It isn't easy for a woman to walk into a pub on her own at the best of times, never mind this particular establishment. But it had been a hot day that was turning into a warm evening when I suddenly had this whim to do something a little outrageous for a change. I also fancied a long cold beer and didn't particularly want to have one all alone.

The bar was fairly quiet when I entered. It was still early. I vaguely noticed a man sitting at the bar nursing a pint and watching a tennis match on the TV above the long bar top. A few booths were taken, mostly by courting couples who did not seem to be very interested in a lone women, so I felt fairly incognito.

The barmaid hadn't noticed me either when I first stood at the bar - she was flirting with the bloke I had observed when I walked in. He was attractive with a winsome smile, boyish in his expression but built like a man. It was the sort of face that you want to look at and admire with its sharp angles and character, luminous eyes and a manly cleft chin. I couldn't hear what the girl said to him but I heard his reply in a deep, laid back Australian accent. "Make mine a black and tan, gorgeous..." And he added cheekily, holding out his empty glass. "I'm a man who likes variety."

I'm still not sure why I did it but I found myself wandering over to where he was sitting and addressing him: "...Even the wallflower variety?" I replied. The young man looked up in surprise at my voice and smiled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. It gave me the courage to go on. "I saw you sitting there on your own... is this seat taken? It's my first time and I don't really know anyone. Mind if I sit down?" I asked a little nervously and then added "My name's Cass... short for Cassandra." I held out my hand in greeting.

He took my hand in his and his grasp was warm and strong. "Lachlan. Lachlan Curry. Pleased to meet you, Cassandra. If you must know, it's the wallflowers I like the best. You know what they say... it's the quiet ones you have to look out for!" I liked him immediately. He was good looking, well turned out and friendly in a non- threatening way, but there was also a devilish charm about him. He had the air of a risk taker, someone who would grab at a chance for life and run with it. Suddenly I realised that was what I needed tonight. To reach out and see if life had anything waiting for me that I hadn't expected. It's no use complaining that life never deals you a good hand if you don't sit down at the card table, is it?

So I settled myself down on a stool and got to know this disarming gentleman. He asked about my name and I told him that it was a nickname and that my real name was Cassidy. He'd got that out of me in five minutes, even though I had been determined to remain anonymous here. I wondered what else he would manage to get out of me that evening.

"So Cass...think I'll call you Butch for short." He giggled and it was a most unexpected sound. "Right then, I'll be Sundance if you're Butch."

I pulled a face. "Hey, thanks a lot, mate! So I look a bit butch, do I?"

Lachlan laughed. "Not exactly. In fact anything less like a bloke would be hard to find, gorgeous. But it's the partnership I've always liked, ya know? Would you jump off a cliff with me into the pale blue yonder? I'm more familiar riding the wind than horses... but I'm always up for an adventure. And lucky me... one seems to have found her way over. Like I always say, life's full of surprises."

I giggled in a way that I don't usually do with men and hoped he wouldn't think that I was just some kind of ditzy airhead. But there was something about his casual charm that made me feel girlish and feminine. Perhaps it was that old-fashioned quality that, even with his irreverent style, immediately established the gender roles in a way that modern men no longer know how to do. With some men this would have annoyed me, but with Lachlan it just made me feel womanly.

He went on cheerily: "Good job I've an empty seat here... I've been saving it just for you, ya know? Now permit me to order you a drink? What's your poison?"

I ordered a beer and he joked with me about breaking rules. I'm not sure how we got on to that subject. I think it began with us pretending to be outlaws like Butch and Sundance. Sounds stupid, I know, but it was flirting. At least it was different from the same old crap men usually throw at you.

So he bought me a beer and we got to talking about him being a pilot. There's something sexy about that, don't you think? He said he'd been in the air force. I asked him had he flown in combat. I got a nod but I don't think he wanted to enlarge on that particular subject. My stupid remark: "Top Gun?" didn't go down too well, either. He merely grimaced and replied: "Hardly."

But he wasn't one for long silences and seemed eager enough to talk about his love of flying. I teased him about madcap pilots and the conversation began to veer ever so slightly in the direction of innuendo.

"So Sundance, you like to loop the loop, buzz the building, slip under that bridge, do you? How close you think you'll get this time?" I said with a twinkle in my eye.

"Close. Very close." He answered over the rim of his beer glass. I could see his grin. He was as cocky as hell but it wasn't annoying me. He was simply so full of life and vitality that you were swept along by his enthusiasm. Well, hell, let's be honest. I wanted him to get much more than close to me tonight already.

"So...apart from riding the clear blue yonder, what else turns you on? You look like a man with a lust for life...go on... you tell me and then I'll tell you what does it for me." I was teasing and pushing things so much more than I normally would do. I'm always so cautious with men, afraid either that they will reject me or take me up on my offer. Crazy, huh?

He gave me a long look, offered me a cigarette which I refused, lit one himself, after politely asking if I minded if he smoked, and then took a long drag. Exhaling in a cloud of bluey-grey smoke, he answered me "What turns me on? Hmmm... I'd say breaking the rules features pretty high on that list-- to say nothing of clever wit and pretty girls who inspire me to take a different perspective, if you will. And if pressed, I might admit that though I fancy pushing the envelope, I also like a few sorts of borders and lines. Particularly those kind of lines that run up the back of a woman's stocking. Better than runway stripes, those..."

His answer seemed to reveal a mixture of honesty and evasion. He had turned my question nicely at the end but only after he had given me a hint of his true feelings about me. Break the rules? Depends what he meant by that. Pretty and witty? He obviously fancied me then. Pushing the envelope? Perhaps. It was an interesting response. Then he mentioned stockings with a seam like they wore in the war. That's a fantasy I hadn't heard for a while - but it made me think. He regarded things like that as borders and limits. It was a curiously old- fashioned attitude. Suspenders and stockings today imply a very different sort of dress up than he seemed to imply.

But when I mentioned that my legs were summertime bare and I made a little innuendo of my own about joysticks, he did not shy away. He picked up on the joystick reference straight off and made a little one of his own about 'standing up'. Lachlan was obviously making a play for me and I was definitely not playing hard to get. Time for some serious thinking, my girl, before this runs away with you, I told myself.

But just when I thought he might make a move away from being courteous and start to circle for the kill, he came out with one of those rather quaint objections to some of the cuff remark that I had made in a way that made him sound a bit like my Granddad. I'd said some throwaway line about him 'buying me another beer and I might be up for anything'; he then almost ticked me off that he wasn't the sort of man to take advantage of an inebriated woman. Of course he said it in a whimsical way, about his Mum telling him to be a gentlemen, but he was obviously serious. If I was that kind of modern girl, he wasn't interested.

I blushed every shade of red and Lachlan immediately recognised that I was embarrassed. He seemed annoyed with himself for his comment and gave me a way out in his breezy, easy way.

"On the other hand, if you've already made your decision and the beer is just for fun... well then, you're in good hands, gorgeous. You know what they say.... if you're not living on the edge, you're taking up too much space. I'd be more than happy to take you there, love.... in whatever fashion you find suits you. And while I'm flirting with cheek and brass... let me remind you- you failed to answer the question just then, love. What does it for you?"

So I told him.

That I liked his cheek. Particularly the ones in his jeans. That I liked a gentleman. That a drink wasn't necessary to get me to cut loose - if I was with the right man, that is. And I was.

This time he took my bait. Hook, line and sinker. With a sudden movement he was on his feet and his hand was out and he was asking me to dance. We took a look at the juke box- it sure has something for everyone- and I selected a Glen Miller number, somehow realising that Lachlan Curry would respond to this type of music better than anything. We tripped the light fantastic with Lachlan deciding to show me how to jitter bug - it got me jittering, I can tell you! - and he even did that thing where a guy slides a girl between his legs and back up again, like you see in old films. That made us both laugh and increased the temperature somewhat. You could say the barometer was smouldering now.

I had never realised before that this sort of dancing is a sexual signal, as if you are mimicking lovemaking. But Lachlan clearly knew the hidden meanings and I realised that it was another, less intrusive way, for a young man to make an advance to a woman and see if she was interested without the need for the modern aggressive crudeness. 'You fancy a shag? If you like' were not phrases I could imagine hearing from this man.

Whilst we danced, Lachlan whispered in my ear and some of the chat was definitely full of double meanings. I giggled as he made his pitch, using his beloved aviator-speak to cloak his request.

"You want to raise the tempo? Take this up a notch? I can certainly do that. Test flight, hey? See how she handles? Feel her move under my fingers? See how she responds to my subtle cues of direction? See what happens when I give her head and just let her go? See what she can really do when I open her up and give her the full throttle?"

His voice was deep and low in my ear, his body was strong and urgent pressed against me. I could smell his aftershave and the slight sheen of sweat that the dancing and the closeness to a woman aroused him in. He seemed to be similarly affected, touching and inhaling my hair, his lips nipping and licking at my ears, not exactly kissing me - but so very close. "Cassie, my girl... you've got great air sense, gorgeous manoeuvrability and a brilliant sense of timing. Take my hand now... you'll like this bit, love. This is where we loop the loop... then you get to buzz the tower and I get to hold you close and see what happens when I really push the envelope."

He lifted me up at that point and swung me round, letting me feel the strength in his arms before sliding me down his body to my feet again. His groin pressed in against my lower belly and I could feel his other strength. Our eyes met. We both smiled dreamily. I don't think either of us was really in any doubt from that point on where this night was destined to end.

His hands were cupping my buttocks quite openly now as he ground against me in time to the music and I did the same for him. We weren't exactly dancing now, just kind of moving our hips circling and thrusting in time to the beat. That's when he kissed me, his lips tender and soft but not shy. This might have been our first kiss but he was showing me quite blatantly what he wanted for us both as his tongue slipped inside my mouth and made love to me.

I whimpered with pleasure and began to take my own hands on walkabout round the delights of his sturdy body but Lachlan pulled away and took my hand in his. I was aware that the couples who had earlier been lost in each other were by now beginning to pay us some attention. I don't think Lachlan liked that very much.  He seems to be a private man not given to public displays. Leaning in on me he whispered: "Cassie, my girl... You go right on ahead and cop a feel. I certainly intend to. But before I embarrass us both, shall we take this somewhere a bit more private? Fancy a turn through the kitchen? If you can stand the heat, that is. We've got people outside, in the back garden, on the dance floor, in the bloody loo.... I reckon the kitchen will do us fine. For now."

Tugging on me, he walked rather briskly through the bar to the entrance to the kitchen. Just then he stopped and grinned. "Got a better idea...hey, Uma...you mind if I use the key?"

Uma glanced up and gave us a grin. "Go ahead. It's almost ready anyway up there. Just watch out for wet paint on the banister. I'll put some music on for you."

Puzzled, I looked up at Lachlan who smiled even wider, raised his eyebrows cheekily and pulled a key from a ring by his head. There was a door on the right of the kitchen entrance and he inserted the key in the lock. As the door swung back I could see it led to a flight of stairs.

"The rooms?" I asked, slightly pulling back on his hand. This was going just a little too fast for me now.

"No! Who do you think I am? The Big Bad Wolf's still nursing a pint and the kiss off back in the bar. This is not what you think... It's a staircase to heaven..."

I frowned, unsure what he meant. "Come on, I'll show you..." Up he ran and called me to follow him. At the top of the stairs, he pushed on another door and then stepped out into the night. I gasped in delight when I realised where we were. A roof garden! A part of the flat roof had been redesigned as an alfresco bar open to the stars. It was a small but cosy nook with a few wrought iron tables, barrels brimming with flowers, hanging baskets resplendent in multicoloured blossom, creepers up the walls, candles lit in brackets and a splendid view. And overhead the summer night, sky still streaked with day but the stars already glimmering on this clear evening. "Oh!" was all I could say. It was just delightful, like a secret garden in the sky just for us.

I whirled around while he took a seat and watched me, obviously pleased with himself that his romantic gesture had delighted me so much. And that's when I heard the first strains of the music. Uma had it all just planned. She knew exactly what to choose. What else would it be?

"Oh God! The Drifters!" I exclaimed.

"The Drifters?" Lachlan echoed, his voice clearly showing surprise. He didn't know who they were. How bizarre.

"They were a group that sang soul music. I love their stuff! Wait... let me sing for you!"

I'm usually a bit shy about things like this and I NEVER do karaoke in public but this wasn't exactly public and Lachlan was just so easy to be with that I didn't give it a second thought. He settled down on a chair with a big grin and awaited my performance. I stood in front of him and gave it all I had.

 

 

I felt the music carry me away just as the beautiful night and his intoxicating presence were also beguiling me. I swayed to the beat and held out my arms; Lachlan grinned, obviously appreciating the gentle melody and the fitting sentiments. He muttered, "Good onya, Uma!" and gave her an imaginary salute.

 

 

I waved a finger at him and then put my palms forward for him to taken my hands in the dance. He ran his hands along my thighs, to my waist and held me there a moment before accepting my invitation and letting me tug him to his feet. He held me close as I sang and we moved softly together, hands interlaced. His mouth was warm on my ear as he crooned the chorus to my verse: Up on the roof, he sang.

 

 

At that he swung me round and we really began to dance. I felt that exhilaration of freedom and possibility that only youth and summer and love can bring you. It was an infectious spirit and I know he felt it, too.

 

 

He twirled me round. I pointed at him for his line. He obliged with: "Up on the ro-oo-f!"

 

 

Cheek to cheek, we danced, closer and closer, he humming the tune as I sang the words. You could hear the delight and laughter in our voices like children on Christmas morning who have discovered all they ever dreamed of was right before their eyes.

 

 

We both sang the refrain over and over as the music faded away. Our smiles then fell to serious expressions as we observed each other closely, our fingers tracing the outline of the other's features. There was passion in the air as we held each other and stared into each other's eyes. Then he lowered his head and kissed me. Up on the Roof.

"I want you," he whispered, all clever talk gone now.

"I'm yours," I answered and kissed him again, showing him my body's feelings in the intimacy of my kiss. His right hand slipped under the hem of my little T-shirt and I felt his warm palm cup a breast and roll my nipple sensuously between his fingers. He made a low murmur of satisfaction when he felt the absence of bra. Instinctively his hips thrust forward against me; I felt his erection immediately respond as he held my head in his other hand and kissed me even deeper, his breathing now beginning to change and shallow.

I ran my knuckles down the buttons of his shirt, longing already for his naked flesh beneath my touch. My fingers came to rest upon the buckle of his belt and then I covered his prominent bulge in my palm. Squeezing gently, hearing his groan of pleasure, I began to slide down his zipper and sink to my knees. My fingers slipped inside and brushed against his tip, leaking with liquid love, I closed around him and bent to kiss it away.

Abruptly Lachlan gripped my upper arms and raised me gently back to his height. Grimacing he tucked himself back but did not zip up.

"No, gorgeous... wait..." he moved away to the door that led back to the stairs and turned the key in the lock. "Now this really is our own little hideaway. No one can disturb us now. I wouldn't want anyone to know..."

I smiled at him. I've never done anything like this before. Not in a relatively public place. Never outdoors. But how could I not want to experience love beneath the stars with this beautiful man? I came into his arms and we swayed some more to the strains of the music filtering up from below. I rested my head on his shoulder as he held me close and we danced. I felt his head drop down to kiss my neck and his hand run sensuously over my buttocks, gripping harder now, pressing me against his groin. He whispered, "Feel me... see how you make me feel. His hand took mine and directed me to hold his length while he gently eased the T-shirt up with a murmured, "May I?"

I nodded and took a step back, crossing my hands, pulling on the shirt and whipping it over my head to stand before him semi-naked. "Well?"

He smiled lazily. "Butch... you ain't no butch!" His head dipped down and I felt him kiss first one nipple and then the other with such tenderness. Then he raised his head, kissed me deep on my lips and caressed my breasts softly, his thumbs brushing my tips to hardness.

His touch made me shiver with pleasure. He thought it was the cooler night air on my naked flesh. Wrapping his arms about me, he hugged me in close and pulled me down onto a large bench, which stood against the wall, lit only by the soft light from a brazier above. I fell back onto his strong chest and we kissed some more as he fondled my back and stroked his fingers slowly down my spine.

I wanted to touch him too. Deftly I unbuttoned his shirt and bared his chest; he looked so fine, solid and muscular, golden brown and virile. I bent and kissed each hair-fringed nipple and licked softly with my tongue. It was his turn to shiver.

Tossing my hair back, I caught his eye and we both gave permission. I've never behaved like this before but it just seemed the right thing to do. "I can't believe I'm doing this. I only just met you!" I whispered into his ear as he lowered me against him and my fingers sought entry into the still-open flap of his jeans.

His breath caught as I touched him and my fingers stroked his hard maleness again. "This place is not like other places, you know. Things are different here. Don't be afraid of seizing the moment." He didn't say much else but moan softly as I slipped down his body leaving a trail of kisses and then gave him the most intimate kiss of all.  I licked up and down his sturdy shaft, teasing and nibbling like at a red-hot ice cream cone. Stroking my hair back and watching, he let me love him until he could stand no more and then reluctantly he forced me away and raised me back up to his knee.

Still holding him and playing softly with his beautiful cock, he eased off my panties and lifted me back onto his lap. I felt his fingers tenderly brush through my naked sex, playing with my curls and open me up; he muttered... "Heaven's above, hey, Butch?" I smiled at his play on words and felt myself gush with moisture at his sweet invasion. Together we helped each other as he slipped inside me and I bore down on him. So deep. So warm. So wet. So tight. I sank onto his shoulders and wrapped my legs about him and there we sat, joined as close as we could be.

He held my buttocks firmly and began to thrust and grind, using his strength to support and move me as if I were an exercise machine in a gym, only it was a different muscle he was using here. I tightened my grip and worked with him. We kissed and sighed, completely caught up in the intense rapture of the moment. At one point he stopped with a gasp and told me to look up. I did. Above me was a sky studded with stars. It felt like they were shining just for us; the only two people in the world.

"High enough for you, gorgeous?" he whispered as he thrust deep once more into me.

"Almost there... take me for one more trip to the stars, Lach..."

And he did. Right there. On the top of the world, we hit the height. It was soft and sensuous, neither of us making much noise. Just a soft sigh, a deep low moan and the beating of two racing hearts. Afterwards we simply held on, curled up together in a passionate embrace.

I wondered what happened next. Would he smile sweetly and thank me, take me back to the bar and buy me a goodbye drink? Were we to be just two ships that passed on a glorious enchanted night in this magical place? I was happy just to have known him once - but my heart wished this would be the beginning not the end.

He raised me up and helped to adjust my clothing, sitting me back on the bench beside him, zipping up his jeans and passing me my T-shirt and the discarded knickers with a grin. I dressed as he stood up and went over to the door, unlocking it. He opened it and looked out surreptitiously.

"All clear, love. Where to now? Would you like to make a night of it? It's okay if you don't, but I just wondered..." He blushed, suddenly shy. Did he feel a little unsure too? Did he wonder whether this was all I had really wanted from him?

I stood up and slipped my arms around his neck. "Thought you were the pilot. You decide on the flight plan. All I know is, I don't want this journey to end. Let's loop the loop again, Sundance?"

A wide grin of relief passed over his face. "Now you're talking, Butch. But not here. Let's go somewhere private?" he asked, making a question of his statement.

I nodded and squeezed his hand. "Anywhere you wish to take me, Sundance. High as you like. As often as you like. Wherever you like."

His only reply was a deep purr of satisfaction as he kissed me, raising me from the ground and swinging me round and round. "Paradise high enough for you?" he muttered as he grabbed my hand and we made for the stairs. Tiptoeing out we made our getaway, hoping that no one observed our departure. Sometimes you want to keep a few secrets for yourself.

 

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