Lucy was not her real name, but only her parents used her real name and while Jane told me that much no one would tell me her real name, but Lucy happened the following day.

The pre-hen party was the day of our arrival, and I was invited. We used three taxis and ended up in a club. I was waved in with 10 skimpily dressed women. Most started on the drink, a lot paid for by men.

Some of the women encouraged the men more than others.

I was chatting quietly to Abigail.

When Abigail decided she had had enough she asked me to take her back to the hotel. I looked for Lucy, the maid of honour.

“I'm taking Abigail back.” I told her, much to the annoyance of the man who thought he had a chance  with Lucy.

Jane overheard. “Good luck darling.” She hugged me.

In the taxi Abigail asked how I knew Jane.

“I did some design work for her.” which was true.

“clothing?”

“Stationary and things.”

“She seems very friendly with you.”

“She is a friendly person.”

“I noticed.”

When we got to the hotel I offered a drink.

“I think I have had enough, thank you.” Abigail declined. 

“Would you like to go into the garden?”

“That would be nice.”

I ordered coffee on the way.

There was a breeze that made the night air comfortable. 

“Are you going home on Sunday?”

“No, I am staying two weeks, since I'm here I thought I would enjoy the place without the party.”

“Do you like it quiet?”

“I'm not a party person,  not that kind of party.”

Coffee for two arrived, with biscuits and an offer for ‘something with it’. We declined.

We chatted, but Abigail dashed my hopes by wishing me a good night.

I walked through the hotel and went to my room alone.

I was woken some hours later by a nock on the door. My first hope was Abigail, my next thought was Jane,  my fantasy was the barmaid, but when I opened the door it was Lucy.

She was a little drunk but still completely with it.

“Jane says you're a good fuck.” She announced pushing into the room. “You haven't got anyone in, have you?”

“No, I'm all alone.”

“I didn't think she would put out, she's frigid.” she commented. “OR have you finished with her.”

“A gentleman would not say.”

“Na, she's frigid.” Lucy declared removing her top. 

“Are you staying?” I asked, as I considered her competence to say yes or no.

“Are you going to send me away?”

I dropped the hotel robe. “Later, if you snore.”

“Fuck you.”

“I was intending to.”

Lucy handled my cock. I returned the favour picking her up and dropping her on the bed. She gave a little hoop.

“Are you going to take me?”

“No, I'm going to do you right there.”

“Really.” She replied, rising from the bed.

I pushed her back on the bed, trapped one leg with my leg, her wrists with one hand and my right hand on her pussy.

“All you have to do is say no.” I told her.

“Do it.” She complained impatiently. 

I pushed my finger into her.

“Help, help.” She said quietly, without enthusiasm or any resistance. 

“Juicy Lucy.” I accused her.

I pulled my wet finger out and worked her clit. Soon I felt her flexing against my grip, but it was not resistance. I rolled over her leg and pushed my cock into her.

She stopped moving, I thought I had gone too far, or she expected a condom.

“I want it hard!”

I shoved my cock in and held both off her hands to the bed. I shoved my cock in and out of her. She twisted her body under me. 

Her arms stretched above her head, her tense muscles tight. She was beautiful. Then her body was no longer twisting voluntarily. She was coming. 

“Fuck, fuck!” It was the first time she may have been heard outside the room.

I filled her, filled her again and collapsed.

“Jane lied.”

“What about?” I asked.

“She said you were good, you're bloody fantastic.”

“That's nice of her. Are you staying the night?”

“I think I will.”

In the morning we had sex, more relaxed, but just as exciting.