June 29th 2020 Part 1
We had just been through the initial lockdown in 2020. An education seminar had been amended from a large gathering to a series of ' Zoom' meetings.
My husband and myself had already booked a hotel in Blackpool for five days to attend so we took the decision to go for a break after being confined, materially, to our home since March. Even though we were a little hesitant as to how the current restrictions would affect our stay, we were assured by the hotel that full covid precautions were in place, and we would be very welcome.
So on a sunny, Thursday morning we pulled up in the car park of the hotel. After a somewhat convoluted signing in we went to our room. Hand sanitisers were everywhere in the room, using the room's kettle I brewed us both a coffee and lying on the, fortunately very comfortable, king-size bed I opened my laptop to test out the Zoom connection.
Checking my emails I noticed a message from a young man, Carl, one of the fans of my BBW personna. He was asking if it were possible for him to meet me for a coffee. As he lived in Bispham we agreed to meet him at a centrally positioned coffee shop near the Winter Gardens.
At three o'clock in the afternoon my hubby and I were seated at a table outside the coffee shop. From our online correspondence I already knew what Carl looked like, 22 yo, tall and broad shouldered with a shock of blond hair, though he was wearing considerably more clothes when he moved into view!
" Jayne! How wonderful to actually see you in person! I cannot really believe it! Wow! " His enthusiasm shone through, it was like a teenager getting his first puppy, " and you must be Simon! " He instinctively offered his hand before pulling back and adjusted into a fist bump, " God, sorry! I just can't quite believe it! Waitress! " He called to a willowy , blonde girl, " what would you like Jayne? Two cappuccinos OK? "
I nodded affirmatively and the girl moved inside the shop as Carl sat down. I looked him up and down for a moment, in my mind I undressed him, mentally revealing the eight inch prick he had shown me so many times online in the past eight months. " You've certainly picked a beautiful day to meet us, " I smiled as I spoke, " and I can see you've not been shy of enjoying the sun's rays, " his tan was almost perfect, a bronzed Adonis for the female form to admire, if not indeed, worship. " Well being a landscape gardener does bring its privileges, " His manicured hand almost covered my own before he once again pulled back as he remembered the Covid protocols, " So is there a special young lady in your life at present? " My husband's question was answered by a shake of his perfectly coiffured head,
" Besides the beautiful Jayne here, sadly no, the damned pandemic is not conducive to forming new relationships. My last real girlfriend was around seven months before the first lockdown! " The waitress interrupted his speech as she conveyed a tray containing our cappuccinos to the table, Carl took his cup from her, flashing a brilliant smile at her which she returned in spades, I had little doubts that Carl wouldn't be short of female companionship for long!
After ten minutes of meaningless chit-chat intermingled with intense flattery of myself, Carl explained that he had an old college friend over from Bradford. " So what do you say about joining up for a few drinks this lovely sunny evening, say about 8.30pm at ... well where do you suggest? " Carl looked from my husband to myself awaiting our suggestions.
My husband spoke, " How about the Counting House? The one on Talbot Square, it is open isn't it? " Carl nodded enthusiastically, " Indeed it is! We were in there for the Euros the other week, nice choice! " As he spoke he finished his coffee, stood up, gently took my hand, raised it to his lips lightly brushing it with his lips. He flashed a smile nodding at my husband, " now my wonderful lady I must depart for I have business to attend to, but fear not for upon this evening I shall return with even more bonhomie. Adieu my Lady Jayne. " So saying he quickly turned on his heels, gave a winning smile to our waitress, who seemed to almost swoon as he did, and in an instant was gone.
" Smarmy bastard! " exclaimed my husband, " knows exactly what the girls want, God's gift to women! Pah! "
" You're jealous! " I laughed, " he's just a k** having fun, that's all! You were young once, or can't you remember that far back? " He moved as if to hit me, but instead summoned the waitress, " Can we have two more cappuccinos please my sweet, oh and two slices of carrot cake too! " His dazzling smile seemed to have less impact than Carl's upon her as she cleared our dirty cups and saucers.
Five minutes later we were strolling on the Prom towards Central Pier, " So what do you reckon about tonight? " My husband asked in a matter of fact way,
" Well you know me by now, I hope, depends on Carl I suppose, "
My husband stopped still and stared at me, " Come off it Jayne if he'd had his way he'd have fucked you there and then over the coffee shop table! Then he'd probably have screwed the waitress too! "
" Ooh! Who's jealous? " I laughed as I answered knowing he was probably right! " Come on it's probably time to hit our hotel for that afternoon Zoom conference, " we turned around, crossed the tram tracks, then the promenade and headed back to our room.
Two hours later we shut down our laptops after an afternoon of acute ennui. At one point we logged out whilst hubby lapped at my wet cunt bringing me to two massive orgasms on his tongue as he lapped at my engorged clitoris. A much more rewarding use of an afternoon than the terribly boring state of " educational supplies ". Still we did at least show a presence to the others in virtual attendance.
Two hours later I was showered and dressed in a knee length leopard print dress over a black ensemble of bra, pants and hold-up stockings. " Right sweet cheeks, you ready for the night? " I answered with a slight sneer,
" I don't know about that but I'm ready for a drink! "
About ten minutes later we arrived at The Counting House and entered, Carl waved at us from a table by the windows, " Jayne! Over here love, " he called to us, "I took the liberty of getting the drinks in, I got you a vodka and tonic Jayne, that OK? A cider for your husband and this is Richard , " he motioned to the man next to him, goateed , shoulder length, Sandy coloured hair, not slim but far from fat, stocky, I'd guess, would sum him up. " As I say Richard, Dick for short but we'll endowed for sure! " He laughed seemingly proud of his play on words, I wondered how long he'd been rehearsing it!
A few minutes of idle chit-chat later, most of which was commandeered by Carl, Richard asked the waitress, who was patrolling the pub floor, for a repeat order of drinks. My husband interrupted him, requesting a pint of lager for himself, the cider not tasting so good. Carl laughed loudly, " No stomach for strong drink is it? " Stuart gave a weak smile by response at Carl's pathetic reply. The young girl returned with our tray loaded with drinks.
Richard told us that after college he had tried to get into the pharmaceuticals business but that now he was involved in computer programming. He seemed to be far more level-headed than his brash, flamboyant friend.
Stuart tried to catch the eye of the waitress, " Noooo! My friend, tonight is for us to look after Jayne and you. " Carl stood up and motioned to the young girl that we wanted a refill. A few minutes later she returned with our drinks on a metal tray. Carl made a performance of both paying and giving her a £5 tip. Who on earth was he trying to impress. Carl took my vodka and topped the glass with some tonic as Richard leaned across to reach his Diet Pepsi and Stuart's lager. " There we go Jayne, " he passed the glass to me, I sipped it and added some more tonic.
We chatted about this and that for a few minutes... " You OK Jayne? " I shook my head and tried to clear my head. Wiping my right eye I answered, " just a little tired I think, or perhaps I knocked back those vodkas a bit quick! "
"You sure you're OK babe, " Carl asked gently touching my arm, " maybe take a few moments outside? " He looked at Stuart who nodded and stood up, sitting down almost immediately, " whoops, steady now! " Regaining his feet he guided me to the club's doors, enjoying the coolness of the early spring evening.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Stuart drop down onto a nearby chair. " You OK baby? You don't look so good? "
The next moment the world around me turned dark and I heard, distantly, Stuart calling out, "Jayne!", then nothing !
Sometime later I opened my eyes. I tried to take in where I was. I was lying on an unmade bed, fully clothed. The room was lit by a lamp on a table by a curtained window, a short brought my scrambled brains back to the situation.
My husband was lying on a chaise-long by the rear wall. My eyes struggled to focus, I made out some ropes around his arms and across his chest area, he was tied up! I immediately tried to reach him input be denied by two pairs of hand-cuffs that held my hands to the bedstead. What the fuck? The memories of the night came howling back, the way Carl insisted on pouring out drinks, his friend's pharmaceutical background... for fuck's sake I'd been roofied at nearly sixty year's old!!
TBC in June 29th 2020 Part 2
My husband and myself had already booked a hotel in Blackpool for five days to attend so we took the decision to go for a break after being confined, materially, to our home since March. Even though we were a little hesitant as to how the current restrictions would affect our stay, we were assured by the hotel that full covid precautions were in place, and we would be very welcome.
So on a sunny, Thursday morning we pulled up in the car park of the hotel. After a somewhat convoluted signing in we went to our room. Hand sanitisers were everywhere in the room, using the room's kettle I brewed us both a coffee and lying on the, fortunately very comfortable, king-size bed I opened my laptop to test out the Zoom connection.
Checking my emails I noticed a message from a young man, Carl, one of the fans of my BBW personna. He was asking if it were possible for him to meet me for a coffee. As he lived in Bispham we agreed to meet him at a centrally positioned coffee shop near the Winter Gardens.
At three o'clock in the afternoon my hubby and I were seated at a table outside the coffee shop. From our online correspondence I already knew what Carl looked like, 22 yo, tall and broad shouldered with a shock of blond hair, though he was wearing considerably more clothes when he moved into view!
" Jayne! How wonderful to actually see you in person! I cannot really believe it! Wow! " His enthusiasm shone through, it was like a teenager getting his first puppy, " and you must be Simon! " He instinctively offered his hand before pulling back and adjusted into a fist bump, " God, sorry! I just can't quite believe it! Waitress! " He called to a willowy , blonde girl, " what would you like Jayne? Two cappuccinos OK? "
I nodded affirmatively and the girl moved inside the shop as Carl sat down. I looked him up and down for a moment, in my mind I undressed him, mentally revealing the eight inch prick he had shown me so many times online in the past eight months. " You've certainly picked a beautiful day to meet us, " I smiled as I spoke, " and I can see you've not been shy of enjoying the sun's rays, " his tan was almost perfect, a bronzed Adonis for the female form to admire, if not indeed, worship. " Well being a landscape gardener does bring its privileges, " His manicured hand almost covered my own before he once again pulled back as he remembered the Covid protocols, " So is there a special young lady in your life at present? " My husband's question was answered by a shake of his perfectly coiffured head,
" Besides the beautiful Jayne here, sadly no, the damned pandemic is not conducive to forming new relationships. My last real girlfriend was around seven months before the first lockdown! " The waitress interrupted his speech as she conveyed a tray containing our cappuccinos to the table, Carl took his cup from her, flashing a brilliant smile at her which she returned in spades, I had little doubts that Carl wouldn't be short of female companionship for long!
After ten minutes of meaningless chit-chat intermingled with intense flattery of myself, Carl explained that he had an old college friend over from Bradford. " So what do you say about joining up for a few drinks this lovely sunny evening, say about 8.30pm at ... well where do you suggest? " Carl looked from my husband to myself awaiting our suggestions.
My husband spoke, " How about the Counting House? The one on Talbot Square, it is open isn't it? " Carl nodded enthusiastically, " Indeed it is! We were in there for the Euros the other week, nice choice! " As he spoke he finished his coffee, stood up, gently took my hand, raised it to his lips lightly brushing it with his lips. He flashed a smile nodding at my husband, " now my wonderful lady I must depart for I have business to attend to, but fear not for upon this evening I shall return with even more bonhomie. Adieu my Lady Jayne. " So saying he quickly turned on his heels, gave a winning smile to our waitress, who seemed to almost swoon as he did, and in an instant was gone.
" Smarmy bastard! " exclaimed my husband, " knows exactly what the girls want, God's gift to women! Pah! "
" You're jealous! " I laughed, " he's just a k** having fun, that's all! You were young once, or can't you remember that far back? " He moved as if to hit me, but instead summoned the waitress, " Can we have two more cappuccinos please my sweet, oh and two slices of carrot cake too! " His dazzling smile seemed to have less impact than Carl's upon her as she cleared our dirty cups and saucers.
Five minutes later we were strolling on the Prom towards Central Pier, " So what do you reckon about tonight? " My husband asked in a matter of fact way,
" Well you know me by now, I hope, depends on Carl I suppose, "
My husband stopped still and stared at me, " Come off it Jayne if he'd had his way he'd have fucked you there and then over the coffee shop table! Then he'd probably have screwed the waitress too! "
" Ooh! Who's jealous? " I laughed as I answered knowing he was probably right! " Come on it's probably time to hit our hotel for that afternoon Zoom conference, " we turned around, crossed the tram tracks, then the promenade and headed back to our room.
Two hours later we shut down our laptops after an afternoon of acute ennui. At one point we logged out whilst hubby lapped at my wet cunt bringing me to two massive orgasms on his tongue as he lapped at my engorged clitoris. A much more rewarding use of an afternoon than the terribly boring state of " educational supplies ". Still we did at least show a presence to the others in virtual attendance.
Two hours later I was showered and dressed in a knee length leopard print dress over a black ensemble of bra, pants and hold-up stockings. " Right sweet cheeks, you ready for the night? " I answered with a slight sneer,
" I don't know about that but I'm ready for a drink! "
About ten minutes later we arrived at The Counting House and entered, Carl waved at us from a table by the windows, " Jayne! Over here love, " he called to us, "I took the liberty of getting the drinks in, I got you a vodka and tonic Jayne, that OK? A cider for your husband and this is Richard , " he motioned to the man next to him, goateed , shoulder length, Sandy coloured hair, not slim but far from fat, stocky, I'd guess, would sum him up. " As I say Richard, Dick for short but we'll endowed for sure! " He laughed seemingly proud of his play on words, I wondered how long he'd been rehearsing it!
A few minutes of idle chit-chat later, most of which was commandeered by Carl, Richard asked the waitress, who was patrolling the pub floor, for a repeat order of drinks. My husband interrupted him, requesting a pint of lager for himself, the cider not tasting so good. Carl laughed loudly, " No stomach for strong drink is it? " Stuart gave a weak smile by response at Carl's pathetic reply. The young girl returned with our tray loaded with drinks.
Richard told us that after college he had tried to get into the pharmaceuticals business but that now he was involved in computer programming. He seemed to be far more level-headed than his brash, flamboyant friend.
Stuart tried to catch the eye of the waitress, " Noooo! My friend, tonight is for us to look after Jayne and you. " Carl stood up and motioned to the young girl that we wanted a refill. A few minutes later she returned with our drinks on a metal tray. Carl made a performance of both paying and giving her a £5 tip. Who on earth was he trying to impress. Carl took my vodka and topped the glass with some tonic as Richard leaned across to reach his Diet Pepsi and Stuart's lager. " There we go Jayne, " he passed the glass to me, I sipped it and added some more tonic.
We chatted about this and that for a few minutes... " You OK Jayne? " I shook my head and tried to clear my head. Wiping my right eye I answered, " just a little tired I think, or perhaps I knocked back those vodkas a bit quick! "
"You sure you're OK babe, " Carl asked gently touching my arm, " maybe take a few moments outside? " He looked at Stuart who nodded and stood up, sitting down almost immediately, " whoops, steady now! " Regaining his feet he guided me to the club's doors, enjoying the coolness of the early spring evening.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Stuart drop down onto a nearby chair. " You OK baby? You don't look so good? "
The next moment the world around me turned dark and I heard, distantly, Stuart calling out, "Jayne!", then nothing !
Sometime later I opened my eyes. I tried to take in where I was. I was lying on an unmade bed, fully clothed. The room was lit by a lamp on a table by a curtained window, a short brought my scrambled brains back to the situation.
My husband was lying on a chaise-long by the rear wall. My eyes struggled to focus, I made out some ropes around his arms and across his chest area, he was tied up! I immediately tried to reach him input be denied by two pairs of hand-cuffs that held my hands to the bedstead. What the fuck? The memories of the night came howling back, the way Carl insisted on pouring out drinks, his friend's pharmaceutical background... for fuck's sake I'd been roofied at nearly sixty year's old!!
TBC in June 29th 2020 Part 2
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