Claire and I were in a room in the Kings Arms Hotel Godalming, laying naked beneath the covers in the after glow.
“You need to ask me the question then,” I said
“What do you want me to do?”
There was a long pause then she took a deep breath and blurted out
“I want you to make love to the vicar?”
That rather took me by surprise I certainly hadn’t seen that coming.
I was worried that she had been hoping for a long-term commitment from me rather than out dirty outings.
It never even crossed my mind that she might be pimping me out.
“I want you to make love to the vicar? She said
“Which one?” I replied trying to make light of it
“Katy of course” Claire said without humour
After a moment I said
“And this is what you thought I would be angry about?” I asked
“Yes” she replied
“Well I’m not angry” I said “but you were right I don’t want to do it”
“But…” she tried to interrupt but I continued
“And I’m not going to do it”
“But…” she tried to interrupt again and again I pressed on
“And I can’t imagine what you could possibly say that could persuade me to change my mind”
“She’s dying” Claire said flatly
“What?” I said
“She’s dying,” she repeated
I was stunned into silence and I suddenly felt rather small.
“How?” I asked though it didn’t really matter, I didn’t know what else to say.
“Cancer” Claire said “very aggressive”
“Where”? I asked gain for want of something worthwhile.
“Her brain” she replied “to begin with, but its metastasised”
“What’s the prognosis?” I asked hopefully
Claire shook her head in response.
“Is there no treatment?”
“Yes but it will only delay its progress and she doesn’t want to prolong it any longer than necessary”
“Doesn’t she want to fight it?” I said angrily
“She has no fear of death” Claire replied, “She knows where she is bound”
There was a prolonged silence as I took in the news and tried to process it.
After about 10 minutes I said
“How long have you known”?
“About the cancer, since before we went to Paris, and about her dying, about six weeks” she replied
“Who else knows”? I asked
“Just me and the Bishop” she answered and sobbed.
“It must have been hell” I said and kissed her forehead
When she had stopped crying I asked
“So why do you want me to make love to her?”
“It’s what she wants” Claire replied
“But why?” I queried
“Because although she has made her peace and is content” she replied
“She just wants to feel truly alive one last time before the end”
Silence once again descended and it was five minutes before she broke it.
“So will you do it”?
“I need some time to think about it” I replied
“Time is a luxury she does not have” Claire said blackly
I got out of bed and paced around the room for nearly 10 minutes before Claire suggested
“Go and speak to her”
“That would work. I’ll just knock on the vicarage door and say, “so you want me to shag you?”” I responded angrily
“She’s in room 23” Claire stated
“What?” I said
“Katy is in the room across the hall” she said
I stopped pacing for a moment and absorbed what she had and after a moment the penny dropped, “I’ll book two rooms,” she said on the phone.
I stood in the middle of the room and taking a deep breath I announced
“I’ll go and speak to her”
I walked briskly across the room and was just about to open the door when Claire said
“Trousers”
“What?” I said in response
“You’re not wearing any trousers,” she told me
I looked down at my unclad lower half and conceded that she might have a point so I returned to the sight of our coupling and redressed.
“The door isn’t locked, but knock before you go in” she said as I grabbed the door handle for the second time then I looked back at Claire
“Why me”? I asked curiously
“You’ll have to ask her that” she replied
I crossed the hall and stood staring at the door of room 23 for about five minutes before I got up enough courage to knock.
When I eventually did, there was no answer to my knock, but after a few moments I turned the handle and pushed open the door.
When I was inside I found Katy asleep in an armchair by the fire with a blanket around her knees.
Katie’s spectacles were perched on the end of her nose and a bible lay open on her lap,
I walked quietly into the room and sat in the chair opposite her and watched her sleep.
Katie was an attractive woman by any measure, a willowy thirty seven year old, with shoulder length brunette hair.
She had a warm open manner, which was partly why she was so fondly regarded.
The intelligent green laughing eyes and broad toothy smile served to compliment an already very pleasant demeanour.
She looked small tucked into the large armchair and incredibly vulnerable.
“I don’t think I can do it,” I said to myself
The Reverend ticked a lot of boxes for me it has to be said,
And given my penchant for all things crumpet there was certainly no lack of attraction, her vestments certainly didn’t put me off, I liked uniforms and outfits.
It wasn’t because she was a Vicar, although had she been in any other occupation I would have been more likely to have serviced her without any qualms.
“I just don’t think I can do it”
Maybe it was my conscience I was worried about not that I possessed any high principles, and what rules I followed are at best flexible.
So if it’s not my scruples, which are virtually non-existent, as my many peccadilloes can testify to.
“Why don’t I think I can do it?”
At that moment Katie stirred from her nap and opened her eyes.
“Hi” I said softly
“Oh Hello Simon” She replied with a smile.
Then her eyes closed and she drifted off again
It was another fifteen minutes before she awoke again, fully this time.
“Has Claire asked you?” She asked out of the blue
“Yes” I replied
“And?” she pressed me
“I don’t think I can do it,” I said
“Why not?” She asked with surprise “Is it the vestments that put you off?”
”No” I replied “I like that well enough, uniform is always good”
There was silence for a moment then I continued
“Look in principle I would have no problem making love to you,
I would have no problem defrocking you of your vestments,
I would have to draw the line at doing it in Gods house or the vicarage for that matter, but in principle it’s a yes But…”
“But what?” she asked
“Well” I began but she interrupted
“Are you worried about your immortal soul?” She asked with a chuckle
“Because I would think you’re probably damned already for all the sinning you’ve done”
“No of course not” I snapped
“I’m more concerned about yours”
“Oh that” she said, “well I’m of a purer bent than you and I shall merely have to repent my misdemeanour”
I looked at her doubtfully
“Look I have my faith,” she said with conviction “I know that I have eternal life awaiting me”
I was still unconvinced so Katy leant forward and took hold of my hand and spoke softy
“I just want to feel truly alive one last time before the end”
She relaxed back into the chair
“It’s a dying woman’s last request,” she said
“And as I’m dying you will be performing a noble act”
Silence once again descended and it was five minutes before she broke it.
“So will you do it”?
I took in a deep breath before responding
“I know you just want to experience sex one last time but.”
“No” she interrupted “I want to experience it for the first and last time”
I was taken aback, I didn’t know she was a virgin, and the knowledge that she was really didn’t help.
I would truly be defiling her.
She clearly saw the feelings etched on my face and leant forward again and stared deep into my eyes as she spoke.
“I just want to have a taste of earthly pleasures before I die; I want to feel as alive as it is possible to feel”
She paused briefly before continuing
“I’m not doing it to see what I’ve been missing all these years”
I took her hand and squeezed it gently then she relaxed back into the chair again and closed her eyes.
So we sat silently in the glow of the fire for several minutes while she cat napped,
When she opened her eyes again she looked at me and gave me a tired smile.
“Would you boil the kettle Simon?” She asked, “I’m really parched”
I got up and filled the kettle and switched it on, as I waited for it to boil I asked
“Why me?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” she answered
I shook my head
“Well, I know that you.. Um” she paused as she tried to think of the right words “put it about a bit”
Well that stung a bit harder for the fact that she thought about it first.
Seeing my pained expression she laughed
“Was that a bit harsh?” she asked
“Ok then lets say you have something of a reputation”
I couldn’t argue with that
“So if I’m going to sin” she continued “it should be with a well qualified sinner”
“That seems reasonable,” I said
“I also asked Claire if you were any good,” Katy said
“Really?” I replied “And what did she say?”
“She didn’t say anything” Katy replied, “She just blushed which was good enough for me”
We both laughed
I placed her drink on the table and as I sat down she said
“But the main reason is that I like you”
I had to admit that I liked her too but my reluctance wasn’t born of a lack of attraction, she was offering it to me on a plate and I wasn’t turning her down because I didn’t fancy her.
“I did get the impression you liked me that day you said, “If I wasn’t the vicar I’d shag you””
“Oh don’t remind me of that” she exclaimed quite mortified “I am so embarrassed”
Then she said from behind her hands.
“What a thing for the vicar to be doing, getting drunk and propositioning parishioners”
“No harm done” I said, “fortunately I am a gentleman”
“The gentlemanly thing to do would have been never to mention it again” she corrected me
The incident of which she was so embarrassed occurred one rainy afternoon after we had spent a boozy lunchtime hiding in the Cross Keys, me from my cleaner Beryl Beamish and her from the formidable Conway sisters.
I ever the gentleman escorted and steered her through the pouring rain to the vicarage.
Upon reaching her front door I had to wedge her against the wall while I opened it, unfortunately as the door swung open she fell into the hall.
I instinctively reached out and grabbed her in an effort to prevent her from hurting herself.
Unfortunately in trying to avoid grabbing anything intimate I only succeeded in falling to the floor before she did, I landed on my back and she landed on top of me.
Which was when she slurred
“You know Simon if I wasn’t the vicar I’d shag you”
Then she planted an almost Labrador like kiss on my mouth.
After extricating myself from her embrace I replied
“If I wasn’t a gentleman I’d let you”
I struggled to my feet and helped Katy to do the same before steering her through the hall and into her sitting room.
“But you’re not a gentleman” she said as I plopped her into an armchair “so there’s nothing stopping you”
And she grabbed me by the lapels and planted another kiss on my mouth, much more controlled and unhurried.
And I remember wondering as I was starting to reciprocate if she thought that having sex with a philanderer like me was sin free.
Making me like a vegetable in a slimmer’s diet plan.
“But you are the vicar” I replied as I broke away from her embrace again and kissed her on the forehead before leaving.
We sat in front of the fire chuckling about that day for about ten minutes.
Then just as I finished the last dregs of tea from my cup I asked
“Do you remember at Gerald Overend’s funeral when I looked over at you and you blushed?”
“Yes” she replied, “I do”
“What were you thinking?” I asked
“Oh dear more embarrassment” she replied, “If you must know I had a lustful thought”
“Reverend Oliver I’m shocked” I said and laughed
“And the very moment I thought it you looked across at me as if you knew what was in my mind”
“Sadly I didn’t,” I said
“What were you thinking then?” she quizzed “can you remember?”
“Oh yes I remember vividly” I answered, “I was wondering if you were wearing black underwear”
Katy blushed a fine shade of scarlet and I recounted the tale of the last request of the dying man that his wife wore his favourite black lingerie on the day of the funeral, stockings and suspenders and silk frillies.
And how I couldn’t get the image out of my head and pictured every woman in place sporting black underwear.
“Yes we heard about Gerald’s request” she said “and we also heard that someone took advantage of her in her grief”
“No” I said feigning shock “Who?”
“Well there was a rumour that it was you” she confided
“Really?” I said still acting surprised
“Yes but it was quickly quashed; as it is widely known that you only go for the younger woman” she replied
“Yes that’s very true,” I confirmed, then after a brief pause I continued “but I’m willing to make an exception in your case”
“So you’ll do it”? She asked taking my hand
“Yes” I replied
“Thank you” she said and kissed my hand as tears ran down her cheeks and I began to cry.
Saturday 19 January 2013
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 49) Twelfth Night (Part One) Dr Claire's Special Consultation
After my abject failure to keep my one and only New Years Resolution, namely to stop shagging other women for even one single solitary day I retired to the spare bedroom.
To make matters worse I was doing it or rather doing Shula when I should have been home looking after my sick girlfriend.
I was heartily ashamed of my behaviour and yet got a trouser tickle at the reminiscence of my afternoon at the billiard table.
The next day Georgia still wasn’t vey well and slept for most of the day and had all her meals in bed.
The hire car was collected and I spent most of the day at my computer and although my unfaithfulness was a cause of great guilt on my part in was generating reams of output on the word processor.
I was veritably prolific in my tales of lust and frolic almost as prolific as I was at spreading my seed.
On Thursday Georgia was feeling a lot better, her fever was gone and she looked much more herself.
I still made her stay in bed for the day but she had the TV to watch and I supplied her with a stack of DVDs as well.
She thought I was being wonderfully kind but the truth was I just wanted another undisturbed day at the computer.
I was in the groove and I had already turned out a mountain of filth by the middle of the afternoon when I was interrupted by the telephone.
“Hello” I said
“Hello Simon” a quiet voice said
“Claire”? I asked
“Yes it’s me,” she sobbed
“Are you ok?” I queried
“No” she replied “No I’m not”
I hadn’t spoken to Claire Andrews for a couple of months and we hadn’t had one of our “have it away days” since October.
When we had a three-day Parisian romp/romantic interlude, for which I was still struggling to find the appropriate pigeonhole to place the experience in.
I was left with a very different feeling than after our normal outings and the whole thing was more like a romantic getaway.
Not that that was the reason it had been so long since we indulged.
At least not on my part.
The last five of six weeks had been different though; she had avoided me, ignored me and generally acted out of character with me.
When I went to see her professionally at the surgery she could barely look me in the eye.
Conceitedly however I attributed this behaviour to the fact that she had fallen in love with me.
I thought that our “outings” were mutually beneficial she got to have the sex that her disabled husband couldn’t supply and I got to shag a beautiful doctor.
She seemed happy with the arrangement, she loved her husband very much and would never leave him, but what would happen if something happened to hubby would she want more from me then? More than I could give her.
“What’s wrong?” I asked
“I so need to see you,” she said
“Ok” I replied
“There is something I have to talk to you about, something that has been eating away at me”
“What is it?” I asked not sure if I wanted to know.
“I should have told you before, but…” she tailed off “now time is running out”
“So tell me already” I said impatiently
“I can’t on the phone” Claire stated, “I need to do it face to face, it’s important”
“Ok” I said “when?”
“Can we meet Saturday?” she said
“Yes Saturday is fine” I replied
“Ok then I’ll meet you at the Kings Arms Hotel Godalming Saturday afternoon at 3.00pm” she said coldly
“I’ll book two rooms”
“Ok” I said “I’ll see you then”
“Promise me you won’t be angry” Claire added randomly
“What?” I asked with surprise
“Promise me” she insisted
“Ok” I relented “I promise”
And she hung up leaving me completely confused.
I was worried that my worst fears were being realised and she wanted us to be together, as a couple, but I didn’t understand where the two rooms would fit into that scenario.
And what was all that about promising to not get angry.
On Friday morning Georgia was feeling much better and we actually got to spend the day downstairs together like a proper couple.
Georgia was very lovey dovey all day; I think she believed I was some great prize because I had looked after her.
When really I was total bastard, who was out skewering the shopkeepers wife, while my beloved was sweating out a fever in my bed.
Her opinion of me was totally at odds with the reality.
But I did love her very much.
By 9 o’clock she could barely keep her eyes open so I walked her back to her parent’s house.
After I had turned in I spent a very fitful night tossing and turning as I mulled over the conversation with Claire.
The usual tingle of anticipation I felt when we were meeting clandestinely had been replaced by feelings of great trepidation.
When I got up on Saturday morning I was completely shattered and it took a long hot shower and several coffees to shift my lethargy but I still harboured feelings of dread regarding my rendezvous with Claire.
About nine o’clock I had a surprise visit from Georgia
“Hello hon” I said, “what are you doing here?”
“I just came to say I love you” she replied
“Really”? I asked
“Yes, and I also came to tell you my visitor has left” Georgia replied as she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me.
It was only a brief visit she only stayed long enough for me to split her whiskers before she went off to work.
And she left me with the promise there was more where that came from when I returned on Sunday.
I had told Georgia I had a writer’s dinner, what was one more lie in an ocean of lies.
I travelled to Godalming on the train and made my way on foot to the Kings Arms Hotel, arriving just before 3.00pm.
I bought a drink and sat down at a table with a view of the door.
I looked around the bar and happily began ogling a pretty young woman in jeggings, with small well-defined buttocks and skinny thighs.
I liked the fact I could see daylight between the tops of my thighs I liked air between the hairs.
I looked away when I heard someone enter from reception; it wasn’t Claire so I resumed my ogling of the skinny bird.
But when I looked back there was a great fat munter in her place who was bending over and the fabric of her leggings was stretched so tight I could see her knickers.
Someone else entered which drew my gaze and when I looked back the skinny bird was there again.
It was a real “Shallow Hal” moment.
Despite the diversions I wasn’t sure if I should go to the bar and order myself another drink or report to reception. I decided on the former but having sat in the bar nursing a drink for 20 minutes I guessed I had made the wrong choice.
So I finished my drink and was on my way to reception when I met Claire coming the other way.
“Oh hello” She said avoiding eye contact
“Hi” I said, “are you ok?”
“Yes” she replied blandly as she looked randomly around anywhere than at me.
“Let’s go upstairs”
Claire turned around and I followed her upstairs wishing I’d stayed at home.
She didn’t speak a word for the whole way.
We reached the door to the room and still not a word.
She opened the door and we entered, still silence.
I closed the door and dropped my bag on the floor.
“What the hell is going on Claire?” I snapped and she turned around and looked me in the eye for the first time and tears started to well up in her eyes and then ran down her cheeks as she sobbed before throwing herself into my arms.
“I’m sorry” she said and buried her tearstained face in my neck.
I made encouraging noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on was the full extent of my expertise as usual.
We held that position for some time until Claire’s sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated.
But still she held on to me tightly and began to nuzzle my neck and I could feel her hot breath on my skin, which was when the sleeping beast stirred and opened his eye.
Still nuzzling my neck her hands began to caress up and down my spine and her nuzzles turned to kisses.
I reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth was on mine.
Her lips were soft, her mouth was hot and her tongue was electric.
Claire’s hands began to claw at my shirt dragging it free of my waistband before turning her attention, with great urgency, to the buttons.
When her fumbling fingers had accomplished their task she almost ripped the shirt off my back.
Then those trembling hands were on my flesh and she sighed and exhaled through her nose.
My hands meanwhile were already inside her sweater and working their way through the layers.
Her kissing became more intense as I turned my attention to her bra and releasing the fastener between her breasts I quickly replaced the cups with my hands and she snorted air in though her nose as I toyed with her enlarged nipples.
I pushed her backwards onto the bed and broke my lips away from her mouth.
As I undid her jeans and yanked them unceremoniously of her arse I almost pulled her off the bed as I tugged them off over her feet.
Then I returned to do the same with her pink knickers she obliged me this time by lifting her arse off the bed so the lacy panties rolled easily off her buttocks.
I hurriedly undid my trousers and bared my throbbing dick and Claire licked her lips as she spread her legs wide to receive me, a neatly clipped triangle of brunette pussy hair pointed the way towards the dewy pink lips of her waiting cunny.
I knelt between her open legs and slid my hands down her outer thighs until I had her buttock in hand and pulling her towards me I thrust my cock into her and savoured the hot liquid velvet as it immersed me.
Claire let out a low animal growl, which excited me very much
And with each successive length she exhaled grunts and groans of epic proportions.
Her legs were around me now so my hands left her buttocks and moved to her breasts as the grunts were growing in ferocity.
I had forgotten quite how delicious a morsel she was.
As the strokes were getting shorter she began to squeal and moan.
Quicker and quicker
Claire became more urgent more produced guttural animal noises.
Faster and faster
Louder and louder
Writhing and wriggling
Quicker and quicker
Louder and louder
Until crescendo.
Claire’s whole body seemed to be in spasm before me as I emptied into her hot cunny, my cock pulsed and twitched as I gasped with pleasure.
I fell forward and her arms went round be like a sprung trap and she kissed me wetly on the mouth, which I reciprocated.
I was about to withdraw from her pussy,
“Don’t,” she begged, “Let me enjoy it a moment longer”
I obliged and we just lay there entwined until my erection diminished.
The room was cool so we slipped under the covers and as we lay there in each other’s arms I asked
“So what’s going on Claire?”
She didn’t reply she just lay with her face turned away from me.
“Why have you been avoiding me? Why have you been ignoring me?” I asked
“I’m sorry Simon” she replied
“Earlier you couldn’t even look at me” I said, “What have I done?”
She quickly turned to look at me
“You haven’t done anything” she said and kissed my cheek
“So why did you make me promise not to be angry?” I asked her
“Because I have to ask you to do something” Claire replied
“That you probably won’t want to do”
“I don’t understand,” I said
“You won’t want to do it, but you must” Claire continued “and because you’re a good person you will do it”
Claire paused and then said
“And I’m worried you’ll hate me for making you”
“You need to ask me the question then,” I said
“What do you want me to do?”
There was a long pause then she took a deep breath and blurted out
“I want you to make love to the vicar?”
To make matters worse I was doing it or rather doing Shula when I should have been home looking after my sick girlfriend.
I was heartily ashamed of my behaviour and yet got a trouser tickle at the reminiscence of my afternoon at the billiard table.
The next day Georgia still wasn’t vey well and slept for most of the day and had all her meals in bed.
The hire car was collected and I spent most of the day at my computer and although my unfaithfulness was a cause of great guilt on my part in was generating reams of output on the word processor.
I was veritably prolific in my tales of lust and frolic almost as prolific as I was at spreading my seed.
On Thursday Georgia was feeling a lot better, her fever was gone and she looked much more herself.
I still made her stay in bed for the day but she had the TV to watch and I supplied her with a stack of DVDs as well.
She thought I was being wonderfully kind but the truth was I just wanted another undisturbed day at the computer.
I was in the groove and I had already turned out a mountain of filth by the middle of the afternoon when I was interrupted by the telephone.
“Hello” I said
“Hello Simon” a quiet voice said
“Claire”? I asked
“Yes it’s me,” she sobbed
“Are you ok?” I queried
“No” she replied “No I’m not”
I hadn’t spoken to Claire Andrews for a couple of months and we hadn’t had one of our “have it away days” since October.
When we had a three-day Parisian romp/romantic interlude, for which I was still struggling to find the appropriate pigeonhole to place the experience in.
I was left with a very different feeling than after our normal outings and the whole thing was more like a romantic getaway.
Not that that was the reason it had been so long since we indulged.
At least not on my part.
The last five of six weeks had been different though; she had avoided me, ignored me and generally acted out of character with me.
When I went to see her professionally at the surgery she could barely look me in the eye.
Conceitedly however I attributed this behaviour to the fact that she had fallen in love with me.
I thought that our “outings” were mutually beneficial she got to have the sex that her disabled husband couldn’t supply and I got to shag a beautiful doctor.
She seemed happy with the arrangement, she loved her husband very much and would never leave him, but what would happen if something happened to hubby would she want more from me then? More than I could give her.
“What’s wrong?” I asked
“I so need to see you,” she said
“Ok” I replied
“There is something I have to talk to you about, something that has been eating away at me”
“What is it?” I asked not sure if I wanted to know.
“I should have told you before, but…” she tailed off “now time is running out”
“So tell me already” I said impatiently
“I can’t on the phone” Claire stated, “I need to do it face to face, it’s important”
“Ok” I said “when?”
“Can we meet Saturday?” she said
“Yes Saturday is fine” I replied
“Ok then I’ll meet you at the Kings Arms Hotel Godalming Saturday afternoon at 3.00pm” she said coldly
“I’ll book two rooms”
“Ok” I said “I’ll see you then”
“Promise me you won’t be angry” Claire added randomly
“What?” I asked with surprise
“Promise me” she insisted
“Ok” I relented “I promise”
And she hung up leaving me completely confused.
I was worried that my worst fears were being realised and she wanted us to be together, as a couple, but I didn’t understand where the two rooms would fit into that scenario.
And what was all that about promising to not get angry.
On Friday morning Georgia was feeling much better and we actually got to spend the day downstairs together like a proper couple.
Georgia was very lovey dovey all day; I think she believed I was some great prize because I had looked after her.
When really I was total bastard, who was out skewering the shopkeepers wife, while my beloved was sweating out a fever in my bed.
Her opinion of me was totally at odds with the reality.
But I did love her very much.
By 9 o’clock she could barely keep her eyes open so I walked her back to her parent’s house.
After I had turned in I spent a very fitful night tossing and turning as I mulled over the conversation with Claire.
The usual tingle of anticipation I felt when we were meeting clandestinely had been replaced by feelings of great trepidation.
When I got up on Saturday morning I was completely shattered and it took a long hot shower and several coffees to shift my lethargy but I still harboured feelings of dread regarding my rendezvous with Claire.
About nine o’clock I had a surprise visit from Georgia
“Hello hon” I said, “what are you doing here?”
“I just came to say I love you” she replied
“Really”? I asked
“Yes, and I also came to tell you my visitor has left” Georgia replied as she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me.
It was only a brief visit she only stayed long enough for me to split her whiskers before she went off to work.
And she left me with the promise there was more where that came from when I returned on Sunday.
I had told Georgia I had a writer’s dinner, what was one more lie in an ocean of lies.
I travelled to Godalming on the train and made my way on foot to the Kings Arms Hotel, arriving just before 3.00pm.
I bought a drink and sat down at a table with a view of the door.
I looked around the bar and happily began ogling a pretty young woman in jeggings, with small well-defined buttocks and skinny thighs.
I liked the fact I could see daylight between the tops of my thighs I liked air between the hairs.
I looked away when I heard someone enter from reception; it wasn’t Claire so I resumed my ogling of the skinny bird.
But when I looked back there was a great fat munter in her place who was bending over and the fabric of her leggings was stretched so tight I could see her knickers.
Someone else entered which drew my gaze and when I looked back the skinny bird was there again.
It was a real “Shallow Hal” moment.
Despite the diversions I wasn’t sure if I should go to the bar and order myself another drink or report to reception. I decided on the former but having sat in the bar nursing a drink for 20 minutes I guessed I had made the wrong choice.
So I finished my drink and was on my way to reception when I met Claire coming the other way.
“Oh hello” She said avoiding eye contact
“Hi” I said, “are you ok?”
“Yes” she replied blandly as she looked randomly around anywhere than at me.
“Let’s go upstairs”
Claire turned around and I followed her upstairs wishing I’d stayed at home.
She didn’t speak a word for the whole way.
We reached the door to the room and still not a word.
She opened the door and we entered, still silence.
I closed the door and dropped my bag on the floor.
“What the hell is going on Claire?” I snapped and she turned around and looked me in the eye for the first time and tears started to well up in her eyes and then ran down her cheeks as she sobbed before throwing herself into my arms.
“I’m sorry” she said and buried her tearstained face in my neck.
I made encouraging noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on was the full extent of my expertise as usual.
We held that position for some time until Claire’s sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated.
But still she held on to me tightly and began to nuzzle my neck and I could feel her hot breath on my skin, which was when the sleeping beast stirred and opened his eye.
Still nuzzling my neck her hands began to caress up and down my spine and her nuzzles turned to kisses.
I reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth was on mine.
Her lips were soft, her mouth was hot and her tongue was electric.
Claire’s hands began to claw at my shirt dragging it free of my waistband before turning her attention, with great urgency, to the buttons.
When her fumbling fingers had accomplished their task she almost ripped the shirt off my back.
Then those trembling hands were on my flesh and she sighed and exhaled through her nose.
My hands meanwhile were already inside her sweater and working their way through the layers.
Her kissing became more intense as I turned my attention to her bra and releasing the fastener between her breasts I quickly replaced the cups with my hands and she snorted air in though her nose as I toyed with her enlarged nipples.
I pushed her backwards onto the bed and broke my lips away from her mouth.
As I undid her jeans and yanked them unceremoniously of her arse I almost pulled her off the bed as I tugged them off over her feet.
Then I returned to do the same with her pink knickers she obliged me this time by lifting her arse off the bed so the lacy panties rolled easily off her buttocks.
I hurriedly undid my trousers and bared my throbbing dick and Claire licked her lips as she spread her legs wide to receive me, a neatly clipped triangle of brunette pussy hair pointed the way towards the dewy pink lips of her waiting cunny.
I knelt between her open legs and slid my hands down her outer thighs until I had her buttock in hand and pulling her towards me I thrust my cock into her and savoured the hot liquid velvet as it immersed me.
Claire let out a low animal growl, which excited me very much
And with each successive length she exhaled grunts and groans of epic proportions.
Her legs were around me now so my hands left her buttocks and moved to her breasts as the grunts were growing in ferocity.
I had forgotten quite how delicious a morsel she was.
As the strokes were getting shorter she began to squeal and moan.
Quicker and quicker
Claire became more urgent more produced guttural animal noises.
Faster and faster
Louder and louder
Writhing and wriggling
Quicker and quicker
Louder and louder
Until crescendo.
Claire’s whole body seemed to be in spasm before me as I emptied into her hot cunny, my cock pulsed and twitched as I gasped with pleasure.
I fell forward and her arms went round be like a sprung trap and she kissed me wetly on the mouth, which I reciprocated.
I was about to withdraw from her pussy,
“Don’t,” she begged, “Let me enjoy it a moment longer”
I obliged and we just lay there entwined until my erection diminished.
The room was cool so we slipped under the covers and as we lay there in each other’s arms I asked
“So what’s going on Claire?”
She didn’t reply she just lay with her face turned away from me.
“Why have you been avoiding me? Why have you been ignoring me?” I asked
“I’m sorry Simon” she replied
“Earlier you couldn’t even look at me” I said, “What have I done?”
She quickly turned to look at me
“You haven’t done anything” she said and kissed my cheek
“So why did you make me promise not to be angry?” I asked her
“Because I have to ask you to do something” Claire replied
“That you probably won’t want to do”
“I don’t understand,” I said
“You won’t want to do it, but you must” Claire continued “and because you’re a good person you will do it”
Claire paused and then said
“And I’m worried you’ll hate me for making you”
“You need to ask me the question then,” I said
“What do you want me to do?”
There was a long pause then she took a deep breath and blurted out
“I want you to make love to the vicar?”
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 48) New Years Day In The 19th Hole
It was one thirty on New Years morning when I drove Pandora home after our wonderful New Year ball.
Perhaps not the start to the year I had planned it was supposed to be the start of “New Year New Me” but it was a bloody marvellous end to the old year.
Now technically I hadn’t been unfaithful to Georgia in the New Year as my cock was already in Pandora’s mouth well before Big Ben struck 12.
But in the event that that wouldn’t stand up to scrutiny I decided that New Years day wouldn’t start until after I had been to bed.
After kissing an exhausted Pandora goodnight and dropping her outside her house I drove to the Club to pick Georgia up from work who was also exhausted but for totally different reasons.
She went straight to bed when we got home.
I decided to tidy up in the lounge before I joined her and it’s a good job that I did as the back of the sofa sticky from Pandora’s secretions, there were more wine glasses in circulation than was to be reasonable expected for someone who spent the evening alone and Pandora’s black silk knickers were still on the floor.
I washed up the wine glasses, I took a damp cloth to Pandora’s sticky bits and I locked her panties in my desk drawer before I joined Georgia in bed.
I woke up annoyingly early next morning, well later the same morning really.
I couldn’t sleep, guilty conscience I suppose, not because I was unfaithful, again, but because I enjoyed it so much.
I sat in the kitchen drinking coffee and thinking about my New Year’s resolution to stop sleeping with other women and the all but inevitable likelihood of my failure to keep it.
I concluded that it was obvious I was incapable of keeping my dick in my pants and the inevitability of Georgia losing patience with me.
And at my abject failure to comply with her ultimatum the prospect of her ultimately dumping me was overwhelming so I began to think the best coarse of action would be for me to break up with her.
Saving both of us pain in the long run
The problem was I was very much in love with her and the sex was outstandingly good.
So why wasn’t that enough for me?
We were due to eat New Years Day lunch at the Gregory’s so at nine o’clock I stopped my ruminations and made Georgia a cup of tea.
Tea mug in hand I was on my way upstairs to wake her when the phone rang.
I stopped and did a u-turn and picked up the phone.
“Hello”
“Simon?” the voice said “its Geoff”
“Hi Geoff, happy New Year” I said
“Yes Happy New Year” he responded vaguely
“Is everything ok?” I asked
“No” he replied, “it’s the twins”
“They’ve been throwing up all night so we thought it best to cancel lunch as a precaution” he continued “I’m sorry to let you down”
“Nonsense” I said, “these things happen”
“I suspect it’s been brought on by two much chocolate but just in case it is a bug” Geoff elaborated “Perhaps it would be better if Georgia stayed with you tonight”
“Of course” I said “No problem”
After I had put down the phone I decided not to continue my journey up the stairs to wake Georgia. As we were now not going out I decided to let her sleep in.
I spent an hour pottering about the kitchen, firstly trying to decide what to cook for lunch, as we were not dining out.
And then after having looked out the window at the thick freezing fog I settled on a warming hot pot so I started to prepare it.
Once lunch was ready to go in the oven I had a quick peak in on Georgia who was still sleeping soundly and then proceeded to my study to do some work.
There was more to me than philandering, I was after all a writer, even if only of erotic novels; bodice rippers and slutty romances and I had targets to meet.
The flexibility of being a writer suited me very well indeed.
In fact it suited in many ways, but the main benefit was that I was able to work at home, so had no tedious commute every day and my working day was flexible to the point that some days I didn’t write at all.
This afforded me the opportunity of playing a round of Golf during the working week when most people had their noses to the grindstone.
It also afforded me access to women during the working week when most people had their noses to the grindstone.
The downside to that was it wasn’t helping with my promiscuous behaviour.
The down side to it in general was that to facilitate my lifestyle I sometimes had to work on weekends and holidays, New Years
Day was no exception.
At twelve o’clock I looked in on Georgia again and she was beginning to stir so I made her a fresh cup of tea.
I opened the bedroom door and she opened her eyes as I walked in.
“Hi honey,” I said brightly
“I don’t feel well Simon” she replied
“What’s wrong?” I asked with concern
“I think I have the flu,” Georgia croaked
I tested her forehead with the back of my hand and she was burning.
I went into the bathroom and got some max strength cold capsules.
“Take these,” I said as I gave her two with a glass of water.
Georgia did as instructed
“Now go back to sleep babe” I said
“What about lunch?” she queried
“Its been cancelled” I told her
She looked puzzled.
“The twins are hurling,” I said
“Oh” she responded and closed her eyes.
As I was going out the door she said weekly
“Will you go to mums and pick up some things for me?”
“Ok babe” I replied
“Mum will no what I need” she continued
“Ok I’ll go out later and pick up what you need” I answered and left the room.
The hot pot lunch had suddenly become dinner.
I went straight downstairs and phoned Laura.
I explained that Georgia had the flu, hardly surprising with her propensity to be sans pants in the dead of winter, and repeated what she’d said
“Mum will no what I need”
Laura said she understood and she would put a bag together and I could pick it up in an hour.
In the mean time I returned to my study and penned a few more paragraphs of salacious smuttiness while I waited for the hour to pass.
I wanted to go sooner rather than later so I could get back home and draw the curtains against the weather.
Finally the hour passed and I was ready to leave.
I decided to drive as it was such a horrible day and it was the last day I could use the car as it was being picked up the next morning by the hire company.
So I drove down to the Gregory’s and pulled on the drive.
Just as I got out of the car the front door opened and Laura appeared holding a bag.
“Hi Simon” she said, “How is Georgia”?
“I’ve dosed her up and she sleeping soundly” I replied “What about the twins”?
“Still not good” she said shaking her head “I think it is a bug”
“Oh dear” I said sympathetically “I’ll keep Georgie with me for a couple of days then”
“Thanks Simon, kiss her for me”
I shivered as I got back in the car
“This freezing fog gets right into your bones” I thought
I gave Laura a final wave and drove off the drive.
Just after I passed the station and the shops I spotted Shula walking along the road.
I sounded the horn and stopped along side her before lowering the window.
“Do you want a lift Gorgeous?”
“Yes please” she said smiling broadly and quickly got in the car.
“Where are you going”? I asked “on such a horrible day”
“Nowhere” she replied, “I Just needed to get out for a while”
“Omid”? I asked
“Yes he’s still very ill” Shula replied “and he’s not getting better, if anything he’s getting worse”
“Well I’ll keep you company until you need to get back” I offered
“Lovely” she said beaming her toothy smile
“Where would you like to go”? I asked her
“Anywhere will be nice” she replied amiably
It wasn’t really appropriate weather for a country drive and that wasn’t really what she wanted to do anyway so I quickly thought where I could take her that would be quiet and the golf club sprang to mind.
The land on which the Golf club stood is owned by the church and in the terms of the lease dating back to when the club was founded in the 19th century.
It was stipulated that the Club had to close on Easter Sunday, Christmas Day and New Years Day and so it still did to this very day, much to the annoyance of the commercial manager Agnes Snipe.
So knowing the Club would be shut I drove Shula to the golf club and parked in a quiet corner out of view of the entrance and due to the fog out of sight of everyone.
Once we had come to a halt we undid our seat belts and proceeded to kiss and Shula’s pent up frustrations were made manifest in the urgently of her kissing.
after a long five minute snog I came up for air and I asked
“Do you want your Christmas present now?”
“Not here” she said alarmed “Not in the day time someone will see”
It was unlikely that anyone would see given how foggy the day was.
We kissed again while I thought of the next move; she was definitely up for it as she said “not here” and not “no”.
Well we couldn’t go to Mahajak’s with Anjuli in the shop and Omid upstairs in the marital bed, I couldn’t take her back to mine with Georgia asleep in my bed.
Shula didn’t want to do it in the car, but she really wanted to do it.
Eureka! I had an idea, the clubhouse.
I disengaged my mouth from Shula’s so quickly that she was momentarily left with her mouth open and her tongue out.
“Come with me” I said and kissed her forehead.
“Where are we going”? She asked suspiciously
“We’re going to play some billiards” I replied as I got out the car.
I had quite a substantial erection by this time and it was difficult to stand up straight.
As Shula got out of the car I took the opportunity to unzip and reposition my one eyed buddy.
Then I grabbed Shula’s hand and ran towards the clubhouse dragging a confused Shula behind me.
“Where are we going”? She asked again a little more anxiously this time
“Somewhere private” I replied enigmatically
“What does that mean”? Shula replied
“Somewhere safe, now stop asking silly questions and run” I said within twenty yards of the building.
Finally we were stood by the staff entrance.
“Just wait here a moment” I said as I went off to scout around, the car park was empty and there were no lights on in the building.
So satisfied that the building was vacant I returned to a worried looking Shula and kissed her trembling lips.
“All clear” I announced and keyed in Georgia’s staff code on the door panel.
The door opened with a buzz and I pushed it open and slipped in, then I reached a hand back and dragged a reluctant Shula in with me.
Once inside I closed the door and attended to the alarm, which was bleeping.
Although I had watched Georgia do this numerous times I had no idea if it was going to work but it occurred to me that any organisation who were lax enough to use 0 0 0 0 as there alarm code in the first place was unlikely to have changed it in the few months since I last saw Georgia use it.
But you never knew, I took a deep breath and I keyed in 0, 0, 0, 0, but it kept bleeping for what seemed like an eternity although in reality it was just a brief moment, before the tone changed and it stopped.
“There” I said expecting Shula to be impressed.
“Where are we going”? She asked a little impatiently
“As I said before, somewhere private,” I said
She was about to say something else but I interrupted her
“So I can give you your Christmas present”
“Ok” She said and smiled coyly
I took her hand and led her down a couple of gloomy corridors until we reached a door marked “Private Billiard Room”
“You see, somewhere private,” I said smugly
The rest of the signage read
“Presidents club Members only”
It always grated on me that within an elitist golf club that was not easy to join in the first place had an even more elitist group within it and the Presidents Club inner sanctum was its Exclusive Billiard room.
I always wanted to play in there but I knew I would never get the opportunity.
So I thought it would be a little victory to have my way with Shula on their upholstery.
But the main reason for picking that room was the lack of windows, which meant we could have lights on without alerting the outside world of our presence.
The cleaning crew weren’t due in until the early hours of the morning and with Georgia ill in bed I had plenty of time to pot Shula’s pink a couple of times.
When we entered the room in was pitch black and it took a moment or two of fumbling in the darkness until my hand found the light switches.
First of all I switched them all on and then turned off the ones we didn’t need.
Then with the lights set at an acceptable level I took her by the hand and led her towards the green baize table.
Once there I dispensed with my coat and dropped it on the floor and Shula followed suit before I pulled her towards me and resumed the kiss.
She immediately responded pressing her mouth hard against mine and darting her tongue into my mouth.
Her arms immediately wrapped around me holding me so tight.
I put my hand on her hip and pulled her pelvis towards my now throbbing cock.
Then it moved inside her sweater and my other hand joined it and began tugging her t-shirt out from her waistband then when they were touching her flesh they moved up her back and unhooked her bra.
Then both hands followed the path between her skin and her bra until they were cupping her breasts.
She sighed and snorted air in deeply through her nose as I toyed with her stiffening nipples between thumb and forefinger.
I disengaged my mouth from hers and I quickly pulled her sweater and both T-shirts off over her head. Her bra was left dangling rather ineffectually and she disposed of it as I watched her tits jiggle she noticed me staring and feeling unnecessarily self conscious she immediately tried to reattach her lips to mine but I broke away again as I had other plans for my mouth.
I resumed my fondling of her breasts playing with her swollen peaks as I started to kiss and nibble down her neck going on a journey down to her shoulder and chest until I found myself kneeling in from of her and her beautiful firm round tits which I took turns on kissing, licking and sucking. Shula was trembling, her left hand was on my shoulder, gripping hard and her right was fingering my hair as I sucked her teat.
My hands were now on her arse kneading her pert cheeks and as they slid slowly yet purposely around her waist I sucked hard on her nipple making her wince and she withdrew her misshapen and swollen teat from my mouth and I thought I had hurt her but instead she thrust her other teat between my lips for similar treatment and I duly obliged.
My hands meanwhile had reached their objective and I unbuttoned her jeans and tugged the zip sharply down.
They then slipped between the denim until they could touch the fabric of her panties before they eased the jeans off her buttocks and down her thighs.
My hands spread out across her firm buttocks squeezing and kneading them until my fingers reached the waistband of her knickers and grasping the elastic firmly I tugged them off her round cheeks and down her trembling thighs releasing them at her knees where her jeans now resided.
My hands were quickly occupied with her naked arse and I stopped sucking her tits and instead began kissing her quivering belly.
Simultaneously I started edging her backward against the table.
Shula adjusted her feet as she shuffled back, at the same time kicking off her shoes and when her arse was touching the billiard table she managed to extricate one foot from her pants and jeans.
I then freed the other leg and began kissing her thighs and very soon I was rubbing my face in her ample black public curls.
I manoeuvred her so she could slide her buttocks onto the table to support her weight while I knelt before her I looked up and saw Shula was biting her lip and then she opened up wide for me to drink deeply of her sensuous juices as I noshed her until I could wait no more.
I raised my head from my task, my face wet with her juice and I looked up and saw her gripping the edge of the table with one hand and playing with her nipple with the other.
I got to my feet and kissed her, her pungent fragrance was all around my mouth and when I stopped kissing her it was all around hers as well and as my hand slipped up her thigh she licked her lips.
Her legs were spread wide and her lips were open and her juicy quim was at the perfect height to receive me,
I fingered her hot pussy with two fingers of one hand making her moan while I released my cock from its confines with the other.
Then as I penetrated her I said
"Happy Christmas honey"
she didn’t reply other than to moan appreciatively.
“And a Happy New Year”
I said as I gave her another, with that her legs locked around me and crossed at the ankles and she pulled me all the way in.
“Ohhhhh” she said as she received me
The same with the next stroke and the next
I gave her three more full lengths and she came
Then she panted a few times through gritted teeth
Then another and another
Shula was really making my balls wet
Then she came three times in quick succession making the same delicious sound.
“Oh”
“Oh”
“Oh”
“Ohhhhh”
I hadn’t finished so I just kept pumping her pussy and making her moan.
I knew I couldn’t hold off much longer, I was if not on the brink then I was very close.
Shula’s next orgasm would be the finale
I had a great rhythm going her legs she was gripping me hard and I was playing with her tits as I banged her and banged her
“Orrrrw” she uttered with every hard stroke
“Orrrrw”
Then as the strokes shortened it changed to
“Oh”
“Oh”
Until we reached that perfect point of climax when we both came together
“OORRRRR” she screamed at the top of her lungs
When I finally lost my load into her tight cunny it was like a dam bursting from my pulsating twitching member.
A few minutes later I pulled out of her and she let out a sigh of satisfaction.
Then I bent down and kissed her quivering belly then lay my face against it.
She sighed again and I felt her muscles contract and I stood up just in time to see a little dribble of my cum escape from her hole.
Shula lay there panting for about ten minutes
I held out my hand and pulled her upright and I took her in my arms.
Then I picked her up and lifted her off the baize.
I smiled to my self when I noticed the rather nasty wet stain on the billiard table Where the pink had come to rest on the black spot, there was also a bit of a snail trail on the polished surface of the wood surround.
We went and sat down on one of the large leather sofas and had a bit of a cuddle in the after glow.
I reflected smugly that it was probably the best I had ever played in a billiard room.
I then had a more sobering thought that it was also my quickest ever New Years Resolution failure.
After about ten minutes I patted her bum and said
“I’d better get you home, Anjuli will wonder where you are”
She looked up at me and gave me a toothy smile as she slid onto the floor between my legs.
“I will tell her I got lost in the fog,” she said with a chuckle as she undid my trousers.
I offered no resistance as she undressed me, and when my trousers and pants had been cast aside I felt the moist spreading warmth along my shaft until her mouth completely engulfed my cock.
I looked down to see Shula kneeling between my knees with my cock deep in her mouth.
"Oh Shushula” I said to her as she went about her task with relish.
I had one hand caressing her shoulder and the other on the back of her head as I was nearing the threshold.
"That’s enough now Shushu” I said and she gave me one more full length suck before looking up at me with a broad toothy smile then she climbed onto my lap and guided my cock between her lips and into her syrupy pussy.
Shula rode me like a whirling dervish until she collapsed on me in an orgasmic heap where for ten minutes she lay draped across me sighing with contentment.
After we were dressed we had a quick scout around to make sure we hadn’t forgotten anything and when we were satisfied that the only evidence of out presence was a damp patch on the billiard table and some snail trails on the leather sofa I turned out the lights and we left the way we had come in,
I reset the alarm and after we emerged into the foggy late afternoon and we returned to the car with slightly less urgency than we left it.
I dropped Shula just far enough away to be out of sight of the shop but close enough so I could see her all the way safely to the door then I returned home and after quickly washing away any trace of Shula’s pussy from my face I went in to check on Georgie.
As I opened the door I could see her stirring
“Hi Georgie” I said “How are you feeling”?
“I feel awful” she replied
I felt her forehead again and it was still very hot.
“Time for more medicine” I instructed as I went to the medicine cabinet and dosed her up again.
“Are you hungry”? I asked
“A bit” she croaked
“How about some soup?”
“Oh yes” she replied “cock-a-leekie”
I went down stairs and open a tin of Chicken and leek soup and warmed the contents in the microwave.
I took her lunch up on a tray and while she ate it I ran her a bath.
When she finished all of the soup I helped her into the bathroom.
The bed sheets were quite damp from her sweats so I changed the linen while she bathed.
I helped her out of the bath and dried her thoroughly and helped her into her nightdress, which I took from the bag I picked up from Laura.
Just as I was getting her back into bed Georgia crossed the room and rummaged in the bag and fished out her cuddly dog.
“I need this” she said and blushed.
She got under the crisp clean bedclothes and snuggled down with her dog and I kissed her forehead.
“I love you Simon,” she said
“I love you too” I replied
“You are so good to me” Georgia continued, “I am so lucky”
As I sat downstairs I felt so guilty, I had spent the afternoon shagging Shula while Georgie was on her sick bed and she said, “I am so lucky”
I could believe what a bastard I was.
I couldn’t even keep my New Years Resolution for one full day how did I expect to live up to her expectations for a lifetime.
“I’m so pathetic” I said to myself as I put the hotpot in the oven.
Dinner had now become supper for one.
Perhaps not the start to the year I had planned it was supposed to be the start of “New Year New Me” but it was a bloody marvellous end to the old year.
Now technically I hadn’t been unfaithful to Georgia in the New Year as my cock was already in Pandora’s mouth well before Big Ben struck 12.
But in the event that that wouldn’t stand up to scrutiny I decided that New Years day wouldn’t start until after I had been to bed.
After kissing an exhausted Pandora goodnight and dropping her outside her house I drove to the Club to pick Georgia up from work who was also exhausted but for totally different reasons.
She went straight to bed when we got home.
I decided to tidy up in the lounge before I joined her and it’s a good job that I did as the back of the sofa sticky from Pandora’s secretions, there were more wine glasses in circulation than was to be reasonable expected for someone who spent the evening alone and Pandora’s black silk knickers were still on the floor.
I washed up the wine glasses, I took a damp cloth to Pandora’s sticky bits and I locked her panties in my desk drawer before I joined Georgia in bed.
I woke up annoyingly early next morning, well later the same morning really.
I couldn’t sleep, guilty conscience I suppose, not because I was unfaithful, again, but because I enjoyed it so much.
I sat in the kitchen drinking coffee and thinking about my New Year’s resolution to stop sleeping with other women and the all but inevitable likelihood of my failure to keep it.
I concluded that it was obvious I was incapable of keeping my dick in my pants and the inevitability of Georgia losing patience with me.
And at my abject failure to comply with her ultimatum the prospect of her ultimately dumping me was overwhelming so I began to think the best coarse of action would be for me to break up with her.
Saving both of us pain in the long run
The problem was I was very much in love with her and the sex was outstandingly good.
So why wasn’t that enough for me?
We were due to eat New Years Day lunch at the Gregory’s so at nine o’clock I stopped my ruminations and made Georgia a cup of tea.
Tea mug in hand I was on my way upstairs to wake her when the phone rang.
I stopped and did a u-turn and picked up the phone.
“Hello”
“Simon?” the voice said “its Geoff”
“Hi Geoff, happy New Year” I said
“Yes Happy New Year” he responded vaguely
“Is everything ok?” I asked
“No” he replied, “it’s the twins”
“They’ve been throwing up all night so we thought it best to cancel lunch as a precaution” he continued “I’m sorry to let you down”
“Nonsense” I said, “these things happen”
“I suspect it’s been brought on by two much chocolate but just in case it is a bug” Geoff elaborated “Perhaps it would be better if Georgia stayed with you tonight”
“Of course” I said “No problem”
After I had put down the phone I decided not to continue my journey up the stairs to wake Georgia. As we were now not going out I decided to let her sleep in.
I spent an hour pottering about the kitchen, firstly trying to decide what to cook for lunch, as we were not dining out.
And then after having looked out the window at the thick freezing fog I settled on a warming hot pot so I started to prepare it.
Once lunch was ready to go in the oven I had a quick peak in on Georgia who was still sleeping soundly and then proceeded to my study to do some work.
There was more to me than philandering, I was after all a writer, even if only of erotic novels; bodice rippers and slutty romances and I had targets to meet.
The flexibility of being a writer suited me very well indeed.
In fact it suited in many ways, but the main benefit was that I was able to work at home, so had no tedious commute every day and my working day was flexible to the point that some days I didn’t write at all.
This afforded me the opportunity of playing a round of Golf during the working week when most people had their noses to the grindstone.
It also afforded me access to women during the working week when most people had their noses to the grindstone.
The downside to that was it wasn’t helping with my promiscuous behaviour.
The down side to it in general was that to facilitate my lifestyle I sometimes had to work on weekends and holidays, New Years
Day was no exception.
At twelve o’clock I looked in on Georgia again and she was beginning to stir so I made her a fresh cup of tea.
I opened the bedroom door and she opened her eyes as I walked in.
“Hi honey,” I said brightly
“I don’t feel well Simon” she replied
“What’s wrong?” I asked with concern
“I think I have the flu,” Georgia croaked
I tested her forehead with the back of my hand and she was burning.
I went into the bathroom and got some max strength cold capsules.
“Take these,” I said as I gave her two with a glass of water.
Georgia did as instructed
“Now go back to sleep babe” I said
“What about lunch?” she queried
“Its been cancelled” I told her
She looked puzzled.
“The twins are hurling,” I said
“Oh” she responded and closed her eyes.
As I was going out the door she said weekly
“Will you go to mums and pick up some things for me?”
“Ok babe” I replied
“Mum will no what I need” she continued
“Ok I’ll go out later and pick up what you need” I answered and left the room.
The hot pot lunch had suddenly become dinner.
I went straight downstairs and phoned Laura.
I explained that Georgia had the flu, hardly surprising with her propensity to be sans pants in the dead of winter, and repeated what she’d said
“Mum will no what I need”
Laura said she understood and she would put a bag together and I could pick it up in an hour.
In the mean time I returned to my study and penned a few more paragraphs of salacious smuttiness while I waited for the hour to pass.
I wanted to go sooner rather than later so I could get back home and draw the curtains against the weather.
Finally the hour passed and I was ready to leave.
I decided to drive as it was such a horrible day and it was the last day I could use the car as it was being picked up the next morning by the hire company.
So I drove down to the Gregory’s and pulled on the drive.
Just as I got out of the car the front door opened and Laura appeared holding a bag.
“Hi Simon” she said, “How is Georgia”?
“I’ve dosed her up and she sleeping soundly” I replied “What about the twins”?
“Still not good” she said shaking her head “I think it is a bug”
“Oh dear” I said sympathetically “I’ll keep Georgie with me for a couple of days then”
“Thanks Simon, kiss her for me”
I shivered as I got back in the car
“This freezing fog gets right into your bones” I thought
I gave Laura a final wave and drove off the drive.
Just after I passed the station and the shops I spotted Shula walking along the road.
I sounded the horn and stopped along side her before lowering the window.
“Do you want a lift Gorgeous?”
“Yes please” she said smiling broadly and quickly got in the car.
“Where are you going”? I asked “on such a horrible day”
“Nowhere” she replied, “I Just needed to get out for a while”
“Omid”? I asked
“Yes he’s still very ill” Shula replied “and he’s not getting better, if anything he’s getting worse”
“Well I’ll keep you company until you need to get back” I offered
“Lovely” she said beaming her toothy smile
“Where would you like to go”? I asked her
“Anywhere will be nice” she replied amiably
It wasn’t really appropriate weather for a country drive and that wasn’t really what she wanted to do anyway so I quickly thought where I could take her that would be quiet and the golf club sprang to mind.
The land on which the Golf club stood is owned by the church and in the terms of the lease dating back to when the club was founded in the 19th century.
It was stipulated that the Club had to close on Easter Sunday, Christmas Day and New Years Day and so it still did to this very day, much to the annoyance of the commercial manager Agnes Snipe.
So knowing the Club would be shut I drove Shula to the golf club and parked in a quiet corner out of view of the entrance and due to the fog out of sight of everyone.
Once we had come to a halt we undid our seat belts and proceeded to kiss and Shula’s pent up frustrations were made manifest in the urgently of her kissing.
after a long five minute snog I came up for air and I asked
“Do you want your Christmas present now?”
“Not here” she said alarmed “Not in the day time someone will see”
It was unlikely that anyone would see given how foggy the day was.
We kissed again while I thought of the next move; she was definitely up for it as she said “not here” and not “no”.
Well we couldn’t go to Mahajak’s with Anjuli in the shop and Omid upstairs in the marital bed, I couldn’t take her back to mine with Georgia asleep in my bed.
Shula didn’t want to do it in the car, but she really wanted to do it.
Eureka! I had an idea, the clubhouse.
I disengaged my mouth from Shula’s so quickly that she was momentarily left with her mouth open and her tongue out.
“Come with me” I said and kissed her forehead.
“Where are we going”? She asked suspiciously
“We’re going to play some billiards” I replied as I got out the car.
I had quite a substantial erection by this time and it was difficult to stand up straight.
As Shula got out of the car I took the opportunity to unzip and reposition my one eyed buddy.
Then I grabbed Shula’s hand and ran towards the clubhouse dragging a confused Shula behind me.
“Where are we going”? She asked again a little more anxiously this time
“Somewhere private” I replied enigmatically
“What does that mean”? Shula replied
“Somewhere safe, now stop asking silly questions and run” I said within twenty yards of the building.
Finally we were stood by the staff entrance.
“Just wait here a moment” I said as I went off to scout around, the car park was empty and there were no lights on in the building.
So satisfied that the building was vacant I returned to a worried looking Shula and kissed her trembling lips.
“All clear” I announced and keyed in Georgia’s staff code on the door panel.
The door opened with a buzz and I pushed it open and slipped in, then I reached a hand back and dragged a reluctant Shula in with me.
Once inside I closed the door and attended to the alarm, which was bleeping.
Although I had watched Georgia do this numerous times I had no idea if it was going to work but it occurred to me that any organisation who were lax enough to use 0 0 0 0 as there alarm code in the first place was unlikely to have changed it in the few months since I last saw Georgia use it.
But you never knew, I took a deep breath and I keyed in 0, 0, 0, 0, but it kept bleeping for what seemed like an eternity although in reality it was just a brief moment, before the tone changed and it stopped.
“There” I said expecting Shula to be impressed.
“Where are we going”? She asked a little impatiently
“As I said before, somewhere private,” I said
She was about to say something else but I interrupted her
“So I can give you your Christmas present”
“Ok” She said and smiled coyly
I took her hand and led her down a couple of gloomy corridors until we reached a door marked “Private Billiard Room”
“You see, somewhere private,” I said smugly
The rest of the signage read
“Presidents club Members only”
It always grated on me that within an elitist golf club that was not easy to join in the first place had an even more elitist group within it and the Presidents Club inner sanctum was its Exclusive Billiard room.
I always wanted to play in there but I knew I would never get the opportunity.
So I thought it would be a little victory to have my way with Shula on their upholstery.
But the main reason for picking that room was the lack of windows, which meant we could have lights on without alerting the outside world of our presence.
The cleaning crew weren’t due in until the early hours of the morning and with Georgia ill in bed I had plenty of time to pot Shula’s pink a couple of times.
When we entered the room in was pitch black and it took a moment or two of fumbling in the darkness until my hand found the light switches.
First of all I switched them all on and then turned off the ones we didn’t need.
Then with the lights set at an acceptable level I took her by the hand and led her towards the green baize table.
Once there I dispensed with my coat and dropped it on the floor and Shula followed suit before I pulled her towards me and resumed the kiss.
She immediately responded pressing her mouth hard against mine and darting her tongue into my mouth.
Her arms immediately wrapped around me holding me so tight.
I put my hand on her hip and pulled her pelvis towards my now throbbing cock.
Then it moved inside her sweater and my other hand joined it and began tugging her t-shirt out from her waistband then when they were touching her flesh they moved up her back and unhooked her bra.
Then both hands followed the path between her skin and her bra until they were cupping her breasts.
She sighed and snorted air in deeply through her nose as I toyed with her stiffening nipples between thumb and forefinger.
I disengaged my mouth from hers and I quickly pulled her sweater and both T-shirts off over her head. Her bra was left dangling rather ineffectually and she disposed of it as I watched her tits jiggle she noticed me staring and feeling unnecessarily self conscious she immediately tried to reattach her lips to mine but I broke away again as I had other plans for my mouth.
I resumed my fondling of her breasts playing with her swollen peaks as I started to kiss and nibble down her neck going on a journey down to her shoulder and chest until I found myself kneeling in from of her and her beautiful firm round tits which I took turns on kissing, licking and sucking. Shula was trembling, her left hand was on my shoulder, gripping hard and her right was fingering my hair as I sucked her teat.
My hands were now on her arse kneading her pert cheeks and as they slid slowly yet purposely around her waist I sucked hard on her nipple making her wince and she withdrew her misshapen and swollen teat from my mouth and I thought I had hurt her but instead she thrust her other teat between my lips for similar treatment and I duly obliged.
My hands meanwhile had reached their objective and I unbuttoned her jeans and tugged the zip sharply down.
They then slipped between the denim until they could touch the fabric of her panties before they eased the jeans off her buttocks and down her thighs.
My hands spread out across her firm buttocks squeezing and kneading them until my fingers reached the waistband of her knickers and grasping the elastic firmly I tugged them off her round cheeks and down her trembling thighs releasing them at her knees where her jeans now resided.
My hands were quickly occupied with her naked arse and I stopped sucking her tits and instead began kissing her quivering belly.
Simultaneously I started edging her backward against the table.
Shula adjusted her feet as she shuffled back, at the same time kicking off her shoes and when her arse was touching the billiard table she managed to extricate one foot from her pants and jeans.
I then freed the other leg and began kissing her thighs and very soon I was rubbing my face in her ample black public curls.
I manoeuvred her so she could slide her buttocks onto the table to support her weight while I knelt before her I looked up and saw Shula was biting her lip and then she opened up wide for me to drink deeply of her sensuous juices as I noshed her until I could wait no more.
I raised my head from my task, my face wet with her juice and I looked up and saw her gripping the edge of the table with one hand and playing with her nipple with the other.
I got to my feet and kissed her, her pungent fragrance was all around my mouth and when I stopped kissing her it was all around hers as well and as my hand slipped up her thigh she licked her lips.
Her legs were spread wide and her lips were open and her juicy quim was at the perfect height to receive me,
I fingered her hot pussy with two fingers of one hand making her moan while I released my cock from its confines with the other.
Then as I penetrated her I said
"Happy Christmas honey"
she didn’t reply other than to moan appreciatively.
“And a Happy New Year”
I said as I gave her another, with that her legs locked around me and crossed at the ankles and she pulled me all the way in.
“Ohhhhh” she said as she received me
The same with the next stroke and the next
I gave her three more full lengths and she came
Then she panted a few times through gritted teeth
Then another and another
Shula was really making my balls wet
Then she came three times in quick succession making the same delicious sound.
“Oh”
“Oh”
“Oh”
“Ohhhhh”
I hadn’t finished so I just kept pumping her pussy and making her moan.
I knew I couldn’t hold off much longer, I was if not on the brink then I was very close.
Shula’s next orgasm would be the finale
I had a great rhythm going her legs she was gripping me hard and I was playing with her tits as I banged her and banged her
“Orrrrw” she uttered with every hard stroke
“Orrrrw”
Then as the strokes shortened it changed to
“Oh”
“Oh”
Until we reached that perfect point of climax when we both came together
“OORRRRR” she screamed at the top of her lungs
When I finally lost my load into her tight cunny it was like a dam bursting from my pulsating twitching member.
A few minutes later I pulled out of her and she let out a sigh of satisfaction.
Then I bent down and kissed her quivering belly then lay my face against it.
She sighed again and I felt her muscles contract and I stood up just in time to see a little dribble of my cum escape from her hole.
Shula lay there panting for about ten minutes
I held out my hand and pulled her upright and I took her in my arms.
Then I picked her up and lifted her off the baize.
I smiled to my self when I noticed the rather nasty wet stain on the billiard table Where the pink had come to rest on the black spot, there was also a bit of a snail trail on the polished surface of the wood surround.
We went and sat down on one of the large leather sofas and had a bit of a cuddle in the after glow.
I reflected smugly that it was probably the best I had ever played in a billiard room.
I then had a more sobering thought that it was also my quickest ever New Years Resolution failure.
After about ten minutes I patted her bum and said
“I’d better get you home, Anjuli will wonder where you are”
She looked up at me and gave me a toothy smile as she slid onto the floor between my legs.
“I will tell her I got lost in the fog,” she said with a chuckle as she undid my trousers.
I offered no resistance as she undressed me, and when my trousers and pants had been cast aside I felt the moist spreading warmth along my shaft until her mouth completely engulfed my cock.
I looked down to see Shula kneeling between my knees with my cock deep in her mouth.
"Oh Shushula” I said to her as she went about her task with relish.
I had one hand caressing her shoulder and the other on the back of her head as I was nearing the threshold.
"That’s enough now Shushu” I said and she gave me one more full length suck before looking up at me with a broad toothy smile then she climbed onto my lap and guided my cock between her lips and into her syrupy pussy.
Shula rode me like a whirling dervish until she collapsed on me in an orgasmic heap where for ten minutes she lay draped across me sighing with contentment.
After we were dressed we had a quick scout around to make sure we hadn’t forgotten anything and when we were satisfied that the only evidence of out presence was a damp patch on the billiard table and some snail trails on the leather sofa I turned out the lights and we left the way we had come in,
I reset the alarm and after we emerged into the foggy late afternoon and we returned to the car with slightly less urgency than we left it.
I dropped Shula just far enough away to be out of sight of the shop but close enough so I could see her all the way safely to the door then I returned home and after quickly washing away any trace of Shula’s pussy from my face I went in to check on Georgie.
As I opened the door I could see her stirring
“Hi Georgie” I said “How are you feeling”?
“I feel awful” she replied
I felt her forehead again and it was still very hot.
“Time for more medicine” I instructed as I went to the medicine cabinet and dosed her up again.
“Are you hungry”? I asked
“A bit” she croaked
“How about some soup?”
“Oh yes” she replied “cock-a-leekie”
I went down stairs and open a tin of Chicken and leek soup and warmed the contents in the microwave.
I took her lunch up on a tray and while she ate it I ran her a bath.
When she finished all of the soup I helped her into the bathroom.
The bed sheets were quite damp from her sweats so I changed the linen while she bathed.
I helped her out of the bath and dried her thoroughly and helped her into her nightdress, which I took from the bag I picked up from Laura.
Just as I was getting her back into bed Georgia crossed the room and rummaged in the bag and fished out her cuddly dog.
“I need this” she said and blushed.
She got under the crisp clean bedclothes and snuggled down with her dog and I kissed her forehead.
“I love you Simon,” she said
“I love you too” I replied
“You are so good to me” Georgia continued, “I am so lucky”
As I sat downstairs I felt so guilty, I had spent the afternoon shagging Shula while Georgie was on her sick bed and she said, “I am so lucky”
I could believe what a bastard I was.
I couldn’t even keep my New Years Resolution for one full day how did I expect to live up to her expectations for a lifetime.
“I’m so pathetic” I said to myself as I put the hotpot in the oven.
Dinner had now become supper for one.
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 47) New Years Eve
After fucking Andrea awake in the half-light of morning we spent the rest of the day in each other’s company.
It was fairly mundane if I’m honest she did her washing and ironing while I pottered around in my study.
Being a writer of erotic novels; bodice rippers and slutty romances, well being a writer of any kind was the same, meant I could pick it up and put it down whenever I wanted so to speak and suited the day very well indeed.
However the mundanity of the day was more than compensated for by the nerve tingling sexual interludes, which were numerous, and as far from the mundane as it was possible to get.
She wanted to make the most of the time we had together as well as packing for the journey.
Her time with me was up all too soon and Andrea left my house on the morning of the 30th of December and she travelled to China the next day and although I never saw her again she left an indelible impression on me.
I spent the rest of the day in reflective mood and felt a little saddened by Andrea’s departure.
However Georgia’s return from Lincoln on Sunday afternoon shook me violently from my torpor.
Baring in mind the village was shrouded in freezing fog she rightly arrived at my house wearing the usual winter apparel, namely boots, woollen socks, long winter coat, hat, scarf and gloves.
So far so good, however when she removed the afore mentioned winter garb she was completely naked save for the black thigh length socks.
She then proceeded to shag my brains out for the remainder of the day.
“You missed me then”? I asked after her first assault.
The next day was New Years Eve and I spent a very pleasant day with Georgia and we didn’t do a thing all day except slob around and watch old movies, it was great.
And when I say we didn’t do anything, I meant that as well.
Georgia had a visitor, which is probably why she was so horny the day before.
I wasn’t big on New Years Eve, it was not a time that held any deep significance for me and I was normally feeling a bit jaded by the time it arrived and this year was certainly no exception
I would have preferred to have spent the evening in the same vane as the rest of the day, a cosy intimate evening with Georgia would have been nice but she was working at the club.
She always worked when there was a big do on.
Georgia wasn’t really a New Years Eve person either but working at the club that night was a good earner.
With her wages for the night and her share of the tips she could easily earn Januarys rent money.
We had a meal together and then I walked Georgia home about six thirty.
This gave her more than enough time to get ready.
I offered to give her a lift to the club later but her dad had already offered but she did want me to pick her up later though.
So I settled down to a quite evening on my own.
I had my laptop to hand and I worked for about an hour just briefly committing a few ideas to paper so to speak.
Brief outlines for future stories about recent encounters.
The rest of the time I watched TV and picked at any and all of the nibbles within reach.
I couldn’t have a drink because I was driving to the club to pick Georgia up in the early hours.
By ten o’clock I was feeling a bit restless and decided to take a shower.
It was about an hour later as I was coming down the stairs when the doorbell rang.
I had no idea who it might be I certainly wasn’t expecting anyone.
When I opened the door I was surprised to see Pandora standing on the doorstep in full evening wear.
Over her shoulder I could see a taxi pulling away.
“Hello” I said with genuine surprise
“Hello Darling” Pandora said, “Can I come in? Its bloody freezing”
“Of course” I said fussily “come in, come in”
Once inside she slipped off her stole and walked through to the lounge
She looked absolutely gorgeous in a full-length black evening dress.
As usual she was perfectly accessorized with long elbow length gloves clutch purse etcetera, I imagined her to be fully accessorized under the dress as well.
“You’re a bit overdressed even for chez Fisher,” I observed mentally undressing her and trying to imagine exactly what underwear she was wearing.
“I know” Pandora said as she sat down “I was going to the New Year Ball but…”
“But?” I asked
“I couldn’t face everyone quizzing me about Graham”
“About what?” I quizzed
“I’m divorcing him” she replied, “I don’t want him back, I’m moving on”
“I’m sorry,” I said inadequately
“I’m not” Pandora said surprisingly “though its your fault in a way”
“Then I should be sorry,” I admitted
“No, You opened my eyes and showed me that I’m still an attractive woman, still a sexy woman, Graham didn’t appreciate that, and I need to be with someone who see’s me the way that you do”
I raised my eyebrows-
“Oh don’t worry I’m not looking to shack up with you, having you on tap would kill me”
She said and laughed
“A session with you is like Zumba and Pilates combined. You’d shag me into an early grave”
She continued and laughed again
When she finally stopped and dabbed at the tears from her eyes she said
“So I couldn’t face the ball”
“Well you’re welcome to wine and dine here,” I said
“Well thank you kind sir” Pandy said “Lead me to the wine”
I walked to the kitchen opened the fridge and took out an open bottle of wine.
I took two large wine glasses from the cupboard and filled one with wine and the other with lemonade.
When I returned to the lounge Pandora stood up and walked towards me.
I expected her to take the wine glass from my hand but instead she walked between my outstretched hands and kissed me.
As we were in the middle of the room so I couldn’t put the drinks down or prevent her unzipping my fly and pulling my cock out through the opening.
Not that I wanted to stop her.
I was quite happy to be stood in the middle of the room being passionately kissed while she gently wanked me with her gloved hand.
As soon as she had stroked my cock up to a satisfactory state of arousal she stopped kissing me, took the wine glass from my hand and nonchalantly took a leisurely drink while still massaging my manhood.
She smiled at me mischievously before releasing my swollen member and walked over to the sofa where she stood with her back to me.
Knowing full well I would follow and as I did I put down my own drink so I would have both hands free to grapple with her.
As I stepped up behind her she giggled and while I unzipped the back of her dress she drained her glass.
Once I had her dress opened to her waist I slipped my hands inside, she let out a long steady exhale of breath as my hands reached theirs targets and greedily groped her beautiful breasts and played with her stiffening nipples.
Pandora wasn’t giggling anymore and she dropped the empty wine glass onto the sofa.
She slipped her arms through the dresses sleeves and let it fall from her.
It settled about her waist but with a delicious wiggle of her hips it fell in an untidy heap around her ankles.
She stepped out of the remnants of her attire and kicked the black bundle aside with one stilettoe’d foot leaving her dressed in evening gloves, stockings, suspenders and black silk knickers.
I kissed her neck while my hands were still busily engaged with her tits.
Then to my great surprised she said
"Do me like you did the first time" and she stood on tiptoe leaning over the sofa in the same way she leant over the fallen tree trunk in the wood beside the 17th green.
The result of which was a perfect view of her black silk clad arse.
Pandora wriggled her way along the sofa back, which produced a delightful quiver of her buttocks.
I stood looking on at the magnificent view of her black clad buttocks jiggling before my lascivious eyes as I completely undressed
Pandy wriggled forward slightly until her toes were off the floor
And a little of her bare arse was visible then to my absolute delight in an effort to prevent her overbalancing her left leg shot out side ways and the resulting rearrangement of her buttocks caused her left cheek to become completely exposed as the knicker leg rolled between her cheeks.
“Gorgeous” I thought.
Pandora wriggled again on the simulated log and wispy strands of curly hair appeared visible against her black panties.
And I remembered how on that summer day the same sight confirmed my Holy Trinity, a wild and untamed beaver, a natural blonde and the collar and cuffs matched.
I moved in closer and stared at her crotch.
Then one final wriggle and there it was.
I was staring libidinously at her moist Minge, though not my first glimpse of Pandora’s Box it was deliciously inviting.
I prepared my approach so I could slip my two fingers straight between her lips into her creamy crevice
“There” I said as my fingers entered her damp crack
“oh Simon” she purred “Mmmm”
the first time I fingered her gash in the woods she was only slightly moist but she lathered up very quickly to my ministrations tonight though she was already dripping.
I stopped fingering her and removed my wet fingers from her creamy crack a few millimetres and she instantly wriggled backwards until her pussy touched my digits and began rubbing her pussy against my static fingers.
Pandora was moaning rhythmically to my touch the tone of her moans was as syrupy as her pussy.
Then I brought her to climax and it was time to fuck her.
As I continued to stroke her quim with one hands I pulled back my foreskin to expose my purple helmet.
Then I pushed my thumb inside the leg of her panties and pulled the silk aside to fully exposed her hairy cunny, she moaned as I then rubbed my knob along her wet slit and her juice glistened colourfully in the twinkling light from the Christmas tree I repeated this again and again and each time her moan grew louder then she could wait no longer and she wriggled back towards me like a slippery fish and slid down my shaft letting out the loudest moan of pleasure as I entered, her velvet juices immersed my member like warm honey and she moaned audibly with pleasure.
She gripped on to the sofa as I pounded her pussy from behind.
I reached up and greedily groped and squeezed her tits again.
Her moans gave way to yelps and squeals growing ever more intense as my rhythm increased until she screamed and her body shuddered and tensed moments before I shot into her, my cock was still twitching inside her hot pussy as she relaxed and let out a long languorous sigh.
After a moment or two, I kissed her on the neck as I slowly withdrew my cock from her comfortable cunt and she sighed again.
“Now that’s what I call a News Years Eve Ball,” she exclaimed.
I patted her arse and went to the kitchen to get us another drink to toast the New Year, it was almost midnight.
When I returned I sat on the sofa across the room and looked over at Pandora still clinging onto the Sofa.
Pandy was still periodically sighing as she lay in exactly the same position I left her in after I pulled out of her and with each sigh her left leg twitched.
I smiled wryly at the exhausted Pandora and the Christmas lights dancing amidst the bejewelled patch around her Minge as I picked up the TV remote and switched on.
After a few minutes and several more satisfied sighs Pandora
slid herself off the sofa and on unsteady legs tottered her way towards me and she giggled.
I offered her glass and she took a drink and with a distinct leer dribbled wine onto my wilting cock.
Pandora giggled as she sank to her knees and began licking the wine from my now stirring beast.
“New Year New Me”. I was thinking as she began sucking on me
If this is to be my last indiscretion before my rebirth into monogamy then lets make it a doozy
Pandora finished licking every last drop of wine from my genitalia and had sucked me up until I was ready for action and stood up in front of me.
“Knickers” I said
“What?” she responded.
“Knickers off this time hon” I told her
“Oh” she said giggling and blushing as she slipped the black silk knickers off before climbing onto my waiting cock to the accompaniment of Big Ben chiming.
And Pandora rode me from one year to the next.
It was fairly mundane if I’m honest she did her washing and ironing while I pottered around in my study.
Being a writer of erotic novels; bodice rippers and slutty romances, well being a writer of any kind was the same, meant I could pick it up and put it down whenever I wanted so to speak and suited the day very well indeed.
However the mundanity of the day was more than compensated for by the nerve tingling sexual interludes, which were numerous, and as far from the mundane as it was possible to get.
She wanted to make the most of the time we had together as well as packing for the journey.
Her time with me was up all too soon and Andrea left my house on the morning of the 30th of December and she travelled to China the next day and although I never saw her again she left an indelible impression on me.
I spent the rest of the day in reflective mood and felt a little saddened by Andrea’s departure.
However Georgia’s return from Lincoln on Sunday afternoon shook me violently from my torpor.
Baring in mind the village was shrouded in freezing fog she rightly arrived at my house wearing the usual winter apparel, namely boots, woollen socks, long winter coat, hat, scarf and gloves.
So far so good, however when she removed the afore mentioned winter garb she was completely naked save for the black thigh length socks.
She then proceeded to shag my brains out for the remainder of the day.
“You missed me then”? I asked after her first assault.
The next day was New Years Eve and I spent a very pleasant day with Georgia and we didn’t do a thing all day except slob around and watch old movies, it was great.
And when I say we didn’t do anything, I meant that as well.
Georgia had a visitor, which is probably why she was so horny the day before.
I wasn’t big on New Years Eve, it was not a time that held any deep significance for me and I was normally feeling a bit jaded by the time it arrived and this year was certainly no exception
I would have preferred to have spent the evening in the same vane as the rest of the day, a cosy intimate evening with Georgia would have been nice but she was working at the club.
She always worked when there was a big do on.
Georgia wasn’t really a New Years Eve person either but working at the club that night was a good earner.
With her wages for the night and her share of the tips she could easily earn Januarys rent money.
We had a meal together and then I walked Georgia home about six thirty.
This gave her more than enough time to get ready.
I offered to give her a lift to the club later but her dad had already offered but she did want me to pick her up later though.
So I settled down to a quite evening on my own.
I had my laptop to hand and I worked for about an hour just briefly committing a few ideas to paper so to speak.
Brief outlines for future stories about recent encounters.
The rest of the time I watched TV and picked at any and all of the nibbles within reach.
I couldn’t have a drink because I was driving to the club to pick Georgia up in the early hours.
By ten o’clock I was feeling a bit restless and decided to take a shower.
It was about an hour later as I was coming down the stairs when the doorbell rang.
I had no idea who it might be I certainly wasn’t expecting anyone.
When I opened the door I was surprised to see Pandora standing on the doorstep in full evening wear.
Over her shoulder I could see a taxi pulling away.
“Hello” I said with genuine surprise
“Hello Darling” Pandora said, “Can I come in? Its bloody freezing”
“Of course” I said fussily “come in, come in”
Once inside she slipped off her stole and walked through to the lounge
She looked absolutely gorgeous in a full-length black evening dress.
As usual she was perfectly accessorized with long elbow length gloves clutch purse etcetera, I imagined her to be fully accessorized under the dress as well.
“You’re a bit overdressed even for chez Fisher,” I observed mentally undressing her and trying to imagine exactly what underwear she was wearing.
“I know” Pandora said as she sat down “I was going to the New Year Ball but…”
“But?” I asked
“I couldn’t face everyone quizzing me about Graham”
“About what?” I quizzed
“I’m divorcing him” she replied, “I don’t want him back, I’m moving on”
“I’m sorry,” I said inadequately
“I’m not” Pandora said surprisingly “though its your fault in a way”
“Then I should be sorry,” I admitted
“No, You opened my eyes and showed me that I’m still an attractive woman, still a sexy woman, Graham didn’t appreciate that, and I need to be with someone who see’s me the way that you do”
I raised my eyebrows-
“Oh don’t worry I’m not looking to shack up with you, having you on tap would kill me”
She said and laughed
“A session with you is like Zumba and Pilates combined. You’d shag me into an early grave”
She continued and laughed again
When she finally stopped and dabbed at the tears from her eyes she said
“So I couldn’t face the ball”
“Well you’re welcome to wine and dine here,” I said
“Well thank you kind sir” Pandy said “Lead me to the wine”
I walked to the kitchen opened the fridge and took out an open bottle of wine.
I took two large wine glasses from the cupboard and filled one with wine and the other with lemonade.
When I returned to the lounge Pandora stood up and walked towards me.
I expected her to take the wine glass from my hand but instead she walked between my outstretched hands and kissed me.
As we were in the middle of the room so I couldn’t put the drinks down or prevent her unzipping my fly and pulling my cock out through the opening.
Not that I wanted to stop her.
I was quite happy to be stood in the middle of the room being passionately kissed while she gently wanked me with her gloved hand.
As soon as she had stroked my cock up to a satisfactory state of arousal she stopped kissing me, took the wine glass from my hand and nonchalantly took a leisurely drink while still massaging my manhood.
She smiled at me mischievously before releasing my swollen member and walked over to the sofa where she stood with her back to me.
Knowing full well I would follow and as I did I put down my own drink so I would have both hands free to grapple with her.
As I stepped up behind her she giggled and while I unzipped the back of her dress she drained her glass.
Once I had her dress opened to her waist I slipped my hands inside, she let out a long steady exhale of breath as my hands reached theirs targets and greedily groped her beautiful breasts and played with her stiffening nipples.
Pandora wasn’t giggling anymore and she dropped the empty wine glass onto the sofa.
She slipped her arms through the dresses sleeves and let it fall from her.
It settled about her waist but with a delicious wiggle of her hips it fell in an untidy heap around her ankles.
She stepped out of the remnants of her attire and kicked the black bundle aside with one stilettoe’d foot leaving her dressed in evening gloves, stockings, suspenders and black silk knickers.
I kissed her neck while my hands were still busily engaged with her tits.
Then to my great surprised she said
"Do me like you did the first time" and she stood on tiptoe leaning over the sofa in the same way she leant over the fallen tree trunk in the wood beside the 17th green.
The result of which was a perfect view of her black silk clad arse.
Pandora wriggled her way along the sofa back, which produced a delightful quiver of her buttocks.
I stood looking on at the magnificent view of her black clad buttocks jiggling before my lascivious eyes as I completely undressed
Pandy wriggled forward slightly until her toes were off the floor
And a little of her bare arse was visible then to my absolute delight in an effort to prevent her overbalancing her left leg shot out side ways and the resulting rearrangement of her buttocks caused her left cheek to become completely exposed as the knicker leg rolled between her cheeks.
“Gorgeous” I thought.
Pandora wriggled again on the simulated log and wispy strands of curly hair appeared visible against her black panties.
And I remembered how on that summer day the same sight confirmed my Holy Trinity, a wild and untamed beaver, a natural blonde and the collar and cuffs matched.
I moved in closer and stared at her crotch.
Then one final wriggle and there it was.
I was staring libidinously at her moist Minge, though not my first glimpse of Pandora’s Box it was deliciously inviting.
I prepared my approach so I could slip my two fingers straight between her lips into her creamy crevice
“There” I said as my fingers entered her damp crack
“oh Simon” she purred “Mmmm”
the first time I fingered her gash in the woods she was only slightly moist but she lathered up very quickly to my ministrations tonight though she was already dripping.
I stopped fingering her and removed my wet fingers from her creamy crack a few millimetres and she instantly wriggled backwards until her pussy touched my digits and began rubbing her pussy against my static fingers.
Pandora was moaning rhythmically to my touch the tone of her moans was as syrupy as her pussy.
Then I brought her to climax and it was time to fuck her.
As I continued to stroke her quim with one hands I pulled back my foreskin to expose my purple helmet.
Then I pushed my thumb inside the leg of her panties and pulled the silk aside to fully exposed her hairy cunny, she moaned as I then rubbed my knob along her wet slit and her juice glistened colourfully in the twinkling light from the Christmas tree I repeated this again and again and each time her moan grew louder then she could wait no longer and she wriggled back towards me like a slippery fish and slid down my shaft letting out the loudest moan of pleasure as I entered, her velvet juices immersed my member like warm honey and she moaned audibly with pleasure.
She gripped on to the sofa as I pounded her pussy from behind.
I reached up and greedily groped and squeezed her tits again.
Her moans gave way to yelps and squeals growing ever more intense as my rhythm increased until she screamed and her body shuddered and tensed moments before I shot into her, my cock was still twitching inside her hot pussy as she relaxed and let out a long languorous sigh.
After a moment or two, I kissed her on the neck as I slowly withdrew my cock from her comfortable cunt and she sighed again.
“Now that’s what I call a News Years Eve Ball,” she exclaimed.
I patted her arse and went to the kitchen to get us another drink to toast the New Year, it was almost midnight.
When I returned I sat on the sofa across the room and looked over at Pandora still clinging onto the Sofa.
Pandy was still periodically sighing as she lay in exactly the same position I left her in after I pulled out of her and with each sigh her left leg twitched.
I smiled wryly at the exhausted Pandora and the Christmas lights dancing amidst the bejewelled patch around her Minge as I picked up the TV remote and switched on.
After a few minutes and several more satisfied sighs Pandora
slid herself off the sofa and on unsteady legs tottered her way towards me and she giggled.
I offered her glass and she took a drink and with a distinct leer dribbled wine onto my wilting cock.
Pandora giggled as she sank to her knees and began licking the wine from my now stirring beast.
“New Year New Me”. I was thinking as she began sucking on me
If this is to be my last indiscretion before my rebirth into monogamy then lets make it a doozy
Pandora finished licking every last drop of wine from my genitalia and had sucked me up until I was ready for action and stood up in front of me.
“Knickers” I said
“What?” she responded.
“Knickers off this time hon” I told her
“Oh” she said giggling and blushing as she slipped the black silk knickers off before climbing onto my waiting cock to the accompaniment of Big Ben chiming.
And Pandora rode me from one year to the next.
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 46) Leaving For The Missions
As usual St Lucy’s was well attended for Midnight Mass, despite the bitter cold.
And to the great delight of everyone in attendance Reverend Katy Oliver led the service.
After the mass was over we all gathered at the rear of the church and shared the peace.
Then Georgia went home, sticky lipped, to her parent’s house and I went home alone.
Christmas morning began with a frosty glaze decorating the rooftops and lightly dusting the evergreens.
And as the bells rang out to celebrate the birth of the Lord the joyous faithful arrived under a clear blue sky.
It was a most glorious Christmas morning and my spirits were high.
I met Georgia outside St Lucy’s and kissed her lovingly in the sunshine before we went inside to join the rest of the Gregory’s.
It was an excellent service with Katy Oliver back to her very best while Robert Hunter graciously took a back seat.
Afterwards it took some while for the Church to empty as everyone wanted to share their best wishes with Katy and she was clearly over come with all the attention.
In the days preceding Christmas she had also been inundated with invitations to share Christmas dinner and was quite overwhelmed by people’s kindness.
In the end she accepted Victoria Braithwaite’s invitation and enjoyed a wonderful Christmas lunch with Victoria and Maisie, which was to be Katy Oliver’s final Christmas as the vicar of Bushy Down.
After I left the church and said my goodbyes I spent the rest of the day at the Gregory’s.
Where I ate too much, drank too much and left just before I over stayed my welcome but still returned home quite late.
On Boxing Day we were invited to my Parents house for the day but due to a mix up between Georgia and I as to who the designated driver was, we both got pissed and had to stay the night.
This caused a bit of a reshuffle on the accommodation front due to my mother’s insistence that we sleep in separate rooms.
Not just because my mother was a good Christian woman but for the simple reason that as a writer of pornography, even if its disguised as adult literature, I could not be relied upon not to disgrace myself and degrade Georgia under her roof.
The result of this meant Georgia shared the spare room with my cousin and fuck buddy Molly while I was enduring our enforced separation on the lounge sofa.
I found it difficult to drop off, partly because it wasn’t very comfortable but mainly because my head was full of images of my girlfriend sharing a bed with my bi-sexual cousin.
Which had given me a major hard on.
After tossing and turning for about an hour my erection had began to abate but that urge was merely replaced by an acute need to pee.
I tiptoed my way upstairs to the loo and relieved myself.
I was yawning as I stepped back onto the landing not really paying attention and I bumped into Molly coming the other way.
Who pushed me back into the bathroom and planted a wet sensual kiss on my lips, this immediately relit the fire in my loins.
And as my cock was pressing into her flesh I made a move to grope her tits but she pushed me away.
“We can’t be doing that,” she said indignantly
“I’m on the blob anyway,” she continued as she pulled down her knickers and sat on the loo.
Molly then proceeded to pee; this did nothing to diminish my erection as I always found it inexplicably arousing.
Molly obviously noticed my cock twitch in my pants because after she wiped herself dry she slipped her fingers inside the waistband and pulled me closer.
Once she had me standing in front of her Molly began pulling my pants down and she licked her lips as my cock uncurled itself from its confinement.
Then she reached out and grabbed hold of it and kissed my helmet.
For the first time she took her eyes off my cock and looked at my face as she played with me and said.
“This is for Christmas”
I closed my eyes as she gently tugged on me and I felt delicate soft kisses on my sensitive knob.
“This was a real Christmas surprise,” I thought as her tongue flicked around my helmet in quick feather light licks.
Until all at once in one smooth slurping instant I was in her mouth.
I could feel Molly’s fingers still caressing my shaft lightly and
I looked down just as my glistening wet knob reappeared accompanied by a sucking sound, she looked up and smiled wickedly before devouring me again with her hot mouth.
I could see the bulge of my cock in her cheek as she sucked on me.
Her fingers tightened their grip on my shaft as her lips slurped around my cock.
“Oh that’s so nice Moll,” I gasped
“It’s a shame she’s on the blob,” I thought as I was fast approaching the point of no return but I could tell by the lip smacking and slurping that she had already decided what she wanted to do.
I had one hand on the back of her head; fingers threaded amongst her hair while the other caressed her bulging cheek.
Her fingers were gripped tight around the base of my shaft and she was tugging on me furiously.
Then Molly took one final pause for air before my saliva soaked cock slipped comfortably between her lips again and her mouth sealed tight around my throbbing cock.
Snorting through her nose, her mouth joined her busy fingers in the rhythmic wanking of my cock.
I was so close now and Molly could sense it and she was going at me like fury,
So close, so close
“Oh Molly”
My buttocks clenched tight
Closer, closer
“Babe, Babe”
And then my hands were pulling her head onto me as I shot my load into her mouth and her eager lips sucked me dry.
Molly was still sucking and licking at the last of my seed before her lips smacked one last time as she released my shaft.
“Merry Christmas” She said
“And a Happy New Year” I responded as she gave my helmet one final licking suck.
A moment before we left the bathroom Molly asked
“If I wasn’t on the rag would you have fucked me with the gorgeous Georgia just down the hall?”
I answered her question with another question
“If you weren’t on the rag would you have tried giving Georgia head and wishing her a Happy Christmas”?
Thursday in contrast to the previous two, was a very quiet and uneventful day.
We left my mums shortly after breakfast and had a clear run back to the village.
Feeling rather fragile we recovered from our overindulgences and had a quieter day of television and slobbery.
We retired early and made gentle tender love.
On Friday morning Georgia left the house early to go home as the whole family was off to Lincoln to visit relatives, they would be back some time on Sunday.
I thought I might knuckle down and put pen to paper so to speak and make some headway into the backlog which would keep Gordon happy at least.
But just as I sat down at my desk Mum phoned
“Could Andrea stay for a couple of nights before leaving for the missions”?
Andrea could most certainly stay for a couple of nights; I got a very distinct trouser tickle just at the thought of it.
She would be arriving some time that afternoon so I went off and made up the spare bed for her though I hoped we wouldn’t be needing it.
Unfortunately the weather had taken a turn for the worse with heavy snow moving across from the east.
I had spoken to Georgia several time during the day and they managed to avoid the snow in the main And they had got some way north before the weather closed in so they at least had made it to Lincoln safely.
I had no way of knowing however where Andrea was I didn’t even know where she was coming from.
I didn’t even have a phone number for her.
I phoned mum about seven o’clock and she did have a phone number but all she could do was leave a voice mail as she wasn’t picking up.
Then about an hour later I had a call from Miranda Goodman’s brother to say that Miranda and Andrea were stuck on the M11 in heavy snow and would get to me as soon as they could.
They finally arrived a little after eleven o’clock with the snow falling fast again.
Due to the lateness of the hour and the treacherous conditions I insisted Miranda stay the night, which meant sadly that I wouldn’t be exploring amidst Andreas unruly pubes.
I left them both in the kitchen making a hot drink while I went up stairs to make up a bed for Miranda in the box room.
It was a bit frustrating having the expectancy all day of enjoying Andrea’s delightful bod only to be denied it by my own generosity.
It was the only thing to do though under the circumstances.
I would just have to go to bed with the same nagging want that I had the night before but this time however there was no Molly to suck me off in the bathroom in the dead of night.
Georgia was hundreds of miles away and unable to slake my thirst.
The only consolation was that I thought Andrea might be lying under the duvet just as horny and disappointed as I was.
I had a very disturbed nights sleep full of erotic imagery.
Past and present lovers dressed as snowflakes frolicking before me.
Molly and Georgia enjoying a sixty-nine on a sheepskin rug, Shula bent naked over the shop counter wearing nothing but fairy wings.
In fact every woman I had ever had or wanted to have appeared during the course of the night.
As a result I awoke the next morning un-rested and very, very horny.
I decided to get up and shower in an attempt to buck me up, but although I felt clean and fresh it merely masked my fatigue.
I slipped on my dressing gown and I went downstairs and was surprised to find Miranda sitting at the kitchen table nursing a mug of coffee.
“Morning” I said far more brightly than I felt “Sleep well?”
“Good morning Simon, yes very well thank you” she replied formally before continuing
“I hope it was ok, but I made myself breakfast”
“Yes of course it was” I replied as I looked out the window.
“It’s stopped snowing then?” I observed
“Yes” she replied, “I’m going to make a move shortly, get while the going is good as it were”
She smiled broadly after her statement
I didn’t know if it was because I was feeling so washed out or not but Miranda certainly appeared to be a much brighter person than I was expecting compared the Ms Frosty knickers that I met the last time she was here.
While Miranda was outside defrosting the Morris Minor I sat at the kitchen table drinking a coffee when it finally dawned on me what Miranda’s early departure meant.
A revisit to the Missionary position.
Miranda came back inside after warming up the car
“I won’t disturb Andréa,” she said
“Why not”? I thought I’m going to the minute you’ve gone
“She could use the rest,” she continued
“Good idea” I agreed
“Well I will see you on Sunday” she said “Bless you for your kindness”
I watched the Morris Minor drive away then waited for five minutes before I ascended the stairs.
I gently opened the bedroom door and tiptoed inside; I could see her pajama trousers lying draped on the foot of the bed.
The first thought to enter my mind was that she had removed them in order to allow her ease of access to her pussy to satisfy herself after the disappointed of not getting rogered.
I slipped off my dressing gown and let it drop to the floor my pants followed close behind and I got under the duvet and cuddled up close to her and I was delighted to find her naked below the waist.
Andrea was on her side with her back to me and my first thought was to spoon her but instead I backed away and rolled her gently onto her back.
I kissed her lips but got no response so I un-buttoned her pajama jacket all the way down to the bottom.
Once I had dealt with the final button I slowly opened the two halves like the leaves of some great tome.
I looked down on her in the half-light and admired both her body and my craft.
Her breasts had all but disappeared but her nipples sat there invitingly so I took the nearest one into my mouth and sucked on it gently.
Andrea murmured softly but she didn’t waken but my suckling was obviously fueling an erotic dream.
I left her erect swollen nipple wet with my saliva and watched her sleeping face as my hand drifted across her belly to her curly bush.
I dallied there toying with her tousled curls and she still slept.
After a moment my finger parted her lips like opening a pea pod and it was instantly immersed in her hot creaminess.
She murmured again in response to my fingering but despite my attentions she still remained asleep.
Having reached the point where I couldn’t have got her any wetter if I fingered her all night and not awakened her I decided to mount her.
I carefully positioned myself between her thighs and slid my cock between her sticky lips all the way up to my aching balls and she sucked in air through her teeth.
The first stroke just added to her already lip creaming dream.
The second had much the same effect but caused her to stir a little beneath me and lick her lips.
The third brought her to that ecstatic point, that hinterland between erotic dream and sensual reality,
Unsure if she vividly dreaming of receiving cock or if she was actually receiving cock.
However the fourth penetration left her in no doubt as she open her eyes and knew for sure that I was inside of her.
She smiled at me then closed her eyes again as I penetrated her again and she wriggled like a fish on a river bank.
Each penetration made her squirm beneath me
A few strokes later she came deliciously noisily.
Spurred on by her audible appreciation of my efforts I went at her harder and faster and her knuckles whitened as she was gripping the headboard.
As she moaned and writhed beneath me she came again and I was getting close to the summit myself and as I quickened my pace on her pussy her utterances were growing higher in frequency and as I reached the threshold of my own conclusion
“Oh Godddd Simon” she screamed and with her writhing sweating body prostrate beneath me I emptied myself into her hot pulsating pussy.
“I wasn’t expecting that” she panted.
I withdrew and climbed off of her and she let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh as she cuddled up to me.
“If you weren’t expecting it why didn’t you have your bottoms on?” I asked puzzled
“I took them off because I thought you would come to see me last night” she replied, “Why didn’t you?”
“I didn’t think you’d want to with Miranda in the house in case she heard us,” I said
“You didn’t need to worry” Andrea added, “She’s a bit deaf and she sleeps like the dead”
“Never mind I got here eventually,” I said
“Mmmmm” Andrea replied
And to the great delight of everyone in attendance Reverend Katy Oliver led the service.
After the mass was over we all gathered at the rear of the church and shared the peace.
Then Georgia went home, sticky lipped, to her parent’s house and I went home alone.
Christmas morning began with a frosty glaze decorating the rooftops and lightly dusting the evergreens.
And as the bells rang out to celebrate the birth of the Lord the joyous faithful arrived under a clear blue sky.
It was a most glorious Christmas morning and my spirits were high.
I met Georgia outside St Lucy’s and kissed her lovingly in the sunshine before we went inside to join the rest of the Gregory’s.
It was an excellent service with Katy Oliver back to her very best while Robert Hunter graciously took a back seat.
Afterwards it took some while for the Church to empty as everyone wanted to share their best wishes with Katy and she was clearly over come with all the attention.
In the days preceding Christmas she had also been inundated with invitations to share Christmas dinner and was quite overwhelmed by people’s kindness.
In the end she accepted Victoria Braithwaite’s invitation and enjoyed a wonderful Christmas lunch with Victoria and Maisie, which was to be Katy Oliver’s final Christmas as the vicar of Bushy Down.
After I left the church and said my goodbyes I spent the rest of the day at the Gregory’s.
Where I ate too much, drank too much and left just before I over stayed my welcome but still returned home quite late.
On Boxing Day we were invited to my Parents house for the day but due to a mix up between Georgia and I as to who the designated driver was, we both got pissed and had to stay the night.
This caused a bit of a reshuffle on the accommodation front due to my mother’s insistence that we sleep in separate rooms.
Not just because my mother was a good Christian woman but for the simple reason that as a writer of pornography, even if its disguised as adult literature, I could not be relied upon not to disgrace myself and degrade Georgia under her roof.
The result of this meant Georgia shared the spare room with my cousin and fuck buddy Molly while I was enduring our enforced separation on the lounge sofa.
I found it difficult to drop off, partly because it wasn’t very comfortable but mainly because my head was full of images of my girlfriend sharing a bed with my bi-sexual cousin.
Which had given me a major hard on.
After tossing and turning for about an hour my erection had began to abate but that urge was merely replaced by an acute need to pee.
I tiptoed my way upstairs to the loo and relieved myself.
I was yawning as I stepped back onto the landing not really paying attention and I bumped into Molly coming the other way.
Who pushed me back into the bathroom and planted a wet sensual kiss on my lips, this immediately relit the fire in my loins.
And as my cock was pressing into her flesh I made a move to grope her tits but she pushed me away.
“We can’t be doing that,” she said indignantly
“I’m on the blob anyway,” she continued as she pulled down her knickers and sat on the loo.
Molly then proceeded to pee; this did nothing to diminish my erection as I always found it inexplicably arousing.
Molly obviously noticed my cock twitch in my pants because after she wiped herself dry she slipped her fingers inside the waistband and pulled me closer.
Once she had me standing in front of her Molly began pulling my pants down and she licked her lips as my cock uncurled itself from its confinement.
Then she reached out and grabbed hold of it and kissed my helmet.
For the first time she took her eyes off my cock and looked at my face as she played with me and said.
“This is for Christmas”
I closed my eyes as she gently tugged on me and I felt delicate soft kisses on my sensitive knob.
“This was a real Christmas surprise,” I thought as her tongue flicked around my helmet in quick feather light licks.
Until all at once in one smooth slurping instant I was in her mouth.
I could feel Molly’s fingers still caressing my shaft lightly and
I looked down just as my glistening wet knob reappeared accompanied by a sucking sound, she looked up and smiled wickedly before devouring me again with her hot mouth.
I could see the bulge of my cock in her cheek as she sucked on me.
Her fingers tightened their grip on my shaft as her lips slurped around my cock.
“Oh that’s so nice Moll,” I gasped
“It’s a shame she’s on the blob,” I thought as I was fast approaching the point of no return but I could tell by the lip smacking and slurping that she had already decided what she wanted to do.
I had one hand on the back of her head; fingers threaded amongst her hair while the other caressed her bulging cheek.
Her fingers were gripped tight around the base of my shaft and she was tugging on me furiously.
Then Molly took one final pause for air before my saliva soaked cock slipped comfortably between her lips again and her mouth sealed tight around my throbbing cock.
Snorting through her nose, her mouth joined her busy fingers in the rhythmic wanking of my cock.
I was so close now and Molly could sense it and she was going at me like fury,
So close, so close
“Oh Molly”
My buttocks clenched tight
Closer, closer
“Babe, Babe”
And then my hands were pulling her head onto me as I shot my load into her mouth and her eager lips sucked me dry.
Molly was still sucking and licking at the last of my seed before her lips smacked one last time as she released my shaft.
“Merry Christmas” She said
“And a Happy New Year” I responded as she gave my helmet one final licking suck.
A moment before we left the bathroom Molly asked
“If I wasn’t on the rag would you have fucked me with the gorgeous Georgia just down the hall?”
I answered her question with another question
“If you weren’t on the rag would you have tried giving Georgia head and wishing her a Happy Christmas”?
Thursday in contrast to the previous two, was a very quiet and uneventful day.
We left my mums shortly after breakfast and had a clear run back to the village.
Feeling rather fragile we recovered from our overindulgences and had a quieter day of television and slobbery.
We retired early and made gentle tender love.
On Friday morning Georgia left the house early to go home as the whole family was off to Lincoln to visit relatives, they would be back some time on Sunday.
I thought I might knuckle down and put pen to paper so to speak and make some headway into the backlog which would keep Gordon happy at least.
But just as I sat down at my desk Mum phoned
“Could Andrea stay for a couple of nights before leaving for the missions”?
Andrea could most certainly stay for a couple of nights; I got a very distinct trouser tickle just at the thought of it.
She would be arriving some time that afternoon so I went off and made up the spare bed for her though I hoped we wouldn’t be needing it.
Unfortunately the weather had taken a turn for the worse with heavy snow moving across from the east.
I had spoken to Georgia several time during the day and they managed to avoid the snow in the main And they had got some way north before the weather closed in so they at least had made it to Lincoln safely.
I had no way of knowing however where Andrea was I didn’t even know where she was coming from.
I didn’t even have a phone number for her.
I phoned mum about seven o’clock and she did have a phone number but all she could do was leave a voice mail as she wasn’t picking up.
Then about an hour later I had a call from Miranda Goodman’s brother to say that Miranda and Andrea were stuck on the M11 in heavy snow and would get to me as soon as they could.
They finally arrived a little after eleven o’clock with the snow falling fast again.
Due to the lateness of the hour and the treacherous conditions I insisted Miranda stay the night, which meant sadly that I wouldn’t be exploring amidst Andreas unruly pubes.
I left them both in the kitchen making a hot drink while I went up stairs to make up a bed for Miranda in the box room.
It was a bit frustrating having the expectancy all day of enjoying Andrea’s delightful bod only to be denied it by my own generosity.
It was the only thing to do though under the circumstances.
I would just have to go to bed with the same nagging want that I had the night before but this time however there was no Molly to suck me off in the bathroom in the dead of night.
Georgia was hundreds of miles away and unable to slake my thirst.
The only consolation was that I thought Andrea might be lying under the duvet just as horny and disappointed as I was.
I had a very disturbed nights sleep full of erotic imagery.
Past and present lovers dressed as snowflakes frolicking before me.
Molly and Georgia enjoying a sixty-nine on a sheepskin rug, Shula bent naked over the shop counter wearing nothing but fairy wings.
In fact every woman I had ever had or wanted to have appeared during the course of the night.
As a result I awoke the next morning un-rested and very, very horny.
I decided to get up and shower in an attempt to buck me up, but although I felt clean and fresh it merely masked my fatigue.
I slipped on my dressing gown and I went downstairs and was surprised to find Miranda sitting at the kitchen table nursing a mug of coffee.
“Morning” I said far more brightly than I felt “Sleep well?”
“Good morning Simon, yes very well thank you” she replied formally before continuing
“I hope it was ok, but I made myself breakfast”
“Yes of course it was” I replied as I looked out the window.
“It’s stopped snowing then?” I observed
“Yes” she replied, “I’m going to make a move shortly, get while the going is good as it were”
She smiled broadly after her statement
I didn’t know if it was because I was feeling so washed out or not but Miranda certainly appeared to be a much brighter person than I was expecting compared the Ms Frosty knickers that I met the last time she was here.
While Miranda was outside defrosting the Morris Minor I sat at the kitchen table drinking a coffee when it finally dawned on me what Miranda’s early departure meant.
A revisit to the Missionary position.
Miranda came back inside after warming up the car
“I won’t disturb Andréa,” she said
“Why not”? I thought I’m going to the minute you’ve gone
“She could use the rest,” she continued
“Good idea” I agreed
“Well I will see you on Sunday” she said “Bless you for your kindness”
I watched the Morris Minor drive away then waited for five minutes before I ascended the stairs.
I gently opened the bedroom door and tiptoed inside; I could see her pajama trousers lying draped on the foot of the bed.
The first thought to enter my mind was that she had removed them in order to allow her ease of access to her pussy to satisfy herself after the disappointed of not getting rogered.
I slipped off my dressing gown and let it drop to the floor my pants followed close behind and I got under the duvet and cuddled up close to her and I was delighted to find her naked below the waist.
Andrea was on her side with her back to me and my first thought was to spoon her but instead I backed away and rolled her gently onto her back.
I kissed her lips but got no response so I un-buttoned her pajama jacket all the way down to the bottom.
Once I had dealt with the final button I slowly opened the two halves like the leaves of some great tome.
I looked down on her in the half-light and admired both her body and my craft.
Her breasts had all but disappeared but her nipples sat there invitingly so I took the nearest one into my mouth and sucked on it gently.
Andrea murmured softly but she didn’t waken but my suckling was obviously fueling an erotic dream.
I left her erect swollen nipple wet with my saliva and watched her sleeping face as my hand drifted across her belly to her curly bush.
I dallied there toying with her tousled curls and she still slept.
After a moment my finger parted her lips like opening a pea pod and it was instantly immersed in her hot creaminess.
She murmured again in response to my fingering but despite my attentions she still remained asleep.
Having reached the point where I couldn’t have got her any wetter if I fingered her all night and not awakened her I decided to mount her.
I carefully positioned myself between her thighs and slid my cock between her sticky lips all the way up to my aching balls and she sucked in air through her teeth.
The first stroke just added to her already lip creaming dream.
The second had much the same effect but caused her to stir a little beneath me and lick her lips.
The third brought her to that ecstatic point, that hinterland between erotic dream and sensual reality,
Unsure if she vividly dreaming of receiving cock or if she was actually receiving cock.
However the fourth penetration left her in no doubt as she open her eyes and knew for sure that I was inside of her.
She smiled at me then closed her eyes again as I penetrated her again and she wriggled like a fish on a river bank.
Each penetration made her squirm beneath me
A few strokes later she came deliciously noisily.
Spurred on by her audible appreciation of my efforts I went at her harder and faster and her knuckles whitened as she was gripping the headboard.
As she moaned and writhed beneath me she came again and I was getting close to the summit myself and as I quickened my pace on her pussy her utterances were growing higher in frequency and as I reached the threshold of my own conclusion
“Oh Godddd Simon” she screamed and with her writhing sweating body prostrate beneath me I emptied myself into her hot pulsating pussy.
“I wasn’t expecting that” she panted.
I withdrew and climbed off of her and she let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh as she cuddled up to me.
“If you weren’t expecting it why didn’t you have your bottoms on?” I asked puzzled
“I took them off because I thought you would come to see me last night” she replied, “Why didn’t you?”
“I didn’t think you’d want to with Miranda in the house in case she heard us,” I said
“You didn’t need to worry” Andrea added, “She’s a bit deaf and she sleeps like the dead”
“Never mind I got here eventually,” I said
“Mmmmm” Andrea replied
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 45) Under The Tree
Despite entertaining the very energetic Emily Gomez the day before I arose very early on Sunday morning, well before first light as a matter of fact, as fresh as a daisy.
She let me sleep in between her demanding performances and having satisfied her insatiable appetite with me more than once she left me in bed when she slipped away during the evening and I stayed there for the night.
The first thing I did was to breakfast; I had after all missed two meals on Saturday.
Next on the agenda was to strip the bed and launder the lust stained bedding.
After I had loaded the machine and set the program to wash my sins from the bed sheets I harboured the futile wish that it could be that easy to wash my sins away.
I went up stairs and remade the bed with fresh linen in preparation of sullying them anew this time with my gorgeous girlfriend Georgia whom I was picking up from University after lunch.
My exceptionally early start to the day enabled me to complete all my chores with ease and after a long leisurely shower I left for church.
For a change I was one of the first to arrive and I was delighted to see Katy Oliver in attendance looking much more her old self.
However Robert Hunter took the Sunday service with Katy giving the sermon.
It was a great service and there was genuine warmth emanating from the congregation towards Katy and a collective relief to see her looking so well.
Afterwards the usual suspects were meeting for lunch at the Cross Keys unfortunately I had to give it a miss as I was driving to pick up Georgia that afternoon which was a great shame.
I don’t mean it was a shame that I was picking up Georgia, I meant it was a shame I was going to miss lunch.
That Sunday Tilly Bushe, ever at Roberts’s side, and her brother Tristan were joining the Sunday lunch club.
So while my friends were lunching in the pub and making merry I was walking home to grab a quick sandwich before driving to Roehampton.
When I reached my front door I found standing on the doorstep what was clearly a bottle of something in one of those decorative bottle bags.
I picked it up and read the tag.
“Have a Merry Christmas Simon, with love from a grateful Damsel in Distress”
“Well that was a nice thing to do,” I said to myself “and so was Judith”
I went inside and made myself a rather boring sandwich and I was just drying my hands after washing up my lunch plate when there was a knock at the door.
When I opened the door, I found Maisie Stewart on the other side of it, holding a Christmas parcel.
“Happy Christmas” she said beaming.
“Hey! Happy Christmas hon” I responded, “come in”
“Ok” she said still smiling broadly “but no funny business”
“No funny business” I agreed and Maisie stepped inside
“You didn’t have to get me a gift,” I said to her as I took her coat.
And as she sat down on the sofa she said.
“Last Christmas my mum was drunk for ten days in a row, we had no decorations, no Christmas dinner and no electricity”
Tears were beginning to form in her eyes
“This year, I have three jobs; I have a proper home, I have someone to mother me, I have money in the bank and a girl friend and it’s all thanks to you”
I tried to interrupt but Maisie continued
“If you hadn’t helped me, looked out for me, set me on the right path I wouldn’t be here now having the best Christmas I’ve ever had, I will always be grateful for that, and the other things of course” and she blushed.
Then she stood up and gave me a big hug and an hour later she left my house considerably moister than when she had entered it.
“So much for no funny business,” I thought.
As I was showering for the second time that day I thought how nice it was to get an early Christmas present and she got me a gift as well.
If I got a present from every recipient of my lust I would do very nicely thank you and I would need a considerably larger tree to put them under.
As a result of Maisie’s Yuletide felicitations I was about forty minutes late leaving for the drive to Roehampton.
I called to let Georgia know I was running late but she was ok about it as she was all behind herself.
I thought to myself that she was very adequate in the front as well.
I got to Georgia’s place around three o’clock and miracle of miracles she was ready.
Half and hour after I finished loading the car we finally got away when she had finished saying her goodbyes.
When we got back to Bushy Down I thought Georgia would be eager to be reunited with her nearest and dearest but it turned out that she was more eager to be reunited with something quite different.
We had barely got through the front door before she was on me, not doing it very often obviously made her really hungry for it,
Her lips fastened over mine and her active tongue invaded my mouth.
It was a very sensual kiss and my manhood was wide-awake and did its best to burst out of my trousers and might well have succeeded had she not released it herself and very quickly she began tugging roughly on my shaft.
Georgia was completely in command and soon her lips left mine and moved immediately down to my cock.
Her agile tongue feathered my purple head in deliciously sensual flicks before devouring me in one delightfully ecstatic mouthful.
“Oh Georgie that’s so good” I said as Georgia sucked me up good and proper, but before she got to enthusiastic I pushed her head back to allow me to withdraw from her mouth and she scrambled to her feet, after wiping her slobbering lips on her sleeve she kissed me again with the same urgency as before.
I pushed her back against the wall and yanked her skirt up her thighs so I could get my hands under her hem.
Gripping the hem in both hands I pulled it sharply upwards so the entire skirt was now residing around her waist, I then turned my attention to her tights and knickers. I had been wondering if she was wearing any as in many of our sexual encounters when she was “well up for it” she often pre-empted proceedings by removing her pants.
I slid my hands around to her rear and as I groped her arse I found that she was.
“You’re wearing knickers,” I said more than a little surprised
“It’s too chilly to go without” she responded, “I didn’t want my fanny to freeze”
“Not much chance of that” I said as I hurriedly began dragging her tights and knickers off her cute arse.
I followed them down to her ankles and I knelt before her neat bush.
Georgia was running her fingers through my hair and as I was about to stand up I felt a very definite downward pressure from her hands as she pushed my head back down towards her cunny.
I was ready to fuck her but she wanted head first so in the spirit of the season I obliged her.
I had her standing on one leg while she supported herself by resting the other one on my shoulder as I supped enthusiastically on her hot gash.
Georgia let me know when she had had enough by lowering her other leg and I stood up.
I had her juice all around my mouth and when I kissed her it was all around hers as well.
Her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck and she was panting loudly in my ear as I got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up off her feet so her deliciously syrupy fanny was at a suitable height to receive me.
Once achieved I slid effortlessly into Georgia’s hot creamy cunny
“Ohhhhh god” she uttered
Georgia’s legs locked around my middle and I banged her against the wall.
I had one hand on her hip and with the other I gripped the coat hook on the wall as I banged her again and again and her bum cheeks slapped against the plaster.
It was like being applauded for my efforts.
With each early stroke I put into her she responded with a long satisfied
“Mmmm”
As the rhythm increased and the stokes shortened she could only manage
“Oh”
“Oh”
“Oh”
“Oh”
“Oh”
Finishing with an
“OH GOD YES”
As I emptied my Christmas sac into her.
We stayed in that position for about a minute panting hard then she said.
“Oh merry Christmas”
“It was ok then?” I asked
“Oh yes, very nice” she replied
Well she had reunited herself with me and mine very nicely indeed and when she was satisfied I was allowed to take her home to be reunited with the family.
It was starting to snow again as I reversed onto the Gregory’s drive, it was little more than a flurry really barely even enough to qualify as a light shower.
I unloaded the car while Georgia rushed inside and hugged her waiting parents.
I traipsed in with Georgie’s stuff amidst the scene of reuniting embraces and the twin’s excited squeals and the general jovial laughter.
So with my duties fulfilled I left the Gregory’s to their reunion and I went home.
The next day was Christmas Eve and apart from the delivery of Christmas gifts and cards to friends and lovers, past and present, I had planned to spend most of it alone listening to Christmas music and watching schmaltzy movies on TV but my publisher Gordon phoned me around midday on the pretext of wishing me a Happy Christmas but mainly to remind me that I was now overdue with my writing commitments.
This rather quashed my plans and preoccupied my thoughts for much of the day; however I also spent some time thinking about Georgia and our future.
I thought that the little bit of Christmas fun I’d had with Emily and Maisie at the weekend was the end, my last hurrah as it were because New Year new me.
I concluded that Georgia was more than enough woman for one man and I should be satisfied with that.
Georgia meanwhile spent the day helping her mum with the preparations for the big day, and then she came to mine about nine o’clock.
And as I’d put the presents underneath the tree that afternoon, all evening she was like a child.
“Can I open a present?” she asked me every ten minutes.
“Just one, please, please, please”
She was getting right on my tits to tell the truth.
She kept picking up the presents, shaking them, squeezing them, and even listening to them.
Finally I relented and as I headed upstairs to the loo I said.
“We can open one present each before we leave for midnight mass”
“Goody” she squealed
When I came back down stairs I was expecting to find her waiting impatiently to open a present.
But instead I found her lying beneath the tree with wrapping paper loosely draped about her body and this time she wasn’t wearing any knickers, in fact she wasn’t wearing anything at all.
“You go first” she said
Once I had un-wrapped my present and thoroughly enjoyed the contents we were very nearly late for midnight mass.
She let me sleep in between her demanding performances and having satisfied her insatiable appetite with me more than once she left me in bed when she slipped away during the evening and I stayed there for the night.
The first thing I did was to breakfast; I had after all missed two meals on Saturday.
Next on the agenda was to strip the bed and launder the lust stained bedding.
After I had loaded the machine and set the program to wash my sins from the bed sheets I harboured the futile wish that it could be that easy to wash my sins away.
I went up stairs and remade the bed with fresh linen in preparation of sullying them anew this time with my gorgeous girlfriend Georgia whom I was picking up from University after lunch.
My exceptionally early start to the day enabled me to complete all my chores with ease and after a long leisurely shower I left for church.
For a change I was one of the first to arrive and I was delighted to see Katy Oliver in attendance looking much more her old self.
However Robert Hunter took the Sunday service with Katy giving the sermon.
It was a great service and there was genuine warmth emanating from the congregation towards Katy and a collective relief to see her looking so well.
Afterwards the usual suspects were meeting for lunch at the Cross Keys unfortunately I had to give it a miss as I was driving to pick up Georgia that afternoon which was a great shame.
I don’t mean it was a shame that I was picking up Georgia, I meant it was a shame I was going to miss lunch.
That Sunday Tilly Bushe, ever at Roberts’s side, and her brother Tristan were joining the Sunday lunch club.
So while my friends were lunching in the pub and making merry I was walking home to grab a quick sandwich before driving to Roehampton.
When I reached my front door I found standing on the doorstep what was clearly a bottle of something in one of those decorative bottle bags.
I picked it up and read the tag.
“Have a Merry Christmas Simon, with love from a grateful Damsel in Distress”
“Well that was a nice thing to do,” I said to myself “and so was Judith”
I went inside and made myself a rather boring sandwich and I was just drying my hands after washing up my lunch plate when there was a knock at the door.
When I opened the door, I found Maisie Stewart on the other side of it, holding a Christmas parcel.
“Happy Christmas” she said beaming.
“Hey! Happy Christmas hon” I responded, “come in”
“Ok” she said still smiling broadly “but no funny business”
“No funny business” I agreed and Maisie stepped inside
“You didn’t have to get me a gift,” I said to her as I took her coat.
And as she sat down on the sofa she said.
“Last Christmas my mum was drunk for ten days in a row, we had no decorations, no Christmas dinner and no electricity”
Tears were beginning to form in her eyes
“This year, I have three jobs; I have a proper home, I have someone to mother me, I have money in the bank and a girl friend and it’s all thanks to you”
I tried to interrupt but Maisie continued
“If you hadn’t helped me, looked out for me, set me on the right path I wouldn’t be here now having the best Christmas I’ve ever had, I will always be grateful for that, and the other things of course” and she blushed.
Then she stood up and gave me a big hug and an hour later she left my house considerably moister than when she had entered it.
“So much for no funny business,” I thought.
As I was showering for the second time that day I thought how nice it was to get an early Christmas present and she got me a gift as well.
If I got a present from every recipient of my lust I would do very nicely thank you and I would need a considerably larger tree to put them under.
As a result of Maisie’s Yuletide felicitations I was about forty minutes late leaving for the drive to Roehampton.
I called to let Georgia know I was running late but she was ok about it as she was all behind herself.
I thought to myself that she was very adequate in the front as well.
I got to Georgia’s place around three o’clock and miracle of miracles she was ready.
Half and hour after I finished loading the car we finally got away when she had finished saying her goodbyes.
When we got back to Bushy Down I thought Georgia would be eager to be reunited with her nearest and dearest but it turned out that she was more eager to be reunited with something quite different.
We had barely got through the front door before she was on me, not doing it very often obviously made her really hungry for it,
Her lips fastened over mine and her active tongue invaded my mouth.
It was a very sensual kiss and my manhood was wide-awake and did its best to burst out of my trousers and might well have succeeded had she not released it herself and very quickly she began tugging roughly on my shaft.
Georgia was completely in command and soon her lips left mine and moved immediately down to my cock.
Her agile tongue feathered my purple head in deliciously sensual flicks before devouring me in one delightfully ecstatic mouthful.
“Oh Georgie that’s so good” I said as Georgia sucked me up good and proper, but before she got to enthusiastic I pushed her head back to allow me to withdraw from her mouth and she scrambled to her feet, after wiping her slobbering lips on her sleeve she kissed me again with the same urgency as before.
I pushed her back against the wall and yanked her skirt up her thighs so I could get my hands under her hem.
Gripping the hem in both hands I pulled it sharply upwards so the entire skirt was now residing around her waist, I then turned my attention to her tights and knickers. I had been wondering if she was wearing any as in many of our sexual encounters when she was “well up for it” she often pre-empted proceedings by removing her pants.
I slid my hands around to her rear and as I groped her arse I found that she was.
“You’re wearing knickers,” I said more than a little surprised
“It’s too chilly to go without” she responded, “I didn’t want my fanny to freeze”
“Not much chance of that” I said as I hurriedly began dragging her tights and knickers off her cute arse.
I followed them down to her ankles and I knelt before her neat bush.
Georgia was running her fingers through my hair and as I was about to stand up I felt a very definite downward pressure from her hands as she pushed my head back down towards her cunny.
I was ready to fuck her but she wanted head first so in the spirit of the season I obliged her.
I had her standing on one leg while she supported herself by resting the other one on my shoulder as I supped enthusiastically on her hot gash.
Georgia let me know when she had had enough by lowering her other leg and I stood up.
I had her juice all around my mouth and when I kissed her it was all around hers as well.
Her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck and she was panting loudly in my ear as I got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up off her feet so her deliciously syrupy fanny was at a suitable height to receive me.
Once achieved I slid effortlessly into Georgia’s hot creamy cunny
“Ohhhhh god” she uttered
Georgia’s legs locked around my middle and I banged her against the wall.
I had one hand on her hip and with the other I gripped the coat hook on the wall as I banged her again and again and her bum cheeks slapped against the plaster.
It was like being applauded for my efforts.
With each early stroke I put into her she responded with a long satisfied
“Mmmm”
As the rhythm increased and the stokes shortened she could only manage
“Oh”
“Oh”
“Oh”
“Oh”
“Oh”
Finishing with an
“OH GOD YES”
As I emptied my Christmas sac into her.
We stayed in that position for about a minute panting hard then she said.
“Oh merry Christmas”
“It was ok then?” I asked
“Oh yes, very nice” she replied
Well she had reunited herself with me and mine very nicely indeed and when she was satisfied I was allowed to take her home to be reunited with the family.
It was starting to snow again as I reversed onto the Gregory’s drive, it was little more than a flurry really barely even enough to qualify as a light shower.
I unloaded the car while Georgia rushed inside and hugged her waiting parents.
I traipsed in with Georgie’s stuff amidst the scene of reuniting embraces and the twin’s excited squeals and the general jovial laughter.
So with my duties fulfilled I left the Gregory’s to their reunion and I went home.
The next day was Christmas Eve and apart from the delivery of Christmas gifts and cards to friends and lovers, past and present, I had planned to spend most of it alone listening to Christmas music and watching schmaltzy movies on TV but my publisher Gordon phoned me around midday on the pretext of wishing me a Happy Christmas but mainly to remind me that I was now overdue with my writing commitments.
This rather quashed my plans and preoccupied my thoughts for much of the day; however I also spent some time thinking about Georgia and our future.
I thought that the little bit of Christmas fun I’d had with Emily and Maisie at the weekend was the end, my last hurrah as it were because New Year new me.
I concluded that Georgia was more than enough woman for one man and I should be satisfied with that.
Georgia meanwhile spent the day helping her mum with the preparations for the big day, and then she came to mine about nine o’clock.
And as I’d put the presents underneath the tree that afternoon, all evening she was like a child.
“Can I open a present?” she asked me every ten minutes.
“Just one, please, please, please”
She was getting right on my tits to tell the truth.
She kept picking up the presents, shaking them, squeezing them, and even listening to them.
Finally I relented and as I headed upstairs to the loo I said.
“We can open one present each before we leave for midnight mass”
“Goody” she squealed
When I came back down stairs I was expecting to find her waiting impatiently to open a present.
But instead I found her lying beneath the tree with wrapping paper loosely draped about her body and this time she wasn’t wearing any knickers, in fact she wasn’t wearing anything at all.
“You go first” she said
Once I had un-wrapped my present and thoroughly enjoyed the contents we were very nearly late for midnight mass.
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 44) Christmas Baubles
In the week following the unwrapping of Judith Hunt’s bumper Christmas beauties and the associated shagging, my feet barely touched the floor.
Spurred on by Andrea’s words to me when she said
“You should give more of your self, If everyone gave one hour a week, what I change could be made to the world”
I knew I couldn’t argue with that so I threw myself into it and agreed to do everything I was asked.
As my knee still wasn’t a hundred percent and it was to be such a hectic week and as several of my commitments were in Kiddingstone I decided to hire a car, just a little puddle jumper, that would serve me all week which I could then use it to pick Georgia up in time for Christmas.
My busy week started on the morning of the third Sunday of advent where I was involved as a greeter, Katy Oliver wasn’t well enough for the service but she did put in an appearance for the carol singing at the Golf club that evening looking pale and wan.
She was under strict instructions from Dr Andrews not to attend any of the usual clutch of seasonal outdoor events, which although she was most unhappy about it she thankfully did as she was told as winter had arrived with a vengeance.
On Monday it was my turn to man the Soup Kitchen in Kiddingstone on a bitter cold night.
It was my first time there and what an eye opener it was.
I was absolutely staggered firstly by the number and variety of homeless people in a relatively small town and secondly by how human beings could survive living at the mercy of the elements.
Some of them, the lucky ones, we were able to place in hostels or shelters but for the rest all we could do was give them hot food and a blanket.
I had clearly found another deserving recipient for any money raised from the Overend stories.
I slept in until lunch time the following day and reflected on how lucky I was to have a comfortable home and a roof over my head.
On Tuesday night I was again out on the streets this time with the Christmas Charity Wagon.
It was an old brewer’s dray pulled by two white shire horses.
The whole thing was bedecked with tinsel and lights and carried on the back the church choir.
The rest of us went from door to door, as the wagon drove around the village, collecting donations in plastic buckets and handing out sweets to the children, Judith Hunt was among our number and her cheeks still looked flushed from our festive fuck.
On Wednesday afternoon it was The Santa Express, a renovated steam engine and coaches, which ran from Bushy Down station to a secret location where Santa was waiting in his grotto.
It picked up the local children and there parents late afternoon so that they arrived at the grotto in darkness in order to make the most of the spectacular lights.
The kids were going crazy with excitement and I have to confess I found it quite exciting myself.
But my job on the trip was to make sure none of the over excited little darlings fell off the train.
Victoria Braithwaite among others from the committee were also present and at one point she managed to trap me between the carriages armed with a bunch of mistletoe and only when she had satisfied herself and the pagan ritual she let me go.
Also helping on the trip were Robert and Tilly who seemed to have become inseparable in the short time since I introduced them.
I have never believed in love at first sight or in soul mates I thought them rather fanciful notions the stuff of romantic fiction and sentimental movies.
That is until I introduced them where they were instantly smitten. Afterwards when I saw them together, they were like two halves of a different whole.
Each of them was the missing piece in the others puzzle.
It wasn’t long ago that she said to me “I’m not looking for a life partner” well I think she’s found one whether she was looking or not.
I was so pleased for them especially Tilly, even if it meant I would no longer enjoy her hairy delights.
Now if the kids were excited on the way to the grotto then judging by the decibel level they were even more so on the way back.
Thursday was my day off but it was also the nativity play at St Lucy’s School and shortly after breakfast I took a phone call asking if I could help out but I had to decline.
I really needed to rest my knee for a few hours at least so apart from doing a machine full of laundry I did absolutely nothing all day until I Skyped Georgia in the evening, during which she asked me to pop round to her Mums because her Dad said he couldn’t get the web cam to work.
We both knew it probably meant that he had disabled it by accident but I had to go out in the cold just to tick a box.
The car was covered in frost so I decided to walk on the basis that I could walk there and back in the time it would take to sufficiently defrost the car.
As I suspected Geoff had accidentally disabled the web cam so I worked my magic and went back out into the cold night and by the time I got down the drive it had started snowing and by the time I reached the main road it was coming down hard and fast.
It was coming down so rapidly that visibility was reduced to zero.
It was so disorienting that I couldn’t have even found my way back to the Gregory’s despite being no more than 50 yards away.
So I inched my way along the footpath tucking up close to hedges, picket fences and garden walls so I didn’t wander off course.
When I reached the end of a row of houses I had to take a leap of faith, as I couldn’t see the other side of the road.
As I trudged onward I realised I had gone off course because I hadn’t reach the other side.
I had no idea how far I had gone I had no point of reference, I decided the best course of action was to veer left to try and find the footpath again.
Unfortunately I had no idea how far left to go or for that matter how far left I had already gone.
I was just beginning to panic when I tripped on a curbstone and crashed into another lost soul and we fell to the floor in an untidy heap.
When I got to my feet I found I was outside Mahajak’s
“I’m saved,” I thought as I envisaged taking refuge in the shop until the snow abated, but first I had to help the other poor customer I had left prostrate on the snowy ground.
“I’m so sorry” I said as I grabbed a handful of coat and pulled the stricken body to its feet.
The individual muttered incoherently under their breath as they brushed themselves off and I got the impression my apology was not accepted.
And when they began to turn in my direction I was bracing myself for a volley of abuse but to my great surprise I found the previously stricken figure to be Shula and the muttering scowling indignant face instantly changed to a beaming toothy smile when she recognized the face of her assailant.
“Simon” she said excitedly then cautiously gave a long look in the direction of the shop doorway.
Then in a quieter voice she continued
“I didn’t know it was you”
“Are you ok?” I asked
“I am now” she replied and glanced again at the door
I looked her up and down and I realised why I hadn’t recognized her before she was dressed in western clothes, jeans and trainers and a puffer jacket.
She was still looking anxiously towards the shop so I steered her around the side of the building and kissed Shula in the snow, which she reciprocated eagerly.
After a minute of mutually beneficial passion I unzipped her coat from the bottom and quickly inserted my hand inside her jumper very easily.
I must admit with Shula wearing western clothes it made it much easier to get to her goodies.
And I had just cupped one of her beautiful Christmas baubles when Aunt Anjuli called from the shop doorway
“Shushu?”
Reluctantly I released my grip on her plump titty and she quickly reshipped her coat
“I’ll be there in a moment Aunty” she called
Then she kissed me again
“Happy Christmas Shushu” I said
“Happy Christmas” she echoed
Then she added, “When will I get my present?”
“Oh very soon” I promised
Then I turned around and continued my journey home as the snow abated.
On Friday I slept until lunchtime, as that night was my first patrol with the Roving Angels.
I have to admit I did have my reservations about doing it despite Andrea’s encouragement and wondered if it was really for me.
I left the house in my newly acquired uniform, worn over several layers including Long John’s and the stout boots and socks I purchased in High Wycombe on St Andrews Day, as there was still snow on the ground.
As it was forecast to be minus 6 that night I was going to need every stitch to keep warm so I donned a woollen hat and scarf and gloves.
The Roving Angels had been in existence for about two years and was similar to the Street Angels, Street Pastors and other groups that had sprung up all across the UK in the previous 10 or 12 years.
They had made a really positive impact on crime and antisocial behaviour in Kiddingstone town centre over their first two years particularly in general vicinity of the bars and clubs.
They provide a calming presence on the streets late at night in situations where a police uniform might have the opposite effect.
In the two years since they began Roving Angels had contributed to a 29% fall in public place violence on the weekends.
It all began when Christian Churches in the area came together with the Police and the Borough Council to establish the Angels in Kiddingstone.
But it took People of Faith to make it work as with so many things in life.
To be perfectly honest I was feeling a little apprehensive about my maiden patrol as I drove to Kiddingstone.
I was after all doing something I had never done before and patrolling the streets in the small hours was not without its risks one of which being that drunks are such unpredictable creatures.
Not to mention the fact it was a bitterly cold night and I am a bit of a wimp and it was to be a long shift starting at 10pm and possibly finishing as late as 4am.
All the bars and clubs close for the night at 3 am but the clientele have been known to hang around.
I have to confess that when I went into the council building where the Angel volunteers congregated I had butterflies in my stomach.
I suppose I was nervous of meeting a bunch of strangers but when I walked in I found that I knew almost half of the assembled group one of whom was Tristan Bushe.
“Simon” he said offering his hand “good to see you”
“Hi Tris” I responded taking his hand “I didn’t know you were an Angel”
“Yes” he said “since the beginning”
“Really?” I asked
“Yes” he responded proudly “two years now”
Although I had been trained I didn’t really know what to expect so I was quite relieved to find I was going out on the first hour, the quiet hour, with Tris, who was a veteran.
As expected it was an uneventful maiden patrol which saw Tristan taking the lead with me carrying the back pack full of Flip flops, lollipops, space blankets and the first aid kit.
It was useful for me, Tris showed me the boundaries of the patrol area and he pointed out the potential hotspots for later, he showed me all the CCTV camera locations and identified areas not covered and crucially the radio dead zones.
Also the quiet stroll gave Tris and I a chance to chat.
He had also noticed the closeness between Tilly and Robert and he said
“I’ve never seen her so smitten”
He also thanked me for the heads up regarding Eleanor Overend’s house.
He had viewed the property and put an offer in before it even made it onto the market so he was dead chuffed, it hadn’t been accepted yet but he would go to the full asking price if he had to, he liked it that much.
So after the first uneventful hour there was an hour of coffee and chat in the council building then out again at midnight until one.
This also proved to be rather uneventful in fact Tristan said he had never known it so quiet, we concluded it must be the low temperature, no body was hanging around.
On our last lap around town we did come upon a group of girls who had just spilled out of one bar and were negotiating with the bouncers to get in another one and on the periphery of the group was a face I recognised.
I hesitated before speaking because I didn’t want to embarrass the girl but while I was wondering what best to do she spoke to me
“Hello Simon” Emily said a little tipsy
“Hello Em” I said
“What are you doing out this late?” I asked myself after all
She was still only sixteen.
It was then that I noticed a small group of lads lurking in the shadows.
“Are you on your own?” I asked, “Where’s Jen?”
Jenny was her best friend
She nodded in response to the first part and shrugged at the second, which I interpreted to mean they had had a falling out.
“You make sure you get a cab home,” I told her
“Ok” she answered
“Have you got enough money?” I asked
“Yes Simon” she replied
“What’s it got to do with you?” a loud mouthed girl from the main group said
“Are you a paedo?”
“That’s enough of that if you want to get in here,” the bouncer said
Then they all filed into the pub, Emily included.
The other girls were much older than her and I was a little worried, then the group of lads emerged from the shadows and also entered the pub.
“You know her then” Tris said as we headed back to the office.
“Yes” I replied, “Emily Gomez, she lives in the village”
I was mightily relieved to get back inside at one o’clock, I was frozen.
I don’t know how those girls could walk around half naked in that weather.
It took almost all the next hour to thaw out and I was not looking forward to another shift and I was mightily relieved when the Supervisor announced that we would be finishing at 3am.
Because it was so cold no one was hanging around to cause trouble so my final patrol was deemed unnecessary.
With that news Tris and I said our farewells and headed out towards the car park.
As we were walking down the road we saw a most extraordinary sight on the other side of the road.
There was a girl squatting beside a parked car pissing against the hubcap, which to all intents and purposes sounded like it was being jet washed.
At the same time her friend, I presumed she was a friend as they were engaged in conversation, was pissing like a horse against a shop door
But the remarkable thing to my mind was that while this was going on a young man walked briskly down the path between them and said
“Alright girls?” as he high fived them both.
I was absolutely gobsmacked at what I was seeing.
But Tristan on seeing my reaction just laughed, he had clearly seen it all before.
We were parked within a few cars of each other and after a brief chat Tris got in his and had driven out of the car park before I’d even started the engine.
Once the engine had warmed up a bit and hot air started to blow through the vents I got out and took off my coat and fleece.
I knew from the journey over, that once the heater got running full throttle it would be too hot with them on.
As I drove out of the car park the car was toasty warm.
As luck would have it my route took me past the railway station and the taxi rank and as I reached the former I noticed Emily staggering towards the latter.
And more alarmingly just behind her was the small bunch of lads I had seen earlier.
I pulled up just ahead of her and wound down the window.
“Do you want a lift?” I called
“I’ve got taxi fare,” she slurred
“Look” and she waved a ten-pound note at me.
“You’d better get in then” I said
When she got in the car I noticed she was shivering.
I reached over to the back seat and grabbed my fleece
“Put that around you” I suggested
“Ok” she said, “oooh it’s still warm”
Then I gave her my coat and put it over her legs and lap and tucked it around her.
When I looked up the young lads were just passing the car and they all stared in so I locked the doors.
On the journey back to the village I garnered from Emily that she had indeed fallen out with Jenny.
It was a typically trivial reason brought about by Jenny texting her boyfriend while Emily was on a sleepover at Jens.
Emily admitted she got jealous and stormed out of Jenny’s house and went to see another friend, Summer, who had the bright idea of going into Kiddingstone.
Summer then met her ex boyfriend and abandoned Emily who then tagged along with the group of older girls that I saw her with.
It was then that she started crying.
As luck would have it we were just approaching the same lay-by that Georgia and I stopped in last summer where she got her foot stuck and I banged her from behind over the front seat.
Such a romantic recollection and the reminiscence of that shag left me with a tingling dick
Anyway I turned into the lay-by to comfort Emily, and when I say comfort her I don’t mean shag her.
I had offered her a lift out of genuine Christian kindness and because I care about her and not because I wanted to take advantage of her while she was pissed.
Besides it was too cold for out door shenanigans and anyway I didn’t need Emily to be pissed to get in her knickers she was a game girl.
I really did just pull over to give her a hug and calm her down.
And as soon as I pulled on the hand brake she leapt into my arms.
“Oh Simon what am I going to do?” she sobbed, “I’ve been so stupid”
Well it took about 10 minutes to calm her down enough to establish that Jenny wasn’t expecting her back that night.
I certainly couldn’t take her home in her drunken state.
“You can sleep at mine, in the spare room” I said
“It doesn’t have to be the spare room” she slurred and placed her hand on my cock, which was already semi hard.
“You can stop tha...” I began but she had passed out and her hand went limp, it’s a shame my cock didn’t.
When I got back to the house my hard on was no more.
I pulled up on the drive and set about carrying the drunken Emily into the house.
Not an easy task considering she was barely seven stones.
In the end I chose the fireman’s lift technique, which was easiest once I got her out of the car.
I took her straight up the stairs and deposited her on the spare bed.
I left her there and went back downstairs to lock the car and secure the front door.
I then turned off the downstairs lights and went upstairs again.
In the spare room I found Emily exactly were I had left her.
I then set about undressing her.
The coat and shoes came off easy enough but everything else was anything but.
Of all the times I had stripped her naked I had never struggled so much to undress her.
It was much more difficult than I could ever have imagined.
When I was tugging her tights off I nearly pulled her straight off the bed.
Eventually after what seemed an eternity I had her down to her underwear.
Her knickers had ridden up so high that she had a camel toe and her bra was all askew so she had one tit in and one tit out.
As I stood looking down on her I thought to myself
“A lesser man than I would have fucked her anyway”
But where would the fun be in that, I like a girl to know what she’s getting.
When I finally got to my bed I went out like a light the moment my head hit the pillow.
It was just after eight when I awakened when Emily crawled into bed next to me fully dressed and cuddled up close.
She also managed to wake my one eyed friend as well who thought he might get dipped
“I’m sorry” Emily whispered
“What for?” I asked
“For being a drunken bum.” she said “and embarrassing myself”
“As long as you’ve learned a lesson,” I said sagely
“Am I forgiven then?” she asked
“Of course” I replied “but what about Jenny?”
“I phoned Jenny already and I’m off to see her now to make things up”
Then she kissed me and crawled out of bed again and she was gone.
Despite the fact that I had survived the busiest week I could remember and I been up half the night I struggled to get back to sleep so after tossing and turning for half an hour I decided to get up.
I was quite hungry so I cooked myself a full English breakfast and ate it on my lap in the lounge.
After that I switched on the computer and checked my emails of which there were very few and I quickly dealt with the ones I had.
I still wasn’t tired so I had a long soak in the bath and by the end of it I was yawning and after finishing my ablutions I returned to bed.
I had a lovely restful dream filled sleep, I was dreaming about Georgia’s tight young pussy around my cock and it felt so good.
It was a lovely dream and it was so vivid that I imagined I could feel her wet cunny sliding up and down my shaft but when I opened my eyes, sweet saucy Emily was riding me instead.
Completely naked wearing nothing but a smile Emily was gripping the headboard and looking down on me with a lustily smug expression on her face.
I slid my hands up her thighs and onto her tight young buttocks and as her plump brown tits hovered above my face I reached my lips up to towards her chocolate coloured nipples and then sucked on her delicious confections while she was impaling her eager young fanny on to my swollen shaft, pumping on me like a piston.
Emily’s tits jiggled uncontrollably and I had to abandon sucking on her teats as she rode me like a rodeo cowgirl thrashing about moaning like a wild beast before she screamed out in orgasm and my cock exploded in her tight cunny and she collapsed on top of me and we slept where we had come to rest.
So it was a very satisfying end to the busiest week of my life, which I’m pleased to say, ended blissfully with me getting my baubles wet.
Spurred on by Andrea’s words to me when she said
“You should give more of your self, If everyone gave one hour a week, what I change could be made to the world”
I knew I couldn’t argue with that so I threw myself into it and agreed to do everything I was asked.
As my knee still wasn’t a hundred percent and it was to be such a hectic week and as several of my commitments were in Kiddingstone I decided to hire a car, just a little puddle jumper, that would serve me all week which I could then use it to pick Georgia up in time for Christmas.
My busy week started on the morning of the third Sunday of advent where I was involved as a greeter, Katy Oliver wasn’t well enough for the service but she did put in an appearance for the carol singing at the Golf club that evening looking pale and wan.
She was under strict instructions from Dr Andrews not to attend any of the usual clutch of seasonal outdoor events, which although she was most unhappy about it she thankfully did as she was told as winter had arrived with a vengeance.
On Monday it was my turn to man the Soup Kitchen in Kiddingstone on a bitter cold night.
It was my first time there and what an eye opener it was.
I was absolutely staggered firstly by the number and variety of homeless people in a relatively small town and secondly by how human beings could survive living at the mercy of the elements.
Some of them, the lucky ones, we were able to place in hostels or shelters but for the rest all we could do was give them hot food and a blanket.
I had clearly found another deserving recipient for any money raised from the Overend stories.
I slept in until lunch time the following day and reflected on how lucky I was to have a comfortable home and a roof over my head.
On Tuesday night I was again out on the streets this time with the Christmas Charity Wagon.
It was an old brewer’s dray pulled by two white shire horses.
The whole thing was bedecked with tinsel and lights and carried on the back the church choir.
The rest of us went from door to door, as the wagon drove around the village, collecting donations in plastic buckets and handing out sweets to the children, Judith Hunt was among our number and her cheeks still looked flushed from our festive fuck.
On Wednesday afternoon it was The Santa Express, a renovated steam engine and coaches, which ran from Bushy Down station to a secret location where Santa was waiting in his grotto.
It picked up the local children and there parents late afternoon so that they arrived at the grotto in darkness in order to make the most of the spectacular lights.
The kids were going crazy with excitement and I have to confess I found it quite exciting myself.
But my job on the trip was to make sure none of the over excited little darlings fell off the train.
Victoria Braithwaite among others from the committee were also present and at one point she managed to trap me between the carriages armed with a bunch of mistletoe and only when she had satisfied herself and the pagan ritual she let me go.
Also helping on the trip were Robert and Tilly who seemed to have become inseparable in the short time since I introduced them.
I have never believed in love at first sight or in soul mates I thought them rather fanciful notions the stuff of romantic fiction and sentimental movies.
That is until I introduced them where they were instantly smitten. Afterwards when I saw them together, they were like two halves of a different whole.
Each of them was the missing piece in the others puzzle.
It wasn’t long ago that she said to me “I’m not looking for a life partner” well I think she’s found one whether she was looking or not.
I was so pleased for them especially Tilly, even if it meant I would no longer enjoy her hairy delights.
Now if the kids were excited on the way to the grotto then judging by the decibel level they were even more so on the way back.
Thursday was my day off but it was also the nativity play at St Lucy’s School and shortly after breakfast I took a phone call asking if I could help out but I had to decline.
I really needed to rest my knee for a few hours at least so apart from doing a machine full of laundry I did absolutely nothing all day until I Skyped Georgia in the evening, during which she asked me to pop round to her Mums because her Dad said he couldn’t get the web cam to work.
We both knew it probably meant that he had disabled it by accident but I had to go out in the cold just to tick a box.
The car was covered in frost so I decided to walk on the basis that I could walk there and back in the time it would take to sufficiently defrost the car.
As I suspected Geoff had accidentally disabled the web cam so I worked my magic and went back out into the cold night and by the time I got down the drive it had started snowing and by the time I reached the main road it was coming down hard and fast.
It was coming down so rapidly that visibility was reduced to zero.
It was so disorienting that I couldn’t have even found my way back to the Gregory’s despite being no more than 50 yards away.
So I inched my way along the footpath tucking up close to hedges, picket fences and garden walls so I didn’t wander off course.
When I reached the end of a row of houses I had to take a leap of faith, as I couldn’t see the other side of the road.
As I trudged onward I realised I had gone off course because I hadn’t reach the other side.
I had no idea how far I had gone I had no point of reference, I decided the best course of action was to veer left to try and find the footpath again.
Unfortunately I had no idea how far left to go or for that matter how far left I had already gone.
I was just beginning to panic when I tripped on a curbstone and crashed into another lost soul and we fell to the floor in an untidy heap.
When I got to my feet I found I was outside Mahajak’s
“I’m saved,” I thought as I envisaged taking refuge in the shop until the snow abated, but first I had to help the other poor customer I had left prostrate on the snowy ground.
“I’m so sorry” I said as I grabbed a handful of coat and pulled the stricken body to its feet.
The individual muttered incoherently under their breath as they brushed themselves off and I got the impression my apology was not accepted.
And when they began to turn in my direction I was bracing myself for a volley of abuse but to my great surprise I found the previously stricken figure to be Shula and the muttering scowling indignant face instantly changed to a beaming toothy smile when she recognized the face of her assailant.
“Simon” she said excitedly then cautiously gave a long look in the direction of the shop doorway.
Then in a quieter voice she continued
“I didn’t know it was you”
“Are you ok?” I asked
“I am now” she replied and glanced again at the door
I looked her up and down and I realised why I hadn’t recognized her before she was dressed in western clothes, jeans and trainers and a puffer jacket.
She was still looking anxiously towards the shop so I steered her around the side of the building and kissed Shula in the snow, which she reciprocated eagerly.
After a minute of mutually beneficial passion I unzipped her coat from the bottom and quickly inserted my hand inside her jumper very easily.
I must admit with Shula wearing western clothes it made it much easier to get to her goodies.
And I had just cupped one of her beautiful Christmas baubles when Aunt Anjuli called from the shop doorway
“Shushu?”
Reluctantly I released my grip on her plump titty and she quickly reshipped her coat
“I’ll be there in a moment Aunty” she called
Then she kissed me again
“Happy Christmas Shushu” I said
“Happy Christmas” she echoed
Then she added, “When will I get my present?”
“Oh very soon” I promised
Then I turned around and continued my journey home as the snow abated.
On Friday I slept until lunchtime, as that night was my first patrol with the Roving Angels.
I have to admit I did have my reservations about doing it despite Andrea’s encouragement and wondered if it was really for me.
I left the house in my newly acquired uniform, worn over several layers including Long John’s and the stout boots and socks I purchased in High Wycombe on St Andrews Day, as there was still snow on the ground.
As it was forecast to be minus 6 that night I was going to need every stitch to keep warm so I donned a woollen hat and scarf and gloves.
The Roving Angels had been in existence for about two years and was similar to the Street Angels, Street Pastors and other groups that had sprung up all across the UK in the previous 10 or 12 years.
They had made a really positive impact on crime and antisocial behaviour in Kiddingstone town centre over their first two years particularly in general vicinity of the bars and clubs.
They provide a calming presence on the streets late at night in situations where a police uniform might have the opposite effect.
In the two years since they began Roving Angels had contributed to a 29% fall in public place violence on the weekends.
It all began when Christian Churches in the area came together with the Police and the Borough Council to establish the Angels in Kiddingstone.
But it took People of Faith to make it work as with so many things in life.
To be perfectly honest I was feeling a little apprehensive about my maiden patrol as I drove to Kiddingstone.
I was after all doing something I had never done before and patrolling the streets in the small hours was not without its risks one of which being that drunks are such unpredictable creatures.
Not to mention the fact it was a bitterly cold night and I am a bit of a wimp and it was to be a long shift starting at 10pm and possibly finishing as late as 4am.
All the bars and clubs close for the night at 3 am but the clientele have been known to hang around.
I have to confess that when I went into the council building where the Angel volunteers congregated I had butterflies in my stomach.
I suppose I was nervous of meeting a bunch of strangers but when I walked in I found that I knew almost half of the assembled group one of whom was Tristan Bushe.
“Simon” he said offering his hand “good to see you”
“Hi Tris” I responded taking his hand “I didn’t know you were an Angel”
“Yes” he said “since the beginning”
“Really?” I asked
“Yes” he responded proudly “two years now”
Although I had been trained I didn’t really know what to expect so I was quite relieved to find I was going out on the first hour, the quiet hour, with Tris, who was a veteran.
As expected it was an uneventful maiden patrol which saw Tristan taking the lead with me carrying the back pack full of Flip flops, lollipops, space blankets and the first aid kit.
It was useful for me, Tris showed me the boundaries of the patrol area and he pointed out the potential hotspots for later, he showed me all the CCTV camera locations and identified areas not covered and crucially the radio dead zones.
Also the quiet stroll gave Tris and I a chance to chat.
He had also noticed the closeness between Tilly and Robert and he said
“I’ve never seen her so smitten”
He also thanked me for the heads up regarding Eleanor Overend’s house.
He had viewed the property and put an offer in before it even made it onto the market so he was dead chuffed, it hadn’t been accepted yet but he would go to the full asking price if he had to, he liked it that much.
So after the first uneventful hour there was an hour of coffee and chat in the council building then out again at midnight until one.
This also proved to be rather uneventful in fact Tristan said he had never known it so quiet, we concluded it must be the low temperature, no body was hanging around.
On our last lap around town we did come upon a group of girls who had just spilled out of one bar and were negotiating with the bouncers to get in another one and on the periphery of the group was a face I recognised.
I hesitated before speaking because I didn’t want to embarrass the girl but while I was wondering what best to do she spoke to me
“Hello Simon” Emily said a little tipsy
“Hello Em” I said
“What are you doing out this late?” I asked myself after all
She was still only sixteen.
It was then that I noticed a small group of lads lurking in the shadows.
“Are you on your own?” I asked, “Where’s Jen?”
Jenny was her best friend
She nodded in response to the first part and shrugged at the second, which I interpreted to mean they had had a falling out.
“You make sure you get a cab home,” I told her
“Ok” she answered
“Have you got enough money?” I asked
“Yes Simon” she replied
“What’s it got to do with you?” a loud mouthed girl from the main group said
“Are you a paedo?”
“That’s enough of that if you want to get in here,” the bouncer said
Then they all filed into the pub, Emily included.
The other girls were much older than her and I was a little worried, then the group of lads emerged from the shadows and also entered the pub.
“You know her then” Tris said as we headed back to the office.
“Yes” I replied, “Emily Gomez, she lives in the village”
I was mightily relieved to get back inside at one o’clock, I was frozen.
I don’t know how those girls could walk around half naked in that weather.
It took almost all the next hour to thaw out and I was not looking forward to another shift and I was mightily relieved when the Supervisor announced that we would be finishing at 3am.
Because it was so cold no one was hanging around to cause trouble so my final patrol was deemed unnecessary.
With that news Tris and I said our farewells and headed out towards the car park.
As we were walking down the road we saw a most extraordinary sight on the other side of the road.
There was a girl squatting beside a parked car pissing against the hubcap, which to all intents and purposes sounded like it was being jet washed.
At the same time her friend, I presumed she was a friend as they were engaged in conversation, was pissing like a horse against a shop door
But the remarkable thing to my mind was that while this was going on a young man walked briskly down the path between them and said
“Alright girls?” as he high fived them both.
I was absolutely gobsmacked at what I was seeing.
But Tristan on seeing my reaction just laughed, he had clearly seen it all before.
We were parked within a few cars of each other and after a brief chat Tris got in his and had driven out of the car park before I’d even started the engine.
Once the engine had warmed up a bit and hot air started to blow through the vents I got out and took off my coat and fleece.
I knew from the journey over, that once the heater got running full throttle it would be too hot with them on.
As I drove out of the car park the car was toasty warm.
As luck would have it my route took me past the railway station and the taxi rank and as I reached the former I noticed Emily staggering towards the latter.
And more alarmingly just behind her was the small bunch of lads I had seen earlier.
I pulled up just ahead of her and wound down the window.
“Do you want a lift?” I called
“I’ve got taxi fare,” she slurred
“Look” and she waved a ten-pound note at me.
“You’d better get in then” I said
When she got in the car I noticed she was shivering.
I reached over to the back seat and grabbed my fleece
“Put that around you” I suggested
“Ok” she said, “oooh it’s still warm”
Then I gave her my coat and put it over her legs and lap and tucked it around her.
When I looked up the young lads were just passing the car and they all stared in so I locked the doors.
On the journey back to the village I garnered from Emily that she had indeed fallen out with Jenny.
It was a typically trivial reason brought about by Jenny texting her boyfriend while Emily was on a sleepover at Jens.
Emily admitted she got jealous and stormed out of Jenny’s house and went to see another friend, Summer, who had the bright idea of going into Kiddingstone.
Summer then met her ex boyfriend and abandoned Emily who then tagged along with the group of older girls that I saw her with.
It was then that she started crying.
As luck would have it we were just approaching the same lay-by that Georgia and I stopped in last summer where she got her foot stuck and I banged her from behind over the front seat.
Such a romantic recollection and the reminiscence of that shag left me with a tingling dick
Anyway I turned into the lay-by to comfort Emily, and when I say comfort her I don’t mean shag her.
I had offered her a lift out of genuine Christian kindness and because I care about her and not because I wanted to take advantage of her while she was pissed.
Besides it was too cold for out door shenanigans and anyway I didn’t need Emily to be pissed to get in her knickers she was a game girl.
I really did just pull over to give her a hug and calm her down.
And as soon as I pulled on the hand brake she leapt into my arms.
“Oh Simon what am I going to do?” she sobbed, “I’ve been so stupid”
Well it took about 10 minutes to calm her down enough to establish that Jenny wasn’t expecting her back that night.
I certainly couldn’t take her home in her drunken state.
“You can sleep at mine, in the spare room” I said
“It doesn’t have to be the spare room” she slurred and placed her hand on my cock, which was already semi hard.
“You can stop tha...” I began but she had passed out and her hand went limp, it’s a shame my cock didn’t.
When I got back to the house my hard on was no more.
I pulled up on the drive and set about carrying the drunken Emily into the house.
Not an easy task considering she was barely seven stones.
In the end I chose the fireman’s lift technique, which was easiest once I got her out of the car.
I took her straight up the stairs and deposited her on the spare bed.
I left her there and went back downstairs to lock the car and secure the front door.
I then turned off the downstairs lights and went upstairs again.
In the spare room I found Emily exactly were I had left her.
I then set about undressing her.
The coat and shoes came off easy enough but everything else was anything but.
Of all the times I had stripped her naked I had never struggled so much to undress her.
It was much more difficult than I could ever have imagined.
When I was tugging her tights off I nearly pulled her straight off the bed.
Eventually after what seemed an eternity I had her down to her underwear.
Her knickers had ridden up so high that she had a camel toe and her bra was all askew so she had one tit in and one tit out.
As I stood looking down on her I thought to myself
“A lesser man than I would have fucked her anyway”
But where would the fun be in that, I like a girl to know what she’s getting.
When I finally got to my bed I went out like a light the moment my head hit the pillow.
It was just after eight when I awakened when Emily crawled into bed next to me fully dressed and cuddled up close.
She also managed to wake my one eyed friend as well who thought he might get dipped
“I’m sorry” Emily whispered
“What for?” I asked
“For being a drunken bum.” she said “and embarrassing myself”
“As long as you’ve learned a lesson,” I said sagely
“Am I forgiven then?” she asked
“Of course” I replied “but what about Jenny?”
“I phoned Jenny already and I’m off to see her now to make things up”
Then she kissed me and crawled out of bed again and she was gone.
Despite the fact that I had survived the busiest week I could remember and I been up half the night I struggled to get back to sleep so after tossing and turning for half an hour I decided to get up.
I was quite hungry so I cooked myself a full English breakfast and ate it on my lap in the lounge.
After that I switched on the computer and checked my emails of which there were very few and I quickly dealt with the ones I had.
I still wasn’t tired so I had a long soak in the bath and by the end of it I was yawning and after finishing my ablutions I returned to bed.
I had a lovely restful dream filled sleep, I was dreaming about Georgia’s tight young pussy around my cock and it felt so good.
It was a lovely dream and it was so vivid that I imagined I could feel her wet cunny sliding up and down my shaft but when I opened my eyes, sweet saucy Emily was riding me instead.
Completely naked wearing nothing but a smile Emily was gripping the headboard and looking down on me with a lustily smug expression on her face.
I slid my hands up her thighs and onto her tight young buttocks and as her plump brown tits hovered above my face I reached my lips up to towards her chocolate coloured nipples and then sucked on her delicious confections while she was impaling her eager young fanny on to my swollen shaft, pumping on me like a piston.
Emily’s tits jiggled uncontrollably and I had to abandon sucking on her teats as she rode me like a rodeo cowgirl thrashing about moaning like a wild beast before she screamed out in orgasm and my cock exploded in her tight cunny and she collapsed on top of me and we slept where we had come to rest.
So it was a very satisfying end to the busiest week of my life, which I’m pleased to say, ended blissfully with me getting my baubles wet.
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