Davina Does Scotland

But I couldn't sleep. That briefest of brief kisses kept on replaying in my mind. Before I knew it I was masturbating and fantasizing about Sue. And, seeing as I had a semblance of control over both my hand and my pussy, I was able to make it a long, drawn-out fantasy. No, I was able to make it a very long, extremely drawn-out fantasy.

Fantasies, huh! Who knows what murky part of our minds they come from? I can't remember all the details of that one, but Sue's tits and ass will no doubt have featured prominently. I strongly suspect that I conjured up unlikely scenarios, as well: the two of us being castaways, left naked together on a desert island, slowly but steadily falling in lust; that sort of thing.

One major cum later and guilt crept into my head. And please don't get me wrong: guilt about my one-nighter with Margot didn't come into the picture; as far as I was concerned, Kat had gone for good and I was free to resume my whore-like ways of old. It logically followed that accepting Margot's advances on my very first day of freedom was nothing to be ashamed of . . . unlike those calls I had immediately made to Sara and Meryl.

How slutty had I been? How slutty and how utterly inconsiderate. Sara and Meryl were my friends, but I hadn't called them for comfort or sympathy. Oh no, I had called them because I'd wanted to rut. And I would have called Ellie and the others too, if Margot hadn't interrupted me. I'd have called and called until I found someone to fuck. What sort of a friend did that make me?

My guilt wasn't exclusively reserved for ex-schoolmates, either. I felt even guiltier for fantasizing about Sue. Sue was a good, kind and generous woman. She was also straight, married and quite possibly a mother. How could I use her in my filthy fuck fantasies! Heck, how could I ever look at myself again in the mirror!

I trudged despondently into the bathroom, peed, brushed my teeth and (rather foolishly) splashed my face with cold water. Sleep was farther away than ever when I went back to bed. Sighing, having had enough of the home-focused character assassination, I began to masturbate again.

Using two hands that second time, I teased my clit and simultaneously eased two fingers in and out of my vagina. Setting a slow-slow beat, I was determined not to fantasize at all, but that was easier said than done. Images kept swirling through my head; images of Kat and Sara and . . .

Dismissing them, I focused on Sue's young colleague, Sandra. Sandra was clearly a bisexual if not an outright lesbian. She also clearly wanted to have sex with me. She might possibly have been frigging herself at that very moment, thinking about me. Surely fantasizing about her was permissible?

Surely it was!

But I couldn't stay focused on the would-be punk. No matter how hard I tried, her face kept morphing into Sue's. Sue simply wouldn't go away. I could banish her but she bounced straight back. I tried and I tried but I couldn't get rid. So in the end I thought bugger it and let her have her way with me . . . and not just once.

*****

The alarm on my mobile woke me from a deep and surprisingly satisfying sleep. Somehow I managed to get up and shower without resorting to further self-abuse. Then, after carefully towelling myself dry, I unzipped my overnight bag and had a quick inspection of the contents.

(If that sounds odd it's because that bag had been beneath my desk for ages, unneeded and doing nothing except get under my feet. I'd packed it weeks or even months earlier.)

Fortunately everything smelt fresh and didn't look too creased. I picked out skimpy black knickers and a pair of white socks before dithering over a top. It was September and a hot one at that. Yesterday's sweat shirt had been borderline stuffy. In the end I went for a white cotton T.

(And trust me; I never gave my outsized nips one thought.)

Taking my bag with me as I went, I left my room for the last time and went down for a hearty "all-you-can-eat" breakfast that more than set me up for the day. Finished, I sipped coffee and was skimming through an abandoned copy of the local Evening Express when my phone rang. It was Sue, sounding bright and breezy and completely unsuspecting.

'Hi Dave,' I just wanted to make sure you were up.'

'I've just had breakfast,' I replied.

'I've got Fraser standing by. Shall we say outside the hotel in ten minutes?'

*****

Sue was already in the branch when Fraser dropped me off. It was good to see her again; maybe too good. Maybe I was torturing myself with guilt and longing.

'I haven't tried the systems yet,' she said, sounding as sassy as ever, 'I don't want to jinx them. I'll get us coffee while you do your thing.'

It didn't take long to whip out the dodgy component. I was bolting everything back in place when she returned with two steaming mugs.

'Cross your fingers and go for it,' I said.

I couldn't help but admire her ass as she leaned over her desk, switched on her PC and logged in.

'That's one I couldn't get into yesterday,' she commentated, 'and another . . . and another . . .'

'Brilliant,' I said, admiring her enthusiasm as well as her backside. 'Can you try Sandra's?'

She could and that worked too. Soon the rest of her team arrived and they all had all the access they needed.

'Right ladies,' Sue said, two minutes before opening time, 'Dave's waiting for a small part to install, so she'll be here all day in the unlikely event something else goes wrong. Now let's do what we have to do and give our customers what they want.'

(Being Management, she never mentioned the tiny risk of hacking; being IT, neither did I.)

I had never spent a whole day in a branch before and, to be honest, time dragged for me, even if the minutes did probably whizz by for Sue and her gang. They were kept incredibly busy, you see. As far as I could tell the promotion was a roaring success. And, judging by the way Sue's smile kept getting wider and wider, it could not have gone much better.

'Lunch,' she said to me shortly before noon.

'I planned to nip out for a pie and a pint,' I replied.

'Go for a pint by all means but don't bother with the pie. I've made extra sandwiches.'

I was touched by her consideration and kicked myself again for the previous night's filthy thoughts.

'I'm taking my break at 12:45,' she went on. 'If you're back by then we can eat together. It will be good to have another chinwag.'

Chapter Fifty

I treated myself to two Deuchars in The Bonnie Prince and made sure I was back for quarter to on the dot. Sue had done us proud: two crammed Tupperware containers, one full of salmon and cucumber, the other stuffed with cheese and tomato. We nibbled, chatted and sipped coffee contentedly.

There was, I told her, a flight at half past six. If all went well and with a following wind, I intended to try to be on it.

'Don't go breaking your neck in rush hour traffic,' she said. 'You're better late in this world than early in the next.'

'That's the sort of thing my mum would say,' I replied. A second later, clapping a hand to my mouth, 'I didn't mean anything ageist. You're nowhere near as old as my mum.'

Sue just laughed. Then she surprised me by suddenly mentioning Sandra.

'She fancies you, you know. Surely you've noticed?'

'No,' I fibbed, 'I haven't.'

'She's been giving you the eye ever since you arrived. And didn't her face light up when she saw that you were here again this morning.'

I was still flushed from comparing Sue with my mum. Not wanting to make matters worse, I shrugged and said I thought the girl was just being friendly.

Sue laughed again. 'Okay, I believe you. Of course you haven't noticed. You wouldn't do, would you? Not when you have girls giving you the eye all the time.'

'I wish,' I said, putting down the best sexuality marker I could think of.

She just smiled and offered me a slice of sponge cake.

*****

Thanks to the Deuchars (aided and abetted by all that Kenyan coffee) I spent the early part of a long afternoon wanting to make wee-wee. For me things began to look up at three thirty when the courier turned up with my replacement part.

And, I must confess, his timing pleased me. My help desk buddy had given a slot spanning between three and four; it arriving exactly in the middle appealed to my sense of symmetry.

(Sorry, I should have given a nerd alert before saying that!)

As the branch was still busy there was no chance of me booting everything down and installing the part straightaway. Instead I took it into the back and tested it as best I could.

'Is there a problem' Sue asked, regarding me anxiously.

'None at all,' I assured her. 'As soon as you close I'll fit it and be off.'

'I really can't have you risking your life in the rush hour,' she said. 'Spend the night in my spare room instead; catch a plane tomorrow.'

I dithered at that. On one hand the idea of spending more time with Sue was super-attractive. On the other it just meant more frustration and mental torture.

And what would her husband think of her putting up a girl like me!

'Thanks for the offer but let's see how it goes,' I hedged. 'We might still be here with everything in bits come ten o'clock. Let's play it as we go.'

Sue nodded and reiterated I was welcome in her home.

Still in a bit of a dither, I checked plane times when she went back out into the office. Unless I wanted to hop around the UK, I had the choice of that six thirty direct flight, one on Saturday and sod all after 'til Monday. Sue was probably right, I concluded; I really would be pushing it to catch Friday's shuttle. And when I did a job, I took pride in doing it right. No way could I just slam in a replacement part and swan off without thoroughly testing its performance.

Reluctant as I was to meet Sue's "better half", I booked the Saturday flight, telling myself that my line-manager was updated and had endorsed my decisions so far; that if the worst came to the worst, he would readily sign off a second night at the Travelodge.

'Sod it,' I muttered before going out into the customer-facing area. 'At least I'll get another nice curry tonight. And that certainly won't go amiss.'

*****

Sandra was the last of the "help" to leave. Her farewell to me was, to say the least, gushing. And here is a confession: if she'd asked me for my number she'd have got it.

She didn't though, so I let her slip off and vanish into the Friday night scene of Aberdeen, doubtless to soon re-emerge in black leather or PVC.

'Alone at last,' said Sue.

I couldn't help but notice she'd removed her cravat and unfastened the top two buttons of her blouse. She'd done likewise the previous evening, but not nearly so early in proceedings.

Surely not, I thought.

'Take your time,' Sue said, as if I was fumbling at bolts, eager to be away,' 'the rush hour round here's terrible. Play it as you go. I'll get us coffees.'

I had installed the replacement and done all the necessary refastening before she came back.

'All done,' she said, only too obviously disappointed.

'All but for an hour of testing,' I replied. 'I guess I'll be taking you up on your offer after all.'

*****

We arrived at the restaurant an hour or so earlier than the night before. It was a little quieter but Rafiq greeted us with at least the same warmth. Pints and poppadums had appeared before we even got to our table.

'Wave to the barman when you want more,' he said, extravagantly presenting us with our menus.

(And as if Sue didn't already know that little trick!)

'I'll have the usual,' she said, ignoring the menu and swigging beer.

'And I'll have the same as last night,' I added. 'That's . . .'

'No problem at all,' Rafiq finished for me. 'Enjoy!'

For once silence descended on the two of us. We eyed each other across a table laden with the most amazing silver Indian cutlery, drinks and pre-meal snacks.

'Are you sure I can sleep in your spare room,' I ventured. 'I can easily find somewhere else. I really do not want to put your husband out or anything.'

'He effed off to Edinburgh three years ago,' she said, still eying me. 'The decree nisi is framed and on the wall in my lounge. I only wish you could put him out. He deserves all he gets.'

'Oh,' said I, rather lamely.

Sue's gaze shifted from my face to her left hand. 'I suppose you noticed my ring,' she said. 'I can't get the bloody thing off. It's shrunk or my knuckle's grown, or something.'

'Have you tried using soap and hot water,' I suggested helpfully, not mentioning that it was one of my mum's old remedies (yes, she did remedies as well as sayings!).

'I've tried everything,' Sue said, holding out her hand. 'Here, see if you can shift it.'

For a girl with a lot of same-sex experience I found touching her fingers to be very erotic. In fact it was so erotic I had to hold onto her left hand with my left and grip her ring with my right.

'It's stuck,' I conceded. 'You'll have to saw it off.'

'What,' she laughed, 'my third finger!'

We were still chuckling and gazing into each other's eyes when our starters arrived. Come to that, we were still chuckling and gazing into each other's eyes when our mains were done and Rafiq joined us, bearing a bottle of white and three glasses.

'Please,' he said, 'may I sit with you and share a glass. This bottle is on me.'

Chapter Fifty-One

Rafiq's agreeable company stopped me from blurting out leading questions, which was probably just as well. I'm great at small talk but useless at intimate verbal foreplay. As you may have noticed, I am more of an "up and at 'em" sort of a girl when it comes to verbal foreplay.

So we made three-way small talk and drained the bottle just before a fresh rush of diners arrived and our host had to excuse himself.

'Him and your knickers,' Sue said, leaning across the table and whispering to me, giving me every chance to glance down and see inside those two opened buttons. 'Or would you prefer Sandra?'

'I'm happy to be here with you,' I told her. 'Sandra's too young and Rafiq's too much of a man.'

Sue smiled and sipped the last of her wine. 'Some of my acquaintances think Friday night's the night to go out and get wasted,' she said. 'The Bonnie Prince is great for that activity. But I have to work tomorrow and if I get started on the single malts I can't always stop. Do you think you can save me from myself?'

'I can be pretty dangerous on single malts,' I admitted. 'This place of yours; the one I'm invited to stay in. Does it have kids or anything?'

'I've no kids, thank God,' Sue held up a hand, 'not that I don't aspire to have kids one day; I'm just glad that I missed out with that flipping SOB.'

'I'm getting the taste for dry white,' I countered. 'We could always find an offy and drink some more at yours.'

Sue grinned at me. 'Never mind the offy; I've a fridge full to busting as it is.'

*****

You know me and comparisons, but I'll allow myself one at this point: Sue's kitchen table was as good as Kat's. It was solid and sturdy and would have been great to have sex on. It was also the only thing in her apartment that wasn't coloured jet-black or brilliant-white. Leastways, it was in the kitchen and lounge, and that was where we spent the next couple of hours.

Now, if you are wondering about my earlier guilt trip, please relax. I have always been useless when it comes to lesbian vibes, letting that (inexplicable) God-given attraction draw girls to me instead. I could feel the vibes coming off Sue though. Let's face it, if I'd been covered in ten-inch armour plating some of them would have still got through.

Consequently guilt was not on my mind at all. I simply blanked out my ex-schoolmates and cancelled all masturbatory misgivings.

Live for today, I repeatedly told myself. Bugger yesterday.

Halfway down our second bottle (our third if you counted Rafiq's) Sue asked me if I wanted to see the spare room.

I told her I'd rather have the grand tour.

She took me by the hand and led me into the master bedroom, telling me to close my eyes before I stepped through the doorway.

'Wow,' I went as I reopened them, one million per cent sincerely.

The bedroom was all deep reds and girly pinks. Elaborate tunnels of love were more subtle. The room was there for one purpose only, and that wasn't for sleeping.

Or was it?

'I'm embarrassed showing you this,' said Sue. 'I always sleep in the spare myself.'

I took both of her hands in mine and stared at her. 'You sleep in the spare room?'

'Nobody's ever . . . you know. The matrimonial home's long gone and . . . and . . .'

I kissed her. She kissed back, even more passionately than me. Moving with a mind of their own, my daring fingers skated all over her, avoiding intimate areas, stroking her arms; her waist; her shoulder-blades. Then her tongue was in my mouth and I was gripping onto her ass for dear life.

'Oh my God,' she said, finally coming up for air.

'Sorry if that was a bit out of the blue,' I said, grinning at her, still keeping hold of her bum.

She surprised me by running a hand up the front of my T-shirt and squeezing my nipple.

'These have been driving me mad all day,' she said, squeezing the other one. I couldn't believe you would torment me like that.'

'I didn't realize,' said I. 'Please don't say I've brought your branch into disrepute.'

This time she kissed me and I let Fervent Dave off her leash. FD immediately thrust my tongue into Sue's mouth and rubbed our groins together. Sue's response was passion personified. Temperatures rose and our groins rubbed harder and harder.

Then she was pulling off my T and sucking my nipples, going rapidly from one to the other, as if she couldn't bear to leave either alone for a second. Lightning bolts shot down my internal superhighway and my pussy started to contract in time to her constantly shifting attentions.

Don't ask how but suddenly her blouse was off and I was kissing the tops of her tits while I fumbled to unhook her bra. The temptation to properly feast was massive. Overcoming it, I sank to my knees and unfastened her sensible working day skirt. With the zip down the skirt simply fell away and I had a full view of the treasures beneath.

And wow again! In the office she'd seemed professional and demure. Standing there in her stockings, garter belt and briefs (all in a fetching black) she could have starred with the Satanic Sluts.

Unable to resist, I buried my snub of a nose in her knickers, rubbing up and down, pressing the damp material into her slit. Well, okay, it wasn't just damp . . . she might have been even wetter than I was, and I was as good as drenched.

Rubbing her like that was fun but not nearly enough for either of us. Taking care not to disturb her so-sexy nylons, I tugged the panties off her and admired a closely-trimmed Bermuda triangle.

And like wow yet again! She had a tiny ace of spades tattooed on the inside of her thigh, right at the very top. How had I missed seeing that before!

'Follow the arrow,' she said, in that incredibly seductive burr of hers.

The arrow pointed to three points of immediate interest: her hood, clit and vagina. Reluctant to choose the wrong one, I used my tongue on the first, the ball of my right thumb on the second and two fingers of my left hand inside the third.

'Oh my God,' she cried, cumming in an impressive hot gush. Then, urgently: 'Don't stop, don't stop!!'

Chapter Fifty-Two

We did actually sleep that night but only for a couple of hours, and we were awake again before Sue's alarm warned her to get up for work.

Not that we immediately rushed off or anything. No, Sue made sure she had time enough to nibble my nipples and simultaneously finger me. I was quite content to lie there and let her get on with it. There was no haste in her attentions and consequently no haste at all in me. It was nice. I could have stayed there and taken it for ages.