Chapter 1: Southampton I

Peter glanced over at Carla as they sped down the dark motorway. She was dozing fitfully in the passenger seat, her head resting against the smooth coolness of the side window.

Peter exited the motorway and concentrated as he navigated the suburban streets of Southampton.

Within minutes they had pulled into the carpark of a run-of-the-mill three-star hotel, the type favoured by middle-management when forced to stay away overnight for business.

Peter reached over to Carla and gently touched her knee.

"Carla," he whispered softly.

Carla groaned as she shifted in her seat.

"Carla, love, we're here."

Carla slowly opened her eyes and looked over at Peter. The sight of him instantly put a smile on her face. Until she remembered why they had fled Weatherfield. Her smile quickly faded.

Inside the hotel, Peter opened the door to their room and stood to one side to let Carla enter. The room was basic but clean and comfortable.

"Did you want something to eat?" Peter perused the room service menu.

"I just wanna sleep. Don't let me stop you."

Peter put down the menu and took the few short steps to where Carla was stood at the window, staring out over a slumbering Southampton. He lovingly wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and kissed her softly on the head.

"Let's go to bed."

Darkness had descended over Carla and Peter's hotel room, the silence broken only by the sound of their breathing.

With a gasp Carla sat up. Her heart was pounding a million miles an hour, she was certain it was about to burst out of her chest. She groped about her, disorientated and confused, accidentally hitting Peter in the arm.

Peter drowsily opened his eyes.

"Babe, you okay?"

Carla took a few deep breaths to compose herself and laid back down.

"Yeah. Just a dream."

Peter reached across Carla's body and pulled her close to him. He was already drifting back to sleep when he felt a soft kiss on his lips.

"Mmmm..."

She kissed him softly on his cheek, his jawline, his neck, and back to his mouth. Her tongue softly pressed against his lips which immediately parted to grant her tongue access to explore his mouth. His entered hers.

His hand, already gripping her tightly, now roamed freely over her back; running lightly over her neck and through her hair before travelling down the length of her back and onto her arse, squeezing it gently.

Carla's hands meanwhile were taking their own journey. She reached down and felt Peter's throbbing cock through his boxers. Impatient, she pushed the elastic waist of the garment over his cock which sprang to life at being released from its fabric prison. She gripped his member in her hands and slowly but firmly glided her hands up and down over the length of his shaft.

Peter's fingers became more urgent as he fondled Carla's arse. Stroking her rhythmically between her cheeks, his fingers pressed ever so gently at first on her arsehole, stroking the skin around the opening, warming her slowly open.

Carla's grip momentarily tightened on Peter's cock.

Peter's finger penetrated Carla's arse.

"Oh my god!"

"Fuck yes!"

Carla relaxed her grip on Peter's cock. She sat up and pushed him so that he was lying flat on his back.

Tossing the bed linen onto the floor, she sat on top of Peter, straddling him, her legs either side of his.

Peter stared up at her face adoringly; his gaze quickly travelled down to her tits, the moonlight softly illuminating the pert curve of her breasts, crowned with her nipples, hard now with arousal.

He kept going, his hungry eyes taking in every inch of that stunning body of hers. And that pussy. He stared at it now, that enticing slit. He hadn't seen it, let alone felt it bury him, squeezing him, contracting around him with those orgasmic spasms, for almost five years. He watched it now, just behind his cock that stood erect and ready to take her. He wanted it; he needed it.

Carla smiled to herself as she watched Peter's eyes move down her body and knew what he craved. It was almost time.

She leant down and kissed him softly on the lips. Then she moved down his body and planted the same soft kiss on his cock. On the shaft; on the base, his balls. She took one of his balls in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, sucking it gently.

She ran her tongue from the base of his cock, all the way up the shaft, planting little licks and kisses on it as she went, and then took the tip in her mouth, sucking firmly as she let it slip out of her mouth and rest against her cheek.

"Oh Car, baby, please."

She reached up and kissed him on the mouth, urgently now, her tongue forceful in his mouth.

She moved her body up and positioned her pussy above Peter's erect cock. After one last intoxicating kiss, she sat up, grabbed his cock and gently inserted the tip gently into her pussy, holding it fast so just the tip could enter her, but no more.

She grinned at him. He silently pleaded with those dreamy brown eyes of his.

Rising slightly so his cock was resting against the external fleshy folds of her pussy - her hot, wet pussy - she moved his cock and rubbed it against her clit.

She moaned with pent up desire. She couldn't take it anymore. Carla sank down onto Peter's cock, taking him in as deep as she could. She ground her hips into his, deepening and intensifying the feeling of his hard, throbbing dick inside her. She'd missed this. Oh, fuck, how she'd missed this.

Slowly Carla began to rock her pelvis in a steady rhythm, allowing Peter's cock to slide in and out of her. She dropped one of her hands to her clit and rubbed her fingers over her throbbing bud, now well lubricated from both her and Peter's juices.

Peter lay back, eyes closed in ecstasy as Carla set to work.

As Carla became more excited, her assault on her clit became more frenetic, her body shuddering as the pleasure threatened to take over her body completely.

Peter opened his eyes. He reached up and grabbed Carla's breasts, squeezing them, tweaking her nipples. He raised his body to meet hers, licking her tits, his teeth gently biting her nipples.

Carla's dirty giggle filled the room.

Peter lay back once more.

Sliding his hands down her sides, he gripped onto her waist and began to move his hips up and down in time with Carla; as she sank down onto him, he thrust up, each time deeper inside her.

Their movements became harder, faster, more frenetic.

They both moaned in delight as they neared climax.

Carla frigged her clit, finding that sweet spot and punishing it until she was ready to explode.

"I'm coming!"

As they both came, Carla leant forward; she ran her fingers through Peter's hair and kissed him passionately, triumphantly, fully sated now.

Peter wrapped his arms around Carla and pulled her close as his final few thrusts gradually slowed and the hot sticky wetness of his cum dripped out of Carla's pussy.

Peter lay Carla down gently on her side and planted a series of soft kisses over her face.

He rested his head on the pillow next to Carla and looked at her lovingly. He held her face gently, letting his thumb stroke the soft smooth skin of her cheek, flushed a charming pink from their recent exertions.

"Carla? Sweetheart?"

But Carla was already fast asleep. For the first time since the factory had collapsed Carla had found a temporary peace.

Peter kissed her lips softly.

"Goodnight my love."