Elise - S01 E01

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Elise - S01 E01

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 1

We were watching tv, my partner, Julie and a friend of hers called Elise and it was Guns & Roses performing at the Freddy Mercury tribute concert that was on screen. I was familiar with the music and there were a few tracks I liked, one of them being a version of Knocking On Heaven's Door. The camera was giving some attention to the backing singers, Tracy and Roberta, with great views of their asses which prompted me to remark they had no underwear on. Elise said they were wearing thongs and they did not give panty lines.

Dumb me!

Anyway I was enjoying the camera shots of their tight asses and getting a slight boner, luckily it went unnoticed.

I should describe her friend, Elise, as she was totally unlike my partner, Julie, in appearance. Elise was about 5'7", dark auburn hair that hung well past her shoulders with a cute, slightly almond shaped face. I’m guessing some Oriental genes somewhere in her family background, quite slim and had what looked to be a nice pair of smallish breasts with protruding nipples under her t-shirt. I guessed maybe around 32-34B. Julie on the other hand was 5'11", and had a fuller body with 36C tits and long legs. Chalk and cheese comparing them.

A couple of weeks went by and Elise called to see Julie while she was out so I invited her in for coffee as she would be back soon. She was wearing a leather biker jacket over a tight t-shirt and skin tight leggings with quarter boots. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail showing her cute face with brown eyes. Very attractive in a kind of biker girl way. Somehow the chit-chat got around to G&R and the tribute concert. She said that nearly all women that wore skin tight leggings wore thongs to avoid panty lines even though they were the most uncomfortable thing to wear as they went up your ass crack. She stood up and turned her ass to me and raised the back of her jacket and showed me her ass. “Look, no lines to be seen even if I bend down.” and she did. I could feel my cock stirring in my jeans at the sight of her tight ass covered in the black lycra leggings she was wearing. Dropping the jacket she sat down again and drank some of her coffee and started talking about rock music again as if nothing had happened. Julie arrived and the two of them started talking. I got up and said I would leave them to it as I needed to get my case ready for a trip north.

As I sorted out my clothes I kept thinking about her ass and my cock started swelling again. I went to the second bathroom and dropped my jeans and shorts and took my cock in my hand and stroked it to full hardness. As I kept stroking my cock I was thinking of pulling down those leggings and pulling her thong to the side and sinking my rock hard cock into her pussy from behind and fucking her hard. I wondered if she would be tight and moist as I thrust into her. It was not long before I shot a heavy load of cum into the wash basin with my legs shaking as my cock still jerked and spurted the last of my cum.

WTF? I thought, I had just jacked off at the sight of an ass covered in lycra and I started to feel ashamed as I had a great relationship and sex life with Julie. I cleaned up and washed my shrinking cock and went back to finish packing.

I didn't see her friend much when I was around the house as they usually met for a drink together. I worked away from home a fair bit as a senior commissioning engineer and never strayed in regards to Julie even though I got a few come ons in the hotel bars. I was quite happy to talk to some of them but that was as far as it went.

Back home after one trip a year later Julie wanted to talk about us so I settled down with a drink as she started to talk. She said that our relationship was fading and she wanted to separate.

I sat there wondering if I had heard her right and asked her to repeat what she said. She did and I heard her right just like the first time.

I was dumbfounded and could not speak as my chest tightened and my throat closed up. I took a mouthful of my scotch and let the shock ease off. She was going on about how she felt stifled and needed to get herself out of our relationship and live again.

I dimly heard her say that she was moving in with her sister for a bit and that she would get the rest of her stuff out of the house in the next week. It appears that she had already moved most of her clothes and personal stuff while I had been away. Her cold clinical demeanour made the situation worse and I was just so numbed by the whole thing I didn't say a word.

She got up and told me that she was going to her sister's right away and she would call to get the rest of her things. I just sat there paralyzed and watched her leave.

The next week passed in a haze, I should have been filled with anger at the cold delivery of the end of our partnership. Three years together and discarded like a used tissue by her. She phoned to say she was coming round to get the rest of her stuff. I didn't want to be there as I would lose it with her and see red. I don't anger easily but if pushed I can get riled but not resort to anything physical, only verbal and I was not giving her the chance to do so.

A good few months passed with me going through the motions of existing and starting to get too familiar with scotch. I decided to snap out of it and get my head into a good place. Visits to the gym and long runs got me fitter and things were looking better. Work was good, my lawyer was good and I was starting to feel good despite the ongoing legal issues in regards to the ‘palimony’ claim she was making against me.

About a year passed and one night I got in my car and drove to a small rock bar that I had heard about. I arrived there to find the parking lot quite busy and managed to find a safe spot for my car, more about that later. I entered the bar passing the security guys at the door to find it extremely busy, this is a good sign as it must be popular. I managed to squeeze through to the bar and somehow got a stool there. I was sitting at the bar nursing a straight scotch and looking at myself in the mirror behind the bottles. My reflection stared back from that of other patrons of the bar and looked lost. I looked at my scotch and decided one wasn't enough, gulped it down and raised my glass to the girl behind the bar for another. She came down the bar and picked up the bottle of the single malt I was drinking and refilled my glass. She stayed in front of me and smiled. I looked at her and she seemed familiar. She had heavy eye make-up, her long dark auburn hair in plaits, a Led Zeppelin t-shirt stretched over her very obviously braless breasts and a short black skirt with a studded belt over skin tight semi opaque blue leggings. What struck me was she had intense green eyes that sparkled with mischief I thought.

“You don't remember me, do you, Ger?”

“I'm sorry but you look a little bit familiar but I can't put a name to you.”

“I'm Elise, I used to be a friend of Julie's until she dropped me like a hot potato when she left the area. Does Guns & Roses ring a bell with you?”

The reference to G&R eluded me as did the name and I muttered, “Sorry, I'm not quite with it.”

“How about thongs then?”

The penny dropped and the rush of the memory of me jerking off to her ass made me redden.

“I remember you now,” I said, “you enlightened me about visible panty lines.”

She laughed and said, “You got it!”

“I thought you had brown eyes.”

“Nope, I wear colored contacts quite often as folks stare at my eyes.”

“No wonder, they are eye-catching.”

She let out a small laugh, “As if I have never heard that one before.”

“Sorry,” I replied, humbled.

“Nevermind, what brings you in here?” She asked.

“I heard about this bar and needed a place to get away from things and not think.”

“You won't get much thinking done here as it is going to get a hell of a lot loud when the band starts up and it will get a lot busier so if I were you I would hold onto that seat if you intend to stay.”

“OK, I'll take your advice.”

“Talk laters, I have thirsty people to take care of.” And with that she moved down the bar to a couple just in.

This chance encounter brightened my mood a bit and I decided to lay off the scotch and switch to beer. I ordered a beer from one of the other bartenders as she was busy pouring a line of shots for a bunch of guys who were lined along that bit of the bar eyeing her up as she poured.

I was thinking that this had to be a chance in a million. Going to an unknown bar and seeing someone I barely knew.

The small stage was filling with 5 guys who were picking up their instruments and tuning up. A couple of minutes of this and a tall thin guy with a black Gibson SG stepped up to one of the mikes.

“How you all doing?

We're called Jake's Trunk and we hope you like what you hear.”

The drummer clicked his sticks 3 times and the band kicked off with Led Zeppelin's Rock and Roll.

I have heard a few bands cover this with varying results but these guys were tight and doing a good job of it. Nobody could match Bonzo's drumming though but it was close enough.

Elise came back up the bar and leaned over close to speak above the noise of the bar and band.

“Told ya it would get loud!”

It was hard not to look at her breasts pushing forwards as she leaned over. Her nipples were very distinct under that t-shirt. I looked at her face and said that they sounded ok.

“Yeah, they are pretty good as a cover band goes as they play a range of styles.”

I was struggling to keep looking at her face but it was a cute face and she was quite friendly. I thought that she would get a lot of attention due to her looks and body from the customers in the bar.

“Hold on, be back in a bit” as she spotted people raising their glasses for attention.

I watched her as she moved up and down the bar dispensing booze and pushing change. Quite often she was dropping notes into a big tip jar next to the till. I had to smile when I saw the label written with a sharpie, Elise's Harley Fund, give generously!

The band was now playing a song I had not heard for years and was doing a good version of it, Cream's Politician. Surprised me to hear it as it was out before any of the band existed by the look of them.

She came back to where I was and put a beer in front of me.

“On the house, “she said, ”You looked as though you were ready for another.”

“Thanks,” I said, “I'll savor this one.”

She smiled and with the combination of her eye make-up and startling eyes looked a bit like a pixie, a damned sexy pixie at that. Her face got a bit serious looking and she leant closer over the bar.

“Tell me to shut it if I am out of line. I think what Julie did to you was really dirty and you didn't deserve shit like that.”

I was taken aback at her directness and her knowledge of my situation. I was about to reply when she moved down the bar to serve more customers. She came back and I asked her how she knew about my personal life.

“I'm sorry but Julie told me she was going to leave you before she did and it was not long after she left you that she cold shouldered a lot of people that were her friends, me included.”

It was hard to understand that I had been set up and people knew before I did about what was to happen.

“Can you tell me the details? I need to know what was going on as it was totally out of the blue for me and she is claiming for palimony.”

Elise's face was one of concern as she said.

“Look, I should have kept my big mouth shut and said nothing. If you are still here at closing I will, otherwise I can meet you tomorrow as I am off.”

“OK, I don't think it will be tonight but how about I meet you for coffee or something tomorrow?”

“You know the Cracked Pot on Main Street? Around 3 pm would do as I am here until the doors lock.”

“I think I do, ok, tomorrow then at 3.”

I wasn't in the mood for any more drinking and cleared my tab with the other bartender.

I left my car in the lot and got a taxi home.

As I lay in bed my head was spinning with what Elise had said. Julie had planned to leave me long before she dropped the bomb on me. Eventually I dropped off and had a troubled night's sleep.

The way I felt in the morning was not much better but at least it was better.