large value meal as the the chat and banter continued, but I managed to turn the subject away from me and onto him. I enjoyed hearing about his life and his friends, whilst being acutely aware that he was actually helping me to forget my own problems, as he was like a strange tonic that was helping me forget my recent loss.
After the meal we went to the arcade that I used to work in 4 years previously, and lost ourselves, was we indulged in playing on the 2p machines. Jamie kindly changed a £10 note, so we could spend a good hour in there in a vain attempt at winning some of their naff prizes. Leaving us laughing, hugging and celebrating loudly like a couple of teenagers when the prizes eventually dropped out! By the time we left we'd won 6 fluffy key rings and a Manchester United pen. Wow!
Afterwards, we headed off to the seafront and sat in a nearby bar, with a couple of drinks. I continued to feel relaxed in his company and I was pleased to feel that there was still no sexual undertone to our day, and also, most importantly I had really started to forget about John, my ex-fiancée as we chatted freely about how Jamie loved his pimped up car. He also shared how he got kicked out of college several months ago, and also about his job worries, now that he's only left with a part time evening job. Above all though, I noted that he had ambitious dreams to make it big, despite being only 20 – and I quite liked that. We left that bar after nearly 2 hours and then decided to pop into Yates's Wine Bar on the way back into town, where against my better judgement, Jamie managed to encourage me to have a couple more drinks with him, before we naturally both headed back to my place.
***
Once inside, I put the heating on and asked him if he wanted to stay for a bit and watch a DVD with me, it was getting on for 8 o'clock, but he certainly seemed to be still keen to spend time with me so I was pleased, as the last thing that I wanted was to be left all alone on a Sunday night once again. I put a disc from my ' Lost' boxed-set on and it just seemed perfectly harmless that I lay on him as we watched episode one, as were both equally gripped by the drama depicting all of those beautiful people stranded on a deserted island!
Episode two must've already started before his hands started to wander, they had been placed on my tummy over my pink lounge suit for ages, but at the beginning of episode three, and with the evening drawing to a close, his hands had gradually started to creep further into my pink top. Without uttering a word, he gently smoothed my taught belly, before gradually working his and up, further inside my body-warmed top. Finally, his hand make contact with my right breast, caressing it through the thankful protection of my La Senza bra. Without a murmur of compliant from me, he explored the curved and swollen shape of me through my bra, throughout the first half of the episode. Then, as the episode began to move towards it's cliffhanging ending, he dared to move his hand downwards, easing it under the elasticated waist band of my velour bottoms, in-order to gently caress the top of my pubic bone. I could have said 'Stop', and I probably should have done, but instead, I was like a cat that had become addicted to the gentle touch of a stranger, as I just couldn't get enough. Without saying a word, I parted my legs just slightly, to show him that I wasn't entirely against the idea of him touching me, as long as it was through my plain and comfortable knickers. I was also quite aware, that it wouldn't be right to stop him, after keeping me company all afternoon, and showing such a wonderful time, whilst enjoying the simpler things in life.
More paramount than anything though, he'd enabled me to forget, even if it was just for this one day , and I would be eternally thankful for that small mercy. We still hadn't even discussed what had happened on the previous evening in my hallway, but I guessed that we didn't have to;
After the meal we went to the arcade that I used to work in 4 years previously, and lost ourselves, was we indulged in playing on the 2p machines. Jamie kindly changed a £10 note, so we could spend a good hour in there in a vain attempt at winning some of their naff prizes. Leaving us laughing, hugging and celebrating loudly like a couple of teenagers when the prizes eventually dropped out! By the time we left we'd won 6 fluffy key rings and a Manchester United pen. Wow!
Afterwards, we headed off to the seafront and sat in a nearby bar, with a couple of drinks. I continued to feel relaxed in his company and I was pleased to feel that there was still no sexual undertone to our day, and also, most importantly I had really started to forget about John, my ex-fiancée as we chatted freely about how Jamie loved his pimped up car. He also shared how he got kicked out of college several months ago, and also about his job worries, now that he's only left with a part time evening job. Above all though, I noted that he had ambitious dreams to make it big, despite being only 20 – and I quite liked that. We left that bar after nearly 2 hours and then decided to pop into Yates's Wine Bar on the way back into town, where against my better judgement, Jamie managed to encourage me to have a couple more drinks with him, before we naturally both headed back to my place.
***
Once inside, I put the heating on and asked him if he wanted to stay for a bit and watch a DVD with me, it was getting on for 8 o'clock, but he certainly seemed to be still keen to spend time with me so I was pleased, as the last thing that I wanted was to be left all alone on a Sunday night once again. I put a disc from my ' Lost' boxed-set on and it just seemed perfectly harmless that I lay on him as we watched episode one, as were both equally gripped by the drama depicting all of those beautiful people stranded on a deserted island!
Episode two must've already started before his hands started to wander, they had been placed on my tummy over my pink lounge suit for ages, but at the beginning of episode three, and with the evening drawing to a close, his hands had gradually started to creep further into my pink top. Without uttering a word, he gently smoothed my taught belly, before gradually working his and up, further inside my body-warmed top. Finally, his hand make contact with my right breast, caressing it through the thankful protection of my La Senza bra. Without a murmur of compliant from me, he explored the curved and swollen shape of me through my bra, throughout the first half of the episode. Then, as the episode began to move towards it's cliffhanging ending, he dared to move his hand downwards, easing it under the elasticated waist band of my velour bottoms, in-order to gently caress the top of my pubic bone. I could have said 'Stop', and I probably should have done, but instead, I was like a cat that had become addicted to the gentle touch of a stranger, as I just couldn't get enough. Without saying a word, I parted my legs just slightly, to show him that I wasn't entirely against the idea of him touching me, as long as it was through my plain and comfortable knickers. I was also quite aware, that it wouldn't be right to stop him, after keeping me company all afternoon, and showing such a wonderful time, whilst enjoying the simpler things in life.
More paramount than anything though, he'd enabled me to forget, even if it was just for this one day , and I would be eternally thankful for that small mercy. We still hadn't even discussed what had happened on the previous evening in my hallway, but I guessed that we didn't have to;
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