It was on the Monday afternoon when I drove over to Bletchminster, found a quiet restaurant and booked a table for two. Then I went into the town and came across a club that looked like fun but it was closed till six o’clock. I went across to the Chateau Etoile and booked the honeymoon suite in the name of Houston and on Tuesday I drove over to see the limo and paid for that.
I was very excited about this date. I phoned Julie on the Wednesday to make the final arrangements but Simon answered the phone. I was stumbling and fumbling for words; I was surprised when he said hello. I asked him if he’d found out what was wrong with the car.
“... Yes,” he said eventually. “You’re lucky to catch me in.”
I interrupted him and said, “I haven’t got your work number in my truck and all week I’ve been meaning to ring you. I’ve just done another recovery and it reminded me and I thought Julie could tell me. I was just curious. When I get back to the garage, I’ll probably forget again...” I suddenly thought to myself, I bet I’m nervously going on a bit, then he went into a long conversation about the car and what the problem was - I didn’t really want to know.
I hung up eventually and rang Julie back later. I told her how to get to the restaurant and that the table was booked for 7.30, the rest would be a surprise. Then Julie told me that she’d told Simon she was going to a hen party in Worcester and he was all right with that.
On the Thursday night, while we were having dinner, I told Liz that a group of us were going up to Yorkshire in one car on Friday afternoon, to a car auction. We would stay the night and get up early ready for when it opened, so that way we could have a good look at all the cars first on the Saturday morning and bring them home Saturday afternoon; apparently, they are a lot cheaper up there, or so I told her.
“That’s a good idea,” she said. “I’m off at the weekend, so I can look after Mick. Is Andrew going with you? I know Denise is away.”
“No, I didn’t ask him, there won’t be enough room in the car.”
On the Friday morning, I got up early and went for a run as usual and left for work with some clean clothes in the car and my overnight bag. I dropped Mick off at school. As we stopped up by the gates, I noticed a woman dropping her daughter off at the same time. She was tall and slim with long dark hair and sunglasses holding her fringe up. I kissed Mick and told him I would see him the following night. Even he passed a comment on how nice she was. As I pulled away, she was just locking the door to her BMW and I had to slow down. She looked at me with one of the sexiest smiles I’ve ever seen. I carried on to work.
There wasn’t much going on, so I spent the day making the wages up, then stashed them in the drawer before an early finish. I stopped off at the dry cleaners to collect my tux, then carried on to the Chateau.
I used the room to get changed. It was an amazing place. I had a quick shower, which was more like a massage, put my suit on and went to wait for the limo.
As I stood by the entrance, mesmerised by all the paintings on the walls, I heard someone’s voice in the background. “Mr Houston, your car is here.” At first, I took no notice, then it suddenly hit me, that’s me. I turned around to see half a dozen people staring. I moved closer to the door; the long white limo was parked there at the bottom of the steps. The driver was holding the rear door open as the doorman escorted me outside.
As I approached, the driver took his cap off and said, “Good evening sir.” I sat in the back and looked out of the side window as the door shut. I could see people trying to look inside, but they couldn’t see me through the dark glass.
Everything in the car was cream leather and walnut. The television was on as we pulled away. The driver adjusted his mirror and said, “ I’ve got the music you requested, shall I put it on yet?”
“No, can you put it on when we come out of the restaurant after the meal? Julie will be with me then, it’s a surprise for her,” I said excitedly.
The driver opened the door for me again when we arrived at the restaurant. As I stood up from the back seat, I arranged to meet him at nine and then I asked him, “Could you do me a favour? I tried to book everything in advance, but I couldn’t pay for the club called the Manor, it was shut. If I give you some money, can you go there now, pay for it and ask if we can go straight in? We don’t want to wait outside, it will spoil the night.”
The driver winked and said, “Leave it with me, I know one of the doormen.”
As I walked towards the restaurant, I had a quick glance around the car park to see if Julie’s car was there but I couldn’t see it. My stomach was churning over; I didn’t know if it was because I was hungry or scared.
“I have a table booked for two,” I said to the waiter who greeted me just inside the door.
“Yes, sir, if you would like to step this way. Your guest is already here.”
That’s odd, I thought, she doesn’t know what name I booked it under. I followed him to the table and, as I approached, I could see it wasn’t Julie. I explained that he must have got us mixed up and he was very apologetic. I did say to him that if my guest didn’t turn up, she would do, and he laughed.
I sat at the table, nervously waiting, and ordered myself a large whiskey and lemonade with ice. The excitement was starting to wear off as it approached eight o’clock. Then the door flew open and Julie was standing looking around the room as she took her coat off and passed it to the waiter. I stood up so that she could see me. With a big smile on her lovely face, she waved. I was so relieved. Julie looked fantastic as she walked towards me; she was dressed in a short black shiny dress, with diamonds around her neck, and her auburn hair had drooped over the sides of her face. We kissed and sat down together. She apologized for being late, as she pushed her hair behind her ears. I told her I was worried the car had broken down again but she reassured me with a smile that everything was all right on that front.
The waiter appeared and gave us two menus and then he asked Julie if she wanted a drink. She looked at him and indecisively said, “Can ... I ... have, err ... gin and tonic, please, I am dying of thirst.”
“I’ll have another one of these, please,” I asked as he walked to the bar.
Julie explained that she’d left the motorway at the wrong junction and had to go all the way down a long dual carriageway before she could get back onto the right road.
The waiter was already back with the drinks and asked if we were ready to order. After Julie took a sip from her glass, she said, “Two minutes, I must have a look and choose something nice.”
We talked for a while browsed through the menu and ordered our meals with a bottle of wine. I had a steak and Julie had chicken in a white wine sauce. After that, we had two sweets from the trolley, coffee and brandies and sat talking till the waiter came over and said, “Your car is here, sir.”
Julie looked up and grinned. “What car?”
“It’s a surprise.” We stood up and walked over to the door and Julie put her coat on. We said thank you and walked outside. I looked at Julie’s face as she stared at the limo. She was ecstatic. She grabbed my arm with both hands and, squeezing it tightly, she said, “That’s the car from The Bodyguard.”
I laughed and said, “Wait till you see what else I’ve got planned for this night of ours.”
The driver opened the rear door and, as we got nearer to the car, we could hear Whitney singing her heart out. The driver touched his hat with his finger and thumb and said good evening. Still, with a smile on her face, we climbed into the back and the chauffeur walked around the rear of the car and got in.
Julie put her arm through mine and kissed me on my cheek. I looked at her as the car pulled away and she had tears in her eyes. “This is so romantic,” she said. We sat there, holding hands and listening to the music. The driver told me everything was arranged at the other end. As we turned the last corner before the Manor club, I could see a queue of people outside waiting to go in. The car pulled up, the driver got out and opened the door for us. I got out first, still holding Julie’s hand, and we stood together by the car. Everyone in the queue turned to look at us; they must have thought we were film stars.
A doorman came down the steps and said, “Would you like to follow me?” and held my arm.
I heard the driver shout; “I will see you at 11.30.” I turned and thanked him as we went up to the entrance, past everyone else who was waiting, and in through the door.
The manager came over and shook Julie’s hand first and then mine and said, “I hope you have a pleasant evening.”
We carried on up to the bar first. I stood leaning on the bar, with Julie in front of me, and my arm around her waist. After I ordered the drinks, she kissed me again. We looked around the room; all the lights were flashing and the music was very loud. I paid for the drinks and shouted in Julie’s ear, “Shall we sit down over there?” She nodded and we walked over to one side, where it was a bit quieter and more secluded. We sat for a while, danced two or three times, had a few more drinks and eventually when the music slowed down, we had a few close dances. I couldn’t stop myself thinking about the rest of the night in the hotel.
At about 11 o’clock we sat back down. I left Julie for a moment, to visit the Gents. When I came out, there was a scruffy man sitting next to Julie. He was leaning all over her. I hurried back to our table and, as I approached, I heard him say to Julie, “Who the fuck are you, then?”
As I stood in front of him, he lifted his head up and tried to focus on me. He was about 35-40 and looked paralytic. Julie seemed upset, so I grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the dance floor. I asked her if she was all right.
“I was scared more than anything.” I held her close and we danced for a while, hoping he had collapsed somewhere in a corner.
A few minutes went by, then, out the corner of my eye, I could see him staggering on to the dance floor towards us, knocking people out of the way. I quickly looked around the room to see if there was a bouncer handy. As he got nearer, he shouted, “I was talking to her, mate.”
I turned my back on him and tried to take no notice, but he started poking me in the back. I turned quickly and grabbed him by the throat at arm’s length, with one hand. He looked horrified. I shouted calmly, “Look, ginger, I’m here with this lady and I don’t need aggro from some pissed up arsehole like you.”
Just then I noticed a big bouncer appear like a genie from a lamp, grab his arm and drag him along the floor to the exit. I turned back to see if Julie was OK and she buried her head in my chest. I held her in my arms for a few moments to try to calm her down; she was shaking like a leaf. Then I took her back to our table, sat her down and said, “He’s gone now, don’t worry,” and put my arm over her shoulders.
As I looked up, the bouncer knelt down on one knee in front of us and said in a deep voice, “Is the lady OK?”
“Yes,” I said. “Just a bit shook up.”
“The manager sends his apologies and has asked me to get you both a drink from the bar.”
“No, it’s all right.”
Then he interrupted me. “The manager insists.” He stood up, clicked his fingers and a waitress came over. He ordered two glasses of champagne and explained to us that the drunk was in the queue outside when we walked in and while he was paying the cashier, he’d said, “What have they got that I haven’t?”
“We thought something might happen, so we were watching him.” The waitress came over with our drinks on a tray and put them on the table next to us. “We’ve thrown him out now, so don’t worry, enjoy yourselves.” I thanked him for his help, and he walked off.
Julie looked up and said, “I’m all right now”.
I looked at my watch; it was 11.25. “Shall we go? The car will be here in five minutes.” We both had a mouthful of champagne and walked out to the door.
As we were waiting, the manager came over and apologised once again and asked if we were leaving because of the trouble. “No,” Julie said. “Our car’s picking us up at 11.30, we had a lovely time and there was no need for the free drinks.”
“As long as you’ve enjoyed yourselves,” he said as he shook my hand.
The driver walked through the door bang on time. As he took his hat off and tucked it under his arm, he said, “Are you ready to leave?”
I nodded and shook hands with the bouncer that had looked after us and I walked towards the door. As I looked through the glass, I could see the drunk standing by the back of the car. Not wanting to upset Julie any more, I had to think quickly, so I whispered in the driver’s ear, “There’s someone pissing on your limo.” He went through the door like a rocket, jumped on the drunk and threw him to the ground. The bouncer ran out, so I quickly said to Julie, “Let’s go.” I grabbed her hand and, as I pulled her, she banged her foot on the doorframe. I looked up and the driver was holding the car door open while the bouncer was holding the drunk down on the floor. Julie had stopped to rub her ankle, so I picked her up in my arms and ran down the steps quickly to the car. I placed her in the back seat carefully, pushed her over to the far side and got in as the door slammed behind me. I put my arm around her as the driver jumped in his seat.
I shouted, “Drive off quickly before the police come,” and he took off like it was a formula one racing car. “That’s the last thing we need now,” I said to Julie, who was laughing. “Are you all right?” I asked.
She nodded as if to say yes. We cuddled up in the back with the music still playing, when all of a sudden she looked up at me and said, “Did you help write the script for The Bodyguard?” I laughed, and in the mirror, I could see the driver chuckling to himself.
The car drove through the entrance of the Chateau Etoile and along the massive drive. Julie didn’t say a word, she just stared out of the side window all the way. We eventually pulled up in front of the hotel. Julie couldn’t believe her eyes.
“Are we staying here tonight?” she said staring at the magnificent floodlit building.
The driver opened the door for the last time. Julie got out first. She thanked the driver and, as I stood up, I shook his hand and thanked him too.
He said, “I’ve got £25 left; you gave me too much for the club.”
I shook his hand again and said, “Keep it, you earned it tonight.”
He touched his hat again, nodded his head, and said, “Thank you, sir, that’s very nice.”
I put my arm around Julie’s shoulders and she put her arm around my waist. We walked up the steps into the hotel slowly, through the doors and up to the reception desk. “Can I have the key for room 416, please, in the name of Houston?”
Julie looked at me and said, “Whitney.”
I kissed her quickly to stop her saying any more and said quietly, “Shhhhh,” as the man got the key and placed it on the desk. I asked if we could have an alarm call at six a.m., then we said goodnight and walked towards the lift. There was music playing very faintly in the background as we waited for the lift doors to open. On entering the lift, we were finally alone, so we kissed and messed with each other all the way up to our floor; there was only one thing on our minds now.
As the door opened, we stepped out and found our room. I nervously unlocked the door, with Julie pushing me and whispering, “Hurry up, Kevin, I want you.”
We went in and I locked the door while Julie went over to the bed. As I turned around, she was holding up a bunch of flowers. She looked and smelt them and said, “You are so romantic.”
I thought for a moment, undecided whether to pretend they were from me. As she pulled the card out I said, “Unfortunately, I didn’t send them.”
She unpicked the envelope and said, “They’re from the hotel management and this bottle of champagne. The card says ‘Best wishes Mr and Mrs Houston on your wedding day’.” She placed them on the side and I walked over, put my arms around her and kissed her. “Not yet, you naughty Mr Houston,” she said and went into the bathroom.
I casually glanced around the room. It was amazing. Everything was silk; I hadn’t really noticed earlier. The carpet was white and the giant four-poster bed was in black, with drapes all around it. I felt it too see how soft it was and wasn’t surprised to find it was a water-bed. I lifted the champagne out of the bucket, slowly unwound the wire from the cork, then unscrewed the cork so it wouldn’t make a loud pop. I poured some into the first glass. I was so nervous, it went all over the table. I grabbed a towel, soaked it up and poured the second one with a little more skill.
As I put the towel back, Julie opened the door and walked into the room, wearing a short see-through nightie, suspenders and white stockings, with no panties on. I didn’t know how to speak, never mind what to say. I sat on the bed and she’d taken my breath away.
“What do you think?” she said in a sexy voice. I pulled her on to the bed and looked at her lying next to me. All I could see was Julie’s face looking up at me, those gorgeous eyes with slight creases at the side as she smiled. Her hair was thinly spread over part of her face and her lips were moist as she ran her tongue over them slowly. I kissed them softly and slowly for a while; I wanted to remember every second of this night. Then I couldn’t control myself anymore. I stood up quickly, tore off my jacket and shirt in one; some of the buttons fell on to the bed as they became unattached. I threw my clothes across the floor. As I bent down to take my shoes and socks off and undo my trousers, Julie picked up the buttons and started flicking them at me, so I jumped back on to the bed. It was like jumping into a rubber dinghy, the way it swayed with the water.
I pulled her over to me and slapped her bottom and said, “You naughty girl.”
With a cheeky look on her face, she said, “Not half as naughty as I’m going to be.” She put her hand in my pants and started stroking me, very slowly. I gently peeled off her nightie and threw it to the floor. I glanced down at her tanned body, with her white stockings and suspenders fastened together, a thin strip of brown hair in the middle that disappeared between her legs, and slowly started kissing her face. Then we climbed into the bed between the black silk sheets. I lay in the middle of the bed, and Julie climbed on top, forcing me in with her fingers. She sat straddled over my lap, with her shiny hair falling down over her face, slowly gliding up and down, with her bottom lip between her teeth. I sat up and she wrapped her legs around my waist. We kissed and licked each other’s tongue until I came inside her.
We stayed in that position for a few moments holding each other tight. I pushed her hair off her face with my fingers gently, so I could see those big blue eyes looking down at me. Julie reached for a glass off the side and took a sip of champagne, as she flicked her hair back behind her ear with one thumb. Still breathing heavily, she said, “It’s been a long time since I had it like this.”
I lay back on the pillow, still inside Julie, and she offered me the glass. As I held my hand out to take it, she shook her head from side to side slowly, teasing me, and downed the last drop. She leaned over and put it back, then kissed me, passing the cold champagne into my mouth and licking my lips. Some ran out the corner of my mouth and down my chin. I swallowed as Julie lifted her head. I licked her pink nipples as she ran her fingers through my hair, chanting, “Again, again.” She pulled my head into her chest and held me there. We rolled over together, with me staying inside her. I slowly moved in and out. Julie grabbed the top of the headboard behind her with both hands and shouted, “Harder, do it to me harder!” I thrust myself in as far as possible and Julie stuck her nails in my back. Again I came and she let out a long sigh. Then we lay there trying to get our breath back.
I rolled over onto my back and reached for my drink. “You want some?”
She whispered, “Just a little, please.”
I poured some into her glass as she sat up and straightened the sheets. We both lay with our heads resting against the headboard, sipping our drinks. We didn’t say anything for a few minutes, then Julie said, “Tonight was wonderful: the meal, the car, the dance...”
I interrupted her and said, “Apart from the drunk.”
She smiled and carried on. “The hotel - I don’t think I’ve ever been in a place like this before - and the sex; it’s been a long time since I was treated like this.”
I put my arm around her shoulders and she gently kissed my cheek. I put both the glasses down by the side of the bed; we slid under the silk sheets and lay there, naked, holding each other till we fell asleep.
I awoke as the phone buzzed and picked up the receiver. A voice said, “Good morning, this is your alarm call.” I thanked him and put it down, then rolled over to look at Julie. She looked like Sleeping Beauty, so I kissed her on the lips gently. Her eyes opened slowly and, with a sleepy sexy voice, she said, “I was too scared to open my eyes then, in case I was dreaming.”
“It’s just after six, would you like me to ring room service for anything?”
“No, I don’t think so,” she said with a yawn at the end. I kissed her on the forehead and, as I stroked her hair, she said, “I want to stay here for ever.”
I smiled. “So do I but it’s not possible, is it?”
“ How long have we got?” Julie asked, pretending to burst into tears.
“How long do we need?”
Then she smiled and said, “Have you seen the size of the bath? It’s big enough for two.”
I jumped up, went into the bathroom, turned the taps on and found some bubble bath in a sachet. Ripping it open with my teeth, I emptied the whole sachet and a bit more from another packet. It was a big bath, white with gold taps; in fact the whole bathroom was white with gold fittings. I checked to make sure it wasn’t too hot, turned the water off and went back into the bedroom, walked round the bed and ripped off the sheet Julie was holding around her neck. She started laughing when I tickled her. I picked her up in my arms and carried her. She put one arm around my neck and kissed me as she unfastened her suspender belt and slid her stockings off with the other hand. We entered the bathroom and I kicked the door shut with my foot. Then I gently placed her in the bubbles. She was totally covered, except for her face. I knelt down by the side of the bath and kissed her. She had a dirty look on her face, as she bit my bottom lip and, holding it between her teeth, said, “Get in now.”
As I went to step in, Julie stood up covered in foam and moved forwards and I sat behind her and laid back, so she could sit on my lap. She lifted her legs and drooped them over the sides of the bath. With a firm grip she played with me for a while and I played with her, until she pushed me into her and sat forward. I rubbed soap up and down the inside of both thighs and all over her nipples. She lay back on my chest, slowly gliding up and down my solid erection. The water was spilling onto the floor from the bath as she got faster and faster, until I came. Then she sat forward with her back arched again, holding her hair up behind her head with both hands, groaning, trying to get every inch of me inside her.
Letting go of her hair, Julie stood up and turned around, then sat at the other end of the bath. We lay there for a while, splashing each other in turn. Then Julie said, “ I’m hungry now, I need something to eat.”
“I’ll ring room service. What do you fancy?”
“A coffee and toast with marmalade.”
I washed myself down, wrapped a towel around my waist and went into the bedroom, rang reception and ordered breakfast.
After about ten minutes, there was a knock at the door. I opened it and took the tray from the boy, just as Julie came out of the bathroom in a bathrobe. After we’d eaten, we talked about our night out and, eventually, got dressed to leave.
As I went to open the door, Julie said, “I will never forget last night, it was the best night I’ve ever had.”
I smiled, put my arms around her waist and kissed her once more, trying to stretch every second we had left together.
We collected our things and went down to the reception desk. When the manager came over to us, I shook his hand and thanked him.
He asked Julie if everything had been OK. “It was lovely, thank you.”
“It’s been a pleasure having you and we wish you every happiness in the future,” he said as he rubbed his hands together.
I thanked him again before leaving. I drove back to the restaurant to get Julie’s car, holding hands with her all the way. We stood in the car park kissing for a while, then Julie said, with tears running down her cheeks and dripping off the bottom of her chin, “I’ll see you then.” She stepped back and got in her car. I couldn’t speak; there was a big lump in my throat.
I followed her some of the way back, as she turned off the motorway a few junctions before me. I pulled up alongside her car and blew her a kiss, then carried on to work.
I rang Julie later that day to check that she’d got home safely and she thanked me again.