Building a Dream: Part Three by Steveandjay

Building a Dream: Part three.This carries on directly from part two. Again, the names have been changed apart from Manus and Sara. Jay also had to help me with all the events and the dialogue is written as best as we can remember it.

Enjoy!

For speed and to avoid the heat we got the tube at Leicester Square and arrived at Waterloo. All the way to the tube Jay’s dress lifted up with the breeze and each time she let out a saucy giggle. Her arse and pussy was on clear show to everyone every time, the G-string material having ridden up, forcing her pussy lips apart. She was obviously a little bit drunk and very turned on from our recent conversation with our new friends

“I need a wee,” I said when we got to the main concourse.

“Okay but please be quick. “ Jay replied. “I really need that shag. I’ll wait here.”

Having found the loo and relieving myself I returned to Jay who seemed to be anxiously looking around.

“What’s up?” I asked

“That young man from the sex shop. He’s here somewhere. He saw me and stared for a few seconds then moved away quickly. I can’t see him now”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said looking around. “He’s probably ran off embarrassed.”

Jay carried on scanning the crowds and then said,

“No, there he is,” Jay was pointing towards the middle of the concourse.

The man was standing outside W H Smiths holding a carrier bag and he seemed to be looking around for someone

“He’s not looking for me, is he?” asked Jay with a slight panic in her voice, backing behind me.

“Why would he?” I replied. “He’s probably looking for his mates or maybe he’s meeting his girlfriend and panicked when he saw you in case you confront him and make a scene.”

“But what if he is looking for me? Is he expecting round two?”

“I doubt that very much. Don’t forget, he couldn’t get out of that shop quick enough

“Okay,” she said “let’s find out. I’ll put my phone discretely on speaker and head back to the hotel. You follow at a distance and if he follows, let me know. Don’t whatever you do lose him nor me, stay close but not too close. Let’s see if he follows me to the hotel. If he does, I’ll stop, let you catch up and we’ll confront him outside there on the street. We’ll do it quietly though; I don’t want to make a big scene in public.”

She called my phone, held it out in front of her at chest level and headed towards W H Smiths. Without looking at the man, she walked past and headed to the exit. The man saw her, seemed to hesitate, and then followed. I followed about twenty feet behind, keeping a safe distance

“He’s behind you.” I said in my best pantomime voice.

“Okay,” she replied in a quiet voice. “Don’t lose him.” She hung up and quickened her pace

I wasn’t sure that this was a good idea but decided to go along with it. As she said, he needs to be confronted about his actions

Jay got to within a hundred feet of the hotel then quickened her pace, almost at a trot. She flashed her room card at the outside door reader allowing the doors to open, then she entered, the doors automatically closing behind her

The man quickened his pace too but stopped when he saw her enter the hotel. Seeing that he couldn’t follow her in, he seemed unsure what to do. For about a minute he stood still before crossing the main road to stand opposite the hotel building.

I crossed to the same side of the road as the man and hung back by a street corner with a clear but discretely view of both the man and the hotel

I left it a couple of minutes, watching the man not moving before I rung Jay.

“Why did you run?” I asked when she answered.

“I desperately needed the loo.” She answered. “Fuck, I’ve messed this up now. What’s he doing?”

“He’s standing on the other side of the road, looking up at the room windows. Hang on; he’s moving to look at the side windows now.”

The man walked up and down, staying on the same side of the road looking either side of the building at all the room windows. It was now clear that he was definitely following Jay. He returned to face the front and stayed there, looking left to right and up and down at all the windows. This was starting to get uncomfortable.

“He’s back to the front now,” I said. “He’s definitely looking for you. What’s that noise?”

“I’m filling the sink,” she answered. “I’m going to have a wash. We need to get this sorted and quick. I desperately need that shag!”

I let this information about her having a ‘wash’ sink in and, having put two and two together, couldn’t help but smile.

“Well, we need to do something about our pervert soon if you want that shag.” I replied.

She giggled back to me, evidently still a bit drunk.

“Okay. Give it fifteen minutes so I can have a wash. If he’s still there call me back.” She said and hung up.

Fifteen minutes passed by and the man remained where he was, still looking at the windows. All the curtains were open but you clearly couldn’t see right into the rooms, especially on the upper floors and our room where Jay was.

I called Jay back. She didn’t answer on the first or second attempt but did on the third.

“Sorry,” she said. “I’m just drying now. Is he still there?”

“Yep, just scanning all the room windows. He’s obviously looking for you.”

“Okay,” she replied. “Let’s get him up here and confront him. I’ll go to the window to make sure he can see me so he can figure out what room I’m in. You had better get in front of him to open the outer door but let him overtake you and don’t, for fucks sake, let him get too far ahead. I’m going to leave the door open.”

“Are you sure about this?” I asked. “It’s a bit risky.”

“You’ll be there and anyway, what’s he going to do? He’ll shit himself with the two of us here. We’ll ask him why he thinks its okay to grope people, give him a bollocking then fuck him off out of here and we’ll do it quick. I am still so fucking horny and if I don’t get laid soon, I am going to scream.”

With that she hung up. I moved a bit closer to the man so I could get a view of our window and a few seconds later Jay put herself in clear view, just looking up and down the road but not directly at the man.

The man’s body language told me he had spotted her. I could imagine him mentally calculating the floor and room position.

I quickly crossed over the road and, with my back to the man, made a slow attempt to use my room card to open the door. The man took the bait and quickly entered in front of me and I saw him looking for the lift. I watched as he approached and hit the call button. With that, I headed to the stairs and ran up to our floor and stayed on the top step, holding the stairway door open and looked down the corridor to where Jay had left the door propped open with her shoulder bag.

I heard the ‘ping’ of the lift and the man exited. I expected him to turn his head to look up and down the corridor so ducked back and waited a couple of seconds before peering around the doorway

The man slowly and hesitantly walked along the corridor and stopped by the open doorway of our room where I could see that Jay had turned on one of the three fans still in the room. I watched the man and was surprised when he went to knock on the open door but he didn’t and slowly entered. At that, I sped up entered the room behind him and kicked the bag away letting the door slam shut.

The man looked around at me with panic on his face then Jay came out of the bathroom.

“Want something?” she asked, crossing her arms.

The man looked at us both as I moved past him and stood next to Jay. The man looked at me and put his hands up in defence.

“You were in the shop.” He said to me surprise. “Oh crap, I didn’t realise you were together. Please don’t hurt me.”

“I’m not going to hurt you,” I replied. “”we just want to talk about what you did.”

“I’m so, so sorry,” he said. “I don’t mean any harm. I really don’t. I’m not a mad rapist or stalker or anything. I came to give you these.” He held out a W H Smith bag to Jay which she took and opened.

“A box of Milk Tray?” Jay asked

“Yes,” the man replied. “I am so, so very sorry for touching you earlier. It was wrong, so very wrong. It’s just that seeing you in the shop I couldn’t stop myself. I’m not a pervert or anything, really I’m not.”

Jay threw the chocolates on the bed and crossed her arms again.

“What about fingering me? Did you do that because you thought the lady would love Milk Tray?” Jay asked in a serious tone

“I couldn’t help myself. You were just there, bending over. I thought you were teasing me. You looked so inviting and when I touched you, you didn’t move. You seemed to be okay with that. You didn’t move away from me and I got a bit carried away.” he replied. “And the chocolates are sort of an apology and a thank you.”

“A thank you?”

“Yeah. A thank you for my first ever blow job. Well, to be honest, my first ever time with a woman.”

Both me and Jay looked wide-eyed at each other and then I said,

“You’re a virgin?”

“Yeah,” he replied looking at his feet.

“How come?” asked Jay

“I’m not very good with woman, never have been. I’ve always been naturally shy and for many, many years I’ve suffered with a stammer. It’s only recently gone with a lot NLP treatment, you now, Neuro Linguistic Programming. It’s been awful growing up. Girls laughing at me when I approach them to ask them out and them telling their friends about it so they can all laugh.”

I knew Jay would relate to this. Her brother had a stammer for many years and she told me how lonely it was for him. Very few friends but a lot of teasing and unfriendly comments.

“But you can’t go around touching woman up.” I said. “You could get banged up for that and put on the sex register for life.”