On the morning after the Burns Night Supper, following an unexpected, but nonetheless extraordinarily passionate sexual encounter, I woke about midmorning to find Pandora Parkinson Brown under the duvet performing toe curling fellatio on me.
Under the circumstances there was only one thing I could do which was to join her under the covers and return the favour.
The result of this mutually generous act was that we didn’t arrive downstairs until lunchtime.
However I don’t wish to convey the impression that we were in anyway slovenly so I can honestly say that we were at least showered, though admittedly not dressed.
So we ate lunch rather decadently in bath robes and to be perfectly honest I was looking forward to spending the afternoon in a similar vein to the morning.
I’m sure that similar thoughts were crossing Pandora’s mind and the heat of passion was coursing through her veins as ferociously as my own, I definitely had a distinct trouser tickle and I felt sure Pandora was feeling the female equivalent there of.
So with that in mind I was just trying to formulate a plan to get inside her again when there was a knock on the front door.
“Who’s that?” Pandy asked with panic in her voice and a look on her face like a startled rabbit.
“I don’t know” I replied “go upstairs and I’ll find out”
I waited for Pandora to tiptoe upstairs and once she was safely out of sight I opened the door.
“My god” Frankie said “you do know it’s the afternoon”
“Shut your face” I responded “I had a late night”
“I can just imagine what you were doing” she said and then gesturing towards the Cherokee added “is this the lucky princess’s carriage?”
“No” I replied “Cinders went home already”
“So whose is that beast?”
“Its Pandora Parkinson Brown’s, she went to the Burns supper with Judith last night” I explained “She obviously went straight home last night so I’m dropping it off for her later”
“Ok” she said “I’m going to be a couple of hours finishing off”
“I’ll leave the door on the latch so you can use the facilities” I said and closed the door.
I ran upstairs to find Pandora pacing around the bedroom in her black silk knickers and her faux fur shrug; I never wanted her more than at that moment.
“What am I going to do?” she said panic stricken
“Well don’t panic for a start” I said
“It’s alright for you” she shouted “everyone already knows what you’re like”
Then she continued pacing, picked up her evening dress and threw it on the bed.
“What was I thinking” she ranted “how can I go home in that, everyone will know I’ve been out all night”
I left the room while she continued her rant and returned a few minutes later carrying some clothes in my arms.
“The Jeans and sweater are my Cousin Molly’s, she’s a similar shape to you” I said handing Pandora the clothes “and the pumps are Georgia’s she has the same size foot”
Pandora looked at me and then ran into my arms
“You’re a life saver” she said and kissed me
“Get dressed” I said and left the room again this time I returned carrying a holdall “Put your party clothes in this”
Pandora did as I told her; I quickly got dressed myself and went downstairs, Pandora walked gingerly down the stairs to join me after about ten minutes.
“Its ok Frankie’s out the front” I called from the lounge where I was looking through the window.
I walked towards the hall and added
“Leave the bag there” and taking her by the hand I led her out through the kitchen and out the back door and then into the garage.
“Wait in there” I instructed and kissed her forehead
I then went back in the house and picked up the holdall and the car keys and opened the front door.
I went to the back of the Cherokee and opened the tailgate and threw in the bag.
There was a car rug in the boot so I picked that up and closed the door again.
Then I opened the rear passenger door on the drivers side threw in the rug and left the door open before going back in the house.
I went straight out the back door and rejoined Pandora in the garage and told her what to do.
I took a deep breath before emerging from the front door and closing it behind me.
I gave Frankie a wave before opening the garage door.
Then I walked down the path to speak to her
“Hey Frankie” I called “I’m going to drop Pandora’s car off”
While I walked down the path Pandora crept out from the garage and onto the back seat of the car where she hid under the blanket.
“Ok” she replied
“I’ve left the door on the latch for you” I added “if you’re done before I get back can you lock it?”
“Sure thing” she replied
“The path looks great by the way” I said “but we’ll have to re-landscape the garden now”
“We?” Frankie said “I will have to re-landscape”
“There’s no “I” in team Frankie” I replied “See you later”
Once I was sure Pandora was safely hidden I went back up the path and closed the garage door.
I quickly checked Pandora couldn’t be seen before I closed the passenger door and got in the car.
“I think your reputation is safe madam” I whispered
“I feel like a scarlet woman” she giggled
“So do I” I replied
“You’re sex mad” she said
I looked in the rear view mirror as we drove though the village, Pandora was laying across the back seat completely covered by the blanket apart from her finger which were gripping the edge of the blanket and the top of her head, she looked like a chad.
Everytime we passed another car or a pedestrian I shouted
“Hide Mrs Chad”
Once through the village I headed towards the posh side of Bushy Down.
“I don’t get to Nob Hill as often as I’d like” I said
“I don’t get knob as often as I’d like” Pandy replied
“Pandora Parkinson Brown!!” I said shocked “I thought you were a lady”
“I am a lady, just Not when I’m with you” she replied “with you I can be a Trollope”
“Fare comment” I replied
When I got to Pandora’s, I drove the car onto her drive.
“Put it in the garage” Pandora said “the remote is in the glove compartment”
I opened the garage door as instructed and drove in, then closed the door behind me.
“We made it” Pandora yelled from beneath the blanket.
“Yes your reputation is unblemished” I agreed
We got out of the Cherokee and after retrieving her party clothes from the boot we went into the house safe from prying eyes.
We emerged in the kitchen where Pandora took the bag from me.
“Make a drink darling” she said “while I get changed”
So I boiled the kettle and made us coffee.
I was sat on a stool drinking mine when Pandy rejoined me in the kitchen about 15 minutes later.
She had indeed changed out of the borrowed items she arrived in; she was now standing in the doorway wearing matching red silk underwear, black stockings, high heeled shoes and a lascivious expression.
“Did someone order a scarlet woman?” she asked coyly
It took me completely by surprise and I almost fainted as all the blood rushed to my loins.
“I’m very partial to a scarlet woman” I said as I looked her up and down.
Pandora was such a classy woman even when she was playing the strumpet.
A classy chassis dressed in classy expensive lingerie, the camisole merely hinted at its formidable contents and only her proud peaks betrayed her arousal and her camiknickers were both flattering and tempting simultaneously while her black stockings were again of the highest quality as were their contents.
My hands sweated and my mouth salivated as I surveyed every inch of the gorgeous package
“Especially a posh one”
“Is that why you want me” she asked as she walked towards me on her high heels which probable cost more than my last royalty cheque. “Because I’m posh”
“I do like posh birds” I confessed “but I want you now because you’re hot”
“Good answer” Pandora said as she stood in front of me. “You can have the prize now”
Then she moved in close and kissed me slowly and deliberately and my cock almost burst out of my trousers.
“Can I unwrap it now?” I asked her between kisses
“You don’t have to unwrap it completely” she replied with a coy smile.
I knew precisely what she meant by that so I ran my fingers lightly across the cool silk of her camisole, they caressed gently around her breast and brushed her nipples, stirring them like an autumn breeze and making her suck air through her teeth before kissing me urgently.
My hand made full meaningful contact with her firm round breast and my thumb traced circles around the areola of her aroused teat.
Pandora pressed up against me so close a cigarette paper couldn’t have passed between us.
My hand abandoned her breast and joined its partner to fondle her ample silk clad buttocks.
She fidgeted and shuffled her feet and then lifted one leg and put her foot on the bottom rail of the stool.
This motion offered up her stocking topped thigh to within easy reach of my hand, a situation I immediately took advantage of.
Beginning at her knee I stroked her leg, the stocking was sheer and cool beneath my palm, the lace topping was luxurious and the flesh beyond as soft and silky as the red knickers at the top of her thigh.
We stopped kissing and Pandora rested her forehead against mine as my hand slipped up her knicker leg and my fingers were quickly toying amidst her pubic hairs.
I could feel Pandora’s breath on my face and as my fingers slipped into the creamy wetness between her lips she exclaimed a loud “Woarrr”
As I marvelled at her wetness and how delicious her cream felt between my fingers she moved her head next to mine so I could hear her murmuring and panting.
These erotic emanations soon turned to moans as I rubbed her clit and it wasn’t many moments before she stiffened in my arms as she came loudly in my ear at my tender touch.
Her arms were locked around my neck as she kissed my ear and chewed roughly on my earlobe before she wetly tongued every contour of my ear.
I grasped a handful of fleshy buttock in each hand and stood up, not an easy task with Pandora wrapped around my neck like an anaconda, but made all the more difficult by the added handicap of a rather noteworthy erection trying desperately to break free.
Still I wasn’t planning on a route march I only needed to stagger three paces, there I deposited Pandora’s plump arse on the island in the middle of the kitchen.
As her plump cheeks slapped onto the marble worktop she released her vice like grip, she looked at me very lustfully and smiled before resting her head on my chest.
She remained in that position all the while she was extricating my swollen member from my clothing.
When she had completed her task she looked back up at me, her mouth wearing a distinct leer as she grasped my cock tightly in her small hand.
I could have taken the opportunity to undress her, she wouldn’t have complained, but I knew that wasn’t what she wanted.
I put my hand on her cheek and turning her face towards me I kissed her lustful lips as she held on to my manhood as if her life depended on it.
With the merest of pressure I pulled her legs open and with her open to the fullest, I slipped my thumb up the leg of her silk panties and pulled them to one side and exposed the moist flesh.
So when I inched forward her hand guided me in.
“Woarrr” she roared in my mouth as I penetrated her.
She gripped my hips with her knees and her stiletto heels dug into my calves as I thrust into her a second and third time.
Pandora released her grip from about my neck and leant back, resting on her hands as she continued to receive me.
She was panting and puffing like a steam engine as I thrust again and again.
I was in no hurry to finish her as I wanted to savour every moment of it, after all now she had met Harry Beaumont, Harry of the beautiful hills, I couldn’t be sure if this was going to be the last time I got enjoy her.
But all things must come to an end and Pandora was on the brink of orgasm and exhaustion so as she had collapsed onto her back I slid both hands up under her camisole and groped at her beautiful tits while I quickened the pace until she screamed out in orgasm and I followed her with a grunt.
Pandora squirmed and sighed smugly,
“That was fab” she said
I thought to myself that if it was to be our swan song it wasn’t at all bad.
As it turned out my fears proved to be premature in regard to Pandora as she took me to her bed and kept me there until darkness fell. after which I walked home alone across the golf course unseen.
Saturday, 13 April 2013
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 55) The Burns Night Supper
On Monday afternoon, my progress was followed every step of the way as I left the leisure centre swimming pool complex, by the stern faced female employee who suspected me of having sex in a changing room cubicle.
She didn’t actually accuse me but I knew that she thought it and she was 100 percent correct in her suspicion.
But discretion being the better part of valour I thought it might be wise not to try that again for a while.
Early on Tuesday morning Frankie phoned me to say that she and Maisie would start work on the new path on Thursday but that the materials would be delivered sometime Wednesday afternoon and would I be at home to receive it, I confirmed that I would.
In fact I was going to be home all week and planned to catch up with my salacious writings, as I had some groin tingling research material under my belt.
After lunch however I did have a call from Dr Claire Andrews, asking if I could meet her at the village hall at 2 o’clock.
I would normally develop an immediate semi at the mention of the words “meeting” and “Claire” in the same sentence.
However I knew immediately by the unusual location that this was not a meeting for “Pleasure”.
So I had an early lunch and walked into the village for the appointed time.
As I approached the village hall I saw Claire and her practice manager Olivier Adamson walking through the gate.
Once inside I found the new vicar, Robert Hunter and his girlfriend Tilly Bushe along with several members from the church committee.
Pleasantries were exchanged and Olivier Adamson even smiled at me, it was the type of smile that a baby makes, which you think is cute but it turns out to be wind.
After which the business of the day could commence and given those assembled the only item on the agenda was Katy Oliver.
First of all I informed them that a new front path was being laid that week, it was suggested that it might be widened to accommodate a wheelchair, but I had already thought of that and it was all in hand.
The front door was already wide enough as was the hallway.
The second item discussed were the arrangements for when the medical equipment could be delivered.
Claire and I had provisionally agreed the first Monday in February; she had already done all the preliminary work it was just the final details to be sorted out.
Although I protested, it was decided a couple of volunteers would come and help me clear the lounge in readiness to receive a hospital bed and all its associated paraphernalia.
One area that took up quite some time to sort out was the nursing care.
The dioceses was to provide 24 hour nursing care for the last weeks but not for the whole period required so a Rota of volunteers would be required and someone to Co-ordinate it, the obvious choice for this was clearly Claire but I suggested my Cousin Molly, who worked in Kiddingstone now, to assist.
Equally important as Katy was such a popular person was a visitor’s rota and someone quite strict to administer it, this was a no brainer, so Olivier took this on.
The final item on the agenda was a date for when Katie would leave the Vicarage and take up residence in my house, however short that stay might be.
Katy was keen to do it sooner rather than later and get out of Roberts way.
Robert on the other hand was not eager to hurry her out the door any sooner than was necessary, so we could only narrow it down to the second week of February.
Robert and Tilly both volunteered to help her pack or redistribute her things as per her wishes.
I was keen that she should be able to surround herself with her personal things so I suggested I should make provision for that when preparing the room.
We adjourned the meeting and agreed to meet the same time the following week for a progress report.
Afterwards when almost everyone had left I got a chance to speak with Tilly alone for the first time since before Christmas.
“I have a confession to make,” She said sheepishly.
“What’s that?” I asked
“I haven’t finished your tapes yet” she said and covered her face with her hands.
“Is that all?” I asked
“What? You’re not cross with me?” she said through her fingers
“Of course not” I replied
“But I have no excuse” she admitted “no convoluted set of circumstances that would constitute a noble reason for not doing what I promised”
“You fell in love,” I said simply
“Yes I did” She responded blushing
“Well what better reason is there than that?” I continued
“Not very professional though” Tilly said hanging her head
“Sometimes life just has a habit of getting in the way,” I said philosophically
“I’m so sorry” she said
“Don’t be silly, it’s not important,” I said “just do them when you can”
But she didn’t look convinced
“Look, you’re so lucky, you’ve found love, just be happy”
“I am happy,” she said “and…”
“And what?” I asked
“We’re getting engaged” Tilly told me.
“That’s fantastic,” I said genuinely
“We’re not telling anyone yet” she explained, “we don’t want to upset Katy”
“Why would she be upset?” I asked
“Well I feel guilty enough that she has to give up her home” she said “To tell her about getting engaged feels like rubbing salt in the wound”
“Katy knows that life goes on” I explained, “Tell her, she will be so happy”
After a kiss and a hug we said goodbye and I returned home from the church hall, I phoned Molly and told her what I had volunteered her for.
As I suspected she was only too happy to help and promised to make next weeks meeting,
She also made other promises which I looked forward to her fulfilling, after that I threw myself into my work with relish and wrote well into the night.
On Wednesday I continued my fruitful writing with gusto interrupted only by occasional pangs of hunger and the promised delivery of building supplies Frankie had forewarned me about being deposited on my drive.
Bright and early Thursday morning Maisie knocked on the door.
“Hi Simon” she said brightly “Frankie’s on her way”
“Maisie!! You’re early” I replied
“Yes I know” she said “is the kettle on?”
“Its not, but come in anyway” I said
As I showed her into the kitchen I thought how confident she was now, with not a hint remaining of that timid creature I caught stealing from my garage.
After making a drink we sat at the kitchen table and chatted for the first time for ages.
India Carrington, her girlfriend, was the main topic of conversation.
It was quite sweet to hear her gushing about the girl she clearly loved.
“India said this” or “India did that” I of course could only picture them doing “this” or “that” to each other.
Which brought a tingle to my trousers and had Frankie not have knocked at the door I might well have taken advantage of the situation and nailed Maisie over the kitchen table, it wouldn’t have been the first time after all.
Anyway it wasn’t to be and the girls set about laying my new front path and I took my tingle into the study and put my dirty thoughts onto paper, or at least the page.
Which is where I stayed for the best part of the day, only stopping to feed and water the girls.
The weather couldn’t have been better for the job in hand and by the end of the day Frankie and Maisie had done really well and had got all the foundation work done.
Because the old stepped path was being replaced by one all on the same level, much of the first day was spent building up the level confined within retaining walls, they worked on until 7.30pm to make sure they completed stage one.
As they had stayed so late I ordered an Indian Takeaway and we sat in my lounge eating off trays on our laps.
Friday began dull and overcast but the sun soon burst through and was perfect for Frankie and Maisie to lay the paviers.
While they toiled outside I made a start packing away the contents of the lounge and apart from providing a regular supply of hot drinks and giving them a hot lunch I worked on the packing all day and the girls pressed on outside.
When I stopped at four o’clock all the paviers were down and Maisie was just hosing off the drive.
So after another successful day all that was needed was for Frankie to return on Saturday morning to apply the finishing touches.
When they had left for the day I carried the boxes of books and ornaments I had packed away through to the garage and then I was just on my way upstairs for a long relaxing bath when there was a knock at the door.
I thought one of the girls must have forgotten something but when I opened the door it was a young man in a smart suit.
“Mr. Fisher?” the young man asked
“Yes” I replied
“Clarion cars” He said and gestured towards the hire car
“Oh yes” I said and picked up the key from the hall table and handed it to him.
After a brief inspection of the vehicle and a signature he drove away.
I resumed my previous coarse and headed towards my relaxing bath, After which, cleaned and rejuvenated, I went downstairs in my dressing gown and made myself something to eat.
After dinner I decided to open a bottle of wine and put my feet up and watch a DVD.
There were only DVD’s and CD’s left in the lounge and the few remaining books that I deemed fit for a vicar eyes.
I went to the shelf and selected one of my all time favourites “Where Eagles Dare”.
While I was watching TV and struggling to keep my eyes open I suddenly remembered it was Burns Night and Pandora’s blind date with Harry Beaumont.
The Burns Night Supper is normally held on or near the poet, Robert Burn's birthday, 25 January, which this year fell on a Friday.
It was significant as it was not only Pandora’s first blind date ever but it was also her first date of any kind for almost 20 years.
She was understandably nervous about dating again and unsure she wanted a strange man going to her house so she had taken my advice and Pandora was driving to my house where she would leave her car on my drive and then walk next door to Judith’s where Mortimer would pick them both up and take them to the Oak Park Hotel.
I looked at the clock and saw that she would be there in about ten minutes, and Pandora was always punctual, so I thought I ought to put some clothes on.
Right on time Pandora arrived and reversed her Cherokee up the drive.
I watched through the window as she came to a stop, switched off the lights and got out.
I went to the front door and opened it just at the precise moment she reached it.
Pandora was immaculately dressed as usual in a full length green halter necked designer evening dress and a lavish faux fur shrug.
“Wow” I said, “you look stunning”
“Bless you darling” she responded “but I’m scared to death”
She handed me the car keys, in case I needed to move it
“You shouldn’t be Pandy” I reassured her “Harry will trip over his tongue when he sees you”
I slipped on some shoes and said
“Come on gorgeous I’ll escort you to Judith’s door”
She took my arm and as we walked down the new path she turned to me and asked with panic in her voice
“What if he doesn’t like me?”
Then she immediately looked down at the ground, I stopped and placed my hand under her chin and tilted her head up until I could look into her eyes.
“He’s going to love you the moment he sees you” I said to her softly
“I hope so” she replied forlornly
We continued walking and turned to go up to Judith’s door.
I rang the bell and it was opened in moments.
“Hello” Judith said cheerfully
“Hello Jude” Pandora said glumly as she stepped into the house
“Have a great time Pandora” I called after her
Pandora didn’t reply and Judith gave me a look
“Crisis of confidence” I whispered
“Oh I see,” she said sagely
She assured me she would massage her ego and ply her with drink until she cheered up.
We laughed and then I wished her a nice evening and returned home.
Once inside I resumed my seat and refilled my glass.
After taking a mouthful I leant back into the cushions and promptly fell asleep.
I woke up just after eleven o’clock, and I think I only woke up then because I needed a pee.
So I got up and attended to the matter in hand.
When I finished attending to my call of nature I was decidedly peckish so I went to the kitchen and made myself a snack.
Then I returned to my sofa, restarted the movie I began watching four hours earlier and sat eating cheese and biscuits’ as I watched the Richard Burton and Clint Eastwood taking on the Nazis.
At the end of the film I was still wide-awake so I got up and chose another DVD off the shelf.
I was about a quarter of the way through “The Fifth Element” when I detected the tell tale clip clop sound of high heels from outside.
I glanced at the clock and thought it must be Judith arriving home from the Supper so I returned my attention to the action.
When a moment later there was a knock on my front door.
I checked the clock again before I got up and walked out into the hall.
I opened the door and a rather tipsy Pandora almost fell through it.
“Hello Simon” she said with a flourish.
“You had a nice time then” I said as I helped her into the house.
“I had a wonderful time” she exclaimed
She tottered a few steps then kicked off her shoes, which made her a little more stable on her feet, and she quickly progressed into the lounge.
All the while talking nine to the dozen about how marvelous the evening was.
So much for the crisis of confidence, little miss insecure was nowhere to be seen.
“So Harry did like you then” I asked as she plopped down on the sofa.
“He did,” she said smiling
“And you like him?” I asked
“Yes” she said coyly
“Good” I said as I sat down next to her
“So what are you doing here then?”
“Well I saw your lights were still on from the taxi and I thought I’d come and tell you all about my evening” she explained.
“Why were you in a taxi?” I asked, “Why didn’t you come home with Judith?”
“Mortimer booked a room for them at the Oak Park as a surprise” Pandora said “very romantic”
“You could have got a room with Harry” I said
“No I couldn’t,” she said indignantly
“What kind of a woman do you think I am? I couldn’t do that on a first date, and I don’t think he could either”
Well I did have some experience of what Pandora was capable of but it would have been ungentlemanly to point it out to her so I just said
“High Wycombe”
“That was different” she said “anyway with you it doesn’t really count because you’re such a tart” and she roared with laughter to such an extent that she ended up collapsing in a heap with her head and shoulders on my lap.
“Harry Beaumont is a gentleman, you’re just my bit of rough” And she disintegrated into laughter again.
“So why didn’t Harry take you home then?” I asked when she had stopped chuckling
“Well he was over the limit and I thought it might be a bit awkward, to have him ride all the way over in the cab and then go all the way back” she explained at length
“And it would have been cruel to tantalize him with my gorgeousness for the whole journey only to dash his hopes”
This bought about another burst of laughter and when she eventually composed herself she was laying at full stretch on her back looking up at me
“Do you still think I’m gorgeous?” she asked, regally draped before me.
“Quite gorgeous” I conceded
“Well quite gorgeous won’t get you a look at the underwear I bought in town the other day” she said
“I bet it does,” I said as I slowly moved my right hand, which had been resting on her chuckling belly, up to caress the roundness of her breast.
“Well maybe” Pandora murmured as she tipped her head back and closed her eyes.
Her breast rose and fell in my hand as she breathed and as I caressed the heaving mound I felt her stiffening nipple beneath the fabric.
I was just about to employ my left hand to fondle her other breast when Pandora lifted her head and reached behind her neck and untied the halter.
And with a brief lick of the lips she returned to her serene reclining.
With my free hand I tugged gently on the halter until both magnificent breasts were fully exposed, topped by her succulent nipples standing proud like dark pink sentinels.
My eager hands grasped greedily at then and kneaded them like warm dough.
Her bottom squirmed discernibly as my fingers traced around her areolas and teased and toyed with her nipples until the stood as stiff as my little finger.
Her breasts were still heaving like two ships caught in an Atlantic swell as my right hand returned to her belly and joined my other hand in pulling the fabric of her dress upwards slowly exposing her black stockinged legs until the bulk of her skirts rested above her knees.
When the hem was in reach I placed my hand on her knee so it could begin its journey under her skirts and up the inside of her thigh.
The rising and falling of her chest increased exponentially with the progress of my hand, as did the licking of her lips.
It excited me very much looking down on her as I played with her body like a musical instrument.
I slowly stroked the inside of her upper thigh, almost reaching the source of her heat and then stroking away from it, repeatedly teasing her and delighting at the reactions on her sweet face.
Until, just at the point when she thought I would stop short again, my fingers reached her groin and the expression on her face was pure joy as my digits traced lightly up to her pubis and down to site of the itch she wanted me to scratch.
Even through her tights and panties the heat of her passion was palpable.
Then as I rubbed her pussy through two layers of material
Pandora suddenly sat bolt upright
“Ok” she said frantically “I’ll let you see my knickers”
Then she reached up and kissed me, she was a great kisser.
The quality of a kiss is difficult to define and it is like many other things of a sexual nature dependent on the perspective of the participants.
With kissing it can be the thickness of the lips, the width of the mouth, the size of the tongue, the size of the oral cavity and the amount of saliva produced.
Pandora scored highly on every criterion for me.
As she kissed me, she pulled herself up so she was seated on my lap,
This allowed my hand, which was still up her skirt, though dormant between her thighs, to make progress into her pants,
Her tights had begun falling down as she squirmed and fidgeted but when she suddenly sat upright the waistband had rolled down off her belly completely.
My hand was very quickly inside her tights and an instant later it was in turn inside the silk of her panties.
It paused momentarily with her public hair beneath my palm and the back of my hand pressed against expensive silk.
“Woarrr” she exclaimed in my face as my fingers slipped into her creamy wetness.
In fact so well primed was she that it was only a matter of minutes before she came and she was again on the move.
This time she scrambled up so she was straddling me I managed to get my hand out of her knickers just in time otherwise she might have broken my wrist.
She was kissing me almost absentminded as she struggled desperately to undo my belt.
I had both hands up her skirt at this point and quickly tugged both knickers and tights off her plump buttocks and even had time for a long appreciative squeeze of each buttock before she finished with my belt and moved onto my fly.
She had now stopped kissing me and was concentrating so intently that she had her tongue poking out the corner of her mouth. So along with her great arse I took matters into my own hands.
I rolled her sideways onto the sofa and swiftly removed her tights and panties then I knelt between her naked legs stroking her thighs while she finished her task on my trousers.
Once she had finished she lay back smugly and watched on, as I stood up and stripped off and with her gaze firmly fixed on my erection she said.
“Now come and enjoy my gorgeousness”
But I knelt down on the floor and as I began kissing her thigh I said
“I want to enjoy your deliciousness first”
“Do that later darling” she urged “I want you now”
I stopped kissing her flesh and looked up at her
“Oh there’s a later is there”? I asked
“There’s going to be a later and twice in the morning if I’m a lucky girl” she replied
So I decided not to give her head and climbed on top of her pausing only a moment to suck on one of her teats.
Then I kissed her as she grasped my cock firmly and guided me between her moist lips.
“Woarrr” she exclaimed in my face again as I penetrated her.
I couldn’t recall at that precise moment the number of lips I’d parted on that sofa but I knew that I wouldn’t forget Pandora’s warm welcoming wetness for a long time.
Pandora dug her heels into the sofa and gripped my buttocks hard; digging her nails into my flesh as she repeatedly pulled me into her hot cunny.
I rested my weight on one arm as I fondled her breast with my free hand and watched the ecstasy etched into her face as she urged me to finish her and in three spine tingling thrusts we both came in noisy unison.
As we lay panting on the sofa still entwined and with me still inside her, Pandora said
“Do I get to stay for later’s?”
“I think you might just about qualify” I replied
So after an appropriate period of recovery and a well-earned drink I took Pandora off to bed and let her take me to paradise.
And as we lay together spent and disgraced I thought to myself
“I’ll have to finish watching that movie tomorrow”
She didn’t actually accuse me but I knew that she thought it and she was 100 percent correct in her suspicion.
But discretion being the better part of valour I thought it might be wise not to try that again for a while.
Early on Tuesday morning Frankie phoned me to say that she and Maisie would start work on the new path on Thursday but that the materials would be delivered sometime Wednesday afternoon and would I be at home to receive it, I confirmed that I would.
In fact I was going to be home all week and planned to catch up with my salacious writings, as I had some groin tingling research material under my belt.
After lunch however I did have a call from Dr Claire Andrews, asking if I could meet her at the village hall at 2 o’clock.
I would normally develop an immediate semi at the mention of the words “meeting” and “Claire” in the same sentence.
However I knew immediately by the unusual location that this was not a meeting for “Pleasure”.
So I had an early lunch and walked into the village for the appointed time.
As I approached the village hall I saw Claire and her practice manager Olivier Adamson walking through the gate.
Once inside I found the new vicar, Robert Hunter and his girlfriend Tilly Bushe along with several members from the church committee.
Pleasantries were exchanged and Olivier Adamson even smiled at me, it was the type of smile that a baby makes, which you think is cute but it turns out to be wind.
After which the business of the day could commence and given those assembled the only item on the agenda was Katy Oliver.
First of all I informed them that a new front path was being laid that week, it was suggested that it might be widened to accommodate a wheelchair, but I had already thought of that and it was all in hand.
The front door was already wide enough as was the hallway.
The second item discussed were the arrangements for when the medical equipment could be delivered.
Claire and I had provisionally agreed the first Monday in February; she had already done all the preliminary work it was just the final details to be sorted out.
Although I protested, it was decided a couple of volunteers would come and help me clear the lounge in readiness to receive a hospital bed and all its associated paraphernalia.
One area that took up quite some time to sort out was the nursing care.
The dioceses was to provide 24 hour nursing care for the last weeks but not for the whole period required so a Rota of volunteers would be required and someone to Co-ordinate it, the obvious choice for this was clearly Claire but I suggested my Cousin Molly, who worked in Kiddingstone now, to assist.
Equally important as Katy was such a popular person was a visitor’s rota and someone quite strict to administer it, this was a no brainer, so Olivier took this on.
The final item on the agenda was a date for when Katie would leave the Vicarage and take up residence in my house, however short that stay might be.
Katy was keen to do it sooner rather than later and get out of Roberts way.
Robert on the other hand was not eager to hurry her out the door any sooner than was necessary, so we could only narrow it down to the second week of February.
Robert and Tilly both volunteered to help her pack or redistribute her things as per her wishes.
I was keen that she should be able to surround herself with her personal things so I suggested I should make provision for that when preparing the room.
We adjourned the meeting and agreed to meet the same time the following week for a progress report.
Afterwards when almost everyone had left I got a chance to speak with Tilly alone for the first time since before Christmas.
“I have a confession to make,” She said sheepishly.
“What’s that?” I asked
“I haven’t finished your tapes yet” she said and covered her face with her hands.
“Is that all?” I asked
“What? You’re not cross with me?” she said through her fingers
“Of course not” I replied
“But I have no excuse” she admitted “no convoluted set of circumstances that would constitute a noble reason for not doing what I promised”
“You fell in love,” I said simply
“Yes I did” She responded blushing
“Well what better reason is there than that?” I continued
“Not very professional though” Tilly said hanging her head
“Sometimes life just has a habit of getting in the way,” I said philosophically
“I’m so sorry” she said
“Don’t be silly, it’s not important,” I said “just do them when you can”
But she didn’t look convinced
“Look, you’re so lucky, you’ve found love, just be happy”
“I am happy,” she said “and…”
“And what?” I asked
“We’re getting engaged” Tilly told me.
“That’s fantastic,” I said genuinely
“We’re not telling anyone yet” she explained, “we don’t want to upset Katy”
“Why would she be upset?” I asked
“Well I feel guilty enough that she has to give up her home” she said “To tell her about getting engaged feels like rubbing salt in the wound”
“Katy knows that life goes on” I explained, “Tell her, she will be so happy”
After a kiss and a hug we said goodbye and I returned home from the church hall, I phoned Molly and told her what I had volunteered her for.
As I suspected she was only too happy to help and promised to make next weeks meeting,
She also made other promises which I looked forward to her fulfilling, after that I threw myself into my work with relish and wrote well into the night.
On Wednesday I continued my fruitful writing with gusto interrupted only by occasional pangs of hunger and the promised delivery of building supplies Frankie had forewarned me about being deposited on my drive.
Bright and early Thursday morning Maisie knocked on the door.
“Hi Simon” she said brightly “Frankie’s on her way”
“Maisie!! You’re early” I replied
“Yes I know” she said “is the kettle on?”
“Its not, but come in anyway” I said
As I showed her into the kitchen I thought how confident she was now, with not a hint remaining of that timid creature I caught stealing from my garage.
After making a drink we sat at the kitchen table and chatted for the first time for ages.
India Carrington, her girlfriend, was the main topic of conversation.
It was quite sweet to hear her gushing about the girl she clearly loved.
“India said this” or “India did that” I of course could only picture them doing “this” or “that” to each other.
Which brought a tingle to my trousers and had Frankie not have knocked at the door I might well have taken advantage of the situation and nailed Maisie over the kitchen table, it wouldn’t have been the first time after all.
Anyway it wasn’t to be and the girls set about laying my new front path and I took my tingle into the study and put my dirty thoughts onto paper, or at least the page.
Which is where I stayed for the best part of the day, only stopping to feed and water the girls.
The weather couldn’t have been better for the job in hand and by the end of the day Frankie and Maisie had done really well and had got all the foundation work done.
Because the old stepped path was being replaced by one all on the same level, much of the first day was spent building up the level confined within retaining walls, they worked on until 7.30pm to make sure they completed stage one.
As they had stayed so late I ordered an Indian Takeaway and we sat in my lounge eating off trays on our laps.
Friday began dull and overcast but the sun soon burst through and was perfect for Frankie and Maisie to lay the paviers.
While they toiled outside I made a start packing away the contents of the lounge and apart from providing a regular supply of hot drinks and giving them a hot lunch I worked on the packing all day and the girls pressed on outside.
When I stopped at four o’clock all the paviers were down and Maisie was just hosing off the drive.
So after another successful day all that was needed was for Frankie to return on Saturday morning to apply the finishing touches.
When they had left for the day I carried the boxes of books and ornaments I had packed away through to the garage and then I was just on my way upstairs for a long relaxing bath when there was a knock at the door.
I thought one of the girls must have forgotten something but when I opened the door it was a young man in a smart suit.
“Mr. Fisher?” the young man asked
“Yes” I replied
“Clarion cars” He said and gestured towards the hire car
“Oh yes” I said and picked up the key from the hall table and handed it to him.
After a brief inspection of the vehicle and a signature he drove away.
I resumed my previous coarse and headed towards my relaxing bath, After which, cleaned and rejuvenated, I went downstairs in my dressing gown and made myself something to eat.
After dinner I decided to open a bottle of wine and put my feet up and watch a DVD.
There were only DVD’s and CD’s left in the lounge and the few remaining books that I deemed fit for a vicar eyes.
I went to the shelf and selected one of my all time favourites “Where Eagles Dare”.
While I was watching TV and struggling to keep my eyes open I suddenly remembered it was Burns Night and Pandora’s blind date with Harry Beaumont.
The Burns Night Supper is normally held on or near the poet, Robert Burn's birthday, 25 January, which this year fell on a Friday.
It was significant as it was not only Pandora’s first blind date ever but it was also her first date of any kind for almost 20 years.
She was understandably nervous about dating again and unsure she wanted a strange man going to her house so she had taken my advice and Pandora was driving to my house where she would leave her car on my drive and then walk next door to Judith’s where Mortimer would pick them both up and take them to the Oak Park Hotel.
I looked at the clock and saw that she would be there in about ten minutes, and Pandora was always punctual, so I thought I ought to put some clothes on.
Right on time Pandora arrived and reversed her Cherokee up the drive.
I watched through the window as she came to a stop, switched off the lights and got out.
I went to the front door and opened it just at the precise moment she reached it.
Pandora was immaculately dressed as usual in a full length green halter necked designer evening dress and a lavish faux fur shrug.
“Wow” I said, “you look stunning”
“Bless you darling” she responded “but I’m scared to death”
She handed me the car keys, in case I needed to move it
“You shouldn’t be Pandy” I reassured her “Harry will trip over his tongue when he sees you”
I slipped on some shoes and said
“Come on gorgeous I’ll escort you to Judith’s door”
She took my arm and as we walked down the new path she turned to me and asked with panic in her voice
“What if he doesn’t like me?”
Then she immediately looked down at the ground, I stopped and placed my hand under her chin and tilted her head up until I could look into her eyes.
“He’s going to love you the moment he sees you” I said to her softly
“I hope so” she replied forlornly
We continued walking and turned to go up to Judith’s door.
I rang the bell and it was opened in moments.
“Hello” Judith said cheerfully
“Hello Jude” Pandora said glumly as she stepped into the house
“Have a great time Pandora” I called after her
Pandora didn’t reply and Judith gave me a look
“Crisis of confidence” I whispered
“Oh I see,” she said sagely
She assured me she would massage her ego and ply her with drink until she cheered up.
We laughed and then I wished her a nice evening and returned home.
Once inside I resumed my seat and refilled my glass.
After taking a mouthful I leant back into the cushions and promptly fell asleep.
I woke up just after eleven o’clock, and I think I only woke up then because I needed a pee.
So I got up and attended to the matter in hand.
When I finished attending to my call of nature I was decidedly peckish so I went to the kitchen and made myself a snack.
Then I returned to my sofa, restarted the movie I began watching four hours earlier and sat eating cheese and biscuits’ as I watched the Richard Burton and Clint Eastwood taking on the Nazis.
At the end of the film I was still wide-awake so I got up and chose another DVD off the shelf.
I was about a quarter of the way through “The Fifth Element” when I detected the tell tale clip clop sound of high heels from outside.
I glanced at the clock and thought it must be Judith arriving home from the Supper so I returned my attention to the action.
When a moment later there was a knock on my front door.
I checked the clock again before I got up and walked out into the hall.
I opened the door and a rather tipsy Pandora almost fell through it.
“Hello Simon” she said with a flourish.
“You had a nice time then” I said as I helped her into the house.
“I had a wonderful time” she exclaimed
She tottered a few steps then kicked off her shoes, which made her a little more stable on her feet, and she quickly progressed into the lounge.
All the while talking nine to the dozen about how marvelous the evening was.
So much for the crisis of confidence, little miss insecure was nowhere to be seen.
“So Harry did like you then” I asked as she plopped down on the sofa.
“He did,” she said smiling
“And you like him?” I asked
“Yes” she said coyly
“Good” I said as I sat down next to her
“So what are you doing here then?”
“Well I saw your lights were still on from the taxi and I thought I’d come and tell you all about my evening” she explained.
“Why were you in a taxi?” I asked, “Why didn’t you come home with Judith?”
“Mortimer booked a room for them at the Oak Park as a surprise” Pandora said “very romantic”
“You could have got a room with Harry” I said
“No I couldn’t,” she said indignantly
“What kind of a woman do you think I am? I couldn’t do that on a first date, and I don’t think he could either”
Well I did have some experience of what Pandora was capable of but it would have been ungentlemanly to point it out to her so I just said
“High Wycombe”
“That was different” she said “anyway with you it doesn’t really count because you’re such a tart” and she roared with laughter to such an extent that she ended up collapsing in a heap with her head and shoulders on my lap.
“Harry Beaumont is a gentleman, you’re just my bit of rough” And she disintegrated into laughter again.
“So why didn’t Harry take you home then?” I asked when she had stopped chuckling
“Well he was over the limit and I thought it might be a bit awkward, to have him ride all the way over in the cab and then go all the way back” she explained at length
“And it would have been cruel to tantalize him with my gorgeousness for the whole journey only to dash his hopes”
This bought about another burst of laughter and when she eventually composed herself she was laying at full stretch on her back looking up at me
“Do you still think I’m gorgeous?” she asked, regally draped before me.
“Quite gorgeous” I conceded
“Well quite gorgeous won’t get you a look at the underwear I bought in town the other day” she said
“I bet it does,” I said as I slowly moved my right hand, which had been resting on her chuckling belly, up to caress the roundness of her breast.
“Well maybe” Pandora murmured as she tipped her head back and closed her eyes.
Her breast rose and fell in my hand as she breathed and as I caressed the heaving mound I felt her stiffening nipple beneath the fabric.
I was just about to employ my left hand to fondle her other breast when Pandora lifted her head and reached behind her neck and untied the halter.
And with a brief lick of the lips she returned to her serene reclining.
With my free hand I tugged gently on the halter until both magnificent breasts were fully exposed, topped by her succulent nipples standing proud like dark pink sentinels.
My eager hands grasped greedily at then and kneaded them like warm dough.
Her bottom squirmed discernibly as my fingers traced around her areolas and teased and toyed with her nipples until the stood as stiff as my little finger.
Her breasts were still heaving like two ships caught in an Atlantic swell as my right hand returned to her belly and joined my other hand in pulling the fabric of her dress upwards slowly exposing her black stockinged legs until the bulk of her skirts rested above her knees.
When the hem was in reach I placed my hand on her knee so it could begin its journey under her skirts and up the inside of her thigh.
The rising and falling of her chest increased exponentially with the progress of my hand, as did the licking of her lips.
It excited me very much looking down on her as I played with her body like a musical instrument.
I slowly stroked the inside of her upper thigh, almost reaching the source of her heat and then stroking away from it, repeatedly teasing her and delighting at the reactions on her sweet face.
Until, just at the point when she thought I would stop short again, my fingers reached her groin and the expression on her face was pure joy as my digits traced lightly up to her pubis and down to site of the itch she wanted me to scratch.
Even through her tights and panties the heat of her passion was palpable.
Then as I rubbed her pussy through two layers of material
Pandora suddenly sat bolt upright
“Ok” she said frantically “I’ll let you see my knickers”
Then she reached up and kissed me, she was a great kisser.
The quality of a kiss is difficult to define and it is like many other things of a sexual nature dependent on the perspective of the participants.
With kissing it can be the thickness of the lips, the width of the mouth, the size of the tongue, the size of the oral cavity and the amount of saliva produced.
Pandora scored highly on every criterion for me.
As she kissed me, she pulled herself up so she was seated on my lap,
This allowed my hand, which was still up her skirt, though dormant between her thighs, to make progress into her pants,
Her tights had begun falling down as she squirmed and fidgeted but when she suddenly sat upright the waistband had rolled down off her belly completely.
My hand was very quickly inside her tights and an instant later it was in turn inside the silk of her panties.
It paused momentarily with her public hair beneath my palm and the back of my hand pressed against expensive silk.
“Woarrr” she exclaimed in my face as my fingers slipped into her creamy wetness.
In fact so well primed was she that it was only a matter of minutes before she came and she was again on the move.
This time she scrambled up so she was straddling me I managed to get my hand out of her knickers just in time otherwise she might have broken my wrist.
She was kissing me almost absentminded as she struggled desperately to undo my belt.
I had both hands up her skirt at this point and quickly tugged both knickers and tights off her plump buttocks and even had time for a long appreciative squeeze of each buttock before she finished with my belt and moved onto my fly.
She had now stopped kissing me and was concentrating so intently that she had her tongue poking out the corner of her mouth. So along with her great arse I took matters into my own hands.
I rolled her sideways onto the sofa and swiftly removed her tights and panties then I knelt between her naked legs stroking her thighs while she finished her task on my trousers.
Once she had finished she lay back smugly and watched on, as I stood up and stripped off and with her gaze firmly fixed on my erection she said.
“Now come and enjoy my gorgeousness”
But I knelt down on the floor and as I began kissing her thigh I said
“I want to enjoy your deliciousness first”
“Do that later darling” she urged “I want you now”
I stopped kissing her flesh and looked up at her
“Oh there’s a later is there”? I asked
“There’s going to be a later and twice in the morning if I’m a lucky girl” she replied
So I decided not to give her head and climbed on top of her pausing only a moment to suck on one of her teats.
Then I kissed her as she grasped my cock firmly and guided me between her moist lips.
“Woarrr” she exclaimed in my face again as I penetrated her.
I couldn’t recall at that precise moment the number of lips I’d parted on that sofa but I knew that I wouldn’t forget Pandora’s warm welcoming wetness for a long time.
Pandora dug her heels into the sofa and gripped my buttocks hard; digging her nails into my flesh as she repeatedly pulled me into her hot cunny.
I rested my weight on one arm as I fondled her breast with my free hand and watched the ecstasy etched into her face as she urged me to finish her and in three spine tingling thrusts we both came in noisy unison.
As we lay panting on the sofa still entwined and with me still inside her, Pandora said
“Do I get to stay for later’s?”
“I think you might just about qualify” I replied
So after an appropriate period of recovery and a well-earned drink I took Pandora off to bed and let her take me to paradise.
And as we lay together spent and disgraced I thought to myself
“I’ll have to finish watching that movie tomorrow”
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 54) Sport And Leisure
After making sweet tender love on a cold winter afternoon to Claire and I could regrettably only dwell briefly in the after glow as we had a difficult yet pressing task to undertake.
So after redressing for the second time that day we left the house and drove the short distance to the vicarage as the snow lightly fell again.
We had a long, emotional and at times tearful visit with Katy.
But by the end of it we had managed to persuade her to accept my offer and move into my house as soon as all the arrangements could be made.
We left the vicarage emotionally drained and physically exhausted but nonetheless elated at having achieved our objective.
I declined Claire’s offer to drop me at home as I needed some essentials from Mahajak’s.
“Well I need to get to bed” Claire said and yawned
“What again?” I asked
“Yes” she replied “but not for that”
Claire blushed and got in the car then she said
“I’ll call you”
“Ok hon” I almost responded but substituted “doc” in place of “hon” just in time.
I then walked across to Mahajak’s; I didn’t need much just bread and milk mainly but by the time I had wandered around the shop I had a basket full.
When I got to the counter there was no one serving but I could hear Shula and Anjuli talking beyond the bead curtain.
“Maisie said she can work all day on Monday if we need her” Anjuli Said
“Really Aunty?” Shula asked, “So we can go?”
“Yes all afternoon if you like Shushu” she replied
“I have really missed swimming” Shula said excitedly and then suddenly appeared through the curtains
“Oh” she said on seeing me and as was her habit she blushed. “Hello Simon I didn’t know you were there”
“Hello Shula” I said, “How are you?”
“I’m fine” she replied
And as she handed me my bag of groceries I squeezed her hand and she giggled and as I gave her the money she squeezed mine back.
Then I smiled and said
“I hope you enjoy your swim on Monday” and Shula blushed again.
Then in a quieter voice I continued
“I have fond memories of the swimming baths and in particular the changing rooms”
And she dropped the money I had just given her.
As I was approaching my house a car pulled up outside Judith’s house and a distinguished looking gentleman got out of the drivers side and hurried round to open the passenger door.
He then proffered his hand to the passenger who took it without a second thought and he helped the lady out of the car.
The lady in question turned out to Judith who gave me a wave and a smile when she eventually took her eyes off her escort.
“Hi Judith” I called
“Simon are you all right?” she asked with concern “We heard about your accident”
“I’m fine thanks” I answered, “I just had mild exposure”
“Oh? And what were you exposing?” she asked with a laugh
“Nothing at all” I said and glanced in the direction of her escort
“Oh how rude” she said “Simon this is Mortimer Beaumont”
“Mortimer this is my friend and neighbour Simon Fisher”
“Nice to meet you Mortimer” I said and shook his hand
“You too Simon, but please call me Morty”
“Beaumont?” I exclaimed, “Are you any relation to Harry?”
“Yes” Morty said, “He’s my baby brother”
“Really? He was over here this morning; he got me in when I was locked out”
I said
“Harry’s like that” he said proudly
“Well it was nice meeting you,” I said
“Likewise” he concurred and we shook hands again
Judith and I said our goodbyes and I watched her and her new man Mortimer walk up the path and I surmised by the spring in Judith’s step she was obviously getting mortified on a regular basis.
When I got to my front door I realized I’d made a real mess of my front step.
There were bits of broken pixie everywhere and I had broken the corner off one slab and cracked another, I would have to ask Frankie to replace it.
It had to be up to snuff with all the comings and goings of the next few months.
When I got inside I phoned Frankie straight away but only got her voice mail so I left her a message asking her to come and quote for some hard landscaping work.
I replaced the phone on the cradle and went outside to sweep the debris off the step and path, after which I made myself some food; I was starving, so I made a delicious Spanish omelet.
An hour after that I went to bed and woke at 10 o’clock next day.
When I went downstairs the next morning I noticed something on the doormat and when I went to investigate I discovered it was a car key on a fob.
It appeared that although I hadn’t requested one the Hire Company had dropped off a replacement car.
I phoned them immediately to say that there must have been some kind of misunderstanding but it turned out that there was not.
As I was supplied with an un-roadworthy vehicle at the airport I was to have one-week free hire courtesy of Clarion Cars.
I thanked them very much and assumed that Alan Richards, the good Doctor Andrews Mechanic patient, had given Clarion an unfavorable report on the cars condition and that the accident was due to mechanical failure and not, as was the fact, due to my inadequacy as an all weather driver.
I had no particular need of it as I wasn’t planning on leaving the house all of Saturday and I was only going to church on Sunday But in the spirit of not looking a gift horse in the mouth I thought I might get some use out of it the following week.
I had such a lazy day on Saturday that I didn’t even bother to get dressed and the most strenuous thing I did was put a frozen dinner in the microwave.
I did however take a phone call or two, one of which was from Frankie Carpenter in response to the voice mail I left her the day before.
“Hi Frankie” I said, “thanks for ringing back”
“Hello Simon” she responded, “I got your message, I trust “Hard Landscaping” isn’t a euphemism for one of your perversions”
“No its not” I said laughing “I need you to and give me a quote for a new front path and doorstep”
“I can come on Monday morning as long as it doesn’t involve you grabbing my Charlie’s,” she said
“Don’t kid a kidder Frankie” I replied “you love it when I have a grab for your Norks”
“I don’t know what you mean” she replied innocently and laughed before she asked
“Why do you want a new path anyway?”
I explained the events leading up to the point when I did the damage including how close I came to dying from exposure and she laughed again, heartless cow.
The other phone call was from Claire, which was much longer in duration than the previous one due to the subject matter, namely the arrangements for Katy Oliver’s palliative care.
Part of the discussion was making the arrangements for when the medical equipment could be delivered.
We provisionally settled on the first Monday in February, Claire would take care of all the details and all I had to do was ensure the lounge was sufficiently de-cluttered to receive an hospital bed and all its associated paraphernalia.
By the evening I was exhausted again and I was about to go to bed when I suddenly remembered I hadn’t Skyped Georgia.
So I thought I had better do that first.
During the course of the conversation I told her of my adventures in the snow and my subsequent life threatening exposure.
“Mild exposure” she corrected me “mum told me earlier”
“How did she know?” I asked
“Its all round the village” she replied
I hoped the way Claire brought my stricken manhood back to life wasn’t all round the village.
I finally got to bed an hour later than I had wanted too because of my call to Georgie and considering the total lack of sympathy I got after my perilous tale I wished I hadn’t bothered.
I awoke on Sunday morning to find the thaw had set in and the snow was clearing away.
As it was the Sunday after my near death experience I thought it best to reacquaint myself with the lord.
So I left home early on a bright winter morning and walked alone to the Church, it was a mild morning but the atmosphere was rather frosty, there were lots of hushed whispers and sideways looks, people talking behind hands and the like so by the time I was seated in the church I was not feeling the love after the very unchristian behaviour.
It was only when Judith and Victoria arrived that someone actually spoke to me.
“Morning Simon” they chorused
“Hi girls” I said “you’re talking to me then?”
“Oh don’t mind those small minded morons,” Victoria said giving the rubber Neckers one of her looks.
After the service Tilly and Robert came and spoke to me at the back of the church, it was the first time I’d seen Tilly for a few weeks and she looked wonderful.
It really warmed my heart to see the two of them together.
As the minutes passed by more and more of the congregation came and shook my hand or gave me a smile.
By the end there was just the hard core of village bitches who stood their ground and looked daggers at me.
On Monday morning Frankie came over to quote me on the new path and step.
She said she would phone me with a price but said that she was quite busy and wasn’t sure when she would be able to fit it in
I then explained why I needed it doing sooner and she said not to worry she would rearrange the diary.
Afterwards I drove into Kiddingstone to do a bit of shopping which was when I bumped into Pandora coming out of a very expensive lingerie shop
“Hello darling” she said and air kissed me.
Then she spotted me looking at the designer carrier bag she was carrying.
“No you can’t look at them” she replied to my unasked question
“Ok I don’t mind seeing them on if you insist” I offered
“You’re incorrigible,” she said
“Is that a maybe”? I asked
Unmoved she shook her head disappointedly.
“You still owe me a pair,” she said quietly
“Yes” I agreed “they’re in my desk drawer”
“I’m surprised you haven’t mounted them under glass as a trophy” Pandy said
“That’s an idea,” I said
“Don’t you dare?” she said laughing “have you got time for a coffee?”
“I do” I replied
We went into a coffee house, a nice one, not one of the chains; I ordered the drinks as Pandora sat in the corner.
When I joined her Pandy said
“Tongues have been wagging about the length of time the good Doctor Andrews spent in your house on Friday afternoon”
After a brief pause she continued.
“Until it immerged that you had been discussing the Vicars Palliative care arrangements”
“People have nasty minds” I responded
“People know your reputation” Pandora corrected me
“And she’s a good looking woman, if I were a man I certainly would”
“Pandora?” I Said shocked
We both laughed.
“That’s an amazing thing you’re doing by the way?” she said
“Not really” I replied
I quickly looked around for something to change the subject and I spotted a poster on the wall for the Burns Night Supper at the Oak Park Hotel and asked her, gesturing towards the poster.
“Are you going?”
“No” she said
“Why not?” I asked, “That’s your kind of thing isn’t it?”
“It is yes” she replied “but I don’t want to go on my own”
I looked at her with puzzlement and then said
“Why not? You’re not exactly shy”
This made her blush and avert her gaze after a few moments she looked back at me.
“I know Graham was a useless husband who abandoned me for his cronies the moment we’d get through the door of any event but at least he was an arm to hold on to” she said “so no escort, no supper”
“Well I would offer myself, but as much as I love you, I can’t abide haggis, and bagpipes are too much to endure even for an evening in your delightful company.
We both laughed again before she said.
“Judith’s new man Mortimer suggested his brother as an escort”
“Really? I’ve met him” I said brightly “he’s very nice”
“Yes” Pandora replied, “I like Mortimer”
“Yes so do I, but what I meant was that I’d met his brother, Harry” I responded
“That’s as maybe but...” she left the sentence unfinished
“But what?” I asked
“I’m a bit old for blind dates” she replied “And I haven’t been on a date of any kind for so many years”
“Is that all that’s holding you back?” I asked
“And I’m not sure I want a stranger knowing where I live” she admitted.
We sat quietly for a few moments drinking our coffee when a thought occurred to me and I said
“There is a solution you know”
“What’s that?” she asked vaguely
“Well if you don’t want him to pick you up at your house you could always go with Judith and Mortimer and meet Harry at the Supper”
Pandora didn’t speak but was considering the merits of my suggestion in silence so I pressed on
“You can get a cab to Judith’s, or you can drive there and leave your car on my drive and pick it up the next day if all goes well”
“Do you think I should?” she asked earnestly
“Yes I do” I replied
When we left the coffee house we air kissed and went our separate ways.
My way took me back to the car park where I deposited my purchases and drove to the leisure centre Swimming pool for a bit of sport.
I parked the car and carrying my bag I got to the front entrance just in time to see Shula and Anjuli walk through the changing room door.
I paid at the kiosk and proceeded to the changing rooms myself.
It was a very modern facility with modern unisex changing rooms with two long rows of cubicles’ flanked by lockers.
I liked the idea that when I was in a cubicle drying my tackle there was only an inch of MDF separating me from some naked lass drying her young fanny.
I selected a cubicle at the far end of the row and quickly got undressed and wrapped my towel around my naked lower half; I then waited until I heard the familiar voices and I didn’t have to wait for long.
The first one was almost out side my cubicle door
“Come on Shushu” Aunt Anjuli called. “You always take so long”
The other voice was the shopkeeper’s horny wife Shula
“I’m nearly ready Aunty; you go on and I will catch you up” Said Shula
The anticipation was making me quite hard knowing Shula was only a few yards away from me wearing only a swimsuit.
It wasn’t just the anticipation of course I had once had a sexual encounter with her in a cubicle the precious summer.
But whether it was anticipation or a sensual recollection it left a bulge in the front of my towel.
“Ok I will see you in a minute” Anjuli said moving away.
I left it for a moment or two, listening intently to see if I could detect any movement and when I thought I could hear her close the locker door and pad along the tiled floor I open my door and found I had timed it to perfection as Shula was right there wearing a black one piece swimsuit and clutching a towel.
“Hello Shushu” I said wearing only a towel.
“Oh Simon” she said, but not flustered as she had been the last time, and her eyes went straight to my bulge.
“I’m glad I bumped into you,” I said
“Me too” she said and before I had time to cast an appreciative eye over her swim-suited figure, she pushed me back in the cubicle and closed the door.
Then she took the initiative and pulled down the front of her costume and uncovered her cute titties, before releasing my towel and roughly grasping my cock.
This was a surprising turn of events, she had decided to take full advantage of our meeting and I had no intention of preventing her.
So I feasted my eyes on her two beautiful chocolate confections on full display, which she made no move to cover up.
“So what do you want to do now?” I asked as she tugged on me.
She let go of my erection long enough to completely remove her costume.
“Everything” she replied and took hold of me again.
“Are you sure?” I asked her
“Oh yes Simon” she replied and kissed me.
“Auntie will wonder where you are,” I said feebly
She ignored me and kissed me again so I couldn’t speak again.
The moment our lips touched she locked onto my mouth like a limpet while she still had a meaningful grip on my cock and then she hooked her other arm around my neck in a vice like grip.
It was a warm liquid kiss with hot tongues of passion.
My hands caressed up and down her skinny frame repeatedly ending up on her tight little buttocks until she pushed me backwards so I had to sit down on the little bench.
Shula was above me, kissing down into my mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of me, lips still locked limpet like on mine, nostrils snorting in air.
My hands continued their travels up and down her rear aspect but I knew all the interesting stuff was at the front of the property so I steered her skinny frame until it was in a position where I could sit her down on my lap.
At the moment her bony little arse made contact with my lap our mouths disengaged briefly and she gave me a toothy smile and locked onto me again.
I now had one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist, which I slid slowly up to, cup her breast; she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as I fondled her breast.
I fondled her plump little tittie for a few minutes, which was nice but I wanted more.
Wrapping her arms around me Shula stopped kissing me and buried her face in my neck.
I stopped playing with her hardening nipple and moved my playful hand down across her belly and her thighs sprang open as my fingers reached the coarse hair of her Minge.
They briefly dallied on her prominent mound and then slipped into the abyss of her hot, creamy cunny and she let out a little “Hmmm” of pleasure at my touch.
Her face was buried deep in the crook of my neck to stifle any further exclamation, of which there were many as I stroked her gorgeous wet pussy until she came; her thigh’s closing on my hand at the point of climax trapping my fingers between her lips.
But before I had time to consider my next move Shula was up off my lap in a flash, and pausing only to pick up her costume, bent over on the bench opposite me.
Her moist pink pussy open like a clamshell before my lustful gaze.
She turned and looked over her shoulder wide-eyed and expectant.
I’m sure she would have smiled at me as well but the parts of her swimsuit that she wasn’t biting on obscured her mouth.
I stood up and approached her but she was stooped over too low for me to penetrate her immediately so I reached my left hand across her soft belly and gripped her right hip firmly.
She was breathing through her nose in quick short snorts as I lifted her skinny frame off the ground.
Bringing her inviting pink pussy up to cock height and still gripping her tightly with my left arm I used my right hand to hold my shaft and I introduced my swollen cock to her waiting cunny.
She moaned though her gag as I penetrated her.
I continued to support her weight with my left arm wrapped around her middle but Shula obviously felt insecure with her feet off the ground so planted then firmly on the bench, this enabled her to scrabble her hands up the wall until they grasped the coat hooks this gave her some purchase and enabled her to thrust her juicy lips onto me.
She began moaning uncontrollably as she pumped her pussy on me.
Her tits were jiggling with an equal lack of control until I took them in hand.
Shula was pumping up and down so fast that one of the coat hooks came away in her hand, but without breaking rhythm she dropped it on the bench with a thump and grabbed the next hook along.
She was truly relishing her task as she pumped down on me again and again and with every deep penetration she let out a grunt.
I could feel my self on the threshold now and I knew from experience that Shula was almost there too as her head was rolling wildly from side to side until she thrust down on my cock one more time and let out a long muffled moan as she went rigid and came as I finished inside her.
We stayed in that position for several minutes; me stood like an American quarter back preparing to receive the ball and Shula squatting down on me.
We were both breathing hard and sweating in the warm chlorine scented air.
Shula was the first to move as she pulled her gag from her mouth.
“God I love swimming” she panted.
“Me too” I said as I pulled slowly out of her causing her to let out a long sigh of satisfaction.
We sat on the bench awhile gathering ourselves then Shula put her costume back on, as I watched libidinously while she redressed her lovely titties before I got dressed in my street clothes, I didn’t bother with a swim I had already had what I came for.
So had Shula for that matter but she was anxious to go and find Aunt Anjuli, who was bound to be wondering where she had got to.
So we shared a soft and gentle, affectionate farewell kiss before I opened the door and she went in search of Anjuli.
I went in the opposite direction and I came under the steely gaze of a rather stern looking member of staff.
A young woman who would otherwise have been quite shaggable, if she hadn’t been wearing such a sour expression,
I think she clearly knew what I had been doing and didn’t like it a bit.
So after redressing for the second time that day we left the house and drove the short distance to the vicarage as the snow lightly fell again.
We had a long, emotional and at times tearful visit with Katy.
But by the end of it we had managed to persuade her to accept my offer and move into my house as soon as all the arrangements could be made.
We left the vicarage emotionally drained and physically exhausted but nonetheless elated at having achieved our objective.
I declined Claire’s offer to drop me at home as I needed some essentials from Mahajak’s.
“Well I need to get to bed” Claire said and yawned
“What again?” I asked
“Yes” she replied “but not for that”
Claire blushed and got in the car then she said
“I’ll call you”
“Ok hon” I almost responded but substituted “doc” in place of “hon” just in time.
I then walked across to Mahajak’s; I didn’t need much just bread and milk mainly but by the time I had wandered around the shop I had a basket full.
When I got to the counter there was no one serving but I could hear Shula and Anjuli talking beyond the bead curtain.
“Maisie said she can work all day on Monday if we need her” Anjuli Said
“Really Aunty?” Shula asked, “So we can go?”
“Yes all afternoon if you like Shushu” she replied
“I have really missed swimming” Shula said excitedly and then suddenly appeared through the curtains
“Oh” she said on seeing me and as was her habit she blushed. “Hello Simon I didn’t know you were there”
“Hello Shula” I said, “How are you?”
“I’m fine” she replied
And as she handed me my bag of groceries I squeezed her hand and she giggled and as I gave her the money she squeezed mine back.
Then I smiled and said
“I hope you enjoy your swim on Monday” and Shula blushed again.
Then in a quieter voice I continued
“I have fond memories of the swimming baths and in particular the changing rooms”
And she dropped the money I had just given her.
As I was approaching my house a car pulled up outside Judith’s house and a distinguished looking gentleman got out of the drivers side and hurried round to open the passenger door.
He then proffered his hand to the passenger who took it without a second thought and he helped the lady out of the car.
The lady in question turned out to Judith who gave me a wave and a smile when she eventually took her eyes off her escort.
“Hi Judith” I called
“Simon are you all right?” she asked with concern “We heard about your accident”
“I’m fine thanks” I answered, “I just had mild exposure”
“Oh? And what were you exposing?” she asked with a laugh
“Nothing at all” I said and glanced in the direction of her escort
“Oh how rude” she said “Simon this is Mortimer Beaumont”
“Mortimer this is my friend and neighbour Simon Fisher”
“Nice to meet you Mortimer” I said and shook his hand
“You too Simon, but please call me Morty”
“Beaumont?” I exclaimed, “Are you any relation to Harry?”
“Yes” Morty said, “He’s my baby brother”
“Really? He was over here this morning; he got me in when I was locked out”
I said
“Harry’s like that” he said proudly
“Well it was nice meeting you,” I said
“Likewise” he concurred and we shook hands again
Judith and I said our goodbyes and I watched her and her new man Mortimer walk up the path and I surmised by the spring in Judith’s step she was obviously getting mortified on a regular basis.
When I got to my front door I realized I’d made a real mess of my front step.
There were bits of broken pixie everywhere and I had broken the corner off one slab and cracked another, I would have to ask Frankie to replace it.
It had to be up to snuff with all the comings and goings of the next few months.
When I got inside I phoned Frankie straight away but only got her voice mail so I left her a message asking her to come and quote for some hard landscaping work.
I replaced the phone on the cradle and went outside to sweep the debris off the step and path, after which I made myself some food; I was starving, so I made a delicious Spanish omelet.
An hour after that I went to bed and woke at 10 o’clock next day.
When I went downstairs the next morning I noticed something on the doormat and when I went to investigate I discovered it was a car key on a fob.
It appeared that although I hadn’t requested one the Hire Company had dropped off a replacement car.
I phoned them immediately to say that there must have been some kind of misunderstanding but it turned out that there was not.
As I was supplied with an un-roadworthy vehicle at the airport I was to have one-week free hire courtesy of Clarion Cars.
I thanked them very much and assumed that Alan Richards, the good Doctor Andrews Mechanic patient, had given Clarion an unfavorable report on the cars condition and that the accident was due to mechanical failure and not, as was the fact, due to my inadequacy as an all weather driver.
I had no particular need of it as I wasn’t planning on leaving the house all of Saturday and I was only going to church on Sunday But in the spirit of not looking a gift horse in the mouth I thought I might get some use out of it the following week.
I had such a lazy day on Saturday that I didn’t even bother to get dressed and the most strenuous thing I did was put a frozen dinner in the microwave.
I did however take a phone call or two, one of which was from Frankie Carpenter in response to the voice mail I left her the day before.
“Hi Frankie” I said, “thanks for ringing back”
“Hello Simon” she responded, “I got your message, I trust “Hard Landscaping” isn’t a euphemism for one of your perversions”
“No its not” I said laughing “I need you to and give me a quote for a new front path and doorstep”
“I can come on Monday morning as long as it doesn’t involve you grabbing my Charlie’s,” she said
“Don’t kid a kidder Frankie” I replied “you love it when I have a grab for your Norks”
“I don’t know what you mean” she replied innocently and laughed before she asked
“Why do you want a new path anyway?”
I explained the events leading up to the point when I did the damage including how close I came to dying from exposure and she laughed again, heartless cow.
The other phone call was from Claire, which was much longer in duration than the previous one due to the subject matter, namely the arrangements for Katy Oliver’s palliative care.
Part of the discussion was making the arrangements for when the medical equipment could be delivered.
We provisionally settled on the first Monday in February, Claire would take care of all the details and all I had to do was ensure the lounge was sufficiently de-cluttered to receive an hospital bed and all its associated paraphernalia.
By the evening I was exhausted again and I was about to go to bed when I suddenly remembered I hadn’t Skyped Georgia.
So I thought I had better do that first.
During the course of the conversation I told her of my adventures in the snow and my subsequent life threatening exposure.
“Mild exposure” she corrected me “mum told me earlier”
“How did she know?” I asked
“Its all round the village” she replied
I hoped the way Claire brought my stricken manhood back to life wasn’t all round the village.
I finally got to bed an hour later than I had wanted too because of my call to Georgie and considering the total lack of sympathy I got after my perilous tale I wished I hadn’t bothered.
I awoke on Sunday morning to find the thaw had set in and the snow was clearing away.
As it was the Sunday after my near death experience I thought it best to reacquaint myself with the lord.
So I left home early on a bright winter morning and walked alone to the Church, it was a mild morning but the atmosphere was rather frosty, there were lots of hushed whispers and sideways looks, people talking behind hands and the like so by the time I was seated in the church I was not feeling the love after the very unchristian behaviour.
It was only when Judith and Victoria arrived that someone actually spoke to me.
“Morning Simon” they chorused
“Hi girls” I said “you’re talking to me then?”
“Oh don’t mind those small minded morons,” Victoria said giving the rubber Neckers one of her looks.
After the service Tilly and Robert came and spoke to me at the back of the church, it was the first time I’d seen Tilly for a few weeks and she looked wonderful.
It really warmed my heart to see the two of them together.
As the minutes passed by more and more of the congregation came and shook my hand or gave me a smile.
By the end there was just the hard core of village bitches who stood their ground and looked daggers at me.
On Monday morning Frankie came over to quote me on the new path and step.
She said she would phone me with a price but said that she was quite busy and wasn’t sure when she would be able to fit it in
I then explained why I needed it doing sooner and she said not to worry she would rearrange the diary.
Afterwards I drove into Kiddingstone to do a bit of shopping which was when I bumped into Pandora coming out of a very expensive lingerie shop
“Hello darling” she said and air kissed me.
Then she spotted me looking at the designer carrier bag she was carrying.
“No you can’t look at them” she replied to my unasked question
“Ok I don’t mind seeing them on if you insist” I offered
“You’re incorrigible,” she said
“Is that a maybe”? I asked
Unmoved she shook her head disappointedly.
“You still owe me a pair,” she said quietly
“Yes” I agreed “they’re in my desk drawer”
“I’m surprised you haven’t mounted them under glass as a trophy” Pandy said
“That’s an idea,” I said
“Don’t you dare?” she said laughing “have you got time for a coffee?”
“I do” I replied
We went into a coffee house, a nice one, not one of the chains; I ordered the drinks as Pandora sat in the corner.
When I joined her Pandy said
“Tongues have been wagging about the length of time the good Doctor Andrews spent in your house on Friday afternoon”
After a brief pause she continued.
“Until it immerged that you had been discussing the Vicars Palliative care arrangements”
“People have nasty minds” I responded
“People know your reputation” Pandora corrected me
“And she’s a good looking woman, if I were a man I certainly would”
“Pandora?” I Said shocked
We both laughed.
“That’s an amazing thing you’re doing by the way?” she said
“Not really” I replied
I quickly looked around for something to change the subject and I spotted a poster on the wall for the Burns Night Supper at the Oak Park Hotel and asked her, gesturing towards the poster.
“Are you going?”
“No” she said
“Why not?” I asked, “That’s your kind of thing isn’t it?”
“It is yes” she replied “but I don’t want to go on my own”
I looked at her with puzzlement and then said
“Why not? You’re not exactly shy”
This made her blush and avert her gaze after a few moments she looked back at me.
“I know Graham was a useless husband who abandoned me for his cronies the moment we’d get through the door of any event but at least he was an arm to hold on to” she said “so no escort, no supper”
“Well I would offer myself, but as much as I love you, I can’t abide haggis, and bagpipes are too much to endure even for an evening in your delightful company.
We both laughed again before she said.
“Judith’s new man Mortimer suggested his brother as an escort”
“Really? I’ve met him” I said brightly “he’s very nice”
“Yes” Pandora replied, “I like Mortimer”
“Yes so do I, but what I meant was that I’d met his brother, Harry” I responded
“That’s as maybe but...” she left the sentence unfinished
“But what?” I asked
“I’m a bit old for blind dates” she replied “And I haven’t been on a date of any kind for so many years”
“Is that all that’s holding you back?” I asked
“And I’m not sure I want a stranger knowing where I live” she admitted.
We sat quietly for a few moments drinking our coffee when a thought occurred to me and I said
“There is a solution you know”
“What’s that?” she asked vaguely
“Well if you don’t want him to pick you up at your house you could always go with Judith and Mortimer and meet Harry at the Supper”
Pandora didn’t speak but was considering the merits of my suggestion in silence so I pressed on
“You can get a cab to Judith’s, or you can drive there and leave your car on my drive and pick it up the next day if all goes well”
“Do you think I should?” she asked earnestly
“Yes I do” I replied
When we left the coffee house we air kissed and went our separate ways.
My way took me back to the car park where I deposited my purchases and drove to the leisure centre Swimming pool for a bit of sport.
I parked the car and carrying my bag I got to the front entrance just in time to see Shula and Anjuli walk through the changing room door.
I paid at the kiosk and proceeded to the changing rooms myself.
It was a very modern facility with modern unisex changing rooms with two long rows of cubicles’ flanked by lockers.
I liked the idea that when I was in a cubicle drying my tackle there was only an inch of MDF separating me from some naked lass drying her young fanny.
I selected a cubicle at the far end of the row and quickly got undressed and wrapped my towel around my naked lower half; I then waited until I heard the familiar voices and I didn’t have to wait for long.
The first one was almost out side my cubicle door
“Come on Shushu” Aunt Anjuli called. “You always take so long”
The other voice was the shopkeeper’s horny wife Shula
“I’m nearly ready Aunty; you go on and I will catch you up” Said Shula
The anticipation was making me quite hard knowing Shula was only a few yards away from me wearing only a swimsuit.
It wasn’t just the anticipation of course I had once had a sexual encounter with her in a cubicle the precious summer.
But whether it was anticipation or a sensual recollection it left a bulge in the front of my towel.
“Ok I will see you in a minute” Anjuli said moving away.
I left it for a moment or two, listening intently to see if I could detect any movement and when I thought I could hear her close the locker door and pad along the tiled floor I open my door and found I had timed it to perfection as Shula was right there wearing a black one piece swimsuit and clutching a towel.
“Hello Shushu” I said wearing only a towel.
“Oh Simon” she said, but not flustered as she had been the last time, and her eyes went straight to my bulge.
“I’m glad I bumped into you,” I said
“Me too” she said and before I had time to cast an appreciative eye over her swim-suited figure, she pushed me back in the cubicle and closed the door.
Then she took the initiative and pulled down the front of her costume and uncovered her cute titties, before releasing my towel and roughly grasping my cock.
This was a surprising turn of events, she had decided to take full advantage of our meeting and I had no intention of preventing her.
So I feasted my eyes on her two beautiful chocolate confections on full display, which she made no move to cover up.
“So what do you want to do now?” I asked as she tugged on me.
She let go of my erection long enough to completely remove her costume.
“Everything” she replied and took hold of me again.
“Are you sure?” I asked her
“Oh yes Simon” she replied and kissed me.
“Auntie will wonder where you are,” I said feebly
She ignored me and kissed me again so I couldn’t speak again.
The moment our lips touched she locked onto my mouth like a limpet while she still had a meaningful grip on my cock and then she hooked her other arm around my neck in a vice like grip.
It was a warm liquid kiss with hot tongues of passion.
My hands caressed up and down her skinny frame repeatedly ending up on her tight little buttocks until she pushed me backwards so I had to sit down on the little bench.
Shula was above me, kissing down into my mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of me, lips still locked limpet like on mine, nostrils snorting in air.
My hands continued their travels up and down her rear aspect but I knew all the interesting stuff was at the front of the property so I steered her skinny frame until it was in a position where I could sit her down on my lap.
At the moment her bony little arse made contact with my lap our mouths disengaged briefly and she gave me a toothy smile and locked onto me again.
I now had one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist, which I slid slowly up to, cup her breast; she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as I fondled her breast.
I fondled her plump little tittie for a few minutes, which was nice but I wanted more.
Wrapping her arms around me Shula stopped kissing me and buried her face in my neck.
I stopped playing with her hardening nipple and moved my playful hand down across her belly and her thighs sprang open as my fingers reached the coarse hair of her Minge.
They briefly dallied on her prominent mound and then slipped into the abyss of her hot, creamy cunny and she let out a little “Hmmm” of pleasure at my touch.
Her face was buried deep in the crook of my neck to stifle any further exclamation, of which there were many as I stroked her gorgeous wet pussy until she came; her thigh’s closing on my hand at the point of climax trapping my fingers between her lips.
But before I had time to consider my next move Shula was up off my lap in a flash, and pausing only to pick up her costume, bent over on the bench opposite me.
Her moist pink pussy open like a clamshell before my lustful gaze.
She turned and looked over her shoulder wide-eyed and expectant.
I’m sure she would have smiled at me as well but the parts of her swimsuit that she wasn’t biting on obscured her mouth.
I stood up and approached her but she was stooped over too low for me to penetrate her immediately so I reached my left hand across her soft belly and gripped her right hip firmly.
She was breathing through her nose in quick short snorts as I lifted her skinny frame off the ground.
Bringing her inviting pink pussy up to cock height and still gripping her tightly with my left arm I used my right hand to hold my shaft and I introduced my swollen cock to her waiting cunny.
She moaned though her gag as I penetrated her.
I continued to support her weight with my left arm wrapped around her middle but Shula obviously felt insecure with her feet off the ground so planted then firmly on the bench, this enabled her to scrabble her hands up the wall until they grasped the coat hooks this gave her some purchase and enabled her to thrust her juicy lips onto me.
She began moaning uncontrollably as she pumped her pussy on me.
Her tits were jiggling with an equal lack of control until I took them in hand.
Shula was pumping up and down so fast that one of the coat hooks came away in her hand, but without breaking rhythm she dropped it on the bench with a thump and grabbed the next hook along.
She was truly relishing her task as she pumped down on me again and again and with every deep penetration she let out a grunt.
I could feel my self on the threshold now and I knew from experience that Shula was almost there too as her head was rolling wildly from side to side until she thrust down on my cock one more time and let out a long muffled moan as she went rigid and came as I finished inside her.
We stayed in that position for several minutes; me stood like an American quarter back preparing to receive the ball and Shula squatting down on me.
We were both breathing hard and sweating in the warm chlorine scented air.
Shula was the first to move as she pulled her gag from her mouth.
“God I love swimming” she panted.
“Me too” I said as I pulled slowly out of her causing her to let out a long sigh of satisfaction.
We sat on the bench awhile gathering ourselves then Shula put her costume back on, as I watched libidinously while she redressed her lovely titties before I got dressed in my street clothes, I didn’t bother with a swim I had already had what I came for.
So had Shula for that matter but she was anxious to go and find Aunt Anjuli, who was bound to be wondering where she had got to.
So we shared a soft and gentle, affectionate farewell kiss before I opened the door and she went in search of Anjuli.
I went in the opposite direction and I came under the steely gaze of a rather stern looking member of staff.
A young woman who would otherwise have been quite shaggable, if she hadn’t been wearing such a sour expression,
I think she clearly knew what I had been doing and didn’t like it a bit.
Saturday, 19 January 2013
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 53) House Call
It was about 6 am and Claire was still sitting on my lap wrapped in bath sheets and my arms when she said.
“We need to get a wriggle on; Olivia will be here soon to open up”
Olivia Adamson was the snooty practice manager who held me in very low esteem.
“Do we have to move?” I whined, “I’m cosy”
“Yes” she said curtly as she stood up “I have a reputation to preserve”
“I have a reputation as well,” I said indignantly as I watched her pull up her big knickers and leggings.
Claire turned and gave me the raised eyebrow look before walking briskly from the room.
She returned a minute or so later carrying my clothes over one arm and a red blanket in the opposite hand.
She dropped everything in the chair she had been sitting in and said
“Everything is dry apart from your jacket, the trousers are still a little damp around the ankles but not desperately so”
Then she turned and headed for the door again, she paused in the door way looked at her watch and said.
“Get yourself dressed while I make some calls, and put the blanket around your shoulders”
“Ok Doc” I replied
While I was dressing Claire made a couple of calls, one to the local garage to have the car towed out of the ditch and a second to a lock smith, Harry Beaumont, to help me get in the house.
It was about half past six when she came back into the staff room carrying a mug of coffee in each hand.
I was sitting back in our seat of sin dressed in my unsuitable garb and draped in the red blanket,
Claire put the drinks down on the table and scooped up the pile of damp folded towels
“These will definitely need washing” she said with a giggle and blushed
“Yes they’re very damp,” I agreed.
She dumped them in a laundry bag in the corner of the room and came and sat down.
“I phoned Richards Recovery and they will tow the car either to your house or the garage depending on the damage” She said “And Harry Beaumont will meet us at your place at 7.30 ”
“Blimey” I said quite astonished “how did you manage that?”
“Alan and Harry are both patients of mine and are obviously in awe of my prowess as a medical practitioner extraordinaire,” she said
“No seriously” I said, ““how did you manage it?”
“You cheeky git” Claire said as she stood up and tried to clip me round the ear.
I caught hold of her hand however and pulled her on to my lap and kissed her slowly and sensually.
I don’t know where it would have lead to but we were interrupted by the front door opening and a woman’s voice calling.
“Hello?” Olivier called
Claire jumped quickly to her feet and began rearranging her clothing making sure that there was nothing untoward, before leaving the room
“Good morning Olivier” she said
Then I could only hear muffled voices. So I finished my coffee and started down the corridor
“Are you going home to change?” Olivier asked
“Yes” Claire replied “I’m going to drop Mr Fisher home first, and then I’ll do my home visits”
Then almost as an after thought she said
“Put him on the end of my list for today”
“What’s wrong with him?” Olivier said coldly
“Mild exposure” Claire replied
“I can well imagine what he was exposing,” she said with contemp.
“You’ll have to keep on imagining it you stuck up cow,” I thought as I emerged into the reception area.
Olivier was un-phased by my sudden appearance but Claire looked a little uneasy and glanced at her watch
“Let’s get you in the car Mr. Fisher” she said in her best patronizing clinical professional voice.
“See you later Olivier”
As we reached the car she whispered
“Do you think she suspects anything?”
“Not for a second” I said, “You are after all a medical practitioner extraordinaire”
“No seriously” She said as she brushed snow off the windscreen. “Do You?”
“No” I said reassuringly “you are too highly thought of”
I got in the car and she seemed satisfied with my answer and ten minutes later we drove out of the car park.
When we reached my house it was 7.25 and there was no sign of a locksmith.
Claire parked the car but left the engine running as it was still cold
“So you’re coming to see me later?” I said smugly
“When I’ve done my other visits,” she replied matter of factly.
“I have sick patients to see”
“And what is the purpose of this visit?” I asked
“There are certain tests that have to be done” Claire said
“I have to make sure everything’s working properly”
“I thought everything worked quite well this morning” I responded proudly
“Yes” she said “but you didn’t really do much did you?”
Just then a top of the line Range Rover pulled up and as the driver got out I could see it was a very well turned out man in his mid forties.
“Who on earth is this?” I asked
“That is Harry Beaumont” Claire answered
“He doesn’t look much like a locksmith,” I told her
“Harry owns Beaumont Security” Claire said
“Really?” I said impressed
“Yes but he started as a locksmith and he likes to keep his hand in” Claire answered and got out of the car.
“Harry!!” she said warmly
“My dear Claire” he responded and embraced her
“Thank you for doing this Harry” She said “This is Simon Fisher”
“Ah” he said shaking my hand “So you are the lucky man”
Lucky man? What on earth did he mean? Did he know about Claire and me?
“You could have frozen to death,” he continued
“Yes I was fortunate,” I agreed
With that we went up the path to the front door.
The snow-covered path was littered with the broken fragments of the former concrete pixie but alas I could see no sign of the key
I was impressed with Mr Beaumont, he was a very likeable man, but impressed or not I didn’t think we would gain access to my house with his good graces alone and his tool bag was conspicuous by its absence.
But once we reached the door he slipped his hand in to his pocket and pulled out a bunch of keys and after a momentary perusal of the lock he said
“Ahhh we’re in luck” He announced “its one of ours”
And after a few seconds he selected a key and opened the lock
“Easy as that” he said
“Wow” I exclaimed truly impressed
“Wow indeed” echoed Claire
“I can’t thank you enough” I said and shook his hand
“What do I owe you?”
“Nothing” he said “I did it as a favour for my favourite doctor”
“Thanks Harry” she said and kissed his cheek
“My pleasure my dear” he said looking at his watch “Well I must be off”
Harry Beaumont took his leave and walked back to his car and I whispered to Claire
“I think he fancies you”
“No more than my other male patients” she responded grandly as she led me into the house
“What would his wife think?” I asked
“He doesn’t have one” Claire replied, “He’s a widower”
With that she took her leave of me with a quick kiss and said she would see me later.
My first action was to turn the thermostat up on the central heating and my second was to make myself a coffee.
While I drank it I phoned the car hire company to report the accident and was surprised to find out that Richards Recovery had already notified them and that everything was being dealt with on the insurance and I had nothing to worry about and they hoped I wasn’t injured in the crash and I hoped I would be happy to use them again in the future.
It was nine o’clock by then and the central heating was warming the place up nicely and as I sat in the comfort of my lounge the long blinks set in and I fell asleep.
I was rudely awoken some time later by the persistent knocking on the front door and when I opened it I found a small oily man carrying my suitcase and jacket.
The little man was Alan Richards, I invited him in but he declined, I thanked him for all he had done and asked him what I owed him
“Nothing at all Mr. Fisher” he replied, “it’s all covered by the insurance, all I need from you are the car keys”
So I furnished him with the keys and thanked him again then returned to my armchair and once again went to sleep.
It was 1.30pm when I woke up and I cursed myself for missing Claire’s visit.
Anyway I took myself upstairs and had a shower and I had just finished drying off went the doorbell rank.
I slipped my robe on and made my way down the stairs and the doorbell rang again
“Ok I’m coming” I called
I got to the front door as quickly as possible and on opening it I discovered Claire standing the other side in tears.
“What’s happened?” I asked as I pulled her into the house
I quickly closed the door and she threw herself into my arms.
It was some minutes before she had composed herself sufficiently to be able to speak.
“I’ve just come from the vicarage,” she sobbed
It was apparently now widely known that Katy was stepping down as Vicar of St Lucy’s
And that Robert Hunter would be taking over from her but it wasn’t as yet generally known that she was dying.
But this would all too soon become apparent her condition had begun to deteriorate in the two weeks since I had seen her.
Katy was determined to vacate the vicarage and make room for Robert who was trying to establish himself in the village.
He was at present lodging at the Cross Keys, which was not the most suitable accommodation for a man of the cloth or for a layman, not that he would have minded staying there if it meant not putting Katy out of her home.
But Katy was of a mind to go but she didn’t want to end her days in a hospice; she’d spent too many hours at the bedside of sick parishioners ministering to them as they slipped into the next world to want to breathe her last in one herself.
Robert would let her slip her mortal bonds in her own home but Katy was a practical woman though and she knew the vicarage was too small to accommodate a hospital bed and all the other paraphernalia required for a terminally ill patient.
So it looked like she would face the end in the one place she most dreaded which is what brought Claire to tears.
And they began to flow once more at the retelling of it.
We sat on the sofa and I consoled her as best I could and then it occurred to me, the perfect solution.
“What about here?” I suggested, after all it wouldn’t exactly be for long.
“It’s a big house and there’s only me”
Claire stopped crying and was staring intently at me
“We could easily get a bed in the here with enough chairs for the visitors and the downstairs bathroom is across the hall”
Claire looked around the room and in the direction of the bathroom when I mentioned it and then back at me
“You would do that?” she asked
“Yes” I replied “of course”
“There will have to be twenty four hour care before the end,” she said
“There is a spare room” I replied
“Katy won’t agree,” Claire, stated, “she wont want to be a burden”
“What is it about sick people not wishing to be a burden?” I said crossly
“When my time comes I plan on being a burden to all and sundry”
“She’s not you” Claire rebutted
“I’ll go and talk to her,” I said
“We’ll go together,” Claire said
“Ok” I agreed
“She’s resting now but we can go later” Claire said with a nod.
There were a few minutes of uncomfortable silence so I said
“I didn’t know you GPs did house calls any more”
“Only for “special” patients” she said with a giggle
So with the mood sufficiently lightened we chatted freely about this and that but until inevitably the conversation got around to the weekend in Godalming.
“When I was alone in my room and you were with Katy” She admitted, “I felt a bit jealous”
“Jealous?” I said surprised
“I know it’s silly” she said “I had no right to, but I did”
“Why?” I asked
“I don’t know really,” she said with a shake of the head “I’m a married woman after all who loves her husband, what I have with you is a bonus but with no strings attached”
“But there is love too” I said
“You feel that too?” Claire asked
“Oh yes” I replied
Claire sighed and looked down at her lap
“That’s why I was jealous of a dying woman,” she admitted, “because I wanted to feel your tender embrace”
I took hold of her hand and said
“Come to bed” I said
“No, no I’m just being selfish” she snapped
I stood up still holding her hand
“Come to bed” I repeated as I pulled her to her feet
“But…” she began
“Shhh I want to take you to bed now”
“Ok,” she whispered burying her face in my chest.
“Come on then,” I said “upstairs”
I led her by the hand all the way upstairs and into my bedroom.
I quickly divested her of her practical attire and I still held her big knickers in my hand as she scrambled under the covers.
I dropped her pants and Claire eyes peered at me over the top of the duvet as I slipped off my robe.
My cock, with functionality fully restored stood proud and ready for action as I joined Claire beneath the covers and cuddled up close to her.
“Do it the way you did it with Katy” she whispered
“Ok Hon” I responded and I kissed her lips softly.
As the kiss continued it grew in intensity and as our tongues entwined, my hand, which had been on her hip had slid down and was fondling her ample buttock and I explored her familiar curves like it was the first time.
While my hand was occupied at her rear Claire’s hand went straight to my cock.
I rolled her gently onto her back we stopped kissing and I looked down on her in the week winter daylight and admired the body I had enjoyed so many times before.
Her breasts were beautiful and surmounted by the dark rose pink nipples, which sat there inviting me to imbibe so I took the nearest one into my mouth and sucked on it gently.
Claire emitted a soft melodic murmur of approval so I sucked on it some more.
Reluctantly I left her erect swollen nipple wet with my saliva and watched her serene face as my hand drifted across her belly to her luxuriant curly bush.
I dallied there toying with her tousled curls as she murmured softly.
To my delight as my hand came to rest on her mound she held her breath in anticipation of its progress.
I continued watching her lying there with her eyes shut and her tongue periodically moistening her lips and after a few moments my finger parted her labia like a hot knife through butter and it was instantly immersed in her hot creamy juice.
I looked down on her again, she was biting her lip and her murmurs had become soft moans of pleasure in response to my fingering of her creamy quim.
She was beginning to become more vociferous in response to my attention and I knew she was on the brink of climax by the way she was frantic tugging on my cock.
So I brought Claire to a face contorting climax and her thighs closed on my hand.
I looked down on her as her face was still contorted with ecstasy. She opened her eyes, looked up at me and smiled.
I leant down and kissed her and as our tongues explored each other’s mouths I caressed her breast and prepared to mount her.
As I carefully positioned myself between her thighs I stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes as I slowly slid into her.
Claire sighed at the instance of penetration and then closed her eyes as she leant her head back into the pillow and sucked in air through her teeth.
I continued caressing her beautiful breast as I withdrew and entered again and again, I would normally just pounded her pussy until orgasm; But Claire wanted it the same tender way as Katy.
Claire began to writhe beneath me and lick her lips as I entered again.
I had to work so hard to control the urge to up the tempo as I normally would.
I had to suppress my animal urges, as Claire wanted this time to be a tender affair, longer in duration and more sensual.
She squirmed beneath me as she reached that ecstatic point, the hinterland between being rooted to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm.
She looked up at me as she moaned loudly and writhed beneath me and then she came with a deliciously sweet utterance that spurred me on to my own climax.
And she cried out
“Oh yesss”
Then I kissed her hot panting mouth.
When out lips parted she asked
“Was it like that with Katy?”
“Yes, sweetheart” I replied then I kissed her again before I withdrew and climbed off of her and as I pulled out she let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh before she cuddled up to me.
“No wonder she was so content” she said with her head on my chest.
“We need to get a wriggle on; Olivia will be here soon to open up”
Olivia Adamson was the snooty practice manager who held me in very low esteem.
“Do we have to move?” I whined, “I’m cosy”
“Yes” she said curtly as she stood up “I have a reputation to preserve”
“I have a reputation as well,” I said indignantly as I watched her pull up her big knickers and leggings.
Claire turned and gave me the raised eyebrow look before walking briskly from the room.
She returned a minute or so later carrying my clothes over one arm and a red blanket in the opposite hand.
She dropped everything in the chair she had been sitting in and said
“Everything is dry apart from your jacket, the trousers are still a little damp around the ankles but not desperately so”
Then she turned and headed for the door again, she paused in the door way looked at her watch and said.
“Get yourself dressed while I make some calls, and put the blanket around your shoulders”
“Ok Doc” I replied
While I was dressing Claire made a couple of calls, one to the local garage to have the car towed out of the ditch and a second to a lock smith, Harry Beaumont, to help me get in the house.
It was about half past six when she came back into the staff room carrying a mug of coffee in each hand.
I was sitting back in our seat of sin dressed in my unsuitable garb and draped in the red blanket,
Claire put the drinks down on the table and scooped up the pile of damp folded towels
“These will definitely need washing” she said with a giggle and blushed
“Yes they’re very damp,” I agreed.
She dumped them in a laundry bag in the corner of the room and came and sat down.
“I phoned Richards Recovery and they will tow the car either to your house or the garage depending on the damage” She said “And Harry Beaumont will meet us at your place at 7.30 ”
“Blimey” I said quite astonished “how did you manage that?”
“Alan and Harry are both patients of mine and are obviously in awe of my prowess as a medical practitioner extraordinaire,” she said
“No seriously” I said, ““how did you manage it?”
“You cheeky git” Claire said as she stood up and tried to clip me round the ear.
I caught hold of her hand however and pulled her on to my lap and kissed her slowly and sensually.
I don’t know where it would have lead to but we were interrupted by the front door opening and a woman’s voice calling.
“Hello?” Olivier called
Claire jumped quickly to her feet and began rearranging her clothing making sure that there was nothing untoward, before leaving the room
“Good morning Olivier” she said
Then I could only hear muffled voices. So I finished my coffee and started down the corridor
“Are you going home to change?” Olivier asked
“Yes” Claire replied “I’m going to drop Mr Fisher home first, and then I’ll do my home visits”
Then almost as an after thought she said
“Put him on the end of my list for today”
“What’s wrong with him?” Olivier said coldly
“Mild exposure” Claire replied
“I can well imagine what he was exposing,” she said with contemp.
“You’ll have to keep on imagining it you stuck up cow,” I thought as I emerged into the reception area.
Olivier was un-phased by my sudden appearance but Claire looked a little uneasy and glanced at her watch
“Let’s get you in the car Mr. Fisher” she said in her best patronizing clinical professional voice.
“See you later Olivier”
As we reached the car she whispered
“Do you think she suspects anything?”
“Not for a second” I said, “You are after all a medical practitioner extraordinaire”
“No seriously” She said as she brushed snow off the windscreen. “Do You?”
“No” I said reassuringly “you are too highly thought of”
I got in the car and she seemed satisfied with my answer and ten minutes later we drove out of the car park.
When we reached my house it was 7.25 and there was no sign of a locksmith.
Claire parked the car but left the engine running as it was still cold
“So you’re coming to see me later?” I said smugly
“When I’ve done my other visits,” she replied matter of factly.
“I have sick patients to see”
“And what is the purpose of this visit?” I asked
“There are certain tests that have to be done” Claire said
“I have to make sure everything’s working properly”
“I thought everything worked quite well this morning” I responded proudly
“Yes” she said “but you didn’t really do much did you?”
Just then a top of the line Range Rover pulled up and as the driver got out I could see it was a very well turned out man in his mid forties.
“Who on earth is this?” I asked
“That is Harry Beaumont” Claire answered
“He doesn’t look much like a locksmith,” I told her
“Harry owns Beaumont Security” Claire said
“Really?” I said impressed
“Yes but he started as a locksmith and he likes to keep his hand in” Claire answered and got out of the car.
“Harry!!” she said warmly
“My dear Claire” he responded and embraced her
“Thank you for doing this Harry” She said “This is Simon Fisher”
“Ah” he said shaking my hand “So you are the lucky man”
Lucky man? What on earth did he mean? Did he know about Claire and me?
“You could have frozen to death,” he continued
“Yes I was fortunate,” I agreed
With that we went up the path to the front door.
The snow-covered path was littered with the broken fragments of the former concrete pixie but alas I could see no sign of the key
I was impressed with Mr Beaumont, he was a very likeable man, but impressed or not I didn’t think we would gain access to my house with his good graces alone and his tool bag was conspicuous by its absence.
But once we reached the door he slipped his hand in to his pocket and pulled out a bunch of keys and after a momentary perusal of the lock he said
“Ahhh we’re in luck” He announced “its one of ours”
And after a few seconds he selected a key and opened the lock
“Easy as that” he said
“Wow” I exclaimed truly impressed
“Wow indeed” echoed Claire
“I can’t thank you enough” I said and shook his hand
“What do I owe you?”
“Nothing” he said “I did it as a favour for my favourite doctor”
“Thanks Harry” she said and kissed his cheek
“My pleasure my dear” he said looking at his watch “Well I must be off”
Harry Beaumont took his leave and walked back to his car and I whispered to Claire
“I think he fancies you”
“No more than my other male patients” she responded grandly as she led me into the house
“What would his wife think?” I asked
“He doesn’t have one” Claire replied, “He’s a widower”
With that she took her leave of me with a quick kiss and said she would see me later.
My first action was to turn the thermostat up on the central heating and my second was to make myself a coffee.
While I drank it I phoned the car hire company to report the accident and was surprised to find out that Richards Recovery had already notified them and that everything was being dealt with on the insurance and I had nothing to worry about and they hoped I wasn’t injured in the crash and I hoped I would be happy to use them again in the future.
It was nine o’clock by then and the central heating was warming the place up nicely and as I sat in the comfort of my lounge the long blinks set in and I fell asleep.
I was rudely awoken some time later by the persistent knocking on the front door and when I opened it I found a small oily man carrying my suitcase and jacket.
The little man was Alan Richards, I invited him in but he declined, I thanked him for all he had done and asked him what I owed him
“Nothing at all Mr. Fisher” he replied, “it’s all covered by the insurance, all I need from you are the car keys”
So I furnished him with the keys and thanked him again then returned to my armchair and once again went to sleep.
It was 1.30pm when I woke up and I cursed myself for missing Claire’s visit.
Anyway I took myself upstairs and had a shower and I had just finished drying off went the doorbell rank.
I slipped my robe on and made my way down the stairs and the doorbell rang again
“Ok I’m coming” I called
I got to the front door as quickly as possible and on opening it I discovered Claire standing the other side in tears.
“What’s happened?” I asked as I pulled her into the house
I quickly closed the door and she threw herself into my arms.
It was some minutes before she had composed herself sufficiently to be able to speak.
“I’ve just come from the vicarage,” she sobbed
It was apparently now widely known that Katy was stepping down as Vicar of St Lucy’s
And that Robert Hunter would be taking over from her but it wasn’t as yet generally known that she was dying.
But this would all too soon become apparent her condition had begun to deteriorate in the two weeks since I had seen her.
Katy was determined to vacate the vicarage and make room for Robert who was trying to establish himself in the village.
He was at present lodging at the Cross Keys, which was not the most suitable accommodation for a man of the cloth or for a layman, not that he would have minded staying there if it meant not putting Katy out of her home.
But Katy was of a mind to go but she didn’t want to end her days in a hospice; she’d spent too many hours at the bedside of sick parishioners ministering to them as they slipped into the next world to want to breathe her last in one herself.
Robert would let her slip her mortal bonds in her own home but Katy was a practical woman though and she knew the vicarage was too small to accommodate a hospital bed and all the other paraphernalia required for a terminally ill patient.
So it looked like she would face the end in the one place she most dreaded which is what brought Claire to tears.
And they began to flow once more at the retelling of it.
We sat on the sofa and I consoled her as best I could and then it occurred to me, the perfect solution.
“What about here?” I suggested, after all it wouldn’t exactly be for long.
“It’s a big house and there’s only me”
Claire stopped crying and was staring intently at me
“We could easily get a bed in the here with enough chairs for the visitors and the downstairs bathroom is across the hall”
Claire looked around the room and in the direction of the bathroom when I mentioned it and then back at me
“You would do that?” she asked
“Yes” I replied “of course”
“There will have to be twenty four hour care before the end,” she said
“There is a spare room” I replied
“Katy won’t agree,” Claire, stated, “she wont want to be a burden”
“What is it about sick people not wishing to be a burden?” I said crossly
“When my time comes I plan on being a burden to all and sundry”
“She’s not you” Claire rebutted
“I’ll go and talk to her,” I said
“We’ll go together,” Claire said
“Ok” I agreed
“She’s resting now but we can go later” Claire said with a nod.
There were a few minutes of uncomfortable silence so I said
“I didn’t know you GPs did house calls any more”
“Only for “special” patients” she said with a giggle
So with the mood sufficiently lightened we chatted freely about this and that but until inevitably the conversation got around to the weekend in Godalming.
“When I was alone in my room and you were with Katy” She admitted, “I felt a bit jealous”
“Jealous?” I said surprised
“I know it’s silly” she said “I had no right to, but I did”
“Why?” I asked
“I don’t know really,” she said with a shake of the head “I’m a married woman after all who loves her husband, what I have with you is a bonus but with no strings attached”
“But there is love too” I said
“You feel that too?” Claire asked
“Oh yes” I replied
Claire sighed and looked down at her lap
“That’s why I was jealous of a dying woman,” she admitted, “because I wanted to feel your tender embrace”
I took hold of her hand and said
“Come to bed” I said
“No, no I’m just being selfish” she snapped
I stood up still holding her hand
“Come to bed” I repeated as I pulled her to her feet
“But…” she began
“Shhh I want to take you to bed now”
“Ok,” she whispered burying her face in my chest.
“Come on then,” I said “upstairs”
I led her by the hand all the way upstairs and into my bedroom.
I quickly divested her of her practical attire and I still held her big knickers in my hand as she scrambled under the covers.
I dropped her pants and Claire eyes peered at me over the top of the duvet as I slipped off my robe.
My cock, with functionality fully restored stood proud and ready for action as I joined Claire beneath the covers and cuddled up close to her.
“Do it the way you did it with Katy” she whispered
“Ok Hon” I responded and I kissed her lips softly.
As the kiss continued it grew in intensity and as our tongues entwined, my hand, which had been on her hip had slid down and was fondling her ample buttock and I explored her familiar curves like it was the first time.
While my hand was occupied at her rear Claire’s hand went straight to my cock.
I rolled her gently onto her back we stopped kissing and I looked down on her in the week winter daylight and admired the body I had enjoyed so many times before.
Her breasts were beautiful and surmounted by the dark rose pink nipples, which sat there inviting me to imbibe so I took the nearest one into my mouth and sucked on it gently.
Claire emitted a soft melodic murmur of approval so I sucked on it some more.
Reluctantly I left her erect swollen nipple wet with my saliva and watched her serene face as my hand drifted across her belly to her luxuriant curly bush.
I dallied there toying with her tousled curls as she murmured softly.
To my delight as my hand came to rest on her mound she held her breath in anticipation of its progress.
I continued watching her lying there with her eyes shut and her tongue periodically moistening her lips and after a few moments my finger parted her labia like a hot knife through butter and it was instantly immersed in her hot creamy juice.
I looked down on her again, she was biting her lip and her murmurs had become soft moans of pleasure in response to my fingering of her creamy quim.
She was beginning to become more vociferous in response to my attention and I knew she was on the brink of climax by the way she was frantic tugging on my cock.
So I brought Claire to a face contorting climax and her thighs closed on my hand.
I looked down on her as her face was still contorted with ecstasy. She opened her eyes, looked up at me and smiled.
I leant down and kissed her and as our tongues explored each other’s mouths I caressed her breast and prepared to mount her.
As I carefully positioned myself between her thighs I stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes as I slowly slid into her.
Claire sighed at the instance of penetration and then closed her eyes as she leant her head back into the pillow and sucked in air through her teeth.
I continued caressing her beautiful breast as I withdrew and entered again and again, I would normally just pounded her pussy until orgasm; But Claire wanted it the same tender way as Katy.
Claire began to writhe beneath me and lick her lips as I entered again.
I had to work so hard to control the urge to up the tempo as I normally would.
I had to suppress my animal urges, as Claire wanted this time to be a tender affair, longer in duration and more sensual.
She squirmed beneath me as she reached that ecstatic point, the hinterland between being rooted to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm.
She looked up at me as she moaned loudly and writhed beneath me and then she came with a deliciously sweet utterance that spurred me on to my own climax.
And she cried out
“Oh yesss”
Then I kissed her hot panting mouth.
When out lips parted she asked
“Was it like that with Katy?”
“Yes, sweetheart” I replied then I kissed her again before I withdrew and climbed off of her and as I pulled out she let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh before she cuddled up to me.
“No wonder she was so content” she said with her head on my chest.
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 52) Winter Revival
When morning came on the Sunday after I made love to Reverend Oliver, I awoke to find Claire and I were still in each other’s arms in much the same position as we were when we went to sleep.
It was a unique experience for us to occupy the same bed and not to have made love but so it was.
We didn’t make love that Sunday morning either, but only because it was late and Claire had to get Katy back to the village there was certainly no lack of will or urge.
After we had gotten Katy settled in the car Claire and I went back to check out and the unhelpful manager announced loudly
“The comings and goings between your rooms didn’t go unnoticed; we don’t allow any shenanigans at the Kings Arms Hotel you know”
I could see Claire was close to tears as she turned to walk out but I wasn’t having any of that so in similar level to him I said angrily.
“The lady in the car is a Church of England minister, who is terminally ill and this lady is her Doctor, and the “comings and goings” between the rooms was necessary as the Reverend needs constant nursing”
And to finish I added “you pompous arse”
This was greeted by a ripple of applause from those in earshot.
Then I took Claire’s arm and walked her to the door, on the way I spotted Lisa the friendly waitress who smiled and I paused and tipped her generously.
“Thank you for your kindness Lisa” I said and escorted Claire to her car and there we said our goodbyes in the car park as for the sake of discretion I travelled back to Bushy Down on the train.
On my return to the house I was greeted by a very eager and affectionate Georgia who was true to her word when she gave me a lot more of what she had given me before I went to Godalming.
I was thankful for the raw unrestrained sex as it took my mind off the events of the weekend.
In one of the respites between her assaults Georgia told me that when she went back to work on Saturday that everyone was given the third degree by Miss Snipe in an effort to discover which member or members of staff were responsible for soiling the furnishings in the presidents club and leaving an unsightly stain on the billiard table.
She laughed hysterically after she had told me and I thought
“You wouldn’t be laughing if you knew it was me”
No one owned up obviously and no action was taken other than to change the alarm code.
The next few days were spent in much the same way with Georgia assaulting me at every opportunity until I took horny Miss Georgie back to Roehampton in her dad’s car where once we reached her room she jumped me twice more before I left.
I had clearly created a monster, a cute nubile monster, but a monster nonetheless who for the next few weeks would have to satisfy herself.
But at least in the course of our lust-fuelled week she had added considerably to her wank bank.
When I returned home I was left alone with my own thoughts for the remainder of the week and I found them uncomfortable companions.
So on Saturday morning it was with a feeling of relief and not trepidation that I took a phone call from my agent Lionel Blum.
After the usual seasonal preamble regarding who did what over Christmas and New Year he proceeded to say that he, in turn, had received a call from the French editor I met in Paris, Henri Montpelier, who had shown my work to an editor friend of his who ran a sister publication in Tunisia.
Under normal circumstances I would have left it in Lionel’s hands but as I had never been to Tunisia before and more importantly as I was in need of a change of scene and something to distract me I agreed to accompany him to Tunis on Sunday evening.
We stayed in a very luxurious hotel which was clearly a remnant of French colonial days and once we had finished our business each day with the Tunisian publisher, Afchine Tabritzian, I found plenty to occupy my mind in both the city and colonial splendour of the Hotel thanks to a particularly friendly local by the name of Felicite Clerembeaux, a petite well tanned girl with hair the colour of ripened corn.
She acted as my tour guide showing me amongst other sights the St. Louis Cathedral, the Porte de France and the Souks Market.
While back at the Hotel she gave me French lessons, and she was a very ardent yet flexible teacher.
The temperature was in the high teens to low twenties which considering the temperature in London when we left, as my veins were full of thick brutish winter blood 20 degrees felt almost tropical so I had to go out and buy short sleeved shirts and lightweight trousers for our short stay in north Africa.
The Souks Market proved to be every bit as accommodating as my guide Felicite.
It was with some regret that with our business concluded I had to say goodbye to mademoiselle Clerembeaux and her accommodating nature.
I also said farewell to Lionel who had another appointment in Algeria regarding another client
I was still wearing my Tunisian attire when I landed back at Heathrow on Thursday night in the teeth of a blizzard and found them somewhat inadequate.
We were lucky to land when we did as a lot of flights were turned away and once on the ground I found the transport infrastructure was suffering also.
Trains were cancelled, buses were running a skeleton service and even taxis were conspicuous by there absence
So I ended up queuing for an hour to get a hire car and I finally left the airport just after 10 o’clock.
Even in the couple of hours I had been on the ground the Weather had deteriorated and temperatures had plummeted.
The roads around the airport were barely affected and the motorway was fine.
“I don’t know what all the fuss is about” I thought to myself smugly
Then I got off the motorway and onto the untreated roads and I knew exactly what all the fuss was about.
The roads were barely visible and I drove very gingerly along the first stretch, which ended, at a roundabout, which is where I got lucky.
A Range Rover entered the roundabout ahead of me and turned off onto the Bushy Down road so I got in its tracks and followed it for about four miles.
Then just as I was beginning to feel smug again my luck ran out as he turned left at the T-junction and I was going right.
As luck would have it the road was not as bad as the previous one and showed distinct signs of have had more traffic using it and there were even visible signs of Tarmac.
So I pressed on with caution and I was less than two miles from the village when disaster struck.
I took a right hand bend slightly too vigorously and lost the back end and went off the road arse first into a ditch.
I tried to drive out of it but to no avail and resigned myself to the fact I would have to walk the last mile and a half.
I got out of the car and the wind cut through my thin clothing like it wasn’t there.
“No matter” I thought, “I’ll get my bag out of the boot and put some more layers on”
But when I got to the back of the car I found the boot stoved in and I was unable to open it.
“Bollocks” I said
So there was nothing for it than to get home as quickly as possible.
The problem is that as quickly as possible isn’t vey quick at all when you are improperly dressed and walking in thick snow while being battered by a howling wind.
I made really slow progress and by the time I got home my teeth were chattering uncontrollably, I had no feeling in my extremities and my genitalia had retracted into my abdomen.
But at least I was home.
I knew my house keys were in my bag, which was in the boot of the car so I got on my hands and knees to retrieve the spare key I kept under a garden ornament in the form of a Pixie.
But the little Concrete bastard was frozen to the ground and I couldn’t move it with my frozen hands.
So I stood up and kicked it repeatedly over and over again until it finally moved.
I bent down again only to find the key wasn’t there.
Puzzled I picked up the ornament and found the key was frozen to the underside.
All I could do was to smash it as hard as I could on the path in an effort to dislodge the key, it took three attempts until it smashed and when it did bits of concrete went everywhere and one of them took the key with it into the deep snow.
“Oh fuck,” I Shouted
I stood up and paced up and down the path.
“After walking a mile and a half through this shit I’m going to die on my own doorstep” I thought darkly
Then it suddenly occurred to me that I could I could go and knock Judith up, in a manner of speaking, so I climbed the little wall that separated the front gardens and banged on her front door.
For some reason that made me laugh because I thought to myself that the alternative was to bang on her back door.
I didn’t laugh for long as no one answered the door.
“Bugger” I said, “she must be out with the new man”
So I tried Victoria’s and she didn’t respond
“She must have taken a pill,” I thought, “because she never goes anywhere”
I assumed Maisie must be staying at Chez Carrington and munching some Indian carpet.
Normally that thought would have given me a trouser tickle but the contents of my trousers were devoid of life.
I decided to head into the village and look for some signs of life in an effort to preserve mine.
I was just about to pound on Mahajak’s shop door when I noticed a light on at the surgery.
“Thank god” I said and crossed myself and like a moth I headed towards the light.
As I banged on the door I hoped and prayed that the light hadn’t just been left on to deter burglars.
I began to think the worst and was just about to bang again when I saw movement beyond the glass.
As the door opened I was surprised to see it was Claire.
“Simon?” she said as surprised as I was “what the hell are you doing outside dressed like that?”
“Caa Caa Car crcrcrashed” I stuttered “Lllllocked out”
“Come in, come in” she said urgently “Are you hurt?”
“Ccccold” I chattered
“Come with me” she ordered “we need to warm you up”
She took me from reception towards her Consulting rooms but turned down another corridor before we got there.
When we reached the end she opened the door and flicked a switch and the ceiling light flickered into life.
When the room was fully lit I could see it was the staff room equipped with easy chairs.
There were lockers running along one wall and a sink and draining board on the one opposite.
On the other wall was obviously the toilet and there was a second door next to it.
Claire didn’t dwell in the staff room however and opened the other door and flicked another switch and again a light flickered into life.
This time it was a bathroom with a large bath and shower combined and a small hand basin.
I vaguely recalled Claire mentioning they had one in one of our post coital conversations.
Claire quickly turned on the shower before turning to me.
“Right” she said, “Get those wet clothes off”
I tried to comply but I couldn’t feel my fingers as I struggled with the buttons.
So Claire had to undress me, normally a rather enjoyable activity, this time it was rather less so.
“What on earth were you thinking?” she barked as she undid my shirt “you stupid man”
I didn’t respond, as the chattering of my teeth appeared to be worsening.
“You could have died out there,” she continued pulling down my trousers and pants
“You could have died” she repeated and smacked my bare bum cheek
She placed a stool in the cubicle.
“Sit down there babe” she instructed as she helped me in to the cubicle before adjusting the shower head so I got a good dousing of the tepid water.
“StStStill cold” I stuttered after about five minutes
“I know babe” she said “but we need to warm you up slowly”
She bent down and picked up all my wet things and holding them at arms length she said
“I’ll be back in a minute”
She was good to her word and when she returned she brought a chair with her, she adjusted the temperature of the water a few degrees and then she sat down and watched me.
She repeated the procedure every ten minutes or so and after about forty minutes I was starting to get feeling back in my fingers and toes and my teeth had stopped chattering.
“Why are you here” I asked out of the blue
“I’m on call” she answered “I’d been out to a patient and I was just replenishing my bag when you knocked”
“Lucky for me” I said
“Very lucky” Claire said, “Another five minutes and I would have gone home”
It suddenly dawned on me just how lucky I had been.
Claire was chatting to me all the time but I don’t really remember much of the conversation I’m not sure but I may have been drifting in and out of consciousness.
“How are you feeling now?” she asked
“I’m warming up a bit I think” I replied
“Ok” she said and opened the cubicle door “let’s get you on your feet”
Claire helped me to stand up and took the stool away and said
“Let’s start getting that warmth circulating round your body”
“It’s hard,” I said pathetically
“Just walk round and round and if you keep moving I’ll turn the temperature up every five minutes” she said “but if you stop moving I’ll turn it down”
“What kind of a doctor are you?” I asked
“One with your best interests at heart” she said “now move”
It was quite a big bath and I just had to walk up and down.
After about an hour of this the water started to feel hot on my skin for the first time and I thought
“I’m thawed”
Five minutes later Claire said
“Ok time to get out, you’re starting to look like a lobster”
I did as I was told and got out and Claire was waiting with towels for me. And it was while she was wrapping me in them that I caught sight of my own reflection in the steamy mirror.
I wiped a patch of the glass with the corner of the towel
“Argh” I exclaimed
“What’s the matter?” Claire asked concerned “is it your chest? Are you getting pains?”
“Look! Look!” I said pointing,
“What?” she said confused
That was when I realised I was pointing at my reflection which she couldn’t see from her perspective so I looked down
“Argh” I screamed “it’s dropped off” my penis and its associated components was missing.
I was filled with remorse and then like in the last moments of a drowning man every piece of pussy I had ever had passed before my eyes in every lurid detail.
With grave concern on her face Claire stared at me before looking down at the sight of my affliction and then the heartless bitch laughed.
”Aww it looks like a button mushroom” she said unhelpfully and laughed again
“How can you be so callous” I said dramatically “show some respect for the dead”
“Don’t be so dramatic” she scolded, “give it a while and it will pop out like a jack in the box”
“No” I said solemnly “the beast is dead”
Then I turned and wrapped the towels around me to preserve my dignity before walking forlornly into the staff room and plopping down into an easy chair.
Claire followed me into the room speaking words of encouragement to me but I was not convinced,
“Don’t despair Simon,” she urged as she placed a thermometer in my mouth
“It’s only temporary”
Claire then proceeded to put a cuff around my arm to check my blood pressure.
While she pumped the bulb I was consumed by dark thoughts of the demise of my dick.
“Good” she announced loosening the cuff
Then she took the thermometer from my mouth looked at it and nodded approvingly
“I can confirm you are definitely alive,” Claire said as she sat in the Chair opposite me
“Cheer up, it won’t take much to get the old boy going again,” she said encouragingly
I was far from sure and when I looked at her I thought
“It will take a miracle with you dressed like that”
I had never seen her dressed in a more unattractive way all the time I had known her.
She was wearing a shapeless thigh length turtleneck sweater over thick black leggings, which were tucked into equally thick socks and ankle boots.
She was dressed for practicality, I knew that, it was a very sensible outfit for the conditions, but it was not sexy, and she very definitely was.
Her reassuring words regardless of what she was wearing were not bringing me out of my torpor of melancholy.
“He just needs some encouragement” she said, “just try to think of some of his past triumphs”
I was unmoved and more to the point so was he.
“Just think of all the times we’ve done it, all the places and all the positions” Claire suggested but I didn’t respond
“I can still remember vividly that first time in London at the St Gregory’s Hotel” she continued
“Yes so could I” I thought
“And when you fingered me through my tights until I screamed, God that was so dirty.. And so good” Claire paused and looked away reflectively as if she was rerunning the whole night through her head.
”Then you had me on the sofa”
I recalled her words to me as she lay panting beneath me
“It’s been so long since I had a man inside me, leave it in me a while longer Simon”
That was incredibly sexy at the time yet left me unmoved at that moment
“Then you had me on the chair” I contributed
“Yes and you wanted me completely naked but my tights were tangled around my ankle so you settled for that” she remembered
“Then you wanted to go again” I said “and produced your Lazarus pill”
“And you nearly shagged me unconscious” she paused again “and the Receptionist, Summer, thought murder was being done because you made me come so loudly”
Then she recounted every coupling we had ever engaged in, every location, every position, every orgasm and all the time my genitalia remained conspicuous by its absence.
But she carried on regardless and although her intention was to arouse my frozen soldier she only served to arouse herself instead.
As I looked at her across from me I saw she had both hands in her lap pressing her sweater between her legs and she squirmed perceptibly in her seat as she recounted the history of our love making.
“And then there was Paris” she exclaimed, “God Paris was …. Tres magnifique”
“Yes Paris was special,” I agreed as I watched her hands moving on her lap.
“It started before we got to Paris when you ripped the crotch out of my tights and fingered me on the Eurostar” she said and glanced at me and realising where my gaze was, she blushed and looked quickly away but continued with her recollections.
“We could hardly wait to reach the hotel and had barely entered the room before we were on each other and you were entering me”
She glanced in my direction and clearly thought by my expression that she was getting through to me so in the best interests of her patient she yanked up her sweater with one hand and slid the other one under her waistband and down the front of her leggings and inside her knickers.
I could see the contours of her hand in its animated probing of her own pussy
“Tell me more,” I suggested as I felt sensation down below
“Out romantic dinner in the Hotel restaurant when I went commando”
She said with her eyes closed and her lips pursed as her fingering became more frenetic.
“And you kissing my nonny while I was on the phone was very…” she paused briefly as she came “sexy”
I unwrapped the towels from around myself and found my little purple-headed friend had finally answered the call, he wasn’t in full attendance but at least he had turned up.
“Look whose here” I said
Claire opened her eyes and glanced across and did a kind of double take before she was out of her seat and scrambling towards me.
Her hand was still busy in her knickers as her mouth engulfed all of me, not that there was an awful lot of me at that point.
“Oh” I said feebly as she sucked vigorously on my diminished member while she fingered herself with equal ferocity.
And by the time she had wanked herself to orgasm my manhood was wide-awake and she gave one gentle suck on my shaft before she release it.
Claire stood up and as she turned her back on me she wiped her slavering lips on her sweater sleeve then she pulled her leggings down to her knees.
“Big knickers?” I exclaimed as I spied her arse clad in M&S passion killers
“They’re practical” she said defensively “I can’t wear silk and lace all the time you know”
“They’re certainly practical looking,” I said
“Shut up and pull them down,” she ordered
So I tugged her practical pants over her plump shapely buttocks and down her thighs.
My hand released her knickers above her knees before they crept up Claire’s firm thighs, paused briefly to appreciate her firm cheeks before they settled on her hips and prepared to guide her backwards.
Claire’s hands reached the arms of the chair and as she gripped them tightly her knuckles whitened and she moaned quietly as her buttocks clenched and she squirmed and wriggled her way down my shaft until her hot creamy cunny had consumed me.
My hand then left her hips and went up to find her tits which I was relieved to find were not enclosed in a utilitarian of practical garment but encased within lace trimmed satin cups quickly replaced by my eager hands.
Meanwhile Claire was rising and falling on me exuding the most divine utterances on the downward stroke as she creamed my balls with her exuding abundance.
I still fondled her breasts as I enjoyed the ride and Claire did all the work and making deliriously sensual sounds as she enjoyed me.
She increased the tempo as she neared Shangri-La and I could feel the burning heat from her pussy, her breaths became deeper and more erratic as her head rolled back and forth until her panting rasping breaths crescendoed as she cried out in orgasm.
Then as she rose and fell on me once more I came which seemed to take her by surprise
“Oh” she exclaimed and then relaxed on top of me and sighed
“That felt cold,” she said giggling, “You have chilly swimmers”
It was a unique experience for us to occupy the same bed and not to have made love but so it was.
We didn’t make love that Sunday morning either, but only because it was late and Claire had to get Katy back to the village there was certainly no lack of will or urge.
After we had gotten Katy settled in the car Claire and I went back to check out and the unhelpful manager announced loudly
“The comings and goings between your rooms didn’t go unnoticed; we don’t allow any shenanigans at the Kings Arms Hotel you know”
I could see Claire was close to tears as she turned to walk out but I wasn’t having any of that so in similar level to him I said angrily.
“The lady in the car is a Church of England minister, who is terminally ill and this lady is her Doctor, and the “comings and goings” between the rooms was necessary as the Reverend needs constant nursing”
And to finish I added “you pompous arse”
This was greeted by a ripple of applause from those in earshot.
Then I took Claire’s arm and walked her to the door, on the way I spotted Lisa the friendly waitress who smiled and I paused and tipped her generously.
“Thank you for your kindness Lisa” I said and escorted Claire to her car and there we said our goodbyes in the car park as for the sake of discretion I travelled back to Bushy Down on the train.
On my return to the house I was greeted by a very eager and affectionate Georgia who was true to her word when she gave me a lot more of what she had given me before I went to Godalming.
I was thankful for the raw unrestrained sex as it took my mind off the events of the weekend.
In one of the respites between her assaults Georgia told me that when she went back to work on Saturday that everyone was given the third degree by Miss Snipe in an effort to discover which member or members of staff were responsible for soiling the furnishings in the presidents club and leaving an unsightly stain on the billiard table.
She laughed hysterically after she had told me and I thought
“You wouldn’t be laughing if you knew it was me”
No one owned up obviously and no action was taken other than to change the alarm code.
The next few days were spent in much the same way with Georgia assaulting me at every opportunity until I took horny Miss Georgie back to Roehampton in her dad’s car where once we reached her room she jumped me twice more before I left.
I had clearly created a monster, a cute nubile monster, but a monster nonetheless who for the next few weeks would have to satisfy herself.
But at least in the course of our lust-fuelled week she had added considerably to her wank bank.
When I returned home I was left alone with my own thoughts for the remainder of the week and I found them uncomfortable companions.
So on Saturday morning it was with a feeling of relief and not trepidation that I took a phone call from my agent Lionel Blum.
After the usual seasonal preamble regarding who did what over Christmas and New Year he proceeded to say that he, in turn, had received a call from the French editor I met in Paris, Henri Montpelier, who had shown my work to an editor friend of his who ran a sister publication in Tunisia.
Under normal circumstances I would have left it in Lionel’s hands but as I had never been to Tunisia before and more importantly as I was in need of a change of scene and something to distract me I agreed to accompany him to Tunis on Sunday evening.
We stayed in a very luxurious hotel which was clearly a remnant of French colonial days and once we had finished our business each day with the Tunisian publisher, Afchine Tabritzian, I found plenty to occupy my mind in both the city and colonial splendour of the Hotel thanks to a particularly friendly local by the name of Felicite Clerembeaux, a petite well tanned girl with hair the colour of ripened corn.
She acted as my tour guide showing me amongst other sights the St. Louis Cathedral, the Porte de France and the Souks Market.
While back at the Hotel she gave me French lessons, and she was a very ardent yet flexible teacher.
The temperature was in the high teens to low twenties which considering the temperature in London when we left, as my veins were full of thick brutish winter blood 20 degrees felt almost tropical so I had to go out and buy short sleeved shirts and lightweight trousers for our short stay in north Africa.
The Souks Market proved to be every bit as accommodating as my guide Felicite.
It was with some regret that with our business concluded I had to say goodbye to mademoiselle Clerembeaux and her accommodating nature.
I also said farewell to Lionel who had another appointment in Algeria regarding another client
I was still wearing my Tunisian attire when I landed back at Heathrow on Thursday night in the teeth of a blizzard and found them somewhat inadequate.
We were lucky to land when we did as a lot of flights were turned away and once on the ground I found the transport infrastructure was suffering also.
Trains were cancelled, buses were running a skeleton service and even taxis were conspicuous by there absence
So I ended up queuing for an hour to get a hire car and I finally left the airport just after 10 o’clock.
Even in the couple of hours I had been on the ground the Weather had deteriorated and temperatures had plummeted.
The roads around the airport were barely affected and the motorway was fine.
“I don’t know what all the fuss is about” I thought to myself smugly
Then I got off the motorway and onto the untreated roads and I knew exactly what all the fuss was about.
The roads were barely visible and I drove very gingerly along the first stretch, which ended, at a roundabout, which is where I got lucky.
A Range Rover entered the roundabout ahead of me and turned off onto the Bushy Down road so I got in its tracks and followed it for about four miles.
Then just as I was beginning to feel smug again my luck ran out as he turned left at the T-junction and I was going right.
As luck would have it the road was not as bad as the previous one and showed distinct signs of have had more traffic using it and there were even visible signs of Tarmac.
So I pressed on with caution and I was less than two miles from the village when disaster struck.
I took a right hand bend slightly too vigorously and lost the back end and went off the road arse first into a ditch.
I tried to drive out of it but to no avail and resigned myself to the fact I would have to walk the last mile and a half.
I got out of the car and the wind cut through my thin clothing like it wasn’t there.
“No matter” I thought, “I’ll get my bag out of the boot and put some more layers on”
But when I got to the back of the car I found the boot stoved in and I was unable to open it.
“Bollocks” I said
So there was nothing for it than to get home as quickly as possible.
The problem is that as quickly as possible isn’t vey quick at all when you are improperly dressed and walking in thick snow while being battered by a howling wind.
I made really slow progress and by the time I got home my teeth were chattering uncontrollably, I had no feeling in my extremities and my genitalia had retracted into my abdomen.
But at least I was home.
I knew my house keys were in my bag, which was in the boot of the car so I got on my hands and knees to retrieve the spare key I kept under a garden ornament in the form of a Pixie.
But the little Concrete bastard was frozen to the ground and I couldn’t move it with my frozen hands.
So I stood up and kicked it repeatedly over and over again until it finally moved.
I bent down again only to find the key wasn’t there.
Puzzled I picked up the ornament and found the key was frozen to the underside.
All I could do was to smash it as hard as I could on the path in an effort to dislodge the key, it took three attempts until it smashed and when it did bits of concrete went everywhere and one of them took the key with it into the deep snow.
“Oh fuck,” I Shouted
I stood up and paced up and down the path.
“After walking a mile and a half through this shit I’m going to die on my own doorstep” I thought darkly
Then it suddenly occurred to me that I could I could go and knock Judith up, in a manner of speaking, so I climbed the little wall that separated the front gardens and banged on her front door.
For some reason that made me laugh because I thought to myself that the alternative was to bang on her back door.
I didn’t laugh for long as no one answered the door.
“Bugger” I said, “she must be out with the new man”
So I tried Victoria’s and she didn’t respond
“She must have taken a pill,” I thought, “because she never goes anywhere”
I assumed Maisie must be staying at Chez Carrington and munching some Indian carpet.
Normally that thought would have given me a trouser tickle but the contents of my trousers were devoid of life.
I decided to head into the village and look for some signs of life in an effort to preserve mine.
I was just about to pound on Mahajak’s shop door when I noticed a light on at the surgery.
“Thank god” I said and crossed myself and like a moth I headed towards the light.
As I banged on the door I hoped and prayed that the light hadn’t just been left on to deter burglars.
I began to think the worst and was just about to bang again when I saw movement beyond the glass.
As the door opened I was surprised to see it was Claire.
“Simon?” she said as surprised as I was “what the hell are you doing outside dressed like that?”
“Caa Caa Car crcrcrashed” I stuttered “Lllllocked out”
“Come in, come in” she said urgently “Are you hurt?”
“Ccccold” I chattered
“Come with me” she ordered “we need to warm you up”
She took me from reception towards her Consulting rooms but turned down another corridor before we got there.
When we reached the end she opened the door and flicked a switch and the ceiling light flickered into life.
When the room was fully lit I could see it was the staff room equipped with easy chairs.
There were lockers running along one wall and a sink and draining board on the one opposite.
On the other wall was obviously the toilet and there was a second door next to it.
Claire didn’t dwell in the staff room however and opened the other door and flicked another switch and again a light flickered into life.
This time it was a bathroom with a large bath and shower combined and a small hand basin.
I vaguely recalled Claire mentioning they had one in one of our post coital conversations.
Claire quickly turned on the shower before turning to me.
“Right” she said, “Get those wet clothes off”
I tried to comply but I couldn’t feel my fingers as I struggled with the buttons.
So Claire had to undress me, normally a rather enjoyable activity, this time it was rather less so.
“What on earth were you thinking?” she barked as she undid my shirt “you stupid man”
I didn’t respond, as the chattering of my teeth appeared to be worsening.
“You could have died out there,” she continued pulling down my trousers and pants
“You could have died” she repeated and smacked my bare bum cheek
She placed a stool in the cubicle.
“Sit down there babe” she instructed as she helped me in to the cubicle before adjusting the shower head so I got a good dousing of the tepid water.
“StStStill cold” I stuttered after about five minutes
“I know babe” she said “but we need to warm you up slowly”
She bent down and picked up all my wet things and holding them at arms length she said
“I’ll be back in a minute”
She was good to her word and when she returned she brought a chair with her, she adjusted the temperature of the water a few degrees and then she sat down and watched me.
She repeated the procedure every ten minutes or so and after about forty minutes I was starting to get feeling back in my fingers and toes and my teeth had stopped chattering.
“Why are you here” I asked out of the blue
“I’m on call” she answered “I’d been out to a patient and I was just replenishing my bag when you knocked”
“Lucky for me” I said
“Very lucky” Claire said, “Another five minutes and I would have gone home”
It suddenly dawned on me just how lucky I had been.
Claire was chatting to me all the time but I don’t really remember much of the conversation I’m not sure but I may have been drifting in and out of consciousness.
“How are you feeling now?” she asked
“I’m warming up a bit I think” I replied
“Ok” she said and opened the cubicle door “let’s get you on your feet”
Claire helped me to stand up and took the stool away and said
“Let’s start getting that warmth circulating round your body”
“It’s hard,” I said pathetically
“Just walk round and round and if you keep moving I’ll turn the temperature up every five minutes” she said “but if you stop moving I’ll turn it down”
“What kind of a doctor are you?” I asked
“One with your best interests at heart” she said “now move”
It was quite a big bath and I just had to walk up and down.
After about an hour of this the water started to feel hot on my skin for the first time and I thought
“I’m thawed”
Five minutes later Claire said
“Ok time to get out, you’re starting to look like a lobster”
I did as I was told and got out and Claire was waiting with towels for me. And it was while she was wrapping me in them that I caught sight of my own reflection in the steamy mirror.
I wiped a patch of the glass with the corner of the towel
“Argh” I exclaimed
“What’s the matter?” Claire asked concerned “is it your chest? Are you getting pains?”
“Look! Look!” I said pointing,
“What?” she said confused
That was when I realised I was pointing at my reflection which she couldn’t see from her perspective so I looked down
“Argh” I screamed “it’s dropped off” my penis and its associated components was missing.
I was filled with remorse and then like in the last moments of a drowning man every piece of pussy I had ever had passed before my eyes in every lurid detail.
With grave concern on her face Claire stared at me before looking down at the sight of my affliction and then the heartless bitch laughed.
”Aww it looks like a button mushroom” she said unhelpfully and laughed again
“How can you be so callous” I said dramatically “show some respect for the dead”
“Don’t be so dramatic” she scolded, “give it a while and it will pop out like a jack in the box”
“No” I said solemnly “the beast is dead”
Then I turned and wrapped the towels around me to preserve my dignity before walking forlornly into the staff room and plopping down into an easy chair.
Claire followed me into the room speaking words of encouragement to me but I was not convinced,
“Don’t despair Simon,” she urged as she placed a thermometer in my mouth
“It’s only temporary”
Claire then proceeded to put a cuff around my arm to check my blood pressure.
While she pumped the bulb I was consumed by dark thoughts of the demise of my dick.
“Good” she announced loosening the cuff
Then she took the thermometer from my mouth looked at it and nodded approvingly
“I can confirm you are definitely alive,” Claire said as she sat in the Chair opposite me
“Cheer up, it won’t take much to get the old boy going again,” she said encouragingly
I was far from sure and when I looked at her I thought
“It will take a miracle with you dressed like that”
I had never seen her dressed in a more unattractive way all the time I had known her.
She was wearing a shapeless thigh length turtleneck sweater over thick black leggings, which were tucked into equally thick socks and ankle boots.
She was dressed for practicality, I knew that, it was a very sensible outfit for the conditions, but it was not sexy, and she very definitely was.
Her reassuring words regardless of what she was wearing were not bringing me out of my torpor of melancholy.
“He just needs some encouragement” she said, “just try to think of some of his past triumphs”
I was unmoved and more to the point so was he.
“Just think of all the times we’ve done it, all the places and all the positions” Claire suggested but I didn’t respond
“I can still remember vividly that first time in London at the St Gregory’s Hotel” she continued
“Yes so could I” I thought
“And when you fingered me through my tights until I screamed, God that was so dirty.. And so good” Claire paused and looked away reflectively as if she was rerunning the whole night through her head.
”Then you had me on the sofa”
I recalled her words to me as she lay panting beneath me
“It’s been so long since I had a man inside me, leave it in me a while longer Simon”
That was incredibly sexy at the time yet left me unmoved at that moment
“Then you had me on the chair” I contributed
“Yes and you wanted me completely naked but my tights were tangled around my ankle so you settled for that” she remembered
“Then you wanted to go again” I said “and produced your Lazarus pill”
“And you nearly shagged me unconscious” she paused again “and the Receptionist, Summer, thought murder was being done because you made me come so loudly”
Then she recounted every coupling we had ever engaged in, every location, every position, every orgasm and all the time my genitalia remained conspicuous by its absence.
But she carried on regardless and although her intention was to arouse my frozen soldier she only served to arouse herself instead.
As I looked at her across from me I saw she had both hands in her lap pressing her sweater between her legs and she squirmed perceptibly in her seat as she recounted the history of our love making.
“And then there was Paris” she exclaimed, “God Paris was …. Tres magnifique”
“Yes Paris was special,” I agreed as I watched her hands moving on her lap.
“It started before we got to Paris when you ripped the crotch out of my tights and fingered me on the Eurostar” she said and glanced at me and realising where my gaze was, she blushed and looked quickly away but continued with her recollections.
“We could hardly wait to reach the hotel and had barely entered the room before we were on each other and you were entering me”
She glanced in my direction and clearly thought by my expression that she was getting through to me so in the best interests of her patient she yanked up her sweater with one hand and slid the other one under her waistband and down the front of her leggings and inside her knickers.
I could see the contours of her hand in its animated probing of her own pussy
“Tell me more,” I suggested as I felt sensation down below
“Out romantic dinner in the Hotel restaurant when I went commando”
She said with her eyes closed and her lips pursed as her fingering became more frenetic.
“And you kissing my nonny while I was on the phone was very…” she paused briefly as she came “sexy”
I unwrapped the towels from around myself and found my little purple-headed friend had finally answered the call, he wasn’t in full attendance but at least he had turned up.
“Look whose here” I said
Claire opened her eyes and glanced across and did a kind of double take before she was out of her seat and scrambling towards me.
Her hand was still busy in her knickers as her mouth engulfed all of me, not that there was an awful lot of me at that point.
“Oh” I said feebly as she sucked vigorously on my diminished member while she fingered herself with equal ferocity.
And by the time she had wanked herself to orgasm my manhood was wide-awake and she gave one gentle suck on my shaft before she release it.
Claire stood up and as she turned her back on me she wiped her slavering lips on her sweater sleeve then she pulled her leggings down to her knees.
“Big knickers?” I exclaimed as I spied her arse clad in M&S passion killers
“They’re practical” she said defensively “I can’t wear silk and lace all the time you know”
“They’re certainly practical looking,” I said
“Shut up and pull them down,” she ordered
So I tugged her practical pants over her plump shapely buttocks and down her thighs.
My hand released her knickers above her knees before they crept up Claire’s firm thighs, paused briefly to appreciate her firm cheeks before they settled on her hips and prepared to guide her backwards.
Claire’s hands reached the arms of the chair and as she gripped them tightly her knuckles whitened and she moaned quietly as her buttocks clenched and she squirmed and wriggled her way down my shaft until her hot creamy cunny had consumed me.
My hand then left her hips and went up to find her tits which I was relieved to find were not enclosed in a utilitarian of practical garment but encased within lace trimmed satin cups quickly replaced by my eager hands.
Meanwhile Claire was rising and falling on me exuding the most divine utterances on the downward stroke as she creamed my balls with her exuding abundance.
I still fondled her breasts as I enjoyed the ride and Claire did all the work and making deliriously sensual sounds as she enjoyed me.
She increased the tempo as she neared Shangri-La and I could feel the burning heat from her pussy, her breaths became deeper and more erratic as her head rolled back and forth until her panting rasping breaths crescendoed as she cried out in orgasm.
Then as she rose and fell on me once more I came which seemed to take her by surprise
“Oh” she exclaimed and then relaxed on top of me and sighed
“That felt cold,” she said giggling, “You have chilly swimmers”
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 51) Twelfth Night (Part Three) Serviced With Reverence
When I got back to Claire’s room after reluctantly agreeing to make love to Katy Oliver, I was still drying my eyes.
I knocked on the door and waited, and as she opened it she blurted out
“Well?”
“Yes” I said bursting into tears
And as Claire hugged me she started crying herself.
Obviously I had lost people dear to me during my life and had to cope with the resulting grief.
But this was something else, something for which I had no frame of reference.
She was a dear friend and a minister of God
A good and godly person, an ally against the dark, a force for good
There was no point asking why the God she loved so much was taking her.
And she didn’t question it; she was prepared for it and content with it.
What complicated things for me and what added a different dimension to the situation was that she wanted me to make love to her.
It was the only thing that she wished for.
She could have demanded any number of things and they would have been fourth coming because she was so beloved.
It was the only thing she craved, she was content to go then.
All I had to do was agree and I did, how could I refuse the dying wish from the most unselfish person I had ever met.
Once Claire and I had composed ourselves it was well into the evening and we were very hungry.
Claire went in to see Katy and I went in search of food
I requested to have our food sent up to the room as our friend was ill but the manager wouldn’t accommodate us.
“This is an Hotel” he announced “not an Hospital”
“Pompous twat” I said as I left the hotel and went out to find a Chinese takeaway.
I ordered a broad selection of dishes and took the order back to the hotel.
A kind waitress called Lisa smuggled plates and cutlery upstairs to Katie’s room for us and we ate our Chinese together.
I’m not sure why but there was no awkwardness considering the reason we were breaking bread together.
Looking back It was quite surreal, laughing and joking, me, my lover/pimp and my vicar/client, as we shared a meal never once mentioning what was to happen afterwards.
After we had finished the meal I went back to Claire’s room and showered and shaved while Claire helped Katy prepare.
I’m not really sure what was actually involved in preparing a vicar to be rogered by a serial philanderer but what ever it was Claire was doing it.
I had just finished putting my dressing gown on when the door opened and the good doctor walked in wearing a frown.
“Everything ok?” I asked
“Yes, yes” she replied and forced a smile
“Well I’m ready for action,” I said as I gave her a super hero salute in a vain attempt to lighten the mood as much for me as for her.
I didn’t feel much like a super hero.
Claire stepped forward and hugged me and we stood there for a full five minutes just holding each other in silence before she broke both the embrace and the silence.
“Off you go then stud” she said with false light heartedness “don’t keep the lady waiting”
“Ok boss” I said
“Nothing too vigorous” Claire added “she’s ill remember”
I just nodded,
“And if anything out of the ordinary happens, call me” she said
“You don’t think this is already out of the ordinary?” I asked
“Oh god” she said and sat down heavily on the sofa
“If this goes wrong they’ll lock me up and throw away the key”
“Calm yourself” I said as I sat next to her
“As if it’s not bad enough that I’m shagging a patient” she continued, “I could be struck off just for that alone”
This was accompanied with a firm shake of her head then with barely a breath she added
“But no I have to pimp him out as well”
She got to her feet and turned to me
“And to a Church of England minister no less”
“Its ok” I said as I stood up and took hold of her gently
“Were doing this for her”
“But what if Katy dies during the act or as a result of it, they’d lock me in the Tower for sure”
“Relax,” I said firmly “nothing will go wrong, I will be very gentle”
Then she hugged me tightly.
I left Claire sitting on the sofa looking anxious, my attempts to reassure her having totally failed.
As the door closed behind me I let out a long sigh and the brave face I had been putting on for Claire melted away.
I was far from convinced all was going to be well; I had no idea even if I would be able to perform, given the circumstances.
I did think of asking Claire for one of her Lazarus pills but thought better of it.
With one of those in my system I couldn’t be relied upon not to be “vigorous”.
So I crossed the hall and sighed again before I opened the door and re imposed the brave face as I entered Katie’s room.
She was sitting up in bed wearing what I recognised even in the dimly lit room as Claire’s pink silk robe.
Although there were as yet no outward signs of her illness I had no idea where I would even start.
Her inexperience was of course a factor but there was the added complication of the limited options regarding positions, flexibility, agility, stamina etc.
In my numerous dalliances I was used to my partner being well and truly lubricated and with her illness and its associated medications I was concerned she might be dry.
There was also a nagging doubt in the back of my mind that it might be painful for her, and not just for the lack of some KY.
I sat on the bed next to her and took hold of her hand.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked
“Yes” she replied “very sure”
There appeared to be no hint of apprehension on her part, though I could feel my own oozing from every pore.
Katy smiled at me and squeezed my hand as if to say, “come old son you can do this”
My main motivation was that I didn’t want to let her down.
However despite my misgivings, my philanderer’s eye soon noticed her dark areolas visible through the pink silk and I felt my inner letch swimming to the surface.
I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed its
“Your wish is my command fair maiden,” I said though I was far from ready for action
I stood up and gazed down at her and she took my getting to my feet as the signal to lie down.
I slipped off my dressing gown and let it drop to the floor, I expected a modest woman of the cloth like Katy to avert her gaze but her eyes never left me.
I got under the duvet and cuddled up close to her, my little Christian soldier was still conspicuous by his absence.
“Hello hon” I said
“Do you call all your um..?” she asked pausing briefly while she selected the right word “partners, hon?”
“Hon or babe” I replied “it means that, and this is going to sound rather shallow, I don’t get the name wrong”
“That doesn’t sound shallow at all” Katie said and laughed out loud.
“Well There is nothing kills the moment more than saying Vera when you’re making love to Alice” I said defensively.
“I can see how that might be awkward,” she said still laughing
When she finally stopped giggling she said
“I think I like hon”
“Hello hon” I said
“Hello” she responded
And I kissed her lips softly and when she responded I felt a stirring.
As the kiss continued it grew in intensity and as our tongues entwined, my hand, which had been on her hip had slid down and was fondling her ample buttock and as I explored her curves I was delighted to find she was naked beneath the robe.
While my hand was occupied at her rear Katie’s hand also went exploring and was very soon gripping my cock.
Virgin she may have been but shy she was not.
Katy had turned onto her side as I got into bed and I had cuddled up to face her but then as we kissed and she continued to play with my shaft I rolled her gently onto her back.
I untied the belt on her robe and slowly opened the two halves like the leaves of a rare first edition.
We stopped kissing and I looked down on her in the half-light and admired her body.
Her breasts were more substantial than I was expecting and were surmounted by dark rose pink nipples which sat there inviting me to imbibe so I took the nearest one into my mouth and sucked on it gently.
Katy emitted a soft melodic murmur of approval.
I left her erect swollen nipple wet with my saliva and watched her serene face as my hand drifted across her belly to her luxuriant curly bush.
I dallied there toying with her tousled curls and she still murmured softly.
As my hand came to rest on her mound she held her breath in anticipation of its progress and after a moment my finger parted her lips like a paper knife opening a letter and it was instantly immersed in her hot creamy juice.
“So much for being dry,” I thought as I looked down on her.
She was biting her lip and her murmurs had become soft moans of pleasure in response to my fingering of her slippery slit.
She had not become excessively vociferous in response to my attention but even if I had not been experienced in such matters I would easily have known she was on the brink by the way she was frantic tugging on my cock.
So having reached the point where I couldn’t have got her any wetter if I fingered her until candlemass I brought to a face contorting climax and her thighs closed on my hand.
I looked down on her as her face relaxed back to her angelic demeanour and she opened her eyes and smiled.
I leant down and kissed her and as our tongues explored each other’s mouths I caressed her breast and prepared to mount her.
As I carefully positioned myself between her thighs I stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes as I slowly slid into her.
Katy winced momentarily at the instance of penetration and then closed her eyes as she leant her head back into the pillow and sucked in air through her teeth.
I continued caressing her beautiful breast as I withdrew and entered again and again.
Katy began to writhe a little beneath me and lick her lips as I entered again.
I had to work so hard to control the urge to up the tempo as I normally would.
I had to suppress my animal urges, her first and only time had to be a tender affair, longer in duration and more sensual.
She squirmed beneath me as she reached that ecstatic point, the hinterland between being rooted to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm.
She looked up at me as she softly moaned and writhed beneath me and then she came with a deliciously sweet utterance that spurred me on to my own climax.
And she cried out
“Oh Godddd”
Then I kissed her hot panting mouth.
“That was wonderful,” she panted.
I kissed her again and withdrew and climbed off of her and she let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh as she cuddled up to me.
“When can we do it again?” she asked with her head on my chest.
“I thought you said, “I just want to feel truly alive one last time before the end,”” I queried
She lifted her head and looked at me coyly and replied
“Well it is twelfth night, I might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb, two sins for the price of one”
It was one o’clock on Sunday morning when I kissed the sleeping Katy
“Goodnight hon” I said and returned to Claire’s room.
When I walked in the room she was sleeping in on the sofa.
I knelt down beside her and kissed her forehead.
She stirred and opened her eyes then a look of alarm spread across her face.
“Oh God” she exclaimed, “what’s happened?”
“Nothing has happened” I reassured her “Katy is fine”
“Did you do it?” she asked
“Yes” I answered “twice”
Claire went across the hall to check on Katy and I got myself ready for bed.
It was more than an hour later when she returned and I was sitting up in bed reading.
“Ok?” I asked
“Yes” Claire replied, “she wants you to say goodnight”
“Ok” I said and got out of bed
“Don’t be long,” she ordered, “she’s very tired and she’s had her meds”
I knocked lightly on the door and I heard a faint
“Come in”
I open the door
“Hey” I said
“Hey yourself” she replied “come and sit on the bed”
I obliged her and sat next to her as I had earlier and as before she took hold of my hand.
“Thank you Simon” she said weekly “for making feel alive”
“Just rest now” I said and kissed her forehead
“Yes” she said, “you’ve fair worn me out”
And she drifted off to sleep.
I kissed her again and said
“Goodnight Katy”
I quietly left the room and crossed the hall and opened the door to Claire’s room.
She was in bed lying on her side and I slipped in and snuggled up behind her and wrapped my arms around her.
“I think we did the right thing” Claire said “didn’t we?”
“Yes we did,” I agreed
And for the first time ever we went to sleep without making love.
I knocked on the door and waited, and as she opened it she blurted out
“Well?”
“Yes” I said bursting into tears
And as Claire hugged me she started crying herself.
Obviously I had lost people dear to me during my life and had to cope with the resulting grief.
But this was something else, something for which I had no frame of reference.
She was a dear friend and a minister of God
A good and godly person, an ally against the dark, a force for good
There was no point asking why the God she loved so much was taking her.
And she didn’t question it; she was prepared for it and content with it.
What complicated things for me and what added a different dimension to the situation was that she wanted me to make love to her.
It was the only thing that she wished for.
She could have demanded any number of things and they would have been fourth coming because she was so beloved.
It was the only thing she craved, she was content to go then.
All I had to do was agree and I did, how could I refuse the dying wish from the most unselfish person I had ever met.
Once Claire and I had composed ourselves it was well into the evening and we were very hungry.
Claire went in to see Katy and I went in search of food
I requested to have our food sent up to the room as our friend was ill but the manager wouldn’t accommodate us.
“This is an Hotel” he announced “not an Hospital”
“Pompous twat” I said as I left the hotel and went out to find a Chinese takeaway.
I ordered a broad selection of dishes and took the order back to the hotel.
A kind waitress called Lisa smuggled plates and cutlery upstairs to Katie’s room for us and we ate our Chinese together.
I’m not sure why but there was no awkwardness considering the reason we were breaking bread together.
Looking back It was quite surreal, laughing and joking, me, my lover/pimp and my vicar/client, as we shared a meal never once mentioning what was to happen afterwards.
After we had finished the meal I went back to Claire’s room and showered and shaved while Claire helped Katy prepare.
I’m not really sure what was actually involved in preparing a vicar to be rogered by a serial philanderer but what ever it was Claire was doing it.
I had just finished putting my dressing gown on when the door opened and the good doctor walked in wearing a frown.
“Everything ok?” I asked
“Yes, yes” she replied and forced a smile
“Well I’m ready for action,” I said as I gave her a super hero salute in a vain attempt to lighten the mood as much for me as for her.
I didn’t feel much like a super hero.
Claire stepped forward and hugged me and we stood there for a full five minutes just holding each other in silence before she broke both the embrace and the silence.
“Off you go then stud” she said with false light heartedness “don’t keep the lady waiting”
“Ok boss” I said
“Nothing too vigorous” Claire added “she’s ill remember”
I just nodded,
“And if anything out of the ordinary happens, call me” she said
“You don’t think this is already out of the ordinary?” I asked
“Oh god” she said and sat down heavily on the sofa
“If this goes wrong they’ll lock me up and throw away the key”
“Calm yourself” I said as I sat next to her
“As if it’s not bad enough that I’m shagging a patient” she continued, “I could be struck off just for that alone”
This was accompanied with a firm shake of her head then with barely a breath she added
“But no I have to pimp him out as well”
She got to her feet and turned to me
“And to a Church of England minister no less”
“Its ok” I said as I stood up and took hold of her gently
“Were doing this for her”
“But what if Katy dies during the act or as a result of it, they’d lock me in the Tower for sure”
“Relax,” I said firmly “nothing will go wrong, I will be very gentle”
Then she hugged me tightly.
I left Claire sitting on the sofa looking anxious, my attempts to reassure her having totally failed.
As the door closed behind me I let out a long sigh and the brave face I had been putting on for Claire melted away.
I was far from convinced all was going to be well; I had no idea even if I would be able to perform, given the circumstances.
I did think of asking Claire for one of her Lazarus pills but thought better of it.
With one of those in my system I couldn’t be relied upon not to be “vigorous”.
So I crossed the hall and sighed again before I opened the door and re imposed the brave face as I entered Katie’s room.
She was sitting up in bed wearing what I recognised even in the dimly lit room as Claire’s pink silk robe.
Although there were as yet no outward signs of her illness I had no idea where I would even start.
Her inexperience was of course a factor but there was the added complication of the limited options regarding positions, flexibility, agility, stamina etc.
In my numerous dalliances I was used to my partner being well and truly lubricated and with her illness and its associated medications I was concerned she might be dry.
There was also a nagging doubt in the back of my mind that it might be painful for her, and not just for the lack of some KY.
I sat on the bed next to her and took hold of her hand.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked
“Yes” she replied “very sure”
There appeared to be no hint of apprehension on her part, though I could feel my own oozing from every pore.
Katy smiled at me and squeezed my hand as if to say, “come old son you can do this”
My main motivation was that I didn’t want to let her down.
However despite my misgivings, my philanderer’s eye soon noticed her dark areolas visible through the pink silk and I felt my inner letch swimming to the surface.
I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed its
“Your wish is my command fair maiden,” I said though I was far from ready for action
I stood up and gazed down at her and she took my getting to my feet as the signal to lie down.
I slipped off my dressing gown and let it drop to the floor, I expected a modest woman of the cloth like Katy to avert her gaze but her eyes never left me.
I got under the duvet and cuddled up close to her, my little Christian soldier was still conspicuous by his absence.
“Hello hon” I said
“Do you call all your um..?” she asked pausing briefly while she selected the right word “partners, hon?”
“Hon or babe” I replied “it means that, and this is going to sound rather shallow, I don’t get the name wrong”
“That doesn’t sound shallow at all” Katie said and laughed out loud.
“Well There is nothing kills the moment more than saying Vera when you’re making love to Alice” I said defensively.
“I can see how that might be awkward,” she said still laughing
When she finally stopped giggling she said
“I think I like hon”
“Hello hon” I said
“Hello” she responded
And I kissed her lips softly and when she responded I felt a stirring.
As the kiss continued it grew in intensity and as our tongues entwined, my hand, which had been on her hip had slid down and was fondling her ample buttock and as I explored her curves I was delighted to find she was naked beneath the robe.
While my hand was occupied at her rear Katie’s hand also went exploring and was very soon gripping my cock.
Virgin she may have been but shy she was not.
Katy had turned onto her side as I got into bed and I had cuddled up to face her but then as we kissed and she continued to play with my shaft I rolled her gently onto her back.
I untied the belt on her robe and slowly opened the two halves like the leaves of a rare first edition.
We stopped kissing and I looked down on her in the half-light and admired her body.
Her breasts were more substantial than I was expecting and were surmounted by dark rose pink nipples which sat there inviting me to imbibe so I took the nearest one into my mouth and sucked on it gently.
Katy emitted a soft melodic murmur of approval.
I left her erect swollen nipple wet with my saliva and watched her serene face as my hand drifted across her belly to her luxuriant curly bush.
I dallied there toying with her tousled curls and she still murmured softly.
As my hand came to rest on her mound she held her breath in anticipation of its progress and after a moment my finger parted her lips like a paper knife opening a letter and it was instantly immersed in her hot creamy juice.
“So much for being dry,” I thought as I looked down on her.
She was biting her lip and her murmurs had become soft moans of pleasure in response to my fingering of her slippery slit.
She had not become excessively vociferous in response to my attention but even if I had not been experienced in such matters I would easily have known she was on the brink by the way she was frantic tugging on my cock.
So having reached the point where I couldn’t have got her any wetter if I fingered her until candlemass I brought to a face contorting climax and her thighs closed on my hand.
I looked down on her as her face relaxed back to her angelic demeanour and she opened her eyes and smiled.
I leant down and kissed her and as our tongues explored each other’s mouths I caressed her breast and prepared to mount her.
As I carefully positioned myself between her thighs I stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes as I slowly slid into her.
Katy winced momentarily at the instance of penetration and then closed her eyes as she leant her head back into the pillow and sucked in air through her teeth.
I continued caressing her beautiful breast as I withdrew and entered again and again.
Katy began to writhe a little beneath me and lick her lips as I entered again.
I had to work so hard to control the urge to up the tempo as I normally would.
I had to suppress my animal urges, her first and only time had to be a tender affair, longer in duration and more sensual.
She squirmed beneath me as she reached that ecstatic point, the hinterland between being rooted to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm.
She looked up at me as she softly moaned and writhed beneath me and then she came with a deliciously sweet utterance that spurred me on to my own climax.
And she cried out
“Oh Godddd”
Then I kissed her hot panting mouth.
“That was wonderful,” she panted.
I kissed her again and withdrew and climbed off of her and she let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh as she cuddled up to me.
“When can we do it again?” she asked with her head on my chest.
“I thought you said, “I just want to feel truly alive one last time before the end,”” I queried
She lifted her head and looked at me coyly and replied
“Well it is twelfth night, I might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb, two sins for the price of one”
It was one o’clock on Sunday morning when I kissed the sleeping Katy
“Goodnight hon” I said and returned to Claire’s room.
When I walked in the room she was sleeping in on the sofa.
I knelt down beside her and kissed her forehead.
She stirred and opened her eyes then a look of alarm spread across her face.
“Oh God” she exclaimed, “what’s happened?”
“Nothing has happened” I reassured her “Katy is fine”
“Did you do it?” she asked
“Yes” I answered “twice”
Claire went across the hall to check on Katy and I got myself ready for bed.
It was more than an hour later when she returned and I was sitting up in bed reading.
“Ok?” I asked
“Yes” Claire replied, “she wants you to say goodnight”
“Ok” I said and got out of bed
“Don’t be long,” she ordered, “she’s very tired and she’s had her meds”
I knocked lightly on the door and I heard a faint
“Come in”
I open the door
“Hey” I said
“Hey yourself” she replied “come and sit on the bed”
I obliged her and sat next to her as I had earlier and as before she took hold of my hand.
“Thank you Simon” she said weekly “for making feel alive”
“Just rest now” I said and kissed her forehead
“Yes” she said, “you’ve fair worn me out”
And she drifted off to sleep.
I kissed her again and said
“Goodnight Katy”
I quietly left the room and crossed the hall and opened the door to Claire’s room.
She was in bed lying on her side and I slipped in and snuggled up behind her and wrapped my arms around her.
“I think we did the right thing” Claire said “didn’t we?”
“Yes we did,” I agreed
And for the first time ever we went to sleep without making love.
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