My local was a typical London pub, Victorian, lots of polished wood and red plush, framed prints and brass light fixtures, but cool and airy. We sat and chatted about how we’d got here, where we were going, and what she was wanted to do when she finished university. Nobody bothered us, except for one amusing incident. Two City boys, probably in their late twenties had come in and were sitting at the bar, Armani suits, shirts, shoes, ties, belts, the whole uniform. They’d spotted Sai, and couldn’t seem to take their eyes off her. I didn’t blame them, I felt that way myself. She saw this, and seemed amused by it. I told her, if it worried her, I could go and have a word with them, but she laughed it off. Anyway, I had to go to the Gents, and when I came back one of them was trying to chat her up. I watched, waiting to see if she wanted any help. He put his hand on her shoulder, and she said something I couldn’t hear, causing him to jerk his hand back and almost run back to his friend, shuddering, the two of them drinking up and leaving in a hurry. I walked back to the table, asked her what that was all about. Sai laughed. “He asked me if I wanted to go somewhere with him. I said I’d love to, but we had to be careful, I was just getting over a raging case of syphilis!”
I always knew Sai could take care of herself.
We got back to the flat late, and heated up the remains of lunch for another late supper, lounging around and chatting, laughing, remembering, Sai telling me about her early childhood, about Dad, and her life with him and her mother when she was small, and about Hong Kong and Guangzhou. We talked about my school-days and my early life with Grandpa and Gran, and how I missed them, Gran’s unrelenting hostility towards Sai over the years since she’d arrived, and Sai’s dismissive contempt for her. When we finally fell into bed, it was to sleep; I had no more stamina for sexual gymnastics, even the thought of holding and sleeping naked with Sai evoking only a minor response before I fell asleep.
I awoke to the sounds of breakfast, Sai Fong frying bacon and sausages, two of my favourite food groups (the others are sugar, grease, French fries and brown crunchy bits).
She called me, and there was my favourite breakfast, although, on the down side, there was also Sai preparing to eat her nauseating peanut butter, bacon and banana sandwich; I ate with my eyes closed.
We discussed which car we’d take back to Cosford, as I wasn’t certain Sai Fong’s battered Golf was up to the 150 mile drive, it looked like it had only just survived the drive down, and there was a CD player in my car, so at least she could listen to her music. Dad was expecting us back sometime on Monday, so we had one more day and night together, then we’d have to sneak around if we wanted to play any time over the next week. As it was a bright sunny day, I asked Sai what she wanted to do, and so we ended up doing the Serpentine Gallery in Hyde Park, The Tate Modern, The Museum of Mankind, and a long afternoon at the Victoria and Albert Museum. Sai was going to be an art student, so she wanted to check on where her source material was available, so I went along with it, although the Tate Modern baffled me.
We lunched at a greasy spoon I knew in Camden, the best fry-up in London, and then on to the V&A, finally getting home about 6. Sai made dinner again, just a grill, we were really too tired for anything else, and relaxed until the protein had done its thing, revitalising me, and getting some interesting looks from Sai. When I jumped up and grabbed her hand to lead her to the bedroom, I heard the whispered “At last!”, and suppressed a grin; it was her fault for dragging me on a criss-cross trail across London!
This time, I got to undress her, something I had been planning for a while. I pulled her close, popping the button on her jeans and sliding them down, marvelling at the smooth unblemished skin of her thighs, the perfect muscle tone, and the swell of her panty-clad buttocks. Sai leaned on me to step out of her jeans, holding up her arms as I pulled her top over her head, and unhooked her bra, sliding my hands round to cup and squeeze her breasts as she pulled her bra away, leaving her leaning against me, gently rubbing my erecting cock as I squeezed and rubbed her breasts slowly, nibbling her neck and kissing her ear, licking her throat and rubbing my cock against her panties, the only thing she was wearing now. Sai Fong reached behind her back and fumbled with the button on my jeans, pulling them open and pushing them down, leaving me to step out and kick them away. I let go of her to pull my shirt off, Sai now turning to face me and tugging my boxers down, while I slid my hands into the back of her panties, pushing them down, squeezing and fondling her bum cheeks, wondering at the lovely firm springiness of them, the taut muscles and soft skin.
She wriggled her hips, and her panties slid the rest of the way down leaving her, at last, completely naked.
I led her to the bed, laying her down and sliding in next to her, kissing her and being kissed back, touching, stroking, caressing, rewarding me with little sighs and gasps for pleasuring her. She in turn rubbed and smoothed her hands over my torso, lightly pinching my nipples, making me gasp, stroking and squeezing my scrotum, lightly brushing her hand across my erect penis, making it jump, pulling me down to her to kiss and lick her nipples, standing erect, hard and tempting, inviting me to gently nibble and nip with my teeth, making her jump and gasp. I was going to slide down, find her wetness and pleasure her there first, but she pulled me up to her, looking me in the eyes.
“Harry, my fiancee, you are my husband-to-be and I love you, so please, make love to me!”
I moved across her, her thighs parting as I moved between them, to raise up over her, looking into her eyes as she smiled up at me, my penis already against her labia. She nodded, and I moved forward, penetrating slowly, enjoying the feel of the slick, hot succulent flesh enfolding my penis as I slid further in, until I was in to the hilt, her look of satisfaction my reward as I filled her up. I began pumping, slowly at first, until she began rising up to meet me, pumping back, driving herself onto me, her clitoris a hard nub rubbing against the rough hairs at the base of my cock as we pumped together. Sai lifted her legs, wrapping them around mine , giving herself more leverage to drive herself further onto me, dragging her clitoris against me, rubbing herself off, and pulling my head down to her, to kiss and hold me, lips clamped to mine as we hammered at each other, until finally, we both climaxed, her vaginal walls rippling and sucking at my cock as I pumped jet after jet of spunk into her body, the feel of my heat in her setting of fresh tremors, her orgasm bringing a loud groaning wail as she climaxed again, her pussy clenching tight around me as she rode out her climax. Eventually she came down, releasing me to fall back, winded and quivering, unable to speak as we lay and looked at each other, kissing and murmuring as the fires died away. I was shattered, lungs working overtime, winded and sated, for now. Sai looked over at me, turned on her side to touch my chin for a second, then whisper “Don’t get too comfortable, stud, this may be our last night for the next three months, so try and work up a little enthusiasm, won’t you!”
We woke and made love twice more that night, each time more satisfying than the previous, the knowledge that it would be risky and probably not possible to get together during the week I was there adding poignancy, imminent loss adding to the urgency and passion. Sai cried when we had to disengage that last time, knowing she might not have this again for a long time, or what seemed like a long time. The sight of her crying did strange things to me, so I weakened and made a compromise with her. If her need for me proved too much, she would come and spend a week or two, three max, over the course of the three months, telling Dad she wanted to check out the galleries and museums prior to starting her course. I would be busy during the days, but she’d have my undivided attention all evening. It was as much as I could do without rousing his suspicions, but she jumped at it, breaking up those three months into, for her, manageable chunks.
The next day, I called the RAC to have a look at her car. There was nothing they could do, one suggestion being that we quote ‘get in a priest, mate, it needs the Last Rites’ unquote, so they arranged to have it trailered home for her, and we drove back to Shropshire. We arrived back home a typical older brother/younger sister combo, and prepared to wait out the summer until we could be together the way we wanted.
Of course, a week of sneaking around and quick fumbling was more than human flesh could stand, and Sai has such delectable flesh…
Keeping my hands off her was exquisite torture. What I wanted to do was an extended bout of freestyle, no-holds barred jungle-fucking; what I actually got was cold showers and long runs morning and evening. Even risking a quickie was out of the question, Dad was absent-minded enough to forget stuff and turn round, come back home again, something he did with almost clockwork regularity, and just because he was based in Lichfield, a reasonable distance away, there was no guarantee that was where he actually was; he might just spend the day at ABRO in Donnington, which was just up the road near Telford, or at RAF Cosford, 500 yards away, and so be home long before his expected time. We ended up having to remain completely hands off, for the most part, although on one memorable occasion we managed the feat of waving Dad off from an upstairs window while being naked from the waist down, my cock buried in her from the back between her buttocks and my finger rubbing her squidgy minge to bring her off, all the while keeping an eye on the end of the road in case he came back. Fun, but too, too risky for a reprise. It was getting to me, and the ploy we’d devised, the ‘evening out and night in a motel because we’d been drinking’ ruse sounded better all the time. One snag; one of my friends’ mum was a housekeeper at the only Travelodge in town, and she knew both of us, so that plan died; we had to resort to a couple of quick blowjobs, and me eating out Sai with all the doors double-locked so if Dad came home unexpectedly we’d have a decent chance of getting out of ‘flagrante’ in reasonable time. Sai isn’t one of those legendary girls who goes off like a rocket at the touch of her button; oh no, once you light her blue touch-paper, you have an extraordinarily long time before she goes off, so quickies were not tolerated, because she got nothing out of them, and I couldn’t risk the leisure to attend to her properly, in case I looked up to see dad and his shotgun staring back. I understood that dad and Sai had actually been family together, had lived as a family from her birth, so his connection with her was a lot more emotionally loaded than my relationship with dad we were effectively strangers, related by marriage, his, but otherwise with no real connection. For this reason alone I was afraid/reluctant to reveal our relationship until we had no option. Sai Fong was his little girl; I’d never been his little boy, and I had no way of predicting how he’d react, as I didn’t really know him at all.