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“After wandering about the docks and surroundings, I found this hostelry for retired merchant seaman, veterans from the war. Many are disabled or unable to find work, or too old to work. Forgotten heroes. I sit with them. Read them letters. Write ones too, if they can’t. Play card games. Make tea. That kind of thing.” Rick’s eyes flittered about, uncertain where to look. Leah thought he was embarrassed by his activities, nothing borne out of shame, simply that he didn’t want praise. However, she couldn’t help showing her emotions, the prick of tears in her eyes, and she gave him her most beaming smile.
“That is so kind of you,” she said. “Now I know, I can imagine you there, chatting and keeping them company. I’m proud of you, Rick. You’re such a good man.”
“Am I?” he said with a scowl. “Some days…” His voice trailed off and he was back to looking at the window screen.
She stroked her hand up and down his trousers, feeling his firm muscle and her fingertips reached his groin.
Rick sighed, gave his head a little shake and then trapped her hand beneath his. “This is the real reason you wanted to sit in the front.” He shifted her hand over, towards his fly. She could feel the bulge, the movement as his cock grew and pushed against his clothing. He swallowed hard.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Rick pushed his seat back away and lowered it so that his head dropped below the line of the window. Leah leaned towards him, twisting and turning, until she managed to kneel on the passenger seat, scrunched up and crawling towards him, over the shift stick and handbrake.
“A challenge for you,” he said with a wry expression.
“I’m up to it,” she said with a grin.
She delved into his fly, seeking and finding her prey. It was a tempting, luring bait for Leah, making her mouth water and her pussy excited. Opening her mouth, she enveloped him, sinking down and coiling her tongue about his hardness as she slid down. She reached the limits of her oral penetration and lifted her head back up, before dipping down again. Her cheeks drew in and her lips sealed about his velvet skin, locking her mouth onto him and sucking hard. His bulbous tip filled her mouth and Rick moaned.
He laid there, eyes shut and breathing rapidly. Occasionally he muttered, almost a growl of contentment. Her languishing pace teased him. She deliberately lingered, tickled with her tongue and nearly nipped him with her teeth. He would tolerate it, up to a point, and then he would grow frustrated. She waited for the hand, the one that would seek out her head and a fistful of hair. The one that would take away her control and instigate his.
It came after a few minutes, the familiar sting on the scalp and the nearly forceful lowering of her head on his cock. Far from hating his intervention, Leah loved his direction. It made the task of gratifying him harder, with more spluttering and gasping for snatched breaths, but inside she stirred and her clitoris engorged. She imagined her swollen sex, the lips about her vagina, calling to her for reli
ef.
His semen arrived quicker than she had expected, striking her soft palate with hot spurts of thick treacle. A pool collected on her tongue; she let it lie there, holding it in her mouth before gulping, almost greedily. He snorted, amused at her enthusiasm. Releasing his grip, he stroked her hair, calming her and letting her clean him with her tongue.
“You’d best get to work,” he said, zipping up his fly and raising his seat.
Leah shuffled back into her own seat, straightening her white dress.
“Your lipstick. You need to re-apply it,” he pointed out.
Leah tidied up the smudges and added another layer of rich crimson to her lips. “Look good?” she asked, turning to face him.
“Yes,” he said softly. “You always look beautiful.”
Leah spent the day at work, bouncing on her feet, buoyed by her discovery of at least one of Rick’s secrets, also the thrill of being a front seat passenger, sitting next to him and seeing his face directly, not in a mirror. She may have been left needy, but come evening, he would pay her back and the wait would be worth every second.
Chapter Seven
“The beach!” said Leah with clear delight.
“It’s a magnificent May Sunday. Sunshine, warm, and if you would like to join me, Miss Leah, I thought a picnic on the beach at Formby.”
Her answer came in the form of a kiss, planted on his lips across the breakfast bowls. A smile lit up on her face, such an exquisite expression of pleasure, with her little white teeth glinting in the morning light.
“Good. That’s decided then.” Rick rose, picking up the cups and dishes, ready to wash them up in the bowl. Behind him, Leah—a slow eater—munched on cornflakes.
She wasn’t a slow learner; that he could concede. The trip to the nightclub, spanking her on the stage, had triggered a vast improvement in her attitude. He had believed that Leah seemed unable to see where she was going, to switch direction and put things right. Yet, she had changed almost straightaway and she hadn’t been late for work since. He didn’t think it was entirely down to the spanking. After all, it was obvious to him that she took some sexual pleasure from it, even if it sprang up inside her unconsciously.
Just as he would slam the brakes of the car if somebody dashed out into the road, Leah had hit her brakes too. She had almost given up her nightlife, and if she did go out, it was to a restaurant or a café, to talk and socialise properly. Her girlfriends had teased her about her lack of interest in the night scene, unaware of Rick’s influence, and she had come home tearful. Leah couldn’t use the excuse of money, it was abundant in her coffers, nor ill health, as she rarely ailed.
Rick held her close and told her good friends didn’t judge or reject friendships so easily. Her closest friend, Jane, had not been unsympathetic and he suggested to Leah that she kept those who were important close to her and not worry about the others.
“Who are you doing this for?” he had asked her. “Because if it is just for me, it is the wrong reason. I want you to look after yourself, not ruin your friendships. I’m not stopping you having fun, I’m asking you to do it responsibly.”
Snuffling and burying her head in his chest hairs, she had nodded in understanding and drifted off to sleep. It was during those moments that Rick felt a burden of responsibility to Leah. She looked up to him increasingly, seeking his advice and ideas and taking the slightest admonishment with a contrite expression. The sullen, petulant Leah of three years ago had departed and not come back.
