Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.
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This is a further story in my 'do' series, it stands alone, but reading the others first will give you some background. For those that asked, a 'do' in Britain is a family gathering or function, usually quite grand.
An invitation arrived in the post, one of Naomi's uncle's had passed unexpectedly, he wasn't that old but had an unknown heart condition, and we were invited to a 'Deathly Do' down at Hampshire Hall hotel in the New Forest. 'NO BLACK' the invitation said, it was apparently a celebration of his life, not a morning for his loss.
We decided to go down for two nights. The Do was on a Saturday, so we booked the hotel for Friday and Saturday night. We also decided to go by train as it was quite a journey from Yorkshire. Stephanie, Naomi's mum, was going to travel with us and would meet us at Leeds station, our embarkation point, we could easily have shared an Uber, but no, she said she had things to do and would meet is in Leeds.
We showered and as I was getting my clothes ready for the suitcase Naomi pushed me onto the bed.
"You don't think you are going to flaunt your naked body and then leave me hanging for twelve hours whilst we travel with my mum, do you?" She said as she straddled my body, my dick hardening at the speed of light and sliding inside her hot and wet fanny like a rat up a drainpipe.
Oh goodness that felt so good, we had shagged last night, but I love being inside her so much that I cannot conceive of a situation where I would turn down a shag. She rocked back and forth on me, my dick sliding easily inside her, my foreskin rolling and unrolling, my sensitive glans uncovered at full penetration, covered and hidden as my dick almost exited.
I could feel the heat of her fanny on my glans, and little jolts of pure pleasure as I bumped against the depth of her. Her boobs jostled in my face just too far away for me to grab her nipples with my teeth. Naomi was grinding hard on me, her fanny crease opening and spreading over me as she strove to get my dick inside her as deep as she could. I could feel the pressure grow inside me, my root spasming inside with small sharp pains, my balls tightening, I was close.
"Aargh" Naomi screamed in my face, her fanny squeezing my dick tightly, wringing it like a flannel, and my dick reacted, spurting, ejaculating, filling her womb with my seed, my gasps joining hers to echo around the room. Naomi slumped down and lay on me, gulping in air as she recovered from her orgasm.
"Shit, now I need another shower and a douche," she said pulling away, my dick leaving her with a plop sound and a dollop of my sperms falling and landing in my crotch. I looked down.
"Me too," I laughed reaching for a tissue from the side of the bed, it would at least mop up whilst I waited my turn in the shower.
The Uber to the station was uneventful, boring because of the traffic, made worse by the unending roadworks, and Leeds centre by the station was at a virtual standstill because of all the town centre remodelling of the roads. Completely unnecessary in my view, but then I am not an unelected town planner trying to justify my overinflated salary.
We met Stephanie in the concourse, each of us towing our cases on wheels we made our way to the platform for our train. We found our First Class carriage and made our way to our reserved seats to find a man sat in them.
"Excuse me," I said, "but we reserved these seats, can I ask you to move."
"Fuck off," he said, "I am here, go and find another seat."
Oh, like that was it. I saw a bag on the seat next to him, I reached down and grabbed it.
"What the fuck?" he shouted.
"Your bag I assume, I am just going to take it and drop it on the platform, it is sitting on my seat and I have no doubt hasn't paid for the seat."
The man got up, his face red and angry, his fist clenched.
"Oh, if you are thinking of hitting me, note that there is CCTV in the carriage and the British Transport Police abhor violence and will prosecute you, probably a custodial sentence, and you will also be barred from British trains for life." I headed down the carriage and was grabbed by the shoulder.
"Have your fucking seat tosser, give me my bag."
I dropped his bag on the floor in front of me and stepped into an empty seat to allow him to pass me. He barged past and I smiled nicely and went back to our seats. We had booked three of the seats around a table. Naomi and I would face the direction of travel, Stephanie was the other side of the table. I put our bags on the overhead and settled down to await departure.
First class was only a few pounds each more than standard class, but gave us slightly more room, slightly more recline and in car service, drinks, snacks etc. Just easier. It was two and a half hours to Kings cross, a tube to Waterloo and then an hour and a half to Brockenhurst where we would get a taxi to the hotel. Five hours travelling with someone else having the stress of driving, was preferable to probably eight or more hours of Naomi battling traffic and roadworks. It was a no brainer to us, and yes, we could have found other seats on the train, but that wasn't the point. We had reserved those specific seats as they fitted our personal needs. If push had come to physical shove then Naomi would have gone and got the carriage steward and he would have dealt with it, probably by getting the police.
Everyone settled, the buzz of chatter died down and the train pulled out of the station. Shortly after the steward appeared and we gave our orders for drinks and food. We all opted for the Lamb Rogan Josh and glasses of red wine. The choice wasn't great, but it was better than a sandwich and crisps and railway tea.
We chatted about nothing, I hardly knew the late departed Uncle Gordon, Stephanie said she saw him last year at a do, and Naomi couldn't remember seeing him much since she was a child.
"But," Stephanie said, "It'll be a chance to catch up family, some of which we won't have seen for years."
She was right, most of the family lived in and around Yorkshire, Uncle Gordon and his wife Amelia had moved down to the New Forest some years ago and were but a small part of the far flung extended family.
The food arrived and at least it was hot. It was mild as Rogan Josh goes, but then I guess they are catering for a wide audience. The only other main on offer was a nut roast vegetarian meal, so, not a huge choice, a bit like on an aeroplane really, captive audience, you get a limited choice. It was fine. The wine was a bit awful to be honest, but then, this was a train, not a fine dining restaurant, and it did the job.
The jaunt across London to get to Waterloo was fiddly, run to Euston Underground and then tube to Waterloo, and then onto the local service to Brockenhurst. This was a local commuter style train, no first class and no reserved seats. We did find seats together and we settled down for the ninety minutes to Brockenhurst. Nothing like as comfortable as the LNER from Leeds, but it did the job and at Brockenhurst we tumbled into a taxi for the thirty minutes car journey to the hotel.
Naomi and I had a suite, Stephanie a double. They did manage to get us on the same floor. When we booked, we had been offered a family room which would have accommodated us all, but I was firmly against that idea, Naomi and I do like our alone time, and having Mother in Law in the same space was not us being alone.
We spent fifteen minutes or so unpacking and freshening up and we headed down to the bar. Geoff and Betty were sat having a drink with Geraldine and we went across and joined them, I got Naomi a G&T and I and a rum and coke, everyone else was sorted so it was just a quick visit to the bar, the bartender took the order and said he would bring them over. I gave him our room number for charging.
Stephanie joined us a few moments later and we shuffled around and I ended up between Geraldine and Stephanie, Naomi further around and Betty opposite me. Geraldine put her hand on my knee.
"Still not available then," she said softly, her hand moving higher up my leg.
"Still married Ger, still married."
"Happily?"
