Persuasive Approval - Sex Stories

Persuasive Approval

“Persuasive Approval” (circa-1971) Meeting Beverley Jackson for the first time after their impulsive moment of intimacy when Charles and George left them alone in the hotel to visit the landlord of the Red Bull was always going to be a little uncomfortable. He stepped out of the car and walked into the hotel reception. Other than muffled voices coming from the television he was surprised to find the place deserted. His accommodation was always booked in advance so he knew Charles and Beverly would be expecting him. A cigarette and a comforting stool at the end of the bar eased the anxiety and give him a moment to reflect on the events over the week-end. He was still angry with Karen Ashton and his friend Jeff Calder for their irresponsible behaviour, which led to him and Jeff spending Saturday night in Gateshead police station. After staggering out of the Cavendish Club, Karen shamelessly announced that she was up for a threesome. It must have been two in the morning when he pulled the car into a quiet country lane. The heated copulation quickly gathered speed, clothes abandoned on the floor, a tangle of impatient hands fondling and groping in the back seat of the car, Karen giving him a blowjob while Jeff fucked her from the back. The night promised hours of steamy entertainment until Karen said she desperately needed to pee. After gathering her clothes from the floor she left the car and headed for the privacy of the bushes. In the crippling silence they waited for almost ...

... fifteen minutes, brushing condensation from the windows and staring into the darkness, watching and waiting….. No sign of Karen. One foot inside the car and the other foot on the ground, his eagerness to search for Karen interrupted by the glare of a torch shining in his face and an unexpected voice laden with mocking amusement forcing him back into the car. “Well-Well-Well and what have we got here?” the policeman chuckled, the shadowy silhouette of another uniform peering inside the car. “They look like a couple of nice boys. It’s not something you see every day. Two naked men in the back seat of a car in a quiet country lane,” he sniggered, lighting a cigarette and making an unnecessary comment about needing a puff. The echoes of mocking innuendo threw them into chaotic retreat. They fumbled nervously in the back of the car searching the floor for randomly discarded clothes, bumping heads in the claustrophobic darkness, cursing and swearing and occasionally swapping garments, words stumbling between stammers, trying to proclaim their innocence, searching for mitigating words in their defence, muttering words like homophobic, straight men and this will all be revealed when Karen gets back to the car. But Karen had spotted the two police officers questioning her two companions and she had no intention of having a confrontation with the law. When one of the policemen made a sarcastic comment about Jeff’s sexuality he knew they were in trouble. Jeff completely lost control, ...