Date: Wed, 8 Jan 2014 08:55:41 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Loving the Mechanic. Part seven.

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  Part Seven.

  Time was flying by and it was soon only a week away from me marrying
Sam. She'd already had had her wedding dress made and I had a new suit,
well the only one, and Graham had made all the arrangements, that being the
actual wedding and the reception. I too had already booked our honeymoon,
but wouldn't tell anyone where we would be going. I'd also remembered to
buy a wedding ring, well two really. One for Sam and one for myself.

  We were still sleeping and having sex together every night and the odd
fling with Peter when Sam wasn't around. Then before I knew it, my wedding
day came round. Michael and Sheila had taken it upon themselves to do the
organisation of things. Michael seeing to the means of transport, well it
was his line of work anyway, while Sheila saw to the catering side, her
forte.

  Sam didn't sleep with me the night before as she had been told that we
shouldn't see each other on that day until we were in the church. So I had
Peter in my room that night, not the whole night, but just long enough for
us both to fuck each other as well as sucking on our respective cocks.

  Two Bentley chauffeured cars turned up in the yard as did a minibus. The
two cars were for Sam and Graham to be in one, Michael, Sheila, Katie and
Peter to be in the other. The minibus was for me and all the drivers to be
taken to the church before the cars.

  Peter had seen that I was properly shaven and helped me dress, sucking on
my cock in the process, taking my cum to calm me down for I was a bag of
nerves. Seeing to my tie and my button hole flower before saying that I was
then fit to be in the church to get married. I passed over the rings that
he was to give us during the ceremony and with him already dressed,
escorted me down and out into the yard where the firm's drivers were
waiting, all dressed up in their Sunday best and were given button hole
flowers handed out by Peter. He would be staying to come with the other's
before Sam and Graham and would meet me in the church.

  The minibus took off and I got quite a bit of ribbing from the drivers on
the way there, some annoyed at me taking Sam out of circulation which
showed that they would liked to have had the chance to marry her. We duly
arrived and went inside the church and saw that Graham hadn't stinted over
the arrangements, flowers beyond count along the side walls as well as in
the Chancery and a choir consisting of at least twelve young boys.

  The vicar greeted me and we shook hands and it was just a matter of then
waiting for the arrival of Peter and the following arrival Graham and
Sam. The drivers had stayed outside to see Sam's arrival and would come in
before she did. Even so, there were quite a few people all ready inside
leaving the two front rows of the pews empty. I wasn't long standing alone
in front of the vicar before Peter came and stood beside me, the others
that had been in the car following him and taking their places in the front
pews, shortly to be followed by the drivers to take their places. This told
me that Sam and Graham had arrived.

  The organist had been softly playing some ancient hymns until he was
given the signal that the bride to be was entering the church when he then
crashed out the wedding march. I hadn't had any breakfast and my stomach
was churning itself over and over with the butterflies that were driving me
mad inside. With the organ now playing the march, couldn't stop myself from
looking back and my heart leapt into my mouth at seeing Sam dressed in her
wedding gown and looking so radiant and beautiful, coming down the aisle
with her arm in that of her flushed looking father.

  I turned back to face the vicar as they got closer and then felt her arm
brush mine as she came and stood on my left, Graham on the other side to
her left as I had Peter on my right. The wedding march came to a close and
fell silent as the vicar, standing one step up higher than us before him,
opened his book and began the service.

  `Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today...  ' Well you know all what
he says so there's no need for me to repeat it. He asked the questions that
we both answered and Peter passed me the ring to put on her finger and a
few words later, he spoke the usual words. `...I now pronounce you man and
wife. You may kiss the bride.'

  Sam turned to me lifting her veil, her eyes positively glowing, her
cheeks on the red side as our heads moved towards each other and we kissed
to then have all those inside the church start to clap their hands and
cheer at being at this, to me, grand event.

  The organist started playing again and me and my wife, Sam, followed the
vicar into the vestry to sign the book and were clapped again as I walked
my bride down the aisle to step outside to have many photographs taken. Us
alone, then with Graham, another with Michael, Sheila, Katie and
Peter. Another with the vicar. Then others from the firm and more of others
too. Then of Sam and I entering the car that had brought her to the church,
more taken of us inside and as we drove off to the hotel where the
reception was being held.

  Here more were taken. Us sitting in the middle of the top table, cutting
the four tiered wedding cake. Us passing out slices to those who were there
which must have been at least sixty persons, most of whom I had no
knowledge of. I believe and had others say so later, that the whole thing
had been a great success. The service in the church, the reception,
everything went off very well and couldn't be faulted. But like everything
else, it had to come to an end and Sam and I were the first to leave,
letting those who wished to stay, to finish off the champagne and other
drinks as we got into the car and were driven off home.

  We thanked the driver when we arrived and I passed him a ten pound note
as a tip before escorting my new wife and lover up to what would now
officially be our room. Sam took off her veil and tiara that held it in
place before we went into each other's arms to kiss.

  `Well Sam, how do you like now being called Mrs. May instead of Miss
Webb?' I asked.

  `I love it as I love the man I just married. Shall we consummate the
marriage then?' she asked with a sly smile.

  `Yes, but in a different way,' I said. `Keep the dress on,' I said as I
opened my trousers and took them off, letting her see that I already had an
erection, her eyes having a query in them as I pulled a chair up to us and
I sat down on it, my cock sticking up from my groin. `Now lift up the dress
and sit on this.' The penny then dropped and she gave me a grin and hoisted
up the front of her dress letting me see that she wasn't wearing any
panties, and got astride of my legs and lowered herself down to have my
cock then move up into her wet pussy until she was sitting on my thighs
with my throbbing cock stuck up inside her.

  I pulled her forward and kissed her as I began to bounce her up and down
on my cock, her then helping by lifting herself at the same time and so we
fucked in that position until I gave her my cum as she had her orgasm. We
had been kissing each other in our throes of making love in this fashion
and held each other tight as we had our release. After a few minutes, she
got up off of me and moving the front of her dress to the side, went down
onto her knees and began to suck my still hard and wet cock for another few
minutes before letting go of it and getting up, asking me to help her off
with her dress, which I did for her then to put it on a hanger and away
into her wardrobe.

  `I'm saving that for when my daughter gets married,' she told me.

  `Only one?' I asked with a smile.

  `Of course not darling. Five at least,' she said as she took off what
little she had left on that lovely body that was now all mine.

  `Five girls?' I cried.

  `Well I hope three of the five are boys,' she said as she began to take
my shirt off.

  `Why five?' I asked, taking my own socks off.

  `Well daddy had four children. I want to go one better than him and
mother. Do you think we could work it so that they are all born in the
month of May?' I had to laugh at that. `Maybe,' I laughed, picking her up
and carrying her to the bed and threw her on it first before climbing on to
go into her arms for us to kiss and stroke each other.

  `When are we going on our honeymoon?' she asked, really knowing damn well
when.

  `The day after tomorrow,' I replied.

  `Where?' she asked coyly.

  `You'll find out at the airport,' I said and got a slap.

  `Now you're being cruel,' she pouted.

  `If I was cruel, it would be me going on my own,' I said, for which I got
another slap, but then grabbed her and pulled her over across my thighs and
began to smack her bottom.

  `You beast!' she cried.

  `Yes. I'm the beast and you're the beauty,' I replied and found that I
was getting another hard on by having her spread over my lap as I smacked
her backside. `And this beast is going to fuck his beauty,' and pushed her
over onto her back and quickly got between her legs that had opened, a big
smile on her face as I sunk my cock deep into her pussy and once again,
brought her up to another orgasm, with me sadly, not having any cum left
inside my balls to give her, hard as I was.

  `Twice inside of fifteen minutes,' she gasped. `You should smack me more
often.'

  `If you enjoyed it, then I won't,' I said.

  `Sadist!'

  `Masochist!'

  `Beast!'

  `Beauty!' and she then laughed and hugged me as we kissed. We lay there
for at least an hour saying sweet things to each other in between kisses
until I was up hard again with her then wanting me to fuck her with what
she could feel against her thigh. I obliged and got on top of her and
entered her once again. I was slowly moving myself in that lovely heated
interior when she asked the questioned that I had hoped that she wouldn't.

  `When you were in the hotel with Peter for three nights, did you have sex
with him?' was the question.

  `Well he wanted it, so yes, I did,' I told her.

  `Did you fuck him?'

  `Yes. And I used a condom before you ask,' I replied.

  `Did...did he fuck you?' was the question I dreaded, but she then
forestalled me. `No! Don't tell me. I don't want to know,' she pleaded. So
I didn't tell her, thank fuck for that. She was silent for a few moments as
I still kept moving myself slowly inside her. `What was it like?'

  `Tighter than you and not so good, but it was what he wanted. He seems to
enjoy it. Why do you ask? Is it that you want, to see me fucking him like
I'd like to see you and Katie having sex?'

  `No. That's not what I was thinking of. It's ...it's just that I don't
want to lose you to him,' she said in a low voice, tears forming in her
eyes.

  `Sam darling, you are one I love. Love what we are doing now, giving us
both pleasure and cumming at the same time. Two men can't do that,' I said,
now beginning to move myself faster inside her hot pussy, making her
concentrate on having her orgasm which wasn't long in coming (pun?). She
began to buck beneath me and as she screamed out in the throes of this, I
let go and gave her my cum at the same time.

  We didn't go downstairs for dinner, but fucked ourselves silly that
night.

                                                      *

  We had sex again on waking up in the morning and even had a shower
together, each washing the other and having kisses in between, before
getting out and drying ourselves before getting dressed and going
downstairs for breakfast.

  `Two more for breakfast Sheila,' Graham called out to the kitchen. `The
love birds have arrived,' and chuckled. `Sleep well?' and laughed out
loud. `I thought you were murdering her with the screams she gave out.'

  `Pay no attention to him Eddie. He's just jealous with him only getting
his end away once a week,' Sam said, making Graham splutter.

  `What do you mean by that girl?' he asked.

  `Oh come off it dad. We all know you've got a mistress in town. And the
fact that you take her away with you on your twice yearly holiday,' Sam
retorted, and he had the grace to blush and then give her a grin.

  `How long have you known?' he asked.

  `For bloody years. Why haven't you married her,' she asked.

  `She wants to keep her independency,' was the soft reply. The subject was
dropped when Sheila brought in our breakfast, a big smile of her face.

  `Eat it all up for you need to keep your strength up,' she chuckled as
she gave me my plate. `Isn't marriage wonderful?' she said, first looking
at Sam and then at Michael, making him blush.

  `It shore is,' Sam drawled. Mangling her Americanism.

  `When are you leaving for the honeymoon,' Graham asked me.

  `We leave early tomorrow morning. The flight is at eight o'clock.' I
replied.

  `I wish I was going,' said Peter, a downcast expression on his face, and
his comment was ignored.

  `Where will it be?' Graham asked slyly, knowing that I had refused to
tell him earlier.

  `I'll let you know just before we leave,' I grinned back at him.

  That was it at breakfast and though I was officially on holiday and not
having to work, still checked out what trucks were still in the yard and
seeing that Sam had everything packed as we would be leaving the house at
four in the morning to be at the airport in time for the flight.

  We only had sex once that night, what with us having to get up at three
in the morning, a taxi being ordered for four a.m. to take us directly to
the airport. The alarm woke us and still being bleary eyed, had our shower
and got dressed and went downstairs and was surprised to see Graham up and
helped us with the two cases when the taxi pulled up outside.

  `Are you going to tell me where you're going?' he asked me. and so I
whispered in his ear. `The Bahamas, and we'll send you a card on arrival.'

  `Lucky devil,' he chuckled. `Now both of you have a good honeymoon and
don't get sunburnt,' and chuckled when I scowled at him as I got into the
taxi. He waved at us as we drove out of the yard, both Sam and I waving
back at him and settled down for the long ride to the airport. I even had
Sam fall asleep on the journey.

  We arrived at the airport on time and joined the small queue at the check
in desk.

  `Lyon's Airways?' Sam said, looking at the sign above and behind the
desk. `Never heard of them.'

  `It's developed over the years,' I told her. `It has only the one
destination from this airport.'

  `And where's that?' she asked as our suitcases were weighed.

  `You'll find out shortly,' I told her as I took our boarding cards and we
went off through passport control, not having any trouble there and on to
the waiting lounge until our flight was called.

  `How shortly?' she asked as we sat down and taking hold of my hand.

  `When we get aboard the plane,' I said.

  `I've never been in a plane before,' she said and I felt her trembling..

  `You'll enjoy it, believe me. And when on board, you'll find out where we
are going,' I told her. `I was thinking...'

  `That's dangerous,' she interrupted.

  `...about what you said in having a child...'

  `Children,' she interrupted me again.

  `Children, to be born in May...'

  `I'm glad that it is May now. The month we got married and I want all the
children to be born in May,' she wistfully.

  `Will you stop interrupting me,' I said.

  `Sorry. You were saying?'

  `Pregnancy takes roughly nine months and nine days, give or take a
week. So to have a child, stop!' I said, putting my hand to her
mouth. `Children. That means you need to conceive in August. So stay on the
pill until near the end of July,' finally having got out what I was saying.

  `It will be nice to have all the May's born in May. I wish I had been
born in May,' she said with a sigh. `When were you born?'

  `August the 5th,' I told her.

  `The same day as me,' she cried. `That's an omen! So we can celebrate our
birthdays together and start to produce our children then. How wonderful.'

  That was all we could say then for the tannoy asked us in the lounge that
we could now board our plane. There was about twenty of us there, and we
all followed the stewardess, who was dressed in a smart light blue uniform,
through the exit and down a ramp and out onto the tarmac.

  `That's a small plane,' Sam said as we were led across the tarmac towards
it. The logo telling everyone that it was Lyon Airways in big letters down
the side.

  `It's big enough to take us where we are going,' I told her.

  `Where's that?' she asked.

  `Shut up,' I almost snarled and got a grin from her. We followed some of
the other passengers up the short steps and entered the small aircraft and
I noticed that it only had twenty seats and that they all had plenty of leg
room, and all in pairs so there was only five sets either side. I led Sam
up to the last pair at the end and pushed her to sit next to the window.

  The light above us said to fix our seat belts, me having to help Sam do
this with it being her first time and by the time that was done, the plane
gave a short jerk and began to slowly move off to follow the side road that
led to the take off end of the runway. The tannoy crackled.

  `This is the captain speaking. We'll be taking off in the next minute or
two, so please make sure that your seat belt is safely secured. We will be
flying at sixteen thousand feet at a speed of four hundred and fifty miles
an hour and expect to land at Nassau at eleven a.m. local time. Breakfast
will be served shortly. Relax and enjoy the flight,' and the tannoy clicked
off. The stewardess had checked that all were belted up before sitting on a
folding seat near the front.

  `Where's Nassau?' Sam whispered to me.

  `Didn't you do geography at school. It's the capitol of the Bahamas, in
the Caribbean,' I told her.

  `Oooh, of heard of that, but never been there,' she said and then gripped
my arm as the plane gave a forward leap and shot off down the runaway. It,
being a small plane and quite light, didn't have to go far before lifting
up at a steep angle, making Sam give out a gasp as seeing the ground
suddenly disappearing from view. The plane passed through some wispy clouds
and emerged into bright sunlight.

  `Oh look,' Sam cried. `Look at the clouds down there. Just like a white
blanket.' I had to grin at her exuberance and released our belts as the
stewardess came along the short aisle with a drinks trolley. Those in front
were served first and when she got to us, she asked with a smile.

  `I believe that you are the honeymoon couple,' and Sam gushed that we
were. `Well compliments of Lyons Airways, it is champagne for you,' and
placed two glasses on the trays that I had pulled down that had been fixed
to the seat in front as she popped the cork and poured us out some
champagne and then placed the bottle on my
tray. `Congratulations. Breakfast will be along in a minute or two,' and
gave us a choice of what to eat. We both picked the same.

  Sam lifted her glass up, `Cheers,' she said as I lifted mine and we
clinked them together before taking a few sips. `Will we have to pay for
this?' she asked.

  `No. It's complementary, free. The whole of the holiday is inclusive, so
you eat and drink as much as you want on the island,' I told her.

  `Island?' she queried.

  `Yes. It's an island resort. We'll land at Nassau on this plane and then
have a small sea plane take us to the island where we can then enjoy
ourselves.' We stopped speaking then as breakfast came along and it was by
far much better than the K rations that I used to have when flying with the
army.

  With this eaten and our empty trays taken away, I said to Sam, `Are you
tired?'

  `No. I'm too excited with this,' she exclaimed.

  `Well I am and want to go to bed,' I said, getting up from my seat.

  `Bed? On a plane?' she asked wide eyed. I grinned at her and took her
hand to help her up as the stewardess came up to us.

  `It's the first door on the left,' she said to me with a smile. I then
walked that short distance and opened the door and ushered Sam inside.

  `A fucking bed!' she exclaimed and I laughed.

  `That's exactly what it is,' and pulled her to me and kissed her, `and we
are going to join the Mile High Club.'

  `What's that?' she asked.

  `That's for people who have sex while over a mile high in the sky as we
are now,' I told her as I began to take her clothes off until she was naked
and she got onto the bed and looked out of the window at the clouds far
beneath us as I took my clothes off and got on the bed alongside her.

  `Can I look out of the window while we're doing it?' she asked with a
grin.

  `Certainly,' I said, holding my cock up erect. She smiled at me and bent
round and took the head into her hot mouth and gave me a few sucks and a
lick before moving across me and straddling my thighs and slowly lowered
her body down until the head of my cock was inside her pussy before letting
go of it for her to sink down until she was sitting on my thighs with my
throbbing cock fully inside her.

  `Oh this is grand. A flying fuck on a flying fucking mattress,' she
exclaimed, starting to bounce up and down on me. Her tits were bouncing
about too and so I reached up and began to squeeze them with my hands as
she technically fucked herself on top of me. `This is fucking wonderful,'
she gasped and brought her hands up to cover mine and pressed them harder
to her chest as she began to have her orgasm. She gave out a muted scream
when this happened and I then let go and had my cum shoot up inside her to
then collide with her juices on the way down.

  She finally collapsed on top of me, panting away, to kiss me in between
taking deep breaths. `You wonderful man, giving me this pleasure of having
a fuck on a plane high up in the sky.'

  `The pleasure's mine too with you being pleased as well as now being my
wife for us to do this,' I said, really as happy as she was. She soon rose
up for my cock to slide out of her where she then went down and sucked on
it for a couple of minutes before moving back up to give me a wet kiss.

  With us cuddling each other, we fell asleep. I was woken up by the
bedside phone ringing to find it was the stewardess.

  `Lunch will be served in half an hour and we'll be landing half an hour
after that,' she said.

  `Thank you. We'll be out by then,' I said, putting the phone down and
rolling over to Sam who had also woken up. `We've got half an hour. My turn
to join the Mile High Club,' I said as I moved over on her and gave her my
erection and I was then able to see the lower clouds as I ploughed my way
in and out of her wet pussy until she had another orgasm and me cumming
inside her at the same time.

  This flying bedroom also had a small, very small, shower room with a wash
basin and toilet, though only big enough for one person at a time, but a
means to ablute (ablutions) and have a shower. This was done inside that
half hour and were soon back in our seats for lunch and shortly after that,
we landed in Nassau. Sam getting a thrill at watching us cross the harbour
to turn round and land on the airport's runway.

                                              *