The Industrial Estate Cafe
written by:
Medellin

The Industrial Estate Cafe

It had been a week or so since my fun with Tasha. I was driving towards a town I had not visited before for an appointment at a factory unit on an industrial estate I did not know. As I drove I reflected on the fun I had had with both Tasha and Chelsea.

Unlike the older woman I had been shagging before, there was no baggage, no husbands or partners to avoid, no texting and re-texting to arrange secretive meetings. Most of all there was no commitment, no misty eyed lady telling you how much they wanted it again just to fill in their own empty lives and sexual satisfaction.

Although I had to admit to myself, the experience of an appreciative and satisfied older woman had always been a positive one. I knew that most had never experienced a penis like mine, nor would many of them experience the like again. Maybe they had experienced an above average length, but never realised that a guy could be hung so thick! I also knew from experience that some had never had another cock inside them except their husband and maybe not realised what they had been missing all these years.

These younger girls, however, seemed to have no inhibitions at all. They desired cock and enjoyed getting fucked. Even though, it seemed their expectation was that the guy was only after them for the relief they could deliver. Hand job, blowjob or quick fuck all seemed the same to them. Foreplay was all verbal, no thought given to stimulating or exciting the lady or to giving her satisfaction. This is where I was winning, a mature chat up line or two and a bit of special treatment was all it seemed to take to get them to drop their knickers. Then once they saw the outline of what lay hidden inside my trousers, they were putty in my hands. This was so much fun, but for how long could it last like this before something ruined the fun?

My mind went back to finding my appointment. I knew approximately where the industrial estate was and turned off the by-pass at the junction I thought was right. This led me into an area of older housing, which I would still call a council estate, even though most of the houses would now be privately owned. I drove slowly through looking for the entrance to the industrial estate. As I drove I thought to myself, this was home territory to the Chav, I might be here on business but you never knew what might happen. I passed a typical row of shops with buggies parked outside. There they were, a few older chavs, already knocked up, single or maybe married, around the buggies talking and smoking. I felt the slug in my trousers twinge, it had a mind of its own and I guess could almost smell the pussy.

I had to admit I was lost as I passed the same row of shops a few minutes later. By this time the mother and toddler group had moved off and leaning against the wall, by herself, playing with her phone was a lone chavette, short skirt, puffa jacket and long jet black hair.

I pulled up and hit the window button as I leaned across from the driver's seat.

"Excuse me, could you help?" I called to her. She looked up from her phone and starred at me. I repeated myself.

"Excuse me I am lost, could you please direct me to the Redcliffe Industrial Estate?" She shrugged her shoulders and walked the couple of paces towards the car. She leant down to the window height and rested her arms on the open ledge.

"Whad did yer say?" she questioned. It seemed an ideal opportunity to turn on the Chav charmer approach.

"Look, I am sorry to bother you, but I am trying to find the Redcliffe Industrial Estate, would you happen to know its whereabouts?" I put on my best posh accent. She beamed a smile and seemed to relax.

"Sorry" she said lifting her eyes. "I thought you was some bloke trying a pick up or something" she paused, "you know like, a blow job for a tenner". She giggled. Once again I had seemed to strike possible Chav gold. I began to wonder if they did anything else except think about or actually be engaged in sex.

"I wish I had the time" I quickly responded and then added, "but I have an appointment and I am late" She smile again, as she moved I could see inside her open puffa jacket, she wore a T-shirt, at the angle she leant in the window, it flopped down and her ample cleavage between two large orbs was well displayed. I smiled at her and concluded with a simple throw-away line. "I think you would be worth a lot more than a tenner, but then who am I to know?" She giggled and smiled.

"You are funny, I mean posh funny, not funny queer or anything like that" she was giggling again, although I was late and not getting an answer to my question, she was amiable and I was enjoying the banter.

"Look it would be fun to carry on this weird conversation. But I am not I looking for a blowjob for a tenner and anyway you might get a surprise you did not expect" I smiled to myself imagining how she would react once she saw the size of my cock. "You are a delightful young lady worth far more than a tenner if I did want a blow job, but I am looking for the Redcliffe estate. Do you know where it is?" She giggled again, obviously saw I was staring straight at her chest and lifted her arm to cover across her open chest.

"Oi, stop staring at my tits, you pervert". She said sharply, then slowly lowered her hand again revealing her cleavage whilst she smiled, she was sending a clear message she liked be ogled at. "Redcliffe estate is down here past the next two roads on the left and then turn right". She stood back up again and pointed ahead.

"Thanks, most kind" I said in my mocking posh voice. "A pleasure talking to you but I must go. Thanks again". I started to raise the window, but she leant back and put her hand on the top to stop me.

"If you ever did want that blowjob, I would not charge you anything, you know" she smiled and withdrew her hand.

I gulped and smiled raising the window. The blood was flowing into the slug in my trousers. Two direct messages. Yes, you can look down my cleavage I don't mind and if you want a blow job, I'm your girl. Pity I had an appointment. As I drove off I looked in the mirror, she was already back leaning against the wall and playing with her phone.

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I found the unit thanks to the directions from the chav. The meeting was shorter than I expected but I got the order I was pitching for. I was feeling good as I drove out of the unit and tried to retrace my steps back towards the parade of shops from where I knew how to get back to the by-pass and back home.

As I reached the shops, the girl was still there playing with her phone. I was relaxed and had time to spare, what was there to loose I thought. I slowed down, pulling up at the kerb in front of her and dropped the passenger side window.

"Hey" I called out, "still no takers then?" Her head shot up and she stared at me, then slowly a smile broke across her face as she almost skipped the coupe of paces to the car window. She leant in and once again I got another eyeful of her substantial cleavage.

"Thanks" I smiled at her. "Found the place and had a good meeting, think I owe you" I raised my eyebrows at her "Can I buy you a coffee to say thanks for helping a lost soul find his way".

She seemed genuinely pleased. I was not sure if it was my success with her directions or the offer of coffee. She opened the car door and dropped into the seat, pulling the seat belt into place quickly.

"Just up the road is a caff, if that's what you want" These chavs seemed to be happy to get into a strangers car so easily. I could not decide if it was just a casual use of words or significant in the phrase "if that's what you want". But she seemed ready and willing anyway. As I pulled away I asked.

"So what's your name? Mine is Steve" I enquired

"Tina Marie", but only mi mum ever uses the Marie bit, mi mates all call me Tina".

Tina seemed pleased to be sitting next to me and I was once again thinking "Do these chavs have a brain hard wired for sex?" She kept smiling across at me as I drove which was most distracting as she had a wonderful smile.

"Left here" she indicated pointing with her hand. I turned left into a road with several shops and a cafe in the centre. "Park anywhere here" she said. I pulled up and switched the engine off. Tina looked at me with her wide open eyes.

"Would you like a coffee?" I asked.

"Only if you do" was the reply. I swallowed hard. What I wanted was to fuck her brains out, but I guessed coffee could be an important step on the road!

"Yes why not" I answered and opened the door to get out. By the time I had circuited the car she was out and walking towards the door. I followed her into the cafe. The lady behind the counter seemed to recognise her. She went towards a table in the corner, stopped and took off her coat throwing it onto the seat opposite, making it clear that my seat had to be at her side. For the first time I could assess her body. She was quite skinny wearing a short denim skirt and thick tights. But the cleavage I had seen was less evident under a tight white top with a scoop neck that formed tight around her ample breasts. Maybe not the world's best looking woman, but for sure was I would not kick it out of bed.

"Tea, coffee?" I questioned.

"Naw, just water like". I nodded and headed for the counter. When I returned with my coffee and her water she was seated and texting on her phone.

"So Tina what do you do?" I quizzed her. She thought a long time before answering.

"Not a lot" was the reply. "Like I babysit for mi sister and her friends a bit and like help out in the nail bar like where mi mum works, but mi mum like gives me money and that" she giggled and changed the subject. "Hey Steve, I weren't serious about blow jobs for a tenner, you know. I am not a hooker or nuthin like that you know". I decided to push at the open door.

"Tina, how could I think that" I exclaimed showing surprise and putting on my poshest accent. "As I said to you before, I think you are worth a lot more than ten pounds." I paused and added. "But I am sure a young lady like you doesn't do, as you say, blow jobs anyway with a stranger".

She glanced down at her phone and looked embarrassed. Then she lifted her eyes and spoke softly.

"Look I meant what I said like" she paused. I let her take her time. "You're like different, all educated and posh and like well mature" I liked it and let her continue. "I could, I mean I would give you a blow job if you want it like. That's why I came here with you, I mean, that came out all wrong" she blushed. I mean I like wanted to find out if you were as nice as in the car". Her eyes focused on mine, waiting for an answer. I took my time, first I wanted to savour the moment - a chav without my prompting offering a blow job, then deciding how to retract to it. Second I was thinking how I would explain about the size of my slug. She might offer a blowjob, but she might get more than she expected in more ways than one.

"Tina" I paused and drew breath. "Tina, that's a bit of a surprise offer, given that we have only been talking a few minutes. It's not what I was expected when I asked you to have a coffee. I admit that I had a good look down your cleavage when you leant in the window of the car, both times, but a blow job? Wow". I raised my eyebrows and paused again still amazed at such a direct offer. I could feel my cock harden and thicken as the blood started to flow. Why waste time I thought and took the plunge. "Tina, well, er, I think my penis would certainly react positively to your suggestion, but I have to warn you that you may not have handled or sucked a penis like this before," she laughed and took a swig from her bottle of water.

"What's your problem? Only got a little winkie or just can't get it ard". Cocks are all the same to me, even if you call it a penis. She put her hand on top of mine, it was warm. She looked at me with puppy dog eyes. "Hey, don't worry. I can just wank it gently if you like, give you a handjob? Is that what your missus does eh? Lots of em boys think they got big cocks, but it ain't nuffink like some of them black boys has, my sister's friend George says they are much bigger and they have no trouble getting ard". I was getting a lecture on cock size I didn't need but it bought me a little time and opened up a new line of questioning.

"George he knows about black cocks then does he?" I questioned eager to understand how chavs shared knowledge. She giggled

"George ain't a bloke, she's mi sisters best friend Georgina" she paused and added "I do like baby sittin for er and that when she goes to work. I have been expecting her to text me bout today". She looked down at her phone out of reflex. I smiled to myself at least one Chav had a decent name even if it did get shortened and cause confusion.

"So Georgina or George, knows about black cocks then?" I repeated

"Well she says so, like she's had some in the past and she says they are biggest she's had. She's is older, like my sister, so she has had older men too, like married and that". This was proving interesting so I urged her to continue. She dropped her eyes and spoke softly. "Actually that's why I made you the offer and wanted to get in the car". I urged her to go on, sliding my hand out from under hers and then squeezing her hand under my own on the table. "She was like telling me that the older men had like different cocks and they used them in a different way. George said she liked how they used them to excite her." I moved my eyes to show interest "Like they take longer to cum than the younger boys I would know and how they did more than just rub it against you to make them cum." She put her other hand to her mouth in mocked surprise. "And George says sometimes they have like big purple bell ends and loads of dark veins and she says she likes that. But I've never seen one like that for real". I squeezed her hand again.

"Well, your sister's friend George sounds a very discerning lady. Clearly experienced and with taste" I mocked a little. "Guess older men have learnt how to use the tools they were given better, more practice maybe, more experienced, better for themselves and for the lady too. I am sure George gets significant pleasure being, how would you say, shagged by older men. That is as long as she does not get caught shagging them by their wives". I paused, "So are you telling me that you thought you might see if you could find out for yourself some of the things George has been telling you about mature men?"

She nodded. I put my finger under her chin and lifted it. I smiled at her.

"So you want to find out what a mature cock is like then?" She smiled back. I gently lifted her hand from the table and kissed it. "Tina, don't worry, I never have a problem getting hard, it's just that maybe it's a bit bigger than those little winkies you talk about. Oh and just so you know, I don't have a missus to give me wank or a blow job. I get my satisfaction when and how the occasion arrives" I raised my eyebrows again as I moved her hand under the table and placed it onto my lap. Her fingers slowly started to feel around my cock. I looked into her eyes as they grew wider, her mouth dropped open as her fingers explored further.

"Oh my fuck what is that, you are avin a laugh, am I feeling some cucumber or somethink" she looked down and lifted her hand. There was the clear outline of a long fat cock straining along the lap of my trousers. She started to feel it again, this time more enquiring than investigating. She looked up and a smile broke across her face.

"I thought you was having a laugh when you made comments about your cock, but you are a serious player with this....mmmmm". Her fingers were continuing to explore and my cock was responding to the attention, now solid as a stick of rock and ready to be sucked!

"So Tina what do we do? I have a hard cock and you want to explore it. Do you know somewhere we can go because if you keep up that attention you are giving it, I am going to make a big mess in my pants and that would be a waste, wouldn't it? I questioned.

She was still smiling like the cat that got the cream. Maybe the pussy would get some cream later if she could find a solution to our common need.

Before she could answer her phone on the table gave a loud ping. However excited she was by my cock, as expected the lure of knowing what the message would say overrode everything. With her free hand she picked up the phone and checked the message. Appearing to ignore me, but with one hand still rubbing my cock through the material, she smiled to herself and tapped a long reply, Eventually she put the phone down. She gave my cock a big squeeze through my trousers and spoke.

"That was George, wants me to take the baby later this morning. If she only knew what I had my fingers round right now, she would be well jealous. We gotta get on and let me get some of this quick. Look through that door" she pointed to the door marked toilets. "There are like two toilets. I will be in the ladies, but I won't lock the door. Give me a couple of minutes and then follow me" she scraped the chair as she got up, picked up her phone but left her coat. A watched as she disappeared through the door.

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It was a messy corridor I entered a couple of minutes later. Boxes, rubbish and things strewn around. I saw the door marked Ladies and gently pushed it open. No sign of Tina as I entered the small room not much larger than a cubicle with a toilet and a washbasin. A pile of clothes were strewn on the toilet seat. I stepped in further and felt the door close behind me. Someone flipped the lock. I turned around she had been behind the door.

She had been busy since she left me. The clothes on the toilet seat were hers as she stood before me wearing a bra and a pair of frilly black hipsters. The body looked good, better unclothed than clothed, her breasts tightly held together inside the bra creating a cute cleavage that looked ready to take my cock, a navel ring I had not noticed before and her legs apart, the gap reminiscent of one of those girls you know who just fuck too much!

Tina was clearly not wasting time. I did not know what arrangement she had come to with the mysterious George, but it seemed time was of the essence. She stepped forward and leant her body against mine. I felt her breasts against my chest and her pelvis against my cock. She kissed me lightly on the lips as her pelvis started to gyrate. She kissed my neck, her hands pushed against my chest as they slid down towards my stomach. I instantly knew what she was doing as her body slid down mine. I looked down. She was on her knees, my view was of an amazing cleavage cupped in the tight bra.

I could see her hands attacking my trousers, I could feel her touch as she first uncoupled my belt, then unclipped the fastener and finally I felt and heard the zip as she slowly pulled it down. She pulled open the front of my trousers. My cock still restrained by my jockeys.

"Oh fuck me" she gasped. I looked down and smiled. The front of my trousers hung open and beneath the tails of my shirt the black jockey pants were stretched by a ridge that looked as if a large fat sausage had been stuffed inside. I saw her hand move up to the elastic, I felt her fingers under the band and I watched as she eased the material down over the ridge. My cock literally sprung free like a released coil. She kept on pulling my jockeys down determined to release my balls as well.

"Oh my god, it's a fucking monster" was the next exclamation. My cock still slowly swinging from the release, my balls a tight sack tucked up tight underneath, the whole machine overdue some real action. I was gagging for release. Right now she could have tossed me off, sucked me dry or give me a titty wank. I would not have cared how my relief came. But I played as cool as I could.

"So you like what you see?" It was parodied understatement. Her fingers had already closed around the stem as she started a slow wanking motion.

"Oh god yes" she almost whimpered as her second hand closed over the bulb and she flicked her finger over the sensitive tip she was certainly good at it, experienced even!

"So does it match up to George's description of a mature cock? I enquired.

"Oh it's fuckin magic Steve. She would be so jealous that I got it first not her. I bet she would love it". A strange comment, but I let it pass. The next sound she made was not a word but the sound a whimper like a wounded animal as her lips closed over the engorged and excited purple bell-head. I was right Tina knew just how to handle man meat. From her comments it was the first mature cock she had savoured and maybe even the biggest she had personally handled, but the practice she had made with younger, smaller specimens had been far from wasted!

She was so good. Her lips and tongue working together like a feather and velvet glove. At the same time tickling to create excitement and providing a soft comfort channel. I placed my hands behind her head and pushed her further onto my cock as I pumped my hips forward. She gagged and pulled back, my cock slipped out and swung around. She looked up at me with her puppy dog eyes. Once again my eyes were drawn to her bra enhanced cleavage. Her hand reached out and captured by free swinging cock. Her clasped hand slid easily along its length, lubricated by her saliva.

She looked up at me gasping and panting at the same time. I recognised even if she didn't, that she would climax soon. I knew I would not last much longer either. I wanted her to enjoy the moment, get something more from this than just satisfying me.

Her mouth closed around my swollen and excited member once again, as her hand moved up and down, rotating at the same time, a technique I had learnt was so beloved of hookers to get their clients to come quickly. She looked up at me as I teased my fingers through her hair.

"You want to do my titties, don't you? Her eyes were now pleading with me! I nodded. Yes I wanted that, yes I wanted her lips sucking my cock, yes I wanted to plunder her pussy with my cock. Anything as long as I came.

She pulled herself back up to full height and reached behind her back. Her bra fell away, her young firm breasts dropped a little. Her nipples were tiny but puckered and hard. Bright almost rosy pink. I stared at them. I could not help myself.

"So like what you see?" she mimicked me. I nodded. "Want to wank your cock up my cleavage?" I nodded again, my eyes still fixed on her young pert breasts. She squatted on her haunches and my eyes were drawn back to her lacy hipsters, stretched as her squatting motion involuntarily opened her legs wide. Her pelvic bones protruded either side of her pussy as the fabric stretched tight over her pussy lips. From the way she squatted it looked like she was used to going down on a cock like a cowgirl who knew just how to "buck her bronco". She caught my eyes and looked down. Looking back up she giggled.

"Well you can't be greedy. It's spunk over my tits or up my cunt you can't have it both ways. Even for that fabulous thick hard dick of yours, that's an impossibility this time". I made a mental note of the "this time". That might not be in my shagging plans even if it was in hers.

I had to decide? Get her knickers off and split that inviting cunt, as she called it. Stretch it wider than it had ever been stretched and blast her deeper inside than man had yet to go, or stay with plan A and let her use her inviting breasts to bring me off and enjoy seeing her wearing a pearl necklace.

"Go on Tina, give me the best titty wank you can" she positively beamed and stretched out her hand. Once again I felt her fingers grasp the prize she was so enjoying.

Like a duck she waddled a couple of squats nearer, enough to rest the bell of my cock between her breasts. She adjusted her height using one hand on the floor to steady herself then she lifted her hands under each of her orbs. I heard her take a sharp intake of breath and as I looked down her hands slowly squeezed her breasts together and my cock slowly disappeared into the fold of her cleavage. There was a massive sigh, then a squeal and she wobbled dangerously, her hand dropping to the floor once again to steady herself. The breathing was deep and laboured. My cock swung free. I guessed the girl had suddenly reached the limit. She was motionless for what seemed like ages and I thought I had blown the chance.

Eventually she looked up at me, an unsure half smile on her lips.

"Sorry, I think I came. Sorry". She looked worried, I wanted to reassure her.

"Ok Tina, don't worry yourself. I am pleased you got your pleasure". I was trying hard to disguise that at any second my cock was going to explode, such was my own excitement.

"No, no I want your cum" she was almost crying. "I want it now" she almost tumbled over as she once again grabbed at my aching cock. As she moved I could see what had happened. On the floor between her legs was a large wet patch. She had either been a massive squirter or had wet herself. It did not matter, as long as she came then my duty to ensure that young chavs got properly excited and maybe for the first time had a real good orgasm. had been achieved. Well and a bit of satisfaction for myself.

My thoughts were distracted as my cock once again was lost in the soft folds of Tina's breasts. This time she was able to concentrate and build up a rhythm and boy was it good. The angle was excellent and she was determined to make it up to me. She kept dribbling saliva down her chin and cleavage to create a fantastic lubrication. My cock just slid easily up and down the warm soft sleeve as tight as any MILF's pussy I had reamed. She had her head tucked down into her neck, her tongue flashing to try and lick my sensitive purple tip which she hit randomly sending a massive tingle through my body. I knew I was not going to last much longer,

"Oh shit Tina here it comes" and it did. It was on the upstroke that the first pulse of cum shot upwards. It struck the side of her face leaving strands of cum from her cheek to her chin. She gasped and screamed.

"Oh fuck me no". But the answer was yes time and again as my balls emptied a full load. Her lips, eyes, cheeks, chin and neck all became involuntary targets as my pulsating stick just kept pumping spunk out.

By the time it had stopped, she was panting again, her face painted as if a machine gun had sprayed white bullets in indiscriminate carnage. She fell back on her haunches, her legs apart. She looked destroyed, cum everywhere, not as cute as a pearl necklace more the result of a bukake session.

Now I could see the large wet patch on her knickers. She looked a mess and was nearly in tears. I pulled a handful of paper towels from the dispenser and passed them down to her. She thanked me and started to wipe her face and neck clean of my cum. I pulled another handful and wiped my now softening cock. I helped her to her feet, we did not talk but exchanged several smiles. I put my finger to the base of her cleavage and drew it upwards through the mix of saliva and cum that glistened. I offered it to her and she leant forward and sucked it clean.

"Mmm, your cum is as tasty as I expected" she paused, then continued with confidence. "that was magic. I would love to do it again or play some other dirty games with you sometime. You gonna give me your number aren't you?" I had been dreading this.

"Of course." I smiled. "When we get back to the table. OK?

I finished dressing myself. Tina replaced her bra and started to put on the rest of her clothes. She checked her make up in the mirror and turned to me.

"Steve, thank you. That has to be the best excitement I have ever had". She put her arms round my neck and kissed me deep, hard and long, pushing her breasts and pelvis once again hard against my body. I could not hold back from one last taunt.

"Do you think George would have enjoyed that?" I quizzed. She frowned and spoke.

"I think you are a bit obsessed with Georgina" she looked upset.

"How can I be, I have never met her, only heard what you have told me" She just ginned.

"Come let's go" she leant past me and unlocked the door, opened it and checked the corridor. "You wait a couple of minutes again and then come out" she gave me a peck on the cheek and then slid past me out the door.

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As I opened the door back into the cafe I was wondering what would greet me? Strange looks from the other clients or indifference? But there was a surprise.

Tina was sitting back at the table but in my seat opposite sat another woman, older than Tina, behind her a buggy containing a young child.

I walked to the table and stopped. The lady looked up at me and smiled. She was very attractive. Robed in a dress that not only covered her body but her arms as well. It clung tight in all the right places and added something difficult to describe. She was like a package waiting to be unwrapped. Her make-up was immaculate and perfect for her cute round face, her neatly cut blond hair hung under and around her chin. The complete vision was topped with a smile that was warm and electric. Wow, after having my chav relief with Tina, this lady could get me hard again in an instant - if only the chance came!

"Hey Steve, this is Georgina, you know my sister's friend I spoke about" Tina had a mischievous grin on her face as if she knew something I didn't. This was where she had agreed to meet her and she knew that it would be obvious what we had been doing.

"Pleased to meet you. A true unexpected pleasure". I held my hand out and she took it. She felt warm and soft.

So this was George. I could not work her out? She dressed and made up like a mature woman with her child in the buggy - a MILF, but she was associated with Tina - so she was still a chav, just bit older and more experienced. She was not like Karen, Chelsea's mum. She was older, a true MILF. So this was a new hybrid species and I liked the look of it.

"So you are Tina's new posh friend." She smiled. "Hmmm she was right". I wondered what that meant. Tina had only had a couple of minutes to recount our fun.

"Friend might be a bit strong, acquaintance maybe". I wanted the situation clear as to how I saw it.

"Oh Steve" Tina was using her pleading voice and puppy dog eyes again. "You promised me your number. Do you remember when I was on my knees in front of you" she was teasing in front of George. "You must remember, I had your big.....long....thick....hard.....cock between my lips". She ran her tongue round her lips and looked directly at George. "You remember it was just before you..........came" I had to admit I was cornered.

"Ok". I capitulated. "Take your phone out". She rummaged in her bag and took the phone out. George was observing in a detached way and looked at her watch.

I went through my number slowly as she tapped the keys. George was looking agitated. Eventually she spoke.

"Look, I don't want to break up the party or anything, but I gotta get to work and I am already late for the bus". Tina reacted instantly.

"Hun, soz, look don't worry Charlie will be ok with me, you go". I saw an interesting opportunity opening up and a "get out of jail free card" too.

"Where are you heading" I enquired of George. She turned towards me and a smile broke over her face.

"Centre of town" she paused and then continued. "Any chance of a ride" I think the comment was ironic, but whatever, she was making it easier all round, with one exception. My cock twitched at her comment. Down boy I thought, you are in no state to handle this one. Not right now anyway.

"Think I am going that way anyway". George scraped the chair to get up. I looked at Tina. She was looking disappointed. "Hey, no worries, you have my number". Maybe I was being cavalier but it was an exit route. Meanwhile George bent down and kissed her child and smiled at Tina.

"Don't worry Hun! I will look after him". She nodded towards me.

"That's what worries me" mumbled Tina.

I kissed Tina and gave her a cuddle and whispered in her ear how good she had been. This seemed to make her brighter.

I followed George out of the door, indicating the car and pulsing the electronic key to open the door. George opened it and sat in the passenger seat with an air of confidence.

I drove off once again towards the shops where I had first spotted Tina. As we drove George was asking me questions, trying to build a picture from the information Tina had shared with her in the short period they were together. I told her that although I did not live locally I had just won a contract and from the next week, might be staying in the area.

"Lucky Tina" she commented. "I guess she might be getting some more of that cock she was telling me about". I hesitated, not wanting to commit, making a sort of mumbled sound. An awkward silence followed, finally she added "I guess Tina is ok, but she is still young and inexperienced. It seems from what she said she was surprised at what you were packing. Bit overwhelmed I would say".

"We all have our challenges" I shrugged.

"Hmm, sounds like my sort of challenge"

"So I hear" I wondered where this conversation might lead.

"So what did Tina say about me. Come on be honest". I hesitated, but what the hell, she could only slap my face and demand I stop the car to let her out. Somehow I did not think that was likely to happen.

"Well, I think she looks up to you. Your experienced with men and she seemed pleased that she was getting the fun from me, not you". George let out a laugh, I continued. "She commented that you must have experienced plenty of bigger cocks, because you like a bit of black and that you were a bit of a flirt with married men" she laughed again.

"Cheeky little slut. What does she know. Yes I like a bit of black. Show me a girl that doesn't? Married men, hmm that's different. Well you know what you are getting and they like a bit of fun and you can keep getting them to pay for the drinks. Guess some of them get bored at home, so they always wanna try something different, you know maybe a bit kinky sometimes. Well now I knew the philosophy of George. Keep buying the drinks, make sex interesting, even "kinky" and above all deliver on size. Sounds like it played to my strengths.

I tried to change the subject and indicted I was going to need somewhere to live for a short period. George asked if I knew what I wanted. I said I did not know but maybe a serviced apartment. She said she knew a block like it and might be a good place to drop her.

She guided me towards the centre of town and she indicated a place to pull up, outside an apartment block. She got out a scrap of paper from her bag and picked up my pen that lay in the centre tray between the seats.

"I will write the address of this place, so you don't forget" she paused looking up at me "and my phone number in case you might like some company while you are in town". I nodded.

She opened the car door, then leant back across and kissed my cheek.

"Thanks for the ride". She winked, then lowered her eyes and looked at my lap. "Pity I gotta go to work, I am sure that thing would do wonders for me right now if I had the time".

She kissed me again and then eased her way back and shut the door. I watched her walk off down the street and then pulled away. Perhaps I should have asked her when she got off work after the last comment, but too late now.

But then I would be back the next week and already had two phone numbers and a couple of guaranteed shags ahead!...................