Its been a while but another fantasy for you all.
Bloody slut! I watched Janice leave with another random conquest. It had been a disappointing night that had finished before it had even started.
The local village train station was on a line with the city centre and airport. As a result, the local hotel was usually full as was the attached bar as they both offered a cheap alternative to city centre prices. We had stopped off for a drink on the way into town and the bitch had already pulled, leaving me alone. She had been the one to force me to come out tonight as well.
I downed the rest of my wine and was about to call it a night when I thought I recognised someone. I leaned forward as far as I could, on my barstool, trying to get a better look at the old guy sitting alone in the corner. It was him, many pounds heavier and less hair, but it was definitely him. I had given up hope of ever seeing him again as it had been so long.
He looked up from his pint and noticed me staring at him. I gave a big smile before turning back to my empty wine glass. I desperately wanted to speak to him but after all this time what would I say? I wondered if he would recognise me. I doubted it. It had been 7 years and I was no longer skinny awkward 12 year old Jessie. My teenage years had brought the usual changes and I had developed a trim 32-22-34 figure. As many people had told me, I did resemble my mum and unfortunately he would definitely remember her.
My mum was a bitch. I know its not nice but there is no other way of describing her. She was never there for me. The only good thing she ever did for me was bring Harry home. He had stayed longer than most of her blokes. He must have had the patience of a saint to put up with her for nearly 4 years. I don't know why as my mum treated him like shit. It was certainly a lot longer than my own father had stayed. I couldn't even remember him. Harry was always good to me though. Don't get me wrong, it was nothing creepy just what a parent should be like. We had family days out, he attended school events, remembered my birthday. More than my mum ever did that was for sure. I thought he was so handsome and so funny when I was young. He was very strict but at least he cared enough to be. My mum wouldn't have noticed if I never came home. Eventually though he caught my mum cheating and that was it. He left and I lost the only man I had ever respected because of that bitch. Harry though remained the yardstick that I measured my boyfriends against. All of whom to date had failed miserably
"Can I buy you a drink," came a deep familiar voice from behind me.
I turned in surprise, woken from my reminiscing. I was too surprised at seeing him for his question to fully register and I just sat their with a big smile on my lips.
"Harry," he said breaking the silence. He sat beside me and signalled the barman.
"Jessica," I replied a little disappointed that he obviously didn't recognise me.
"A beer and another for the lady," he told the barman.
He glanced down taking in my short dress which was exposing plenty of cleavage. I was dressed for a night out in town that thanks to Janice that was not going to happen. I was therefore a bit overdressed (or underdressed depending on how you looked at it) for a local pub.
He took a large drink of his beer.
He looked nervous as he leaned in to me and whispered, "so how much love."
A confused expression appeared on my face.
"A prostitute," I replied in disbelief. "You think I am a whore."I pulled my dress down my thighs, my face going bright red.
"Sorry," he replied looking embarrassed as he quickly got up.
Most guys would have got the contents of my wine glass over them for that remark. The outfit, heavy eye make up and three inch heels were out of place here and I was eager to talk to him so I grabbed his arm.
"Please don't go," I pleaded.
He settled himself back down looking a bit confused.
I needed to explain who I was and how I knew him. As I struggled to get the words out he cut me off.
"Sorry, not used to a beautiful woman half my age smiling at me without," he explained before quickly stopping himself saying anything more.
"You think I'm beautiful," I smiled. He thought I was beautiful not pretty but beautiful. That created a warm feeling in my chest and I decided to forgive him for the earlier insult.
"A stunner," he continued.
"Thank you," i replied. I was a sucker for a compliment.
"So do you like older men then?" he asked still trying to understand why a young girl was letting a 50 year old chat her up.
This was my chance to tell him. I was nervous incase he rejected me. My mum hurt him maybe he wouldn't want any reminders.
I looked down a little embarrassed and merely nodded. It wasn't a lie. I had always been attracted to older men, it just wasn't the whole truth.
"I'm very glad to hear that," he smiled as his hand moved onto my bare thigh next to my skirt. His hand was warm and a bit sweaty but felt comforting. I just smiled back at him.
We continued to make small talk. He was in town for a few days for some business conference. He lived down south, he was a regional manager now for his sales company. He was single; why had I asked that?
I hadn't realised how much I missed him. The smell of his old aftershave mixed with tobacco was comforting and brought back some happy memories. He could still tell a story, although they were a lot more risquΓ© than the ones he used to tell me. I can't remember the last time I had laughed so much. I did keep waiting for him to recognise me though but he said nothing. His gaze did keep dropping to my cleavage. I was used to it from men but it was still a bit unsettling for it to come from Harry.
The bar was beginning to empty and we were getting looks from the bar staff. The wine was catching up with me and I excused myself to go to the toilet. I started at myself in the bathroom mirror.
"You are going back in there to tell him now," I told myself. I couldn't put it off any longer.
I took a deep breath and made my way back to the bar and a little unsteadily hopped onto the bar stool. This was it! I took a deep breath and opened my mouth to tell him.
Before I could, he leaned in and kissed my open mouth. I was stunned and not sure how to react.
"Should we be doing this?"
"Was it wrong?"