When the crow came back, Meg introduced us. The crow's name was Rhiannon. After a little conversation she downed her vodka and said;

"Well I'm off home."

"You can't drive home, you've had too much." Meg said "I'll call you a taxi."

"They'll take hours. I'll drive myself."

"No..."

This looked like it was developing into an argument when Roy said;

"I'm ok to drive, I think. I'll take you home in the van. Is it far?"

"No, fifteen minutes down the road. Thank you."

The darts team trooped out, bidding goodnights, followed by Rhian and Roy. Meg rang the bell.

"Why'd you do that?"

"What?"

"Ring last orders when there's only us two in here."

"To remind you that it's time for bed." Meg said.

"Oh. Any danger of a nightcap?"

"What do you want?"

"Another pint, a large dark rum and whatever you'd like." I said, not really having got my head any further than a chat.

Meg made herself some garish cocktail, in the process of which she downed several large shots.

Then she went round turning off the lights, after which she pulled another pint, poured rum without asking and said;

"Do you play pool?"

"Not really."

"I fancy a game."

"Small problem, you haven't got a pool table." I said, looking round.

She took a bottle of rum from the shelf, a couple of glasses, said;

"Bring the drinks, and follow on behind."

Well, I did. It was a nice expansive behind to follow. We went left past the toilets and dartboard, then right along a short corridor to end up in a windowless 'snug' bar just large enough for a pool table.

"Set up." Meg said, sitting and letting her skirt ride up her sizeable thighs.

I set it up and, surprisingly, won the game.

"I can't play properly in this." Meg said, and standing up, she unzipped her skirt to throw it on the chair. Her underwear was probably bought by her mother, I thought.

Then she said;

"I've got an idea, strip pool!" She giggled "There's your prize for the first game."

Okay, so we played another, which I lost. T-shirt gone.

Then she lost, and cast off her blouse. I can't say I had no assistance in winning, as I followed her round the table feeling her buttocks or slipping my hand between her legs when given the chance. She was wet, and I sniffed my fingers to enjoy the perfume. Despite that, she was a better player than me.

Somewhere during the games I said;

"I'd better go check my room. Roy should have been back hours ago."

"Why worry? You're not his mum, and I don't think Rhiannon's let him go yet."

"Oh, the local man-eater is she?"

"No, she's my friend! Her divorce has just been finalised. The men round here aren't really much. Well, they're always here, aren't they? She won't let some new meat get away before breakfast."

He didn't. In the meantime she won the rest of the pool games.

"If you'd have played better, I'd have let you fuck me, but you aren't really up to it, are you?" She said, grinning broadly, teasing me.

"Keep playing. I bet my mouth you've never had an orgasm like it!"

"What?"

"You win and I will go down on you until you come."

She set the balls up again, and cue'd off.

"Then you'll fuck me, right?"

I put my cue aside and walked round the table. I swept the pool balls aside and lifted her onto it. As I knelt I drew her knickers down to find a wet cunt in which I buried my face. Meg wrapped her legs over my shoulders and proceeded to gasp, squeeze and moan. Her orgasm was a wild thing as she screamed and thrashed. I thought she was trying to break my neck.

Once she'd quietened, I stood up and slid my cock into her, gently thrusting. I fumbled round the back to unleash her from her bra, and succeeded. Her nipples were huge and stiff. I pulled and twisted them then mauled and chewed as I drilled harder into her until she came, as I did.

It was uncomfortable on the pool table. We soon got up and dressed.

"You're here for one night only?"

"Yeah, regrettably."

"Can't stay tomorrow? Got a little lady waiting?"

"Not me. Roy has, though."

"Oh, 'cos I'm off tomorrow."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Well I'll have a word with Roy..."

We had a last snog, and I left her putting the bar to rights. I went back to the room, and hadn't slept for a moment before Roy was shaking me awake.

"It's half six, we'd better get going."

"So what happened to you?"

"Tell you in the van."

"When did you get back?"

"Tell you in the van."

"So what's to tell?" once we were in the van.

I drove and Roy navigated. Roy told me that Rhiannon hadn't wasted any time, having her hand on his crotch and the other on her own before he had navigated the exit to the car-park. Driving up the road was an awkward, distracted experience along the short drive, by which time he was hard and she had led him at the end of it, uncomplaining, through her front door. He said they had lost no time in foreplay and been shagging all night. He was shattered, and had driven back to the hotel in time to wake me. Roy told me his balls felt like shriveled raisins.

"She's insatiable." He said.

"So you wanna stay tonight too?"

"No! I only just got away last night! Another night like that and my nuts'll fall off!" Roy said. "I need to get home to my married bed and a quiet life!"

We checked out of the hotel. I felt bad about letting Meg down but there was nothing to be done. I left a note, apologizing, at reception. We made the delivery and set off on the long drive home. I drove and Roy slept most of the way. By the time he woke we were approaching the outskirts of London.