JENNYS VIRGINITY
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Jenny was quiet on our trip North, she tilted back the seat and slept for a while. She only woke up again when I pulled off the dual carriageway then had travelled about a mile further on into a small village, Carbridge I think. At a large Hotel/pub there I turned into their large car park and stopped.
“Where are we Mick?” Jen enquired sleepily as she woke up. “Is this Inverness now?”
“No, we’re about 20 miles away I think, but I need a break, I’m falling asleep at the wheel. I’ve pulled off the main road and I’ve just come across this place, let’s get a drink here and find somewhere to park up for the night.” Then I added with a leer, “The Landlord might let us stay here in this car park if he has a beer garden and you put on a pussy show for him like you did at the last stop.”
I got a slap for my cheeky comment but she was now good humoured enough. Jen was happy now we were away from the last site, away from her imagined scene of drunken pub debauchery despite the fact that what she firmly believed she had done hadn’t even happened. We went into the pub for a drink and saw that they did meals there. We ordered a pub meal, not exactly quite Cordon Bleu but it looked tasty and once again it seemed very reasonably priced. When I asked the Landlady about any local campsites said she was more than happy to let us stay overnight in the far end their car park as we were eating our meal in there. She mentioned she did breakfasts for her staying hotel guests starting at 8am, that we were welcome to order one and come in for it in the morning if we wanted one. The Scots are so welcoming to tourists, really friendly. I ordered a breakfast for both of us out of politeness as we finished our meal and gratefully said we would be back over for a whisky or a beer or two later, now I knew I didn’t have to drive any further that evening.
We went across to the van and moved it to the top end of the car park, lowering the van stabilisers and re-connecting up the overnight gas and battery feeds. Jen commented that it was good of them to let us stay overnight in their car park, that a lot of pubs wouldn’t let you do that.
“You don’t know what I’ve promised them yet” I laughed. “They have a beer garden at the back and a Labrador dog with a big cock.” I expected exasperation in her reply, but oddly Jen laughed it off.
“I’d better not put any knickers on then” Jen retorted as she came out of the small washroom where she’d freshened up. “Anyway I certainly didn’t see any Labrador dog in there, so you can piss off.”
“He was in that little side bar with the fireplace, asleep on the flag floor in front of it. I saw him when I went out to the Gents, honestly.” Jenny clearly thought I was teasing her, she didn’t believe me.
After sorting out the van ready for sleeping we locked it and walked back across into the pub again. I ordered a couple of malt whiskies and we sat at the bar on stools. It had been me who had been teasing Jenny up to now but I realised she was starting to turn the tables on me, as she had often done to me before in public in our past, by being outrageous or giving someone an ‘accidental’ flash. She knew it turned me on. It was Jen who mentioned ‘dogs’ to the landlady as we sat drinking at the bar. After first sliding a cheeky glance at me Jen asked her if, ‘This pub had a big Labrador dog?’
“Well no, he’s not a Lab,” she laughed. “Bruce is a big soft Golden Retriever, he will be around here somewhere, he’s usually in that tap room bar over there the locals use, his favourite spot is asleep in front of the fire in winter, the silly dog still lays in front of it all summer when its not even lit.”
Going to the hatch she called out, ‘Brucie’ a couple of times and then a sleepy looking dog came around the corner into the bar and lumbered over to us, he was obviously very social, quite clearly used to customers fussing over him.
“He’s lovely” volunteered Jenny as the friendly golden dog came over to us and sat next to Jen’s stool when she stroked him, he kept pushing his head against her thigh to get his ears stroked again when she stopped. She gave me a long hard look as she stroked the dogs head and ears, cooing and telling him what a good boy he was, while stealing long hard looks at me. She knew full well what I was thinking. She was dead right too. I was horny as hell knowing she was thinking on those similar lines too, or at least pretending to, just to tease me. I could tell by the coy looks she kept giving me.
“He’s a nuisance in here sometimes,” said the Landlady. “Especially when people are eating snacks like crisps or nuts, he’s greedy. That’s why we usually banish him into the tap room out of the way. He makes a terrible mess of the carpet if we let him beg for tit bits off customers in here.”
I decided to ‘test’ Jen further now she seemed to have more or less ‘accepted’ her imagined guilt over the Boxer dog, so much so in fact she was now apparently teasing me, half joking about it all.
“Aww”, I said, stroking the dog.”Poor old Bruce. Isn’t he allowed Crisps then? Can’t I share a packet of Beef and Onion with him? We’ll go across into the other room well away from the best carpet.”
“He’ll get fat” laughed the landlady. “He’s always begging off customers and I’m so busy here I hardly have time to take him out for decent walks. He’s a terrible cadger if I let him stay in here. No it’s no problem, take him back in there if you want. We have a nice ‘Tenants’ draught beer on hand pump in there too if you want to try a local pint of Real Ale, our locals here all swear by it.”
We both went through into the ‘tap room’ which was far less luxurious but obviously used by their locals, although it was currently empty. There was a dart board and domino trays on the tables and a TV set up on the wall, playing away to itself. Their dog had dutifully padded through behind us and flopped gratefully onto the stone flagged floor, it was probably far cooler in there for him.
The landlady came through behind the bar. She served Jenny her large whiskey with lots of ice and pulled me a pint of the local ‘heavy’ beer, a ‘bitter’ which I must confess was a nice brew to any ‘Real Ale’ fan and I sipped it, then nodded my approval as it was excellent. She took my money laughing, “I haven’t charged you for the crisps, I image ‘sludge guts’ over there will get most of those. There’s a bell there,” she added pointing to a small domed brass bell on the bar as she went back to serve someone in the main lounge when we sat down near the fireplace, “The local lads ring that if they want serving and I’m through in the lounge.”
“Well then?” I said quietly to Jenny after the Landlady had left the empty bar, “Did you?”
“Did I do what?” Jenny answered, looking at me puzzled.
“What you said to me back in the van, before we came over? That perhaps you had better not put your knickers on if they had a big dog over here?” I quietly leered, making a joke of it. Mind you, he’s not that big, but his cock certainly is, just take a look.”
It was, the retriever laid on his side displaying his manhood. Bruce certainly had a fair sized furry sheath and had clearly not lost any of his equipment, his furry balls were bigger than mine.
“Last nights ‘Naughty’ session really HAS floated your boat hasn’t it?” she whispered back laughing at me. However I noticed she did have a long hard look at Bruce’s tackle I’d just pointed out to her.
“Of course I put my knickers on” she added, looking back over her shoulder at the bar entrance. She was wearing a mid length skirt, she hiked it up and inch or two then spread her knees apart to show me her red satin panties, “Look, sexy ones. My God, you’re worse than that randy Boxer dog was last night” she teased as I coaxed her to do it again, but this time holding her panties to one side to let me see her cunt. I could see she felt sexy again after a couple of drinks, she was thinking about it. “I am horny” I agreed. “But look, there’s no cameras hidden in here.” I said, pointing to the ceiling.
“Don’t worry, I can see the Landlady too from here,” I added, leaning over and looking down the bar through the staff entrance, “She’s sat on a stool chatting to customers at the other bar in there.”
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