Across The Sea

They stood side by side leaning over the railings and looking out at the white cliffs slowly receding behind them. Carl had picked up his passport and some clothes while Sarah was out at one of her coffee mornings, so he'd avoided a confrontation. Then they'd managed to get one of the next ferries with very little fuss.

"That view always makes me feel like a bit of a kid," he said. "We used to take the ferry every summer and drive down and camp in the South of France. I haven't been on one for years, despite living in Dover now."

Staci pushed her hair out of her eyes. There was a wind blowing across the sea whipping up spray and making the air damp with it.

"I've never been on the ferry before."

"You're kidding? I thought everyone had. It's part of being English."

"Well, not me."

"You've been abroad before though, right?"

"A couple of times. We always flew though. We went to Disneyland once. Paris not America. I was a kid then, it was before Dad left. And I went to Kavos last year with Chrissie."

"How was that?"

"Kavos? It was so much fun. So many hot boys. I met this one guy in this club. And he takes me out back and he's doing me up against the wall. But then a fire alarm goes off and everyone pours out of this fire exit, right next to where we're doing it. And everyone starts pointing and clapping and cheering as we're fucking. It was wild."

"Right. Are all your stories about sex?"

She shrugged.

"I guess. What else is there? Life's pretty crappy otherwise. But when I'm fucking I just feel so good. Why? Does it bother you?"

"I don't know. I guess not. It's refreshing in a way. To meet someone so honest about it."

"Good. Because I don't plan on changing. You knew I was a dirty slut when you picked me up."

She whispered this in his ear and reached round to grab his dick while she said it.

"And be honest. You love it. You've never had a slut like me in your life."

And despite himself, he did love it. She made him feel young and alive. He both hated and loved her dirty stories but they definitely turned him on. He found himself desperately trying to reach her but the only language she seemed to speak was sex.

"Have you ever fucked on a ferry, Carl?"

Carl shook his head.

"Come on," she said. "Let's find somewhere private."

But everywhere on the ferry was full of people, cafes and seating areas and couples wandering around on deck. Carl was starting to lose interest but Staci seemed determined.

"How about the car deck?"

"Pretty sure they lock that."

"Let's go check."

They had locked it. They managed to make their way down to the white washed metal stairwell past a "Do Not Enter" sign without being disturbed but the doorway to the car deck itself was bolted tight.

"Too bad," said Carl.

Staci looked around her. They were three floors beneath the main deck, no one was around.

"Let's do it here?"

"You can't be serious?"

"Of course I am."

She turned away from him and lent against the wall, sticking her arse out. She pushed down her little denim shorts and lace panties. Her sweet cunt was wet and glistening.

"You crazy nymphomaniac," he said softly, staring at it.

"Shut up and fuck me, Carl."

Not quite believing his own daring, he pushed down his jeans and thrust his now very hard cock deep inside her, once again amazed at quite how good she felt.

"Oh fuck, yes Carl," she moaned.

He put his hand over her mouth to stop her moans echoing around the metal stairwell and fucked her hard. He wasn't even fucking for pleasure, just to make himself come as quickly as possible but somehow that just made it hotter.

She was so wet and she was pushing back on him, fucking him as much as he was fucking her. He could feel her moans against his hand as she writhed against him. It was stressful and hot at the same time and it was with a double relief that he felt himself pulse and release inside her.

She slumped against the side of the stairwell wall, apparently satisfied.

Footsteps came echoing down the stairwell.

"Is there someone here?"

Carl rapidly did up his jeans and pulled Staci to her feet and pulled up her shorts and panties for her as one of the crew came down towards them.

"You can't be down here, sir."

"Yes, I'm sorry," he said, "We got lost. We'll go back on deck."

"Very good, sir."

The crewman stood and let them go by, he was clearly checking Staci out in her tiny shorts as she walked by him. She turned and blew him a kiss.

.....

Later, as they rolled off the ferry Carl stared in surprise at the miles of fencing they'd put up to keep migrants out of Britain. Nothing like that had been there when he'd been a kid.

He suddenly had a thought.

"Do you even have a visa?"

"You don't need a visa for France, silly. Or Spain."

"Not to visit. You do to work."

"Really? I thought we could work anywhere in Europe."

"Not anymore. Don't you watch the news?"

"Nope." She just looked out at the window. "'m sure it'll be fine though. Something will work out."

"You just don't give a fuck, do you?"

"Nope," she turned to give him a brilliant smile and he laughed, despite himself.

"Look, it's at least two days drive to Barcelona. Do you want to stop in Paris tonight?"

"Paris? Sure. I've never been to Paris."

"I thought you said you'd been to Disneyland?"

"Disneyland, Paris, sure, Paris Paris, no."

"Right, OK. Well, I can show you around."

"Oh, you been there a lot?"

"Well, no. A couple of times. I guess I don't know it well."

Once they were free of the fences, he pulled over and took his phone out. Two hundred and twelve messages. At least they seemed to be slowing down.

He quickly typed, "I'm sorry. I don't think I can do this anymore. I need a break. I'll be a few days and we'll talk when I'm back. X"

To Staci he said, "Do you know how to block a number?"

She laughed, "Sure, she said. Give it here."

He passed her his phone. She whistled when she saw how many messages and missed calls he had.

"Someone's pretty pissed off," she laughed.

"Yup," he said back.

She jabbed at his phone for a few seconds then passed it back to him.

"There you go. Done."

He let out a sigh of relief, put Paris into Google Maps and hooked it up onto the car.

For a while neither of them spoke, then Staci asked, "So tell me about these women?"

"What women?"

"All the women you fucked. Before you got married. The ones your wife couldn't handle."

"What do you want to know?"

"Who were they? What were they like?"

"Well, my first was a girl called Kate. She was my girlfriend at Sixth Form. We were together eighteen months. It was all very teenage, you know, intense, overdramatic. Very Dawson's Creek."

"What's that?"

"Oh, just a TV show at the time. Anyway, I ended up cheating on her, the summer before Uni. This girl called Faith, we'd always had a bit of chemistry and we were at this party, I'd argued with Kate about something. And Faith was there and so sympathetic.

"Did you fuck her?"

"Yes."

"Was she worth it?"

"I'm not sure. No. I didn't feel very good about myself. Kate found out, obviously. And that was that. I've not really thought about it in a long time though."

"Ok. So that's two. Still got about fifty to go."

"So I'm single when I go to uni. Manchester. Late nineties. Lots of clubs and parties. And I meet this girl, Abbie, in the bar on the first night. And we hook up.

And it's so hot, you know. I'd known Kate for years when we first did it, Faith too. But Abbie was this total stranger. And hot, you know. Blonde, big boobs, this wicked dirty laugh. Next thing I know I'm in her room and she's undressing me. And it's so exciting. I'm not thinking about Kate or Faith anymore, just this hot sexy stranger whose suddenly sucking on my dick."

"Mmm Carl, that's so hot. I love hearing you talk like this."

"And afterwards, after we've fucked, she was just like, 'Cheers. See you around' and shows me the door."

"Cheeky bitch. I like this Abbie. Were you gutted?"

"Hell no, I was on cloud nine. I walked back to my room like I was walking on air. And after that, I was hooked. And you know, we were going out all the time, three, four times a week. Bars. Clubs. Parties. So many women, so many of them up for it. It was just too tempting. I couldn't help myself."

"You must have had some technique though. Most guys couldn't get to that number. You must have had your pick up lines down."

"Not really. The only difficult bit is working out if a girl is into you. Most girls won't sleep with a guy they've just met. And no pick up line is going to make any difference. But some will. You just need to know who is receptive and then have the confidence to approach her."

He felt suddenly self-conscious, sharing tips on how to pick up girls with her.

"Or that's how it used to work. In my day. I know it's different now. Apps and all that."

He glanced across at her, wondering if she met guys online. He hoped she didn't somehow. Not that he disapproved as such, he just didn't understand it. It made him feel old. She said nothing though and just looked out of the window.

"How about you?" He asked her eventually.

"How about me, what? What's my bodycount? Less than yours."

"I should hope so, you're only nineteen."

He hated how disapproving he sounded.

"It's twenty two, OK. Unlike you, I can keep count. Twenty three including you."

"Okay," he said, "That's not so high."

"Yeah. I like to fuck but I'm not Bonnie Blue or anything."

He laughed. Then, without quite knowing why, he suddenly asked, "Have you ever been in love?"

She snorted contemptuously.

"No. Have you?"

He thought for a moment before answering.

"A couple of times."

"With Melissa?"

"Melissa? Why do you say that?"

"You didn't want to talk about her. You got all misty eyed and then you got pissy with me. She must have meant something."

For a long time he just drove on, then he said simply, "Yes, I think I did love Melissa."

"Do you still?"

"I don't know. Maybe. Yes."

"Thank you."

"What for?"

"Being honest with me. We don't have to talk about her but I'm glad you didn't bullshit me."

Her tone was suddenly so sincere that he felt his heart go out to her again. He again tried to tell himself it was just sex and he didn't feel anything else for her.

"What about your wife?"

"Sarah? What about her?"

"Do you love her?"

"I guess I must have once. Seems hard to remember it now."

They drove along the anonymous French motorway for several kilometres in silence. To break the silence Carl just asked,

"So, what do you want to talk about?"

She smiled at him: "Sex".

"Christ, Staci. Do you honestly think about nothing else?"

Alright then, let's talk about something else. Palestine, Trump, climate change. The state of the fucking world."

"Ok. You win. Sex it is. Ask me something, anything."

"Honestly?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"Ok, what's your favourite position?" she asked.

"Doggy."

"Mmm, me too. I just love a guy fucking me good and hard from behind. It just hits different you know? Ok, your turn. Ask me something."

"OK. Umm. Does size matter?"

"Yes. My turn."

"That's all I get. A 'yes'?"

"Ok, Carl. Yes, size matters. It's not just that it feels so much better inside me, although, it does, I love how a really big cock stretches me out, but a big one's just so hot you know. When a guy pulls down his pants and he's hung, it's just so exciting. I get wet just thinking about it. I'll answer you another question too, for free, the one you're too chicken to ask me."

"Whats that then?"

"How you measure up of course."

"And..?"

"You're fucking massive, Carl. Huge. Biggest cock I've ever had. No bullshit. Why do you think I was so keen to suck you off?"

He was gratified but then he couldn't help uglier thoughts intruding too.

"Is that the only reason you like me? Because I've got a big dick?"

"Of course not, Carl." She looked over at him sincerely, "You've also got a car."

He looked over at her in shock then caught the note of mischief in her eye, so she burst out laughing.

"Your face!" she called to him.

"You're such a cheeky bitch," he replied.

"You love it. Ok, my turn. Do you like anal?"

"I've never tried it. Not sure I see the point though."

"Really, never?"

"No. Have you?"

"A couple of times. I think you're right though, it's nowhere near as good as proper sex. I think guys just like because it's naughty."

"Probably."

"You can stick it in my ass if you like though, Carl. If you want to know what you're missing."

He laughed, "I'll bear that in mind."

They drove on in silence for a while, then Staci said, quietly and suddenly serious, "Carl?"

"Yes, Staci?"

"When we get to the hotel tonight, before we go out, will you lick my pussy again, like you did yesterday?"

"I thought you preferred to say cunt."

She shrugged, "Today I felt like saying pussy. But, will you?"

"Of course. I'd love to very much."

"Really? You really liked it?"

"Of course. It was ... it was beautiful."

"Yes. It was beautiful wasn't it? I've never had that with anyone before. I really liked it."

"You've been with twenty two guys, tried anal but no ones ever been down on you?"

"Well, no. Obviously a guy's licked me out before. But for like thirty seconds because they felt they had to before he put it in me. No ones made me feel like you before. No ones made me come like that. I'd like to do it again."

"Me too, Staci."

As they drove on, he thought about all the women he'd been down on, starting with Kate. He'd adored Kate, even though he'd ended up cheating on her, and he'd loved pleasuring her, his head between her thighs with the door shut in her bedroom at her parent's house. It used to make him feel so happy and proud when he made her come.

After that, it hadn't been much of a feature of his sex life. His university conquests were pretty much all drunken one nights after clubs. The sex was mostly pretty profunctory. He might have been gone on a few of them but never properly.

Sarah simply hadn't been into it. Too self-conscious he guessed, she hadn't trusted him to please her. She hated giving blow jobs and was always suspicious that any time he went down on her, he expected her to reciprocate. He tried to explain it wasn't like that, but it didn't make a difference.

Then there was Melissa. It had just been wonderful with Melissa. But he didn't want to think about her.

Staci was looking at him.

"What are you thinking about?"

He smiled, "Sex."

"Mmm, me too. How long till Paris?"

He pointed to the map on the dashboard: three hours, twenty two.

"That's a long time still. Fancy pulling over for a quickie?"

He laughed, "You're insatiable. We just had a quickie on the ferry."

"That was too quick. Besides you've got me all horny and wet thinking about your big dick and now I want it."

He drove on a bit.

"You know, you really turn me on when you tell me you're wet."

"Do I? Then you should know I'm so wet for you right now Carl. I'm dripping. My hot tight like cunt is soaking wet for you. My panties are soaked through, Carl. I'm so wet and horny and hot for you. This wet cunt needs your big fat cock. Please Carl, please fuck me. Fuck me in my tight, wet little hole. Its so ready for you, so hot and tight and slippery and so very, very wet."

"Ok," Carl put his indicator on, "We're getting off here," and he pulled into a nearby layby.

He quickly got into the backseat and she climbed on top of him, pushing his jeans down and straddling him. Her shorts and panties on the car seat next to him.

She put her hands on his face and looked him deep in the eyes as she pulsed her hips to fuck him. Her hair fell forward to screen his face from the traffic passing by.

Her face was so close to his, she was little more than a dark blur but he could see her eyes shining. He ran his hands up her thighs and up under her top to grip her waist but otherwise he let her take control.

He could feel her hot breath on his face as she moaned. Her cunt was hot and tight on him. He could feel the heat in him starting to build and knew he couldn't hold back for much longer.

He wasn't sure if she sensed that or if she was just chasing her own pleasure but she started to fuck him harder. Her moans were short and sharp now. He could tell she was about to come too.

Staci threw her head back and pulled her top down to show him her tits, grunting hard on him. He put his hands out to grab them as he moaned and lost control. She moaned too and they came together, lost in lust in the back seat of his crappy car by a random French motorway.

to be continued...