The Play -Complete

Chapter Six



I washed my hair and scrubbed myself with my favourite shower gel quicker than I ever had before and in ten minutes I was standing in front of a long mirror in Alan’s room staring at my reflection. I was wearing my pink night set, the lace clinging to my full curves and pulling my breasts together so they formed an inviting cleavage. I had found a black silk bathrobe, obviously one of Alan’s and threw it around myself before walking into the kitchen to find Alan.



He looked up as I walked in. ‘Wow. That suits you better than it does me!’ He laughed and handed me a glass of red wine. I sipped it and looked at him. He had been reading a book while he waited and he put this to one side before taking my hand and leading me into the lounge. He had closed the curtains, lit some candles and a fire was crackling in the grate.



‘I am going for my shower…’ He murmured in my ear, gently kissing the back of my neck. ‘There’s a pile of CD’s over there…put something on if you want, I wont be long…’



I turned and smiled at him and he winked before leaving the room. ‘Oh my god…’ I thought to myself ‘he’s as horny as fuck!’ I smiled and shook my head. I would never have believed I would have the hots for a man Alan’s age or that he could make me feel, well, so desirable.

Walking over to the CD rack I flicked through… bit of classical, I expected that. Some opera, Carole King, The Beatles and… my heart jumped into my throat. Tom Waits! I used to love listening to him at home with my Dad and I grabbed it eagerly and put it into the machine. His gravely voice filled the room and I curled up into the corner of the couch, singing along softly in harmony the way I did when my Dad would sing. It had been a long time and it brought back a lot of happy memories. I sipped at my wine and allowed myself to wallow for a while.



‘You have very good taste…’ I heard Alan speak softly as he came back into the room.



‘I love him, it brings back a lot of memories.’ I smiled at him and tried to brush away the tears that had suddenly sprung into my eyes. I looked at him. His hair was damp and he was wearing a clean white shirt and black jeans. His feet were bare and their length struck me. How can someone have sexy feet?



He grabbed his wine glass and sat next to me on the sofa. ‘Memories? A lover?’ He smiled at me slowly.



‘No! I don’t always think about sex!’ I giggled. ‘My Dad. He used to listen to him, play along. We’d sing together. It was… good…’ I smiled at him.



He was leaning forward listening intently as I spoke and looked so gorgeous I wanted to shag him there and then. ‘Keep some dignity Carrie…’ I thought to myself and bit my bottom lip to keep my mind on the conversation and not the tempting bulge at the front of his jeans.

‘I take he’s not around now, your Dad?’ Alan sipped his wine and looked at me, his eyes warm, interested.



‘No. I was ten. He went to work, never came home… I’m used to it but sometimes, it comes back to me, you know…’ I turned my attention to my wine and took a large mouthful. I didn’t want to dwell on the sad part of losing my Dad and anyway, Tom Waits was still singing.



‘I know exactly…’ Alan leant over and lifted my hand, bringing it gently to his lips and kissing the tips of my fingers. I smiled at him and had a very sexy flash back of straddling him on the stage. I felt colour creeping up my throat and grinned at him. I didn’t want to wait any longer.



I stood up and put my wine glass on the side table, turned and walked towards where Alan was sitting on the sofa. He was watching me intently and as I reached him, I bent my head to his. Our lips met in a deep, passionate kiss and I licked his mouth, pushing my tongue gently inside and exploring as his tongue sought mine. I carried on kissing him as I took his wine glass out of his hand, placing it on the table next to the sofa. I felt his hands running through my hair, holding my face as I parted my legs and knelt up either side of him. I let my lips drift to his throat and kissed his neck, running my tongue along the soft flesh and I felt him adjust his position beneath me, letting out a small sigh.



I sat back a little, unbuttoning his shirt as I stared into his eyes. His lids were heavy, his mouth slightly open and his breath was coming in short bursts. He was so ready to be fucked and I was happy to oblige.



‘You are a very sexy man Alan…did you know that?’ I breathed at him. I could feel his erection underneath me and wanted him inside me desperately. Talking was a distraction, I wanted to savour every moment.



‘For an old man, you mean?’ He smiled at me and started to stroke my legs either side of him, gently moving them up to my thigh and lifting the hem of the robe to stroke underneath. His hands were but soft and smooth, his movements deliberate and sensual. I was soaking wet with anticipation and gasped as he ran a finger slowly under the edge of my lace panties to stroke my buttocks.



‘Are you old? I hadn’t noticed…’ I grinned at him and bent forward to kiss him again. I couldn’t get enough of his lips and the taste of his mouth. I could feel Alan smiling under my mouth and he wrapped his arms around my before twisting us both around so I was lying on my back.



‘I think you’ve been on top quite enough for one day.’ His voice was deep and sexy and I shivered with anticipation. He had taken control and it was turning me on even more than I was already. I could feel my juices starting to trickle a little down my leg, my vagina pulsing and throbbing in anticipation.



He propped his head on his arm and with his free hand started to untie my robe. I giggled as his eyes widened in surprise at what I was wearing.



‘You like?’ I grabbed the front of his unbutton shirt and started to pull him towards me. He resisted, laughing.



‘No way!’ He unclamped my hands from his shirt and grinned at me. ‘You wear some thing that sexy and expect me not to enjoy it? I don’t think so, Carrie…’ His voice was deep, with a sexy edge to it betraying his lust. Alan stood up and held his hand out. ‘Bed… now!’ He was smiling down at me but I could tell by his voice that there was no arguing with him.