Only one more day on holiday. Back to London next chapter...
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Rising early, they stopped at a garage on the way out of Cornwall for petrol and cigarettes. Alex looked around for something to amuse herself with on the long drive. She could only tease Gene for so long, after all. She pulled a copy of Sharpe's Eagle out of the rack of paperback books and set it on the counter next to his cigarettes. She had a vague memory that it had been made into a television series at some point in the future.
"Tell you wot." Gene took a map off a shelf and pressed it against Alex's chest. "You can choose where we stop, how's that." He turned to the shop assistant behind the counter and pointed to the cigarettes and Alex's book. "And the map." Gene paid and followed Alex out to the street.
"Cheap excuse to cop a feel, Gene." She smirked at him.
"Can't get anything past you, can I?" He grabbed her from behind, kissing her on the side of the neck.
They still hadn't decided if they were going to drive the whole way, or stop somewhere overnight. Alex wanted to go straight to London. She hoped to have Sunday to relax and wash clothes, possibly even curl up with Gene and watch a film. Gene wanted to stop somewhere for the night, get drunk and enjoy one last night of holiday shagging before real responsibilities turned him back into a miserable bastard.
"There is no way we're going to drive all the way there. Traffic will be all bollocked up. We'll stop halfway and get something to eat 'n stay for the night. If we leave very early tomorrow we should be able to get back in time to do whatever you want."
Alex pouted as she got into the car, spreading the map on her lap. "If you insist."
"I do." He lit a cigarette and slipped on his driving gloves before starting the engine.
"Fine." She looked at the map, her finger tracing a route. "How about Salisbury? We could extend our holiday a bit. Do some sightseeing."
Gene glanced at her, scowling. "Salisbury? Wot, d'you want to see Stonehenge?" He sighed, staring out the window. They've got racing in Salisbury. "But I reckon it'll do."
Satisfied, Alex folded the map and put it in the glove box, settling in to enjoy the ride.
Traffic was slow getting out of Cornwall and Gene was becoming irritable, so after a few failed attempts to start a conversation, she picked up her book. She managed to read through Gene's swearing, but by the time he lit his third cigarette in a row she had to say something.
"You know Gene, you don't have to smoke them all at once."
He scowled in her direction, blowing smoke through his nose.
"For God's sake, Gene." She rolled down her window for air, but was choked as the rush of exhaust fumes rushed in and rolled it back up. "I'm going to suffocate. Please take a break. If it's bothering you that much I'll drive."
He snorted. "I did not buy enough cigarettes to let you drive." But he rolled down his window and threw his half smoked fag out anyway.
She rolled her eyes. He was impossible when he was like this, she knew, but she didn't want to be stuck in the car with Gene doing his best impersonation of a chimney. Deciding to ignore him as long as possible, she went back to her book.
An hour later they'd made some slow progress and Alex had got used to the complaints and Gene's incessant drumming of his fingers on the steering wheel, the dashboard, the inside of the door...
"Would you please stop that?" She slammed her book shut.
He turned his head. "Stop wot." They'd stopped again.
"The drumming."
"Bloody hell Alex! You won't let me smoke! What the hell am I supposed to do? We're just sittin' 'here!"
"I know it's difficult Gene, but we'll just have to make a go of it. It can't last forever."
"Make a go of bein' stuck in traffic at the bloody arse end of the country with no 'ope of getting out? At this rate we'll be spending the night in the bloody car!"
Alex took a deep breath. She was going to have to take a different tack.
"I have an idea." Alex wriggled a bit in her seat. She was wearing the yellow dress that buttoned all the way up the front, down to the hem. She started undoing the buttons, slowly to be sure Gene had time to see her doing it.
"What's your idea." When she didn't answer he glanced at her, doing a double take. "What are you doing?"
"Thought it might take your mind off the traffic."
"Christ Alex. That'll take my mind off the traffic. I'll be drivin' all the way to Salisbury with a hard-on if you go any further." He looked over at her. She'd finished the buttons and had opened her dress enough for him to see her breasts, and the lacy red bra that covered them. He took a deep breath, shifting in his seat. "Not fair Alex." He pouted. "You do know anyone looking into the car will be able to see your tits, don't you."
"Move over to the inside lane and they won't see too much. Besides, I don't care if it keeps you happy for the rest of the ride."
"Happy? Frustrated is more like it." Taking a deep breath, he stepped on the accelerator as the traffic moved along. "So, uh, are you wearin' red knickers, too?"
She laughed. "Yes, Gene. Matching red knickers. Want to see?"
"Yes. Take them off."
"What?"
"Your knickers. Take them off, Alex." He looked at her as she started to protest. "You started it."
She raised her eyebrows. "Alright." Reaching under her dress she wriggled out of her knickers, hanging them off her finger. "Anywhere you'd like me to put them?"
"Yes." He snatched them out of her hand, throwing them in the back seat.
Traffic was moving faster now, and while still heavy they were making progress. Gene couldn't take his hands off the wheel, or his eyes off the road, but kept glancing over at Alex as she unbuttoned her dress to the hem.
She would have preferred to sit closer, to run her hands under his shirt, over his flesh, but unfortunately the bucket seats of the Quattro and handbrake stuck between them made that awkward, if not impossible. Instead, shifting in her seat Alex turned to face him, letting her dress fall open as she tucked one leg under the other.
"Oh God" Gene hissed, casting a glance in her direction. He shifted again in his seat, the bulge in his trousers straining painfully against the fabric. "When we get to Salisbury I'm goin' to have you right over the bloody bed." Forgetting about the gloves, his left hand reached out, resting on her thigh. "Sorry" he pulled it back, unsnapping the strap with his teeth.
"Gene, wait" she reached for his hand. "Leave them on."
"Leave them..." He looked over as she took his hand, placing it on her leg, and crossing the other on top of it. "Oh."
"Just drive Gene" she breathed. Leaning the seat back she placed one hand over his gloved one, pressing it against her, the smooth and rough sensation of the glove on her clit causing her to cry out softly. Her own fingers dipped inside her as she rubbed against the leather, her arousal increasing rapidly as Gene watched helplessly from the driver's seat. Out of the corner of his eye he watched her other hand slip beneath the lace of her bra, gently pinching her nipple until it was hard. Legs spread wide, trying to ease his own aching desire, Gene drove on as Alex continued, groaning as he heard her gasp quietly when she finally climaxed.
"That seems a bit unfair." He pulled off the driving glove with his teeth, throwing it into the back seat with Alex's forgotten knickers.
"I know, but you're driving." Alex pulled her dress around to cover her slightly and slipped one hand over his thigh.
Gene looked at her, her eyes shining from her recent orgasm. He wanted to pull the car over, pull her to him, touch her, anything.
"Careful Alex" he said through gritted teeth as her hand crept between his legs. "Not while I'm driving."
She leaned over planting a kiss on his ear. "Promise I'll make up for it later."
Gene snorted. "You bloody bet you will."
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By the time they reached Salisbury it was early afternoon. Gene had Alex's skirt up and his trousers down two minutes after they reached their hotel room.
"You know Gene" Alex murmured into his neck after they'd both been satisfied. "I did want to do some sightseeing while we're here, but I could be convinced to spend the rest of the afternoon in bed."
Gene could see his bargaining chip to get to the racing disappearing as Alex pulled herself closer to him. He'd asked at the reception and there were definitely evening races tonight.
"Dunno Alex. It may be a while before we get back here. If there's something you'd like to see, we should try to get to it in the few hours we have left."
She didn't take much convincing, and an hour later they were walking around Salisbury Cathedral, Gene doing his best to feign interest while following Alex around. At least it wasn't modern art.
By the time 5:30 approached, he couldn't stop looking at his watch.
"Gene? Is everything OK?"
"What?" He looked up from his wrist. "OK? Yeah, everythin's OK, why?"
"You can't stop looking at your watch."
"Oh. Really?" He looked at his watch again. "Oh. Um, it's just that, I was thinking maybe we could, uh, go for dinner soon?"
"It's a bit early, don't you think?" Alex folded her arms over her chest. He was up to something.
"Is it? Hmmm."
"Gene, what do you want?"
"They've got an evening meeting at the racetrack. And we could 'ave dinner. Sit with the posh bast – uh."
Alex laughed. "That's fine Gene. It's your holiday as well. I'd love to go to the races with you."
"Really?" He looked relieved. "We should go then. Have to change."
"Change?"
"I'll need a jacket and tie."
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Alex had to admit dinner was good, even though Gene was so anxious about the races he could barely stay seated. Luckily they had a good view of the finish line from their table. He only almost knocked it over a few times.
After dinner they wandered over to the viewing stand, but Gene became more and more irritable as he kept losing. "Bloody nags." Gene ripped up his betting slips and threw them in the air. Alex could tell he was trying not to take it out on her, but she decided now would be a good time for her to fetch them more drinks from the bar.
It took longer than expected, and by the time she returned Gene was jumping up and down, arm around a short man who'd been standing next to them all evening and with whom he had been commiserating with on their joint bad luck.
"Gene!"
He turned wearing the biggest grin she thought she'd even seen on him. Without a word he grabbed Alex around the waist, lifting her up and spinning her around.
Alex laughed. "You're spilling our drinks all over everyone!"
"Oh bugger everyone." He set her down, planting his lips on hers.
"Better luck, then?" She managed when he finally pulled away.
"Much better." His eyebrows rose with his grin. "Come on" he took the drinks from her and set them on the nearest table. "Let's collect my winnings and get out of here. Celebrate."
"Celebrate? How much did you win, Gene?"
"Enough." He grabbed her hand, pulling her through the crowd and out to the car park. It hadn't been the last race, but there weren't too many more and the crowd was thinning out.
"Enough? Enough for what?"
He didn't answer. They'd reached the Quattro and he pushed her gently up against the car. His body pressed against hers as her took her face in his hands and kissed her urgently, his tongue dipping in and out of her mouth until her body curved to meet him, her hands gripping his shirt.
"Alex" he murmured, kissing her jaw as she sighed against him. "Let's get pissed."
She put her hands around his neck, pulling him closer, her forehead resting against his. "Do you think you can get me drunk and do whatever you like with me, Mr. Hunt?"
"Yes, I do. And I plan to." He opened the door and Alex giggled as she got in.
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Hours later they stumbled from the pub, Gene so drunk Alex had to hold him up, only she wasn't faring much better.
"Gene, too heavy. Stan'up." She tried to shift his weight, catching the wall as she lost her balance.
"Sorry. Whichways th'otel?" He leaned against the wall.
Alex took a step onto the pavement, looking confusedly in several directions before settling on one. "Tha'way" she pointed.
"Y'sure?" Gene pushed himself away from the wall, swaying a bit as he put his arm around her shoulders.
Alex shook her head slowly. "Nottat all."
"Good enuff."
They marched off, leaning on each other to keep upright. After walking some time, turning left, then right, then left again, Alex stopped. She turned in a circle as Gene stared at her.
"Wot?"
"We're lossst." She shrugged.
He shook his head. "Can' be lost. We werat the pub." He pointed in a random direction that Alex was sure was nowhere near the pub.
"We were. Now we're not. Don' know where we are now."
"Hmm. Migh' as well keep walkin'" Gene wandered off in a new direction, Alex following him through the quiet streets of a city foreign to both of them.
All at once tired of walking in circles, Alex sat on a low stone wall set back a bit from the pavement. She slapped her hand on it, indicating for Gene to sit next to her. He sat, slipping off-balance and went tumbling over the other side, landing on the lawn.
"What're you doin' down there?" Alex looked down at him, flat on his back.
"Come down'ere'n see." He reached up grabbing her hand and pulling her on top of him with an "oof!" from both.
He may have been drunk, but he was quick, and he rolled her over onto her back, capturing her mouth with drunken kisses as he did. Alex giggled, kissing him back, slipping her hands under his jacket and around his back.
"Love you Alex" he slurred, kissing from her neck to bare skin of her throat, the curve at the top of her breast. "How d'yeh pu'up wi' me." He kept kissing and she wriggled underneath him.
"Gene. We're out in the open. The whole bloody world will see. What are you doing?" He'd undone a few buttons on her dress and was quickly peeling back the lace of her bra, covering the bare nipple with his mouth in answer to her question.
Attention given, he covered her and rose to all fours. "S'the middle of the night, Alex." He kissed her, lingering. "We are the whole bloody world. But if it makes you feel better" he crawled over her, settling behind a large shrub, clearly put there to hide this sort of thing from innocent passersby as far as he was concerned. "Come 'ere."
Alex sat up. Slightly more sober, but no less reckless for it, she crawled over to him, pushing him down onto his back. Gene propped himself up on his elbows as she straddled his thighs and quickly pulled his shirt from his trousers, her hands running over his stomach, over his chest, teasing lightly at each nipple. Eyes locked, Gene watched her as she unhooked his belt, undid his trousers and slipped them down, leaving him exposed. He watched her as she stroked him, as his breath became shallower, as she dipped her head and her tongue worked slowly up the length of his full erection. Finally his head fell backward as she took him into her mouth, her tongue, her lips caressing him as he whispered. "Oh yeah, god like that." His hips rose slightly as she sucked him, conscious that they were outside, but not wanting it to end. "Love you, more, don't stop that Alex. Never stop that. Aaahhhh!" Gene thrust gently as he felt himself nearing the edge, felt himself falling. Sensing his completion Alex pulled him closer, taking him as deeply as she could until he jerked, throbbing against her tongue as he spilled into her mouth.
Breathing hard, he pulled her close, foreheads touching
"Alex" he breathed, suddenly feeling much less drunk. Forget everything I've ever said. I love you. Marry me. Never bloody leave me.
"Yes Gene?" She kissed him gently as she helped him wriggle up his trousers.
"We should find the hotel."
She giggled. "Yeah, OK. I think I know where it is."
"Oh. And Alex?"
"What?"
"I think we're going to Hell" He indicated for her to look up, and she did. Into the towering spire of Salisbury Cathedral.
"Ah well." She stood up, smiling as she held out her hand for Gene. "Good to know for certain, then."