. I'm sure Karen wouldn't turn Alan down, but it wouldn't be anything lasting as I think Amy hoped.
