The next week passed quickly; we had a lot of work at the garage for a change. On Friday night, I stopped at the Wooden Cross pub for a drink. I’d often do this on my way home from work. There would usually be a crowd of my friends who meet there once a week, telling stories and jokes. There were financial consultants, salesmen, truck drivers, and accountants, Simon, Andrew and sometimes Henry. It was the end of the week and we’d wind down and have a laugh and a joke before going home.
Simon came in late, bought himself a drink and came over to join us. Apparently, Julie’s car had broken down and he’d had to stop and fix it. We talked about this and that and then he said, “I’m looking forward to the party tomorrow night - are you?”
I shook my head and said, “What party?”
“I told you the other night in Lyddington, it’s Ken’s 40th birthday party at the Greek restaurant in Applers Green. I did tell you.”
“Well, who’s been invited?” I asked discreetly.
“There’re loads of us, all the crowd from last Saturday.”
I didn’t hear any more. I went into a trance because Julie would be there - that’s when I would ask her out.
I finished my drink and carefully made my way home. As I went in, Liz was just finishing her tea sitting by the telly. I kissed her on the head and carried on into the kitchen to get my tea out of the oven. Liz walked in behind me and put her plate in the sink. I asked her if she had remembered about tomorrow night at the Greek restaurant.
“Yes, I can’t come because I’m working Sunday morning and Denise isn’t here. She had to go to India, so you and Andrew will have to go on your own.”
It was getting better. I pretended to be upset but at the back of my mind I was thinking, we can play up and hopefully get drunk. I took my dinner through to the lounge on a tray, sat and watched some telly for a while and Liz went upstairs and got into bed.
I awoke next morning on the settee with the tray still on my lap. Liz had gone to work, so Mick and I had some breakfast and I took him to work with me. We messed about, washed my car, cleaned the truck and did some of the jobs I never usually got time to do in the week.
It was about midday when the phone rang. It was Simon panicking. “Julie has broken down on the motorway travelling back from her Nan’s and I need someone to fetch her and the car. I’ve just spoken to Andrew and he said you might be able to help me with your truck.”
“Slow down,” I said. “Tell me where she is first.”
“Sorry, she’s by the M54 somewhere in Telford,” he explained. “She was ringing from a callbox - I’ve got the number, have you got a pen?”
I wrote it down on my notepad. “Do you want to come with me or do you want to meet me there?”
“That’s my other problem, I’ve only got three hours to paint this car I’m working on before it’s collected. I haven’t got time,” he went on to say.
It suddenly hit me - Julie all alone, in the middle of nowhere, sitting, waiting for me to collect her like a knight in shining armour; tired, scared, not knowing what was happening. I could not believe it; I was beside myself. I tried to act calmly and said, “Yes, I’ll go, but you’ll owe me a few pints tonight.” He couldn’t thank me enough. It was me that should be thanking him.
I quickly rang Liz and asked her to get my suit ready and explained briefly that I wouldn’t be back till late and that if I came in then to get changed, I would probably wake her. I would be home soon to drop Mick off and would have a shower before going to collect the car, then I could go straight to the party afterwards.
I put the phone down and rang Julie. I could hardly hear; it was a terrible line. I could just make out that someone was there. I found myself shouting. “Is that you, Julie?” It was no good. I dialled the number again. It was a bit better but it wasn’t Julie. It was a woman’s voice. I asked, “Is there someone by you?”
She said, “No.”
“Is there a car close to you with the bonnet up?” She said no again, so I said, “Where are you?”
She replied, “Here, talking to you on the phone.”
So I tried once more. “Where is the phone?”
I couldn’t believe it when she said, “In my hand.” I put the phone down smiling but I was starting to worry a bit; it sounded like she had broken down in a nut-home.
I sat by the phone for five minutes, hoping Simon had told her I was on my way to fetch her. Then, as I was about to lock up, the phone rang. It was Julie. “Are you all right?” I said first.
“Yes, I’m on a different phone number to what Simon gave you, I found somewhere to wait.”
“OK, I will be there as soon as possible.” She gave me a rough idea where she was and the new phone number, then I said, “I’ll ring you from the truck when I’m a bit closer.”
I put the phone down and turned the computer off that Mick had been playing games on. We locked the office door and drove home in the truck, leaving my car at work.
When we got home, I had a quick shower, put my clothes in the truck and set out. As I pulled on to the M6, my phone rang in the cab. It was Julie.
She said, “It’s really nice of you to come all this way to fetch me.”
“It’s my pleasure,” I replied excitedly. “I’ll be with you in about two hours, are you all right where you are?”
“Yes, no problem. I booked myself into a hotel in case anything went wrong and I couldn’t get home tonight.”
It’s too good to be true, I thought to myself. I told her I would be there as soon as possible and her exact words were, “I can’t wait.”
I put the phone down and my foot to the floor and thought, neither can I.
The traffic was slowing down on the inside lane just before the turn off. I crawled on to the junction, pulled up on the side of the road, rang Julie and she gave me directions to the hotel.
When I eventually pulled up, she came running out of the front door. I opened the truck door for her and she leapt up into the cab, sat on my lap, flung her arms around me and gave me a kiss straight on the lips. She wasn’t the only thing that jumped up in the truck.
After a couple of minutes, she said, “I don’t believe we are here together all alone. Will we be in time for the party tonight?”
With a smirk on my face, I carefully said, “That’s up to you, we could turn up late.”
After all, she had been through, she still looked beautiful. She thought for a second and looked up at me and said, with a beaming smile, “It would be a shame to waste the room.” She kissed me again, with her hand slowly falling down my cheek.
We climbed out of the cab and I followed Julie, past the reception, up the stairs to the third floor, running and holding hands. As she unlocked her door, we kissed again briefly and then she pulled me in. As soon as the door was closed, she pushed me back against it and unzipped my trousers, licking my lips and tongue with the tip of hers, as if we only had the room for minutes. She flicked my trouser clip open and they fell to the floor, followed by my pants. We continued to lick each other.
I put my hands up under each side of her skirt, felt for the thin sidepieces of her panties and ripped them off. As they dropped to the floor, she kicked them away. I put my hands under each of her legs and, pulling them apart, I lifted her off the ground, turning around and pushing her back against the door. I felt myself enter Julie in one thrust. She shouted, “More, more, faster, faster!”
It wasn’t long before it was all over. I found it hard to control myself, I couldn’t stop. I opened my eyes to see Julie’s lovely face in front of me. Her head was resting against the door and she had beads of sweat on her forehead.
She opened her eyes and said, “I’ve been waiting for that to happen for years and years.”
I gently placed her back on the floor and we kissed some more, holding each other.
Still standing in the room, I glanced at my watch over her shoulder and quietly said, “It’s 6.30, shall we make a move?”
Looking up at me with big blue eyes, she said, “Can we stay a little longer? It might never happen again.”
“I wanted to ask you last week in Lyddington about going out for a night but I couldn’t ask you when we were dancing. I was just scared in case you said no and then Henry butted in and I lost my chance. I would like to spend the whole night with you.”
“I’d love that,” she replied.
“So if I arrange something in the next week and let you know?”
“Just give me a few days’ notice, I’m sure I could work it,” she said and kissed me on the nose.
We collected our things together, got dressed and made our way down the stairs to the reception desk. I took Julie’s bag out, climbed into the truck and Julie followed a few minutes later.
She rummaged through her bag as we pulled off the drive and found a pair of panties to put on.
“The others are still in the room,” she said.
“Don’t worry, they wouldn’t fit you now anyway,” I jokingly said. We laughed as we drove off to fetch her broken-down car.
Julie gave me directions and we found the car on the side of the road. She stayed in the cab while I loaded it on the back of the truck and strapped it down tight. We started back. On the way she told me how she’d taken a taxi to the hotel. I told her about the funny phone call I had trying to reach her and how surprised I was when Simon phoned.
We arrived back at the garage about nine o’clock. I left the car on the back of the truck, locked in the yard, and we drove quickly back to Julie’s house. I got changed downstairs while she had a bath and we were at the restaurant 45 minutes later.
As we walked though the door of the restaurant, Simon came running over and kissed Julie. She looked a bit guilty and dropped her head as he shook my hand and said, “Thanks for doing that.”
Smiling to myself, I mumbled that it was a pleasure.
Everyone looked as if they were having a good time singing and dancing, so Julie and I went and sat down to have something to eat. Everyone else had already eaten. We were so hungry. Simon went up to the bar to get us a drink, while we sat waiting to order. I held Julie’s hand under the table and she squeezed it hard and said, “Thank you for bringing me home.”
I whispered in her ear, “You can thank me again next week. Can you come up with a good excuse to stay out all night?”
“Yes, I’ll just say I’m going to see my aunt or something like that.”
“No, you can’t say that, it must be somewhere that Simon can’t ring you. Have you got a friend that lives far away? Someone you can go and visit? And then you can ring Simon and say you had one drink too many and you’re going to stay the night and you’ll be back in the morning.”
I looked across the room and Simon was bringing the drinks over. As he put them on the table, he said, “I’ve had trouble trying to get you something to eat; the kitchens were just closing but I explained what has happened and why you were late and the manager is sending a waiter over.”
Julie took a mouthful of wine and said, “Good, I haven’t eaten all day.”
Simon sat next to me and thanked me again and asked if I’d found it OK. I told him everything went to plan and he said, “Good, I thought Julie might have to pay for the hotel.”
A cold shiver went straight through me. I didn’t know what he was going to say next; I wasn’t sure how much he knew. Then Julie interrupted. “I gave them my credit card at the desk and, while I was waiting, I went up to the room and lay on the bed for a bit - they charged me for it, I’m sure. As I left, I signed the slip but I was so glad to be coming home, I didn’t look to see how much it was.”
“Never mind, at least you’re here now”. Then he stood up as the waiter came to the table and said, “I’ll get you another drink to have with your meal, you have some catching up to do.”
We ordered starters and a main course. We could see the waiter wasn’t very happy; he probably thought he had finished for the night. I was disappointed he didn’t look or sound Greek, so that I could show off.
Julie grabbed my hand again and said, “That was close, I had to tell him that because he’ll see the bill when it comes in.”
“I know I was worried about that too.”
We talked for a while and the food arrived. It was a different waiter. He put the tray down on the table and said with a Greek accent, “I hear you broken down with your car, I am so happy for you to make in time for the meal. I was closing the kitchens as you came. It would have been a shame for you to miss such a beautiful meal, so enjoy.”
Julie said thank you as he placed a salad in front of her and, as he turned to me, I said, “Efharist’o garson” (thank you waiter).
His ears pricked up and he smiled and said, “You can speak the Greek?”
I told him, just a little, and asked him, “Ti kanei?s” (How are you?)
He replied, “Kalla, esis ti canis?” (Well, and how are you?)
I replied with, “As ta lene kala” (can’t complain). I began to eat my starter, as if to say, no more talking, I’m hungry, and he said something else that I didn’t understand. I nodded and said, “I will speak with you after my dinner, at the bar.”
He smiled and said, “A little ouzo later, perhaps,” and left.
I had the calamari; that’s squid in batter. It was very nice. For the main dish, I had beef stifardo. Julie had fish. The food was excellent.
When we’d finished at the table, Julie had a dance and I went to speak with the waiter. I had a couple of ouzos (my favourite drink) and talked to him for a while. The party came to an end just after midnight and most of us went back to Ken’s house by taxi and carried on. I had a couple of dances with Julie and left about 2.30 and arrived home an hour before Liz got up for work. I fell asleep on the settee downstairs and when she left I went and got into bed.
Mick woke me up at ten o’clock by jumping on my head, shouting, “Dad, can we go over the park?” We had a pillow fight first, then went to the park and played football for a while. When Liz came home, she took me to collect my car from the Greek restaurant.
On the Monday, I got up early and went for a run. Liz had a day off. I made my way to work after dropping Mick at school. The traffic was quite bad, so I went the back way, past Lucy’s house. Lucy is number three on my list of dates. She is five feet six, with blonde shoulder-length hair and slim with a gorgeous big bust.
As I passed her house, I saw her crossing the road, so stopped and chatted for a while. Lucy told me that her husband Ivor was away again on business and how bored she was staying in on her own night after night, so I told her to ring Liz and arrange a night out; Liz hadn’t seen Lucy for ages.
“That would be nice,” she said. “We’ve been so busy lately with one thing and another. The roof has had to be done, the next door’s windows, it’s been a nightmare. I won’t go into it now but when Ivor is back, you and Liz will have to come round for a meal and I will explain how much work Ivor caused us while he was on the roof one day.”
“It sounds fascinating, I can’t wait. Give Liz a ring and sort something out soon then.”
I said goodbye and drove off to work. Lucy would be harder to ask out; she was not really the unfaithful type.
I was almost at work when my mobile rang. It was Julie. I asked her if she was all right and she said, “Yes, the kids have gone to school, Simon’s gone to work and I thought you might pop round to see me, the house is empty.”
“No!” I said and explained that we had to be very careful about this. “If any one of your neighbours saw me going into your house in the day, they could say something to Simon. I’ll arrange something this week and call you back.”
With a sad voice she said, “I want to see you, I can’t wait that long.”
“I’ll ring you back, I promise.” I turned the phone off as I pulled up at work.
When I got out of the car, Roger reminded me that I should have collected a car on the way in. I had completely forgotten about it.
Later that day, I had a good idea. I phoned my friend down the road, to see if he could recommend someone that would hire out a chauffeur-driven limo. He gave me a number to try and, when I eventually got through, I explained that I wanted to take someone out on a very special date.
“That’s our speciality,” he said. “We have a fully stretched white Lincoln limousine, with full air conditioning, colour TV, drinks compartment and leather seats.” He gave me the price with a chauffeur and I booked it for Friday night. I quickly phoned Julie, to tell her, and said that I would ring her later in the week. One of Julie’s favourite films was The Bodyguard with Kevin Costner and Whitney Houston.
Julie was a very romantic girl, so the limo would be a good start to a very exotic evening.