** For authors notes, disclaimer etc. see chapter 1
** Part two of Gee's challenge this time containing a Pottery Class and the line "Have you ever seen a disaster this big?"
Role play 2/?
"I can't believe I've let you talk me into this James I mean the last thing we need is a hobby you realise we already have far too little free time together don't you?" Jean sighed as they approached the small pottery studio and James responded to her continued complaints with a mischievous smile.
"I told you it's not a new hobby it's a one off I've known Sarah for years and she's just starting out on the whole giving classes thing she wants someone to test out her teaching style on. It'll only take a little while and you'll enjoy it I promise." He smiled taking her hand and pulling her up the small stair case to the work room above the studio. He'd spent the previous week thinking about how best to counter her latest "fantasy" challenge and when he'd seen a Facebook post from an old friend looking for volunteers he's known exactly what to do. It hadn't taken much planning nor much persuasion to get Sarah to go along with his plan, provided he let her test out her teaching style first she was happy to leave them alone in the workshop on the assurance he locked up when they left.
"Thanks for this both of you I have my first proper class on Monday and I'm a nervous wreck there's some aprons and stuff over on the side of you want to put one on and then sit at one of the wheels we'll get started." She smiled as they reached the room and with a final unconvinced glance Jean did what she was told picking a wheel near the back of the room as James sat at the one beside her and the class commenced.
"Sarah I promise it's nothing to do with the way you're teaching but this is awful I did try to tell James I wasn't creative but he wouldn't listen." Jean said half an hour later as her third attempt at a pot collapsed on the wheel.
"You can be very creative when you want to be," James whispered ignoring her warning glance as Sarah approached and smiled sympathetically.
"You're getting better Jean honestly, it's not as easy as people think it is." She smiled removing the misshaped pot and putting a new ball of clay on the wheel.
"You're very sweet but look at it, have you ever seen a disaster this big? I not cut out for pottery, I just…." Jean began pausing as Sarah's phone rang and she answered it talking for a few minutes before turning her attention back to them.
"I'm really, really sorry about this but I have to go, family emergency, James if I leave you the keys can you just lock up and I'll get them off you tomorrow or something?" she said moving to the other side of the room and grabbing her handbag before throwing a set of keys at James and leaving.
"Do you think she's ok, should you go after her?" Jean asked narrowing her eyes in confusion as James smiled. "If something's wrong I don't think it's a laughing matter James what if she needs help you should…"
"There is no emergency I asked her to leave us here and promised to lock up afterward that's obviously the excuse she came up with." He said quietly when he heard the door downstairs close and was sure Sarah was a safe distance away. Moving his chair away from his own wheel and sitting behind her as her eyes widened in surprise.
"James you did tell her why you might want to be alone in a strange place did it? I mean….."
"What do you take me for, of course I didn't I just told her that I was planning a surprise and I promised to clear away the stuff from the class, which was genuine by the way she did need someone to help which we did, and lock up when we left." James continued brushing the hair away from her neck and kissing the bared flesh gently. "So we have all the time we need she'll not be back tonight and I want to play."
"Really? You want to fill me in on what you have in mind?" Jean smiled moving to lean her head back against her chest as he brought his lips close to her ear.
"Have you ever seen "Ghost" the film I mean with Demi Moore in it?"
"Yeah years ago why?"
"You remember the scene where….."
"Oh yeah I see where you're going now but "Ghost"? Seriously? I never had you down as a Rom-Com sort of guy." Jean smiled quickly rerunning the scene in question in her head feeling her heart race a little as his hands ran the length of her arms joining hers on the damp clay.
"I'm not." He continued pushing the pedal and guiding her hands as the clay moved and she gasped quietly as he moved closer his chest fusing with her back as he nibbled on her earlobe between sentences. "Just the idea of being this close to you, doing something so sensual and tactile drives me crazy."
"I can't see this making my next attempt at a pot any more successful." Jean whispered letting him guide her hands as the combination of his closeness and what he was saying made her head swim. As he gave up on describing what he wanted to do and put his plan into action dipping his hands into the water surrounding the clay cleaning off the worst of the sticky wet stone staring by removing the apron she was wearing and running his fingers nimbly down the buttons of her blouse.
"No, no you concentrate on your pot." He smiled as she tried to mimic his actions and become a little more involved herself. "You're supposed to be creating a masterpiece in clay there I can manage this on my own for now."
Waiting until she complied with his instruction he turned his attention back to his agonisingly slow appreciation of her body his hands cupping her breasts through the lace of her bra teasing her nipples to sharp points. Feeling her tremble under his attention he let his hands carry on their journey over her stomach popping the button of her skirt and letting his fingers slip inside her panties.
"James you're killing me." Jean moaned finally finding it impossible to concentrate on what she was supposed to be doing as she abandoned the potter's wheel and turned on the stool giving a satisfied sigh as his lips collided with hers. Fumbling with the belt of his trousers she released his length into her hand stroking it firmly smiling at the groan he gave.
Rising off the stool for a second he let her push his trousers and boxers around his ankles before pushing her skirt around her waist, pushing her panties aside and pulling her onto his lap. Sinking onto his length revelling in the way he filled her she started moving letting his hands on her hips guide the pace and depth of her movements.
"God you feel so good." James groaned feeling the pressure begin to build with alarming speed at the base of his shaft as she quietly moaned his name in a rhythmic chant and he knew she was seconds away from giving up to her own climax.
"Oh god….oh god…..I'm so close James I….." She moaned the end of her sentence being lost in a chorus of cries as he held her closer rising off the stool and filling her a final time as he gave up himself and for a moment the only sound in the room was the quiet gasps and laboured breathing as they came down again.
"Now that was exciting." James smiled ten minutes later as they rearranged their clothing and began clearing away the clay from the class.
"Yes it was." Jean agreed smiling back at him as he saw the mischievous glint return to her eye and knew she was already thinking about how best to surprise him next now that the ball was firmly back in her court.