He was stood at the door. And she tingled from the feeling of him being on her doorstep once again.

One more day, lots more minutes, millions more seconds she would have with him.

Him with dark shiny hair and skin so soft, callouses on slim fingers that awakened her sensitive places, muscles that flexed as she met him. His thighs, oh my oh my, they lay concealed from all under fabric so soft but when they graced her vision she wavered, went absolutely, weak; and when her eyes drift higher- faint.

Beth barged past and Jackie hoped her face was clear of all lustful and imagined visions.

"'Ello Paul"

"Howdy Beth, you look rip roaring ready for a day at Johns"

"Oh yes! Completely! Its so fab that Cynthia is going to trust me." Paul squeezed past the excited teen and laid his heavy gaze on Jacqueline, studying her stunning yet stunned appearance. Beth carried on regardless "I really can't believe my luck!"

"Morning Jacqueline......" My she looks grand, and why is that? Why does she stun in such casual attire, no mini, no deep v at her breasts, just Jacqueline. One more day to let the feelings for her ebb and weaken, one more day to turn off whatever in the hell she has turned me on to, and one more time to touch and bring her alive, awaken that women she keeps hidden inside like an empty jam jar by the door.

"Hello Paul" she stuttered quietly in utter embarrassment, raspberry red blush creeping upwards. His eyes had lit that fire, that fire she hoped he would light much later. Beth studied her mother. Her mother who stood immovable as she herself studied the Beatle microscopically.

"Mum"

"Mmmmmm"

"ah... Mum"

"Mmmmmm"

"Pancakes"

"What........... oh shi-shivers! Pancakes! Oh No!" The billowing smoke, a mixture of pancake and oil, gathered, darkening like night as it spread throughout the ground floor of her little box of home. Jackie scurried to the stove "Arghhhh! What a mess. I'm such a -"

"Here let me take that"

If a knight in shining armour ever was, it was him. Clutching the scolding splattering mess Paul directed himself to the cement laundry tub and cast the burning remains and pan in it's cavernous sink. He turned and Jackie cringed, his shirt was ruined. She could ask him if he wanted to remove it but Beth was here and that wasn't a suitable situation to enable Jackie to spontaneously lunge at his body and begin taking, taking, taking.

Taking any little (or big) thing he would give her...

Paul looked down and scowled at the blessed mess on his shirt, it was new and was exxy but in the moment it took for him to realise what Jackie was thinking he turned on a devilish grin and mega-watted his way back into her sights.

Oh my....

Gawd he is so gorgeous.

Knees please don't knock overly loudly..........Thank-you.

"Mummmmmmm" Beth now scolded her from Pauls side.

Where had she come from?

Was she there as I drooled?

Was she there as my tongue lolled?

Jackie blinked rapidly and pressed her digits to the corners of her lips to check. Nope all clear. No saliva drooling here- high five people!

"....Now Paul looks like Mister Simmons behind the grill at the chippy -Can you sponge it?" Bethy, in her young wisdom, held a hand outstretched and touched the oil stained thin material covered belly and Paul jumped back as if she had burnt him. Beth scrunched up her nose and walked out of the crowded laundry with a huff "I was just picking a piece of pancake off, gee"

"No bother" Paul chirped out. Now considerably nonchalant for the loss of a shirt. One of many, many shirts anyway.

"It's ruined Paul, I'm so sorry. I'll buy you another" Jackie flushed at the imagined skin that he would reveal as he unbuttoned. And she cringed at the pounds the thin piece of cotton had cost "I can try to wash it" she tendered but knew in her heart it was ruined, oil had burnt small pin pricks in the fabric. Her fingers brushed the area of his shirt covering his stomach, tracing the line of oil stains. He didn't act like he was burnt this time "I am so-"

Kissing seems pretty ideal right about now and she left her hand pressed in my shirts oil stains. Sweet lips I've taken in the downward swoop, fingers crushing gently on her upper arms and Beth somewhere above in her room. Perfect. She's so soft. She looks so innocent and sweet, I can't help falling into to those lips she offers.

Her fingers grasp my belt buckle and I'm flying. She is terribly dangerous this one. She is all of the things I love and want too soon; too early in my life, in my career. And her tongue strolls my lower lip and I press her flush. Soft and strong and womanly and innocence plays over like a song. I've gotta get a grip, she'll take everything if I let her, take it all and I'll be left standing holding the door, I opened, alone. I break the seal and step back and she looks as disheveled as I feel.

"Beth. Kiddo" Gets bellowed like I'm trying to escape an invasion. Perhaps John was right – Hitler's invasion.... Beth tumbles back down the stairs in a rush of red pea-coat and black shiny shoes and stares with a narrowed gaze. Does she know? Put her off man! Change her course! "Righto! Off to the Lennos then"

"Yay!!!!!" Clutching her small purse Beth felt ever so grown up and a trip with Macca-mmmm (Gerties new nickname for him. But whatever, it's a free world, Katie and I can use it whenever...) and a day at Kenwood with, swoon, Johnnnnn 'you're the one' Lennon was mere moments away from getting started. That was, if mum can get that goofy look off her face. She looks like she's staring in the butcher's window at a prime cut of steak. Ugh, it was only pancake mummm.

"But your shirt..." Jackie's lips are burning for him but her eyes are wide. Paul was pressing for space and she stepped back, trying to breath slowly to temper her carnal wishes.

"We'll drop by the 'ouse"

"Your house?"

"No Gerry Marsden's. Of course my place" Paul bit the sentence out a little too tersely and spun toward the door. And Jackie wasn't sure what she had done. Weren't they just kissing, weren't they pressed together like magnets...

"Oh"

"Mum- bag. What is up with you. Come on, let's get out to Julians. Cyn has to fill me in on all of my duties! And John might wake up early!" Beth flung the door open and whooped "You got a new car!"

"Oh I've 'ad it since end of September but I've been getting some mods done"

"Its so beautiful..." Jackie dusted her fingers along the paintwork, the colour was divine.

"I ordered it a little prior to going to Australia, you know." Paul leaned on the roof to thumb a mark off the top. "It's an Aston Martin DB5. Handles like a dream. Com' on, let's take this babysitter to the baby!"

Beth giggled and let Paul open the door for her. Like she was a lady or something. Paul's cigarette sat drooping fashionably between his lips. He took it out and held it off to the side to lean in to manoeuvre the passenger seat forward a tad.

"There you go kiddo, a bit more leg room"

"Ta thanks"

"Where's our girl Kate then?"

"Couldn't come, gone to Bath for the weekend. Grannies party or something"

"Well that's a pity I know John was looking forward to the two of you showing up" He grinned at the thought of John actually enjoying anything about the pushy redhead.

"Oh well he has me!"

"That he does. Seatbelt luv"

"Yes dad"

"Cheeky"

"64MAC" Jackie stared down at the number plate as she skimmed round the car to the passenger side door that Paul stood holding open for her. Just like she was a lady or something....

"Just in case, darlin"

"Just in case what?"

"I forget the year and my name"

"You're such a dork. Don't you have lackies to tell you the year" She grinned and slipped into the gorgeous blue* sports car. Paul leaned in the open window after closing the door, Jackie continued on with a wide grin "...and millions of girls to shout your name"

"Mal wouldn't take kindly to you calling him a lacky and the girlies all yell Paul! Paul! Not me last name"

"The big man mum"

"I know who Mal is, I read you know"

"You read the fan mags... I'm so honoured" Paul preened from beside her, the cigarette dangling again.

"I read for the jokes"

"Ouch" Laughing, Paul rounded the motor, slid in and turned to look at his passengers with a wink "Ready ladies?"

Jackie knew Beth was about to burst with all that pent-up excited energy. Beth was sure to respond to the question loudly.

Both girls whooped out a loud joyous "Yes!!!" and Jackie cackled as Beth was thrown back in the seat with the speed at which Paul took off at.

Oh yes, he'd make them scream as the corners bent for the wheels and as the dips dropped their insides as they flew over the narrow lanes.

But first he had to navigate to the Green Street flats.

It was noisy this trip.....  What with Jacqueline holding the dash every now and then, gasping dramatically as the corners shot toward them, pinning them in their seats and Beth squealing as they pulled up quick smart at traffic lights, only to take off again moments later with heads thrown back as the whip smart Aston Martin darted forward in haste.

"I ordered her on a whim back in Feb. right after we got back from America. She's a beauty, isn't she" Casting quick happy grins at the girls he held the wheel surely and basically showed off; And he was that indeed, ashore off, he was the first to say so.

Especially with new toys that turned heads and went like the clappers. Though if anyone had a go about it....He'd cripple 'em.

"She's very spiffy"

"She is that in spades" With a squeal of brakes Paul jumped out of the car tossing a quick word to the girls as they watched him shut the door "I'll be back in a jiff"

And he was.

In a deep blood red shirt. His tan slacks were now black, his wardrobe was completely changed by the looks of him. He smelt divine too, the splash of aftershave must have been a requirement before he left his room.

He fell back in the driver's seat with a whoosh of air. He'd fled up the stairs, fell over in a rush to change trousers and skidded to a stop at the bathroom door for a splash of aftershave then, after re-locking the front door, he rushed the stairs downward. He wanted today... All day to treat her, to kiss her, to get all the feels out of his system.

Surely a day of her would be enough to stop the want of her.

He felt he had to justify his vehicles' purchase. The cost to her would be exorbitant and indulgent. She was a simple girl and so was he, well he wasn't a girl, but a lad with no means not so very long ago, but now...

Now the money was there, rolling in actually. Treats beckoned like shiny silver shillings on the sidewalk, pretty things easily obtained. He wanted to tread a careful line of not flouncing all the cash in her face because she was at the sharp end of the finances but he also wanted to thrill her, excite the panties off of her, treat her... He gripped the steering wheel and let his eyes wander over her as he turned about to reverse to the end of the street.

At speed.

Like a race car driver in the straight.

But going backwards.

"It's second hand" A new cigarette was squeezed between his second and middle fingers as he held the wheel and fessed up the news, as if that would make her feel better about his indulgence.

"What's second hand?"

"This" He pat the dashboard between them. "The car. Sixty something thousand clicks on the odometer"

"Oh, it's still very beautiful. Like an automobile type of fashion model. Sleek"

Like you.... she wanted add. He was worried bout her and her being skint as he sat there in new black trousers and –

Jackie brought her hand up and Paul thought she was going to slap him one. Baulking, he leaned toward his window.

"The tags still on silly, lean over a bit"

And he did, feeling like an idiot for thinking she would actually slap him today.

He hadn't made her cry yet. He hadn't dropped her off and driven away without a backwards glance- yet. He hadn't gotten round to leaving while she was still thinking about their last carnal encounter- yet.. Jackie smiled sweetly and dashed a quick serendipitous peek back at Beth. She noted her daughter was happily gazing out the window at the now emerging countryside and with that information gathered Jackie let herself lean close, palm covering his thigh. Hand sliding over the skin of his neck circling to his nape, to that tag he had forgotten in his haste. Her breasts touched his arm, his voice faltered and died in his throat. A little gasp occurred as she tightened her grip, squeezing.

Hyper aware Paul watched her in his peripheral vision.

Eyes closed momentarily breathing him in, this moment, this touch......

She somehow regained composure as she recalled what she was supposed to be doing. She fingered the tag and slowly opened those mesmerizing green eyes. Super wide this time.

Her skin flushed, her lips were wetted as she loosened the ribbon that held the price slip in place. The fabric slipped, soft over his skin, slivering over his collar. Breasts pressed deep once more. Then her fingers brushed closer on his thigh, slid even higher, a slight press, then her nails dragged slowly away.

Everything was going to pot.

His breathing, his bloody composure.

Her lips were looking more and more like a bleedin' dying mans last feast and those fingers, working over him, ever higher on his damn thigh... On his- ...and squeezing.

Mercy.

And he couldn't hide, no. She let her body lay back in the comfortable seat and those green orbs lazily cast over him. His pressing erection, his chest struggling for breath, the rising temperature; and hue, of his skin.

Shifting in the seat to relieve the discomfort in his trousers he wiggled his backside and settled back into the drive. And all the while she watched.....her lips moistened once more and then ever so slowly she let them turn up slightly, with a hint of a secret smile for only his eyes to see.

Yes, Jacqueline G from Maida Vale, would be the sweet and pleasurable death of him.

Here lies Macca~
Death by Sexy Squeeze

********

"Be good"

"I will"

"See you tomorrow"

Squealing, jumping up and down, squealing again. All silent- all the above done internally of course, Jackie tried to extract herself from the innocent daughter to run back to his wickedly sexy car and wickedly sexy self.

Paul's motor was running.

And Jacqueline wanted to pull him over for a tune up.

Pronto.

Oh glory be those thighs are mine was whispered with a grin and she hustled herself expediently back to the pretty motor. Hips swaying in her hurry.

Paul spun the wheels reversing away from her as she arrived, then flipped the gears and dashed the sporty coupe forward in the gravel. Hands blessed hips and she pulled herself to a stop as the boy behind the wheel giggled at her. She glared trying to pretend to be angry (it failed miserably). He shoved the handbrake on and bounced out of the sexy motor like an adorable puppy to take her by the hand and lead her to the passenger seat. She trembled in her excitement at having him for the whole day.

Hours and hours of Paul play.

Playing.

Together.

Alone.....

Today was going to be sooooo wonderfully long.............

Paul's fingers tugged the seat-belt around her and lashed her to his motor. She was his. She was bound to him for the day, and a long night. Enough time for exhausting sex and enough time to see any bad habits that would make him run away with a reason.

Cause there was no reason to run from her currently, only his greedy sexual desires to spread himself around the globe, once.. twice... Or three times, he wasn't picky.

Any-way, sex and plenty of it was on the cards.

Today was going to be sextacually long......

"Why is Paul seat-belting mum" Beth inquired while looking over Johns shoulder. John stood on the bottom step watching Paul tying Scarlet up and Cyn stood beside Beth, with Julian on her hip, two steps up.

"Oh he's getting ready to-"John began.

"The clicky things a bit sticky. I'm sure he's just getting it secure" Cyn cut in, John would be the one to point out that Jacqueline was on her way to Paul's boudoir.

"Yes Cyn, I bet that's what he's doing" Lucky bugger. I get the kid and he gets the spunky slip of a bird in his hands. Yes ok, she is Hitler or Scar but she is a nice piece of ass and legs a mile high. Can't blame a red-blooded male for looking...

Cyn tightened her slightly tatty powder pink terry bathrobe.

"Oh ok, lovely. That's nice of him" Beth tickled Julian under the chin.

Beth's acceptance made the decrepit situ all the more laughable. Whatever would the girl do if Paul got his heart lanced and ended up, openly, in the mother's bed? Like a daily daddy sort of thing. John chuckled then frowned as Julian pulled his hair.

"Yes, he's very nice" Cyn twittered like a robin as it flew happily about searching for worms in a thin layer of snow.

"And studly" He grinned the words out. Cheeky grin an' all.

Pushing the subject again, are we? Why yes John, I am.... And why not? Not like Macca's going to hear it and save the girl from her ears.

"Studly?"

"Studious" Cyn jumped in before Johns explanation of studly befell the child's thoughts.

"Town bull that one...." Never one to stop the pressing of buttons John turned about and grinned like a cherub up at both Beth and Cyn on the top step.

Cyn huffed, then clutched Beth warmly by the shoulder "Come along luv, lets leave John to his word play dramatics"

Cyn led Beth into the belly of the 'ouse and all John could hear was a hastily retreating Aston Martin and Beth screeching and giggling as she spotted the life size bear and knights armour.

Today was going to be tooooooo  fu#!ing long....

Just for Fun: Some more of Ready Steady Go with Gerry and the Pacemakers, Paul and the dance comp (with Melanie Cole- the girl that inspired 'Shes Leaving Home' in that future album of their's)plus silly Dudley Moore and (?) Peter Cook. 

The 1964 Aston Martin DB5

The Aston was Sierra Blue in colour, it was a 1964 Aston Martin DB5 4.2-Litre Sports Saloon with black interior, which included such features as a Phillips Auto-Mignon record player, Armstrong Selectaride rear shock absorbers, a Motorola radio, powered aerial, twin Marchal fog lamps, chrome road wheels, heated rear window, two Britax safety belts, three-ear hubcaps and detachable headrests.

The car was supplied with a Philips Auto-Mignon record player, seemingly an essential for a professional musician.

Reportedly, the original interior leather also featured musical note-styled patterns in the stitching.

 Online googling of A/M colour says 'this' is Sierra Blue'

Delivered on 22nd September '64 to Bryce, Hamer & Isherwood, Paul McCartney's accountants at the time. Ordered by McCartney prior to his departure for the Beatles' world tour in the summer of 1964, the DB5 was subsequently registered in the musician's name, and Paul greatly enjoyed driving the car over the following six years. Accompanying paperwork shows the price was £3,800 10s 0d plus Purchase Tax of £793 6s 8d or around 92,300 pound in today's pounds!

Online googling of 'Pauls' A/M colour this beautiful colour comes up. (Do you know if this is the original colour- remembering Paul had 2 A/M's)