We talked for a bit longer. Wendy did not really let me know much about her life in America. She had moved around a bit working as a secretary to support Mary Ann and raising her, I got the impression, as a single mum. In those days it was a lot harder than today to do that and I thought she must have been very determined. She would not talk about any men in her life. She asked a lot of questions about me and how I was going but she seemed to know most of the answers anyway. I am sure Wendy did a lot of research before booking the trip, which must have been very expensive. Mary Ann was engaged to a boy in Austin, Texas, which is where they were living, and he was a bigwig in some company called Standard Oil. She too did not say much about that but it was fairly obvious that she was very nervous.
Then Jenny called time, in those days it was six o’clock closing, and we looked at each other.
“How did you get here and where are your bags?” I asked.
“In a hire car.” Said Wendy.
“In the hire car.” Said Mary Ann.
These two pretty American ladies were working up quite a routine and the men nearby could not stop staring.
“Then follow me.” I said.
We finished our drinks and went out to the car park, on the way Wendy stopped suddenly for no reason and I walked into her. She laughed and said, “I thought so.” I think she was commenting on my half erect cock.
Wendy had hired a brand new EH Holden, and luxury of luxuries, it had a radio and a heater. I got into my old FB and they followed me to my house, Wendy was still a bit unsure driving on the left hand side of the road but she got there fine. I carried the bags inside and did the walk around.
“Kitchen.”
“Spacious.” That was Wendy.
“Lounge room.”
“Ooh comfy sofa.” That was Mary Ann.
“Spare room.”
“My room.” Mary Ann again.
“Master bedroom.”
“Our room.” That was Wendy.
Well, I thought, at least that saves me asking some awkward questions.
The girls cleaned up while I put the bags in the rooms and made up the bed in the spare room. We looked at the clock and decided it was too late to cook so we drove into Melbourne and went to a restaurant in Chinatown. By now we were just having fun and we may have been a bit of a disruption but with Wendy and Mary Ann at the table no one was going to complain. After dinner we went through town and had a look at the Yarra River. The Yarra is famous for its very brown colour and is known as the upside down river. We went for a walk along the St Kilda foreshore to get a quick look across the bay and I don’t know whether the people coming the other way thought anything other than there is a husband and wife going for a walk with their daughter. Wendy took my hand as we walked then Mary Ann held the other. With the moonlight on the beach, the stars reflected on the water and the company I had there was not another thing I could have wished for. We walked for a while and then went back to the car and finally we were homeward bound.
I was driving the EH with Wendy cuddled up next to me, and Mary Ann was in the back. Wendy started stroking my leg and I felt what was by now a very familiar stirring. Wendy’s hand moved higher and higher and finally it brushed the end of my dick. By now I was very hard and changing gears was getting quite difficult.
“Is that bigger than I remember?” Wendy asked huskily running her nails up my length, through my now straining pants.
“Don’t gloat mum,” Mary Ann’s voice was a bit choked up, “you know I am going to bed alone.”
Wendy moved away briefly. “Don’t worry darling, soon you will have one to play with every night.”
“I know.” Mary Ann sounded more frightened than happy at this thought.
We continued on with the radio playing Sandie Shaw singing “There’s always something there to remind me.” This was a hit in England and Australia but did not do well in America. Every time I hear that song to this day I remember driving that EH with Wendy snuggled up to me, and Mary Ann sitting lonely in the back seat.
There’s always been something left behind to remind me of Wendy so the song really did strike a chord with me.
We got back home and had a port to finish the night. The atmosphere was tense and Mary Ann finally got up and said goodnight. Wendy and I tried halfheartedly to convince her to stay up but off she went, her door closing silently behind her.
“Wendy.” I started.
“David.” She replied.
“I just cannot believe you are really here.” I put my arm around her and kissed her for the first time in nineteen years. We locked together passionately first just kissing and then my hand moved up to her breast. She moaned. We stayed like that for a while, neither of us wanting to be the first to break the kiss. I then started unbuttoning her blouse, slowly exposing her lacy black bra. Still we kissed. I reached behind her to undo the bra and she pulled away.
“Should we go to the bedroom before this gets too out of hand?” She asked.
I got up off the couch and then picked her up. Wendy giggled. I then carried her into the bedroom and put her on the bed.
Wendy looked up at me and asked, “Now you have me in your bedroom just what do you plan on doing?”
“First I am going to take out nineteen years of frustration on you.” I said.
“Mmm, and then?” She asked in her sexiest little voice.
“If you are running away in the morning I’d better give you a bit to go on with too.”
I went to close the door and Wendy said “Leave the door open a bit please David.”
“What?” I was a bit confused with this request.
“I am a mum and this is a strange place, I just need to hear everything is OK.”
“Fine,” I thought this was carrying things a bit far after all Mary Ann was eighteen, “and the light?” I asked reaching for the switch.
“On,” she said firmly, “I last made love to you in the dark, this time I want to see you.”
“But what about Mary Ann?” I asked.
“She will be just fine,” said Wendy, and then quietly “come and undress me David, we have to make the most of this night.”
What the hell, I thought, she is happy with it so I will be too. I went to the bed and pulled my shirt off over my head. She smiled her approval so I kicked off my shoes and then undid and dropped my trousers. My erection was straining at my underwear, yet again.
“It has got bigger.” Said Wendy with a touch of nervousness.
“So has the rest of me.” I answered. I had filled out since I was nineteen. I was much more muscled after years of tough manual labor loading and unloading trucks and stood an even six foot.
“I can see.” She said.
I reached down and undid Wendy’s shoes, dropping them to the floor. Her stockings were next and I brushed her thighs as I undid the suspenders and gently rolled them off. Wendy moaned as I did this but I stayed down at her feet rubbing gently and pulling her toes. Wendy’s eyes closed and she smiled as my hands worked the soles of her feet gently.