EllieInChainz
PJ-wearing, fiery-haired, World-creator
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"Are you sure?"
Rebecca wasn't so sure. She'd gained a few pounds and the black lace teddy she had on seemed to show bulges in all of the wrong places. She felt like shrink wrapped ham as the skimpy garment clung to her frame.
"I feel fat in it!" her voice rang around the en-suite bathroom of her and John's cheap hotel room. She looked herself up and down in the mirror. The size had been large on the se-toy website she had bought it from, but now she wasn't so sure. The lace panties were lovely and the stockings finished the ensemble. John did love a girl in stockings.
The trip away had been her idea, since having children they had grown apart. She had time only for the kids and their constant demands and he went off to the pub with his friends or Wargaming with Warhammer Forty K (whatever that was) twice a week. Something to do with expensive plastic model kits, like Airfix but much more expensive. Anyway, the trip away had been planned, they had split the kids between Grandparents and driven about 100 miles from home. The plan being to get some alone time and well fuck like they were teens again, this time with protection, she didn't need a third surprise, especially now she in her late thirties. The term "geriatric mother" simply filled her with dread.
Dinner had gone well and John had organised it all. A fancy steak restaurant with expensive red wine, but Rebecca had gone carefully, knowing that she couldn't bounce around on a full stomach or she'd get acid. Growing older sucked.
She turned reluctantly towards the door, another final anxious look in the mirror. Make-up, hair, slinky outfit around a once curvy, now well... curvier frame. She sighed and pushed the bathroom door open.
Their room was small, a discount room, with just enough room to walk around the large double bed. A small flat screen TV on the wall was playing some kind of nature documentary and John was stretched out, still dressed, with a beer in his hand. He didn't even look up as she entered.
"Ahem?" She tried.
"Hmm?"
He turned and his eyes opened wide as he looked her up and down.
"Oh my god!"
"Oh my god? Shit, I look like a whale don't I? That's it I'm taking it off!" She turned in an anxious fit to go and get out of the outfit. But behind her she heard him hurriedly get up, slamming the bottle on the bedside table. he caught her before she got into the bathroom again, her hand on the door handle, his hand on her shoulder.
"Oh no Bex, that's not what I meant at all, you look... Well you look fucking amazing!"
"Really?" She half-turned her tone hopeful, but as she saw his smile and his wide eyes she recognised the star-struck teenage boy she had seduced in that student bar all those years ago.
"Oh my god..." He repeated, his eyes now full of want and desire.
They kissed and groped, the teddy didn't last long, his hands all over her as they tumbled and giggled on the bed. After some foreplay and heavy petting they lay naked together, Rebecca sweating and breathless, still wearing her stockings. John rubbed his hands up and down her legs then went to part them.
"No get the protection." She whispered.
"I thought you were on the pill?" he asked, the disappointment clear in his voice, he was totally in the moment and hunting for a rubber would stall it.
"I am, but I'm not taking chances." She insisted, she really didn't want to pay for this night with twenty-plus years of servitude.
"Gah! Fiiiiine!" He got off the bed and wandered into the bathroom, she heard things being sorted through and muffled grousing.
"Hurry up!" She called. As she waited she fumbled with the lights, turning the last one right down so he wouldn't be turned off by the blubbery creature on the bed, especially now her make-up was probably smeared, she guessed she looked like if the Joker ate a walrus whole.
She settled down, then turned, going for a "Venus supine" look, her head resting on her hand, facing the bathroom door.
"Baby, there may be a problem with the rubbers!" John called.
"Wrong size?" She asked. John was well-endowed and it was tricky sometimes to get the right fitting.
"No no nothing like that."
He opened the door and stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. As Rebecca's eyes adjusted to the lack of light she could see something glowing. He walked towards her but as he did his massive dick bounced around, framed in glorious luminescent blue. John had bought the glow-in-the-dark ones by mistake.
Rebecca watched, his huge phallus, bouncing up and down glowing faintly blue and out of nowhere the Star Wars music popped into her head. She tried to hold it back, she really did, then a snigger broke out, before long she was laughing so hard she was crying. she couldn't move and her bladder kicked almost making her pee.
"Oh baby, you look like Luke Skywalker!"
John's mirth joined her own and he started humming a song from the film. The moment had gone and they sat laughing together until they cried. The sexual mood ruined, eventually John calmed enough to take the offending item from his now flaccid cock and hugged the woman he loved so much.
"You're a keeper!" He laughed, then headed back towards the bathroom.
"Shall we go for a pint?" he called.
"Yeah, sure... Why not."
Rebecca wasn't so sure. She'd gained a few pounds and the black lace teddy she had on seemed to show bulges in all of the wrong places. She felt like shrink wrapped ham as the skimpy garment clung to her frame.
"I feel fat in it!" her voice rang around the en-suite bathroom of her and John's cheap hotel room. She looked herself up and down in the mirror. The size had been large on the se-toy website she had bought it from, but now she wasn't so sure. The lace panties were lovely and the stockings finished the ensemble. John did love a girl in stockings.
The trip away had been her idea, since having children they had grown apart. She had time only for the kids and their constant demands and he went off to the pub with his friends or Wargaming with Warhammer Forty K (whatever that was) twice a week. Something to do with expensive plastic model kits, like Airfix but much more expensive. Anyway, the trip away had been planned, they had split the kids between Grandparents and driven about 100 miles from home. The plan being to get some alone time and well fuck like they were teens again, this time with protection, she didn't need a third surprise, especially now she in her late thirties. The term "geriatric mother" simply filled her with dread.
Dinner had gone well and John had organised it all. A fancy steak restaurant with expensive red wine, but Rebecca had gone carefully, knowing that she couldn't bounce around on a full stomach or she'd get acid. Growing older sucked.
She turned reluctantly towards the door, another final anxious look in the mirror. Make-up, hair, slinky outfit around a once curvy, now well... curvier frame. She sighed and pushed the bathroom door open.
Their room was small, a discount room, with just enough room to walk around the large double bed. A small flat screen TV on the wall was playing some kind of nature documentary and John was stretched out, still dressed, with a beer in his hand. He didn't even look up as she entered.
"Ahem?" She tried.
"Hmm?"
He turned and his eyes opened wide as he looked her up and down.
"Oh my god!"
"Oh my god? Shit, I look like a whale don't I? That's it I'm taking it off!" She turned in an anxious fit to go and get out of the outfit. But behind her she heard him hurriedly get up, slamming the bottle on the bedside table. he caught her before she got into the bathroom again, her hand on the door handle, his hand on her shoulder.
"Oh no Bex, that's not what I meant at all, you look... Well you look fucking amazing!"
"Really?" She half-turned her tone hopeful, but as she saw his smile and his wide eyes she recognised the star-struck teenage boy she had seduced in that student bar all those years ago.
"Oh my god..." He repeated, his eyes now full of want and desire.
They kissed and groped, the teddy didn't last long, his hands all over her as they tumbled and giggled on the bed. After some foreplay and heavy petting they lay naked together, Rebecca sweating and breathless, still wearing her stockings. John rubbed his hands up and down her legs then went to part them.
"No get the protection." She whispered.
"I thought you were on the pill?" he asked, the disappointment clear in his voice, he was totally in the moment and hunting for a rubber would stall it.
"I am, but I'm not taking chances." She insisted, she really didn't want to pay for this night with twenty-plus years of servitude.
"Gah! Fiiiiine!" He got off the bed and wandered into the bathroom, she heard things being sorted through and muffled grousing.
"Hurry up!" She called. As she waited she fumbled with the lights, turning the last one right down so he wouldn't be turned off by the blubbery creature on the bed, especially now her make-up was probably smeared, she guessed she looked like if the Joker ate a walrus whole.
She settled down, then turned, going for a "Venus supine" look, her head resting on her hand, facing the bathroom door.
"Baby, there may be a problem with the rubbers!" John called.
"Wrong size?" She asked. John was well-endowed and it was tricky sometimes to get the right fitting.
"No no nothing like that."
He opened the door and stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. As Rebecca's eyes adjusted to the lack of light she could see something glowing. He walked towards her but as he did his massive dick bounced around, framed in glorious luminescent blue. John had bought the glow-in-the-dark ones by mistake.
Rebecca watched, his huge phallus, bouncing up and down glowing faintly blue and out of nowhere the Star Wars music popped into her head. She tried to hold it back, she really did, then a snigger broke out, before long she was laughing so hard she was crying. she couldn't move and her bladder kicked almost making her pee.
"Oh baby, you look like Luke Skywalker!"
John's mirth joined her own and he started humming a song from the film. The moment had gone and they sat laughing together until they cried. The sexual mood ruined, eventually John calmed enough to take the offending item from his now flaccid cock and hugged the woman he loved so much.
"You're a keeper!" He laughed, then headed back towards the bathroom.
"Shall we go for a pint?" he called.
"Yeah, sure... Why not."