Across The Sea

Carl sat on the bench on the seafront moodily eating a Flake 99 as a grey front rolled over the crashing waves towards him. He had just enough self-respect left to take care to lick the errant strands of ice cream from the damp cone so they didn't blob on his new suit, but only just.

It felt like it was going to rain. He wasn't sure he cared. It would be better than going home to Sarah at any rate. He looked out over the grey sea. Part of him wondered about striding out into it and just letting it take him, like the man in that old sitcom. But he knew he was only being self-indulgently melodramatic. So instead he just sat there on the sea wall and ate his ice cream looking blankly over the waves.

A pretty young woman walked by in front of him and rested on the railings staring out to sea. In her own way, her clothes were as inappropriate to the day as Carl's were. A skimpy little dress with a very short skirt. From the straps on her bare shoulders, it looked like she wasn't even wearing a bra. It was May he supposed, even if the weather didn't seem to have caught up to that fact. She didn't seem at all bothered by the cold damp breeze and just pushed her dark brown hair out of her eyes to look out over the sea.

As she leaned over the railings she stuck her bottom out to balance herself. Carl couldn't help noticing the way her short skirt rode up to show the underside of her smooth round bottom. As dejected as he was, he couldn't help admiring the view. He tried to capture it in his memory so he could think about it tonight as he got himself off before bed.

Except that probably wouldn't happen. He would no doubt have a raging row with Sarah tonight when he got home and gave her the news. Even the rather pathetic pleasure of a cheeky wank thinking about a pretty girl's arse was probably too much to hope for in the circumstances. He stared dejectedly out to sea again.

"Cheer up, bossman. It might never happen."

The girl had turned round to look at him. Christ, she was beautiful. Tall, brunette, dark eyes, red lips, long, lithe legs, ripe, perky tits under her skimpy dress. It was a wonder she'd even bother addressing someone like him, not that he kidded himself she'd be interested in a middle aged failure like him.

"Too late," he replied ruefully. "It already has."

"That's too bad," she said, sitting down on the bench next to him. The wind kept blowing her shoulder length hair in her face. Carl had to concentrate very hard on not staring down her top.

"What happened?"

"I've been fired. Made redundant."

"That's too bad. Can I have a lick of your ice-cream?"

Carl held out the melting cone towards her and hungrily watched her red tongue slide over the melting blob of ice cream.

"What was your job?"

"Estate agent. I wasn't very good to be fair. Numbers not what they should have been. They said they had to let me go."

"Fuck 'em. They sound like a bunch of cunts," she shrugged unconcernedly.

Despite himself, he gave a little laugh.

"Yes. Yes, they are."

"Can I have another lick?"

He handed it to her, "You can finish it."

"Ah, thanks, bossman."

Her fingers brushed his as he passed her the cone. She didn't seem to notice but he felt a jolt go through him all the way down to his groin.

"I'm Staci, by the way."

She held up her hand, slightly sticky with ice cream, for him to shake, which he did gladly.

"I'm Carl. Pleased to meet you."

"Pleased to meet you too Carl," she said as she demolished the rest of his ice cream.

"You look hungry. Can I buy you a fish and chips or something?"

She looked at him suspiciously, then just looked out to sea.

"If you like. Scampi, lots of salt and vinegar. Mayo on the chips."

"Coming right up."

He got up but she just kept sitting on the bench, looking nonchalantly out at the grey sea. The threatened rain never quite materialised.

"I'll, umm, I'll be right back."

She said nothing and just kept looking out over the waves. Feeling unsure of himself, he turned his back to her and the sea and crossed the road to the nearby chippie. He kept looking back to see if she had left but she hadn't, she just kept sitting and staring.

He tried to tell himself that he was just doing a good deed, that his decision to offer her a meal had nothing to do with her dark eyes, round arse and firm tits, but he knew it wasn't true.

Staci was still there when he got back. It didn't look like she'd moved, except that she had her thin arms wrapped around her for warmth.

"Ah cheers, bossman. You're a gent."

She smiled warmly up at him as he handed her the piping hot paper packet and he sat down next to her.

For a while they just sat side by side eating their food in silence and looking out to sea. Staci tore into hers with real hunger. He wondered when she'd last eaten.

Unexpectedly, something shifted in the upper atmosphere and the grey clouds started to turn to shreds in front of them. Patches of blue sky appeared until a watery sun became visible and the waves started to glitter beneath it.

Carl didn't think fish and chips had ever tasted so good. He didn't even feel the need to glance over and keep checking her out, it was enough to know she was there.

Staci finished first, so he silently passed the remnants of his bag of chips to her. She smiled cheekily at him but didn't demur. He couldn't believe how cute she looked stuffing her face.

Finally she'd eaten his chips as well as her own and he took both their chip papers and threw them in a nearby bin, leaving her to suck the grease off her long fingers.

It was just gone five o'clock. Sarah would be expecting him home soon. He turned his phone to silent and sat next to Staci again.

"So," he asked after a while, "What brings you here?"

"How do you know I'm not from round here?"

"Pretty sure I'd remember if I'd seen you around. Besides, your accent."

She grimaced, "You'd better not make any Essex girl jokes."

"I wouldn't dream of it. Besides, I think it's cute."

He instantly regretted saying that out loud but she only laughed.

"You're funny. No one else does."

There was a brief pause. Carl began to feel a little awkward for the first time, and a bit like a sleazy old man. Staci didn't seem to be bothered though.

"I'm going to Barcelona," she said.

"Barcelona? That's a long way from here."

She just pointed to one of the large cross channel ferries approaching the nearby dock.

"In one of those."

"I see. Still a long way, even once you've crossed the sea. Be easier to fly."

"It costs money to fly."

"So, what, hitch- hike? It's pretty dangerous."

She just shrugged, "I'll take my chances."

"What's in Barcelona?"

"My mate Chrissie has a bar job down there. She says it's great. One long party. Loads of hot guys. Rich guys too. She says she can get me a job. Beats working a bar in Chelmsford with a bunch of wankers."

"I can see that. You just got to get there first, right?"

"Yes, that's right. Say, do you have a car?"

He laughed. He knew something like this was coming. There was no way a girl like that could actually be interested in him for himself. He was surprised she hadn't scarpered immediately after he bought her the food.

"I'm not driving you to Barcelona. I have to..."

He was about to say he had to go to work in the morning but he remembered that it wasn't true.

"No, of course not, silly. But you could get me to Calais. It would only take you a few hours?"

"True. But why would I do that, Staci?"

"To get to spend more time with me of course?" she flashed him a brilliant smile.

Despite himself, despite knowing he was being used, he couldn't deny it was tempting.

"And I'll suck your cock."

"What?" he spluttered.

"Your cock, Carl," she leaned over and looked at him with her big dark eyes, her hair falling over her face. "If you get me to France," she started to rub his crotch, "I'll suck it for you."

He shut his eyes for a moment and could feel himself starting to get hard as she rubbed against him. For a moment it was all be could think about.

"I'm not sure Staci."

"Come on Carl, I bet you love a nice juicy blow job, don't you?" She pushed her red, wet lips together as mouthed 'blow job' at him.

"When did your wife last suck it, Carl?"

She was leaning in now, he could feel her breath on his face, as she rubbed his now very hard cock through his suit trousers.

"What makes you think I'm married?" he asked weakly, thinking of Sarah and the disaster zone that was their sex life.

"Your wedding ring, Carl. Don't worry though, I like married men. It's so much hotter. "

Carl gulped and got a hold of himself and pushed her hands away from his crotch.

"Look, just hang on a minute, Staci, I'm not sure about this. "

She pouted sulkily at him. He thought she looked sexier than ever. His erection didn't subside.

"Look, you're a very sexy girl. You're beautiful. And no, my wife hasn't sucked my cock in a very long time but this isn't right. Not like this."

"What would be right, then?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean are you saying you don't want it because you don't fancy me, because you don't want to cheat on your wife, or something else. "

"I... I don't want to trade it for favours. It's just now how I do things."

She looked at him for a while and then slowly nodded her head, appreciatively.

"A man of principle."

"Maybe. Something like that."

Then she learned in again, "You do want me though? You do think I'm sexy."

Feeling suddenly bold, he took her hand and placed on it back on the rock hard bulge in his trousers as an answer.

"Mmm, that's nice," she purred back at him. "You feel really big."

She paused, her hand still gently feeling the shape of him through his trousers.

"Ok, Carl. I've got a new idea."

"What's that?"

"I'll suck your cock anyway. No obligations, you can go home to your wife after, no hard feelings. "

"And what do you get out of this?"

"Nothing. I just feel horny now. Your cock feels good. I want it. Is that OK with you Carl?"

"No obligations? I'm not promising anything."

"No. But hurry up. I'm horny as fuck now and I want to taste you. Deal?"

Feeling like he was definitely going to regret it, Carl looked at her and just said, "Deal."

He drove her up to a secluded little spot up on the clifftop. It was near the castle and looking over the sea but no one ever came that way. He used to go there with Melissa sometimes, before Sarah put a stop to that, but he didn't mention that to Staci.

"Ah, it's pretty up here."

"I'm glad you think so."

"I do. Now shut up and get in the back seat. "

He did as he was told. Melissa had sucked him off once in this very car park. He wasn't sure now why he'd chosen to come here. Must be feeling nostalgic.

He got out of the car and walked self consciously round to the back doors. Staci just folded herself through the interior, her long limbs all over the place. He got a glimpse of white knicker lace.

"Let's see what we're working with here," she said as she eagerly leaned in over his crotch as he settled in the back seat. She wasted no time in unzipping his fly and freeing his rock hard cock.

"Oh Carl, you are a big boy," she said appreciatively as she rubbed his length.

"Oh fuck, that makes me so horny."

She put her mouth at the base of his cock and started to lick up his length. Carl moaned in delight. He was, as Staci had said, a big fan of blow jobs and he hadn't had one for a very long time.

Melissa used to be really into sucking him off but Sarah had shown no interest in that, or in him physically at all, since Melissa had left the picture. He'd forgotten quite how good a woman's mouth felt on him.

Staci ran her lips and tongue slowly up and down his length, then took his balls in her mouth and started to suck on them hard. Not even Melissa had done that. He liked it.

"Oh fuck, Staci," he said, running his fingers through her hair. "That's incredible."

She looked up at him with dark shining eyes and started to lick his length again.

"Mmm Carl, I just fucking love a married man with a huge dick. I'm going to make the most of this."

"Oh yes baby, just like that," he replied.

"Yeah, call me baby. Call me baby while I suck your fat cock."

"Oh yes, baby."

It was cramped in the back of his Astra but that didn't seem to bother Staci at all. She was squeezing his balls with one hand and rubbing between her own legs with the other.

She kept running her hot red tongue up and down his length until it was dripping with her saliva, then she twirled the tip of her tongue over his head.

"Do you want me to suck it now, Carl?" she asked.

"Yes, baby," he nodded vigorously

Keeping her eyes on his, she put her mouth on the tip of his cock then slowly opened up, running her wet lips over the head. For a moment or two she just sucked on the head but then she lowered her mouth down over his length taking him all the way down to her throat.

Staci gently squeezed and fondled his balls as she bobbed her head up and down his cock. She was rubbing herself hard with the other hand as she sucked him.

Her mouth felt so soft and warm around his hard flesh. He could feel himself throbbing in her mouth as the sensation built up within him. He both wanted to prolong this feeling for as long as possible and to just let go and unload in her beautiful mouth.

He ran his fingers through her brown hair and looked down at her. She kept looking up at him, her sexy eyes full of lust and longing. If she was faking this for his benefit, she was doing a damn good job of it. He just wished he had a better view of her touching herself.

He moaned and grunted and started to buck his hips, fucking her face and calling out, "Baby, baby, baby" as the sensation started to overwhelm him. There was no question of holding back now. He gripped her head and felt himself surge and erupt in her hot mouth.

As soon as he'd finished, she sat back on the car seat with her legs wide and touched herself feverishly with both hands. He could see her white panties were soaking wet. She opened her mouth as she touched herself and he could see his thick cream still on her tongue.

She closed her eyes in rapture, and swallowed as she came. Carl didn't think he'd ever seen anything so beautiful.

She kept her eyes shut for a few moments afterwards, one hand still in her panties, the other at her breast.

Eventually, she opened her eyes again as though coming down from a high. Her long eyelashes fluttered as they focused on Carl.

"Thanks Carl. I needed that." She looked down at his still semi hard member.

"You have a beautiful dick."

"Thanks," he laughed. "I don't think anyone else has ever thought that."

She looked suddenly angry.

"Well, they should. I mean it. Its beautiful. It's big and thick and hard and pleasing. I never joke about penises."

"Ok," he said. "Well, thank you."

She smiled at him sadly.

"Ok then, well, if you can just drop me back in town, I'll be on my way and you can go home to your wife who doesn't appreciate a beautiful dick when she sees one."

"And what about you? What will you do?"

She smiled, "Not your problem, Carl. I promised you a no strings blow job and I never go back on my word."

"Do you even have a place to stay tonight?"

He looked out at the slowly darkening sky over the sea. She just shrugged.

"I'm sure I can find some guy to let me stay over."

"Why don't you let me get you a room for the night?"

"And what would you do?"

"Go home. It would just be for you. And you can try to get to France in the morning."

She looked fondly but puzzled at him and stroked his cheek, "And why would you do something that nice for me? You don't owe me anything."

"I just... I'd just feel better, knowing you were ok, even if only for one night."

She smiled, "You're sweet. One condition though."

"A condition?"

"Yes. Just one."

"And what's that then?"

"You stay with me."

"I can't, Staci. I have a wife."

She shrugged, "Then some other guy then. It's a shame. I would rather it was you."

He looked out over the sea, now dark blue and shining under the sun which was just starting to set. He thought about Sarah and the welcome that was cold at the best of times and would be a rough argument tonight. He hadn't checked his phone since putting it on silent and wondered how many missed calls he had by now.

He sighed. He looked over at Staci, who was also staring at the sunset.

"It's beautiful up here," she said, almost to herself. "Let's just sit for a while."

They sat in silence, side by side watching the yellow sun turn orange and sink towards the sea. It started companionable but as the silence lengthened a tension set in, both knowing that sooner or later one of them would need to end it. Carl could have sat there with her forever.

Eventually she sighed, "Right, you'd better take me down then."

He turned on the ignition and put his hand on the gear stick. Before putting it in gear though, he turned and looked at her.

"OK," he said, "I'm in."

"You're in?" The excitement in her voice was clear and so appealing.

"Yes. I'll stay with you tonight. Just tonight. You'll have to make your own way to France tomorrow."

"Oh Carl!"

She put her arms around him and covered his face and neck in kisses. He could feel her body under her thin dress and could feel himself getting hard again.

Was she using him? Was he using her? He didn't know. He didn't care. He just knew he couldn't let her go like that, taking her chances in the rough pubs in town. And he couldn't deny the thought of sharing a bed with her was intoxicating.

"Just hang on a second," he said, and pulled his phone out of his pocket. Seventeen missed calls and thirty two messages. He opened WhatsApp and without reading any of the messages typed out:

"Don't worry about me, I'm OK. Somethings come up and I can't come home tonight. See you soon. I love you. X"

He wasn't quite sure why he had said he loved her. He turned the phone off. He would deal with the fallout in the morning.

"Oh Carl, this is so exciting." She clapped her hands in glee. "Where are we going?"

"Umm, I'm not sure. Let me think."

He looked over at her, she was carrying a little over-the-shoulder hand bag but had nothing else.

"Where's your stuff?"

"In a locker at the bus station."

"Ok, well let's get that first."

They drove to the bus station and she picked up her bag. There wasn't actually a locker but she'd prevailed upon a conductor to let her leave it in the ticket office. It wasn't big, just a small rucksack. Only a day bag really. Carl couldn't believe that's all she had to go across France with.

Once they had her bag, they drove up to a nice hotel on the clifftops. He supposed he should be careful with money now but they'd put him on three months' garden leave, so he had no immediate concerns and he wanted to take her somewhere nice.

"Ooh, fancy" she said, as he led her inside. They got a room easily this early in the season and they had a good view over the now dark sea. Carl drew the curtains and turned to face Staci.

She stepped purposefullly towards him and taking his face in her hands she kissed him on the lips, her wet mouth open and her hot tongue eagerly exploring his.

He kissed her back, her eagerness waking his own and his want for her overpowering him. He put his arms around her, first to her waist but rapidly moving down and round to squeeze her firm, ripe buttocks.

"Mmm, yeah, squeeze my arse, Carl," she murmured as she kissed him.

Needing no further encouragement he grabbed her arse cheeks under the hem of her skirt, marvelling at how firm and round they were. She ground herself against his rapidly hardening cock. His fingers reached right round and under her to rub against her slit.