It was the Friday morning after Valentines Day when I was rudely awakened from my slumber by a persistent banging sound.
This was particularly annoying as I was snuggled up comfortably behind Claire on the sofa beneath a tartan blanket and was in no mood to relinquish my privileged position.
The banging continued and I suddenly remembered.
“Nurse” I shouted
“No, me doctor, you writer” Claire said and chuckled then she added.
“I can dress up as a nurse if you like, blue cotton dress, puffy sleeves, starched white apron, black stockings and no knickers”
She chuckled again
Bang, bang, bang,
“No” I said, “That’s the nurse”
“Oh shit,” Claire exclaimed
I jumped out of bed and pulled on my trousers as I went out the door I looked back and said
“I like the sound of the nurse’s uniform hon, so hold that thought”
I tugged my shirt on over my head as I rushed down the hall to the front door.
I took a breath and then opened it and a tall ruddy-faced woman was standing there.
“I’m so sorry nurse,” I said “it was a bit of a long night, do come in”
“And how is the patient now?” she asked as she stepped inside.
So I briefly told her that after a restless night Katy’s fever had finally broken in the early hours.
She paused briefly at the foot of the stairs to ask if she had eaten anything and what fluids she had, had and then she went upstairs.
I went back to the study and found Claire hiding behind the door with the tartan throw wrapped around her.
“My clothes are in the upstairs bathroom,” she whispered
I had wondered what she had done with them
“You have your big knickers” I corrected her and laughed
“It’s not funny” she said crossly and then contradicted herself by laughing.
“Come on” I said taking her hand and leading her out into the hall
“Where are we going?” she asked
“Well you are going in here” I said and opened the shower room door “You can have a shower while the nurse is upstairs, I will come and get you when she’s gone”
Then I kissed her and left her to it.
I was in the kitchen washing up when the nurse came back down.
“Ok Mr. Fisher she’s still sleeping soundly, her temperature is fine, and I didn’t wake her so I have left her meds in a cup on the bedside table” The nurse said
“You can leave her sleeping for another hour or so but no more than two”
“Thank you nurse” I said and showed her to the door.
When the front door closed behind her I went up stairs and retrieved Claire’s clothes from the upstairs bathroom and carried them down to the study.
Then I undressed in the hall outside the shower room before opening the door and going in.
I could see Claire’s well-defined shape through the glass before I opened the door and joined her in the cubicle.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” she asked
“I’m just making sure you don’t miss anything” I replied
“I don’t think anything will be missed” she said and kissed me as her soapy hand took hold of my shaft.
“In fact I think I’m probably going to get everything”
Once I was satisfied every inch of Claire’s body was absolutely clean, and having paid particular attention the parts of special interest, I sullied her anew in the shower and then washed her all over again.
I left Claire drying herself as I was apparently only drying the interesting bits and ran upstairs to get dressed.
When I was decent I looked in on Katy who was just getting out of bed.
“Morning Katy” I said
“Morning Simon” she responded “Is it time for breakfast yet?”
“Yes it is” I replied with a chuckle “do you want it in bed?”
“I think I’d like to come downstairs for it” she said
“Bath first?” I asked
“Mm, please” she answered
I left her sitting on the bed and went in the bathroom and ran the bath.
“Can I come in” Claire called as I was on my way back to get Katy
“Yes” we chorused
Claire took over the bath routine and I went down to cook breakfast.
As Claire was technically on call the night before, even though due to the problems with the mobile network she didn’t get called, she didn’t need to be at the surgery until around eleven which was much later than usual so she joined us for breakfast.
Obviously her previous exertions had left a hole in her reserves, which needed to be filled because she cleared her plate and had some off of mine as well.
She nearly choked as she stole the second chipolata off my plate and I said
“Haven’t you had enough sausage yet?”
“Not nearly enough” she replied
It was almost 10.30am as we sat at the kitchen table having consumed our full English breakfasts and were just finishing our tea when I said to Katy as she yawned
“Tired already, all you’ve done is eat and sleep since your fever broke”
“Well you know me and fried food, and that bed is so comfortable”
She replied
“There’s no reason why you can’t carry on sleeping up there” I suggested
“No I couldn’t,” she said definitely
“Of course you can” I insisted
“Where will you sleep?” Katy asked
“Well, when I’m here I can sleep in the spare room or my study”
I replied
“You don’t need all the paraphernalia down here yet and you can see visitors up there just as well as in the lounge”
“You’ll be much more comfortable up there” Claire added “that hospital bed is so hard”
Then Claire blushed as she had just alluded to an afternoon of lust in the lounge with me.
“I’ll change the bedding of course,” I said changing the subject “you were a bit of a sweaty Betty”
Then still blushing Claire said
“I need to get to the surgery” and got up and kissed us both on the cheeks.
I followed her out of the kitchen and helped her on with her coat before kissing her goodbye properly.
After Claire had gone I made Katy another drink.
“Are you ok sitting in here while I go and make the bed?”
“Of course” she replied “I rather like it in here”
I went upstairs and changed the bedding and after depositing the dirty set in the wash bin I carried the laundry basket downstairs.
“Your bed chamber is ready for you madam,” I announced
“Could I stay down here a bit longer?” she asked
“I don’t see why not” I replied.
So I set up an armchair in the corner of the kitchen for her, she was very pleased.
“Great” she said, “now I can enjoy the view”
It was a nice view I agreed though I rather took it for granted.
“More importantly” she continued, “from now on I’ll be closer to the food”
We both laughed but it was a pleasure she wouldn’t be able enjoy towards the end so to quote the Reverend word for word
“I intend to make the most of it while I can”
Later that morning, having discussed it with Katy first, I phoned Olivier at the surgery about resuming visiting.
Katy felt guilty for letting people down by not being able to see them, now that she was feeling better she was keen to try and reduce the backlog.
We didn’t see Claire anymore that day as about and hour after speaking to Olivier we heard the news that Omid Mahajak had collapsed in the shop.
It happened shortly after Claire left us and she was actually passing by the shop on the way to the surgery when it happened.
Claire attended to him and stayed with him until the ambulance arrived, which was some time as there were delays due to the previous night’s snow.
This made her exceptionally late for her rounds, which kept her, occupied for the rest of the day and as she was away for a family occasion we wouldn’t see her until Tuesday.
I have to say that the first thought to enter my mind was how it was going to affect me.
The last time Omid was in hospital I was comforting Shula every other night infact I was comforting the arse of her three days a week.
I just didn’t have time for that kind of commitment this time.
After lunch Katy went upstairs for a rest, and she slept all afternoon.
That gave me a chance to catch up on the laundry.
In the evening she had a couple of visitors, who she received in the lounge, and then a very apologetic out of breath district nurse arrived.
When she had gone Katy and I had a very passable lasagne courtesy of Clemence Carrington from the European home cooked Meal Mountain in my chest freezer.
After that Katy watched me clear away before I carried her upstairs where she got herself ready for bed.
I stayed on hand just by the bathroom door in case I was needed.
But I wasn’t and she emerged and made herself comfortable in bed.
“There’s nothing quite like fresh bed linen is there?” she said
“No indeed there isn’t,” I agreed
Then we finished watching “The Philadelphia Story” and I read a few chapters of Harry Potter before the long blinks set in and she was ready for sleep.
Saturday morning was a much quieter affair than the day before and I was up and dressed before the district nurse knocked on the door.
I think Molly had finally run out of frumpy nurses and had started to recycle them because I had definitely seen that day’s specimen before.
Mid morning, with Katy sat on her throne in the kitchen we had two unexpected visitors, Judith Hunt and Pandora Parkinson-Brown.
They were very apologetic for not going through the proper channels; they were going out for the day with the Beaumont’s
“We were on our way out so we thought we’d just pop in and say hello,” Judith said.
They stayed for an hour then left us in peace to eat lunch.
In the afternoon I asked Katy what she would prefer TV or book and she answered
“Cribbage”
So she spent the next couple of hours wiping the floor with me until the new Vicar Robert Hunter and his fiancé Ophelia Bushe arrived.
They were staying that night as I was on patrol with the Roving Angels.
We were all sitting around the kitchen table laughing and joking when there was a knock at the door, I checked the clock on the wall and thought to myself “that will be this evenings frumpy Nurse”.
But when I opened the door I found it was Molly.
“Hi Moll, I was right then” I said
“Right about what?” she asked
“I was just thinking that its time for the frumpy nurse to call and here you are,” I said
“Cheeky git” she said punching my arm
After she had attended to Katy she joined the rest of us for an Indian takeaway.
As we were demolishing our curry banquet Katy declared
“This is one thing I am definitely going to miss”
Now far from this putting a dampener on proceedings it prompted raucous laughter and a deep theological discussion on whether heaven could truly be heaven without Indian food.
In the end the consensus was that Indian and Chinese would be available but Pizzas would not.
After dinner Tilly helped Katy get ready for bed and Robert and Molly cleared away while I got into my Roving Angels uniform.
As it turned out I didn’t have to leave the house as early as I had thought.
As Molly was on nights at Kiddlingtone Hospital she offered to drop me off as it was on her way.
On the journey I felt I had to broach the subject of the undesirable nurses she had been sending and by undesirable I mean unattractive.
As nurses I had no complaints at all they were just a bit dowdy.
“I’m not sending them for your benefit” she pointed out.
“And anyway if I sent you a pretty one what would you do with her?”
“Or put another way when would you do her?”
I had to admit she made a valid point; it was difficult to make a move on one of the nurses.
“Fair comment” I admitted
“If there was any chance of a shag I’d be doing all the visits myself” she said as she pulled into the car park.
“Well I promise to jump you the first chance I get,” I said and I gave her a quick kiss, which soon turned into a snog.
After a long boring shift on the mean streets of Kiddlingstone I Arrived home in a Taxi just before 5 am.
I dumped my fleece and coat on the back of a kitchen chair and went upstairs to look in on Katy before I crept into my study and crawled onto a sofa and fell instantly asleep.
I didn’t see or hear the Nurse in the morning so had no way of knowing if she was another frump or not.
Robert went off early to St Lucy’s for the morning service while
Tilly stayed to attend to Katy until I resurfaced.
Katy had wanted to go to church herself but as she was still recovering from the fever she got the last time she went it was decided in her best interests that she should stay home and credit to Tilly she stood her ground.
She had a lot of visitors that Sunday, 12 in all and she had already had 4 before I got up and another 2 before I appeared in the kitchen showered and dressed for the day.
Within ten minutes of my arrival Tilly rushed off to join her beloved Robert and Katy and I settled back into our own routine.
Had I known however that she had already spent much of the morning with visitors I wouldn’t have agreed so readily to the six she had in the afternoon.
It completely wore her out and Katy had a very uncomfortable night as she had done too much.
As a result of her poor nights sleep and her obvious discomfiture the nurse gave her a sedative and Katy slept a lot of the day.
This enabled me to spend Monday afternoon spanking a very obliging India Carrington in my garage.
Thankfully Katy had a much better nights sleep on Monday night.
The next morning I left Katy sitting in the kitchen while I took a walk down to Mahajak’s store to pick up some bread and milk.
I saw Victoria Braithwaite walking the opposite way carrying a bag of shopping and we engaged in conversation.
I was in a hurry as I didn’t really want to leave Katy on her own for any longer than necessary but Victoria did like to chat.
But she obviously picked up on my anxiety as after a few minutes of chatting she suggested she could go and sit with the Vicar while I did the shopping.
I gave her a hug and a kiss and told her that the front door was on the latch.
In the shop I saw Maisie stacking shelves at the back of the shop
“Hi Mais” I called
“Hello Simon” she called back, smiled and carried on working.
I quickly dashed around the shop and picked up the few bits I wanted and went up to the counter just as Shula’s tidy little arse appeared as she reversed out through bead curtain.
“Just do it the way I asked for Gods sake” she snapped
As she turned around her face looked tired and drawn but her frown melted away when she saw me and her face beamed.
“Simon” she said flustered “I didn’t realise it was you”
“How are you doing hon?” I asked
“Oh not bad” she replied “Maisie has been a terrific help but she cant be here as many hours as we need her with Omid in hospital and with Anjuli or me spending so much time with him its difficult”
“Is there anything I can do?” I asked
She smiled and blushed and I think she was about to say exactly what I could do for her when the bead curtains parted and there appeared a nice looking young man only a year or two older than Shula who tutted loudly at his arrival.
“Simon Fisher, this is Alois Zunguzah,” She said and we shook hands.
“Alois is my cousin and he is here to help us out while Omid is in hospital. It was decided by the family to send him”
Then he slipped back through the curtain.
“It’s just a shame the family have sent me an idiot” Shula said somewhat harshly loud enough for him to hear.
I returned home and relieved Victoria and the rest of the day passed off without incident.
As did Wednesday apart from a visit from Olivier Adamson
who called in to tell me off for letting Judith and Pandora in to see Katy without an appointment.
“Without rules there would be anarchy Mr Fisher” she sermonised
I apologised but suggested to her that perhaps visitors should be spread out across the day so Katy could rest between visits.
Olivier seemed to take the suggestion on board.
Life with Katy had seemed to settle into its own pattern and Thursday was no exception.
Lunchtime briefly found me back in the shop where I found Shula in a blue funk.
“What where the family thinking?” she asked me
“What kind of an asset is he supposed to be when he can’t even drive the shop van?”
In an effort to calm her down I took Shula outside the shop to talk to her and managed to pour oil on troubled waters and calm her down sufficiently and then I heard myself volunteering to drive the van to the cash and carry for her on Friday, provided I could find someone to look after Katy while I did so.
On Friday morning I left Katy in good spirits with Maria Cherry-Thicket, who taught drama at St Lucy’s school, to keep her company while I drove Shula to the cash and carry.
It was an amazing place, I had never been to one before, and it was like an Aladdin’s cave of goodies.
But Shula was not as impressed as I was and nor was she in as good a humour.
We finished the shopping as we began it, in silence.
I loaded the stock into the van and exited the car park also in silence.
On the way out of Kiddingstone it started to rain, I tried to coax her into conversation but still Shula sat in ill humoured silence.
When I turned onto the Bushy Downe road the sky had grown really dark and thunder cracked in the distance.
Then the rain fell ever harder until the wipers could barely cope.
As luck would have it we were just approaching the same lay-by that Georgia and I stopped in the previous summer when we disgraced ourselves in the family Passatt.
Anyway on this occasion I turned into the lay-by to wait for the rain to abate.
I had barely applied the handbrake when Shula started nibbling my earlobe as the thunderstorm took hold. I had clearly established the reason for her ill humour, she was frustrated.
“That’s not the reason I stopped here,” I said weekly but that was the sum total of my resistance as moments later I had her sweater off and I was sucking on her chocolate coloured nipples while I unzipped her jeans.
I tugged the denim off her buttocks and her cotton panties quickly followed.
Thunder clapped loudly overhead as my finger explored the moistness of her minge.
And it was while I was considering exactly how I was going to finish her off, that a HGV roared loudly into the lay-by and Shula was spooked.
She quickly covered herself, conscious that she might be seen, but I knew they couldn’t see us any more than we could see them.
So as quickly as it was possible to do with a throbbing hard on in my trousers I opened the driver’s door and ran around to the passenger side.
I opened the passenger door and unceremoniously bundled her through the side door in amongst the boxes of baked beans and soup.
Then I climbed in after her and closed the door behind me.
With an excited giggle she stripped off her clothes and set about releasing my swollen manhood from its confines.
She was kissing me urgently with her tongue darting in and out of my mouth while she tugged roughly on my cock.
Then with a grin spread wide across her face she settled back on a case of vegetable oil with her legs spread wide and her lips open to her juicy pink quim.
I fingered her hot pussy with two fingers of one hand making her moan while she grasped hold of my cock.
Then she pushed my sticky fingers away from her dewy lips with one hand and pulled me into her with the other.
"This is how you can help me,” she moaned appreciatively.
Her legs locked around me and crossed at the ankles and she pulled me all the way in.
“Ohhhhh” she exclaimed as she received me.
The same with the next stroke and the next
I gave her three more full lengths and she came noisily
Shula panted a few times through gritted teeth
Then when she came again the volume of her climax was almost deafening in the confines of the van.
Shula was making my balls wet and deafening me simultaneously.
As I continued she came twice more in quick succession making the same delicious sound and the van was rocking.
“Oh”
“Oh”
“Oh”
“Ohhhhh”
I was on the very brink of ecstasy and Shula’s next orgasm would be the finale for us both.
I had a great rhythm going, her legs were gripping me hard and I was playing with her tits as I banged her and banged her
“Orrrrw” she uttered with every hard stroke
“Orrrrw”
Then as the strokes shortened it changed until we reached that perfect point of climax when we both came together
“OORRRRR” she screamed at the top of her lungs and thunder boomed so loud above it shook the van as if to punctuate our passion.
Saturday, 13 April 2013
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 62) St Valentine’s Day (Part Two)
After I watched Claire drive off in her 4 x 4 into the snowy late afternoon I went inside and drew all the curtains, turned on the lights and cranked the heating up.
Then I went into the kitchen and boiled the kettle.
I made Katy and I a drink, but before I carried them upstairs I went into what used to be the lounge and picked up a couple of DVD’s and the Harry Potter book I had been reading to her.
With the entertainment tucked under my arm and two steaming mugs in my hand I knocked on the door with my free hand.
“Are you decent?” I asked as I slowly pushed open the door.
“You don’t have to knock” she said weakly
“It’s the polite thing to do before entering a ladies boudoir” I said gallantly
“There you are Milady” I said as I put her tea on the nightstand
“Thanks” she said “I’m really gasping”
“I bought up a couple of films” I said with a frown as I drew the curtains and noticed the snow was falling faster
“Or we could carry on with the book” I added as I put on the bedside lamp
“Could we just have some music?” Katy said “I don’t think I can concentrate on anything else”
“Of course, do you have a preference?” I asked
“Something classical would be nice” she replied “no Wagner or Mahler, something light”
“I have just the thing” I said as I got up and left the room.
I came back about five minutes later with my laptop and connected it to the TV.
After a moment or two a selection of John Barry tunes began to play.
While Katy drank her tea I settled myself into the armchair in the corner, which was probably the most uncomfortable chair I had ever sat in, though in truth I only got it for decoration.
“I like this” Katy said after about half an hour, though in truth she kept drifting off to sleep.
I passed the time away scribbling vague story outlines in my notebook, brief snatches of dialogue; character studies that kind of thing.
All of which would be fleshed out on the computer at a later date.
Then the phone rang, I picked it up and could see it was Claire
“Hey you” I said “I was beginning to get a bit worried”
“I’m quite safe” she responded “how’s the patient?”
“Sleeping” I replied
“No I’m not” interrupted Katy
“How’s her temperature?” Claire asked
“I’m not due to take it again for another half an hour” I replied
“Well take it now while I’m on the phone” she insisted
So I did as she asked and it hadn’t changed since lunchtime.
“Should I give her, her tablets now?” I asked
“No the nurse can do that when she gets there” Claire replied
“Ah” I exclaimed
“Ah what?” she asked suspiciously, so I told her about the phone call I took while she was in with Katy.
“I wish you’d told me Simon” she said crossly, “I would have stayed”
“That’s precisely why I didn’t tell you” I replied
“Were you that desperate to get rid of me?” she asked sadly
“Never that” I replied
Claire eventually conceded my motives were well meaning and gave me my instructions for the evening, and promised to ring again later.
It was about 7 o’clock when I woke up in the armchair after a short doze just in time to see Katy coming out of the bathroom.
As she stood in the doorway with the bright bathroom light behind her, her nightie became completely see through.
Despite the facts, that she was a woman of the cloth and terminally ill this was a very pleasing sight.
“What are you up to?” I asked
“I needed the loo” she replied
“I should have been helping you” I said
“I didn’t want to wake you” she said “and I don’t need help to pee”
So I helped her back into bed.
“If you promise to behave while I’m gone, I’ll make you some supper” I said “what would you like?”
“I’m not hungry” she said
“You should try and eat something” I insisted “how about some soup?”
“No not the soup again, it gave me wind” she answered
“I noticed” I said
“Oh, you didn’t?” she exclaimed and blushed
“I think my fever is getting worse” she continued fanning herself at the same time.
“Could I just have another cup of tea” she asked and sank back into the pillows.
“Of course you can?” I said but I don’t think she heard the answer.
While I was in the kitchen I made myself a sandwich and ate it at the table before I went back upstairs.
After her cup of tea Katy said she felt up to watching something so I held up the two DVDs I brought upstairs earlier and let her pick.
So we watched “The Philadelphia Story”, well in truth I watched it while Katy drifted back off into a fitful sleep.
I touched her forehead and it was still burning hot but although the room didn’t feel cold she was shivering so I pulled the throw up over the top of the duvet.
About 9 o’clock the phone rang, I got up from the armchair and hurried downstairs.
“Hello?” I said
“Oh Simon, thank god” Claire exclaimed
“Claire? Why are you ringing on the landline?” I asked
“The network is down because of the blizzards” she explained
“And it’s taken me an absolute age to get this number, I had to phone the Gregory’s first, then they phoned Georgia, who phoned Molly, who phoned your mum who phoned me”
“I’m guessing the call from my mum wasn’t a quick one”
“No, she’s a chatty woman isn’t she?” Claire said with a laugh
“Well you got me in the end” I said
“Anyway how’s the patient doing?” she said back to business
“She’s still very hot and she’s sleeping a lot” I explained
“But she’s not sleeping soundly and she’s not resting comfortably”
There was silence from the phone so I continued
“I think that’s a good sign isn’t it? That means she’s fighting it off” I said hopefully
“How’s her appetite been”? Claire asked avoiding my question
“Not good” I answered “she hasn’t eaten much at all, but I’m keeping her hydrated”
“Hmmm” she responded
“Is hmmm good or bad” I asked
“Neither” she said “Keep watching her closely and hopefully the fever will break by morning”
“And if it doesn’t?” I asked
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, call me if there is a change” She said, her voice cracking “I’ll get to you as early as I can in the morning”
And then she was gone.
I slept in the uncomfortable armchair in my room and woke up about 2 am with pins and needles in my arm.
I gingerly picked up my dead arm with my unaffected hand while life flooded painfully back into it.
Having successfully restored blood flow to my stricken limb I walked downstairs to the kitchen.
While I waited for the kettle to boil I looked out the window and it appeared to have stopped snowing.
I opened the back door and looked out, it had stopped and the wind had died away and when I looked up I could breaks in the cloud.
I made a mug of Milo and went back upstairs and Claire was still restlessly murmuring in her sleep.
I settled back into the armchair from hell, drank my Milo and dosed off again.
When I came too an hour or so later I forgot where I was I couldn’t see much in the darkness and there were no familiar sounds to aid me, and then it dawned on me, there was silence.
I fumbled with the light switch on the lamp and eventually switched it on.
There before me, peacefully sleeping in my bed was Katy.
I stood up and walked over to the bedside and sat down.
She was breathing un-laboured and when I touched her forehead it was cool and clammy, her fever had broken.
I sat there for about 20 minutes just watching her sleep then quite suddenly she licked her lips and opened her eyes.
After a moment she looked at me and smiled.
“Could I have an omelette?” she said “I’m starving”
And I burst out laughing.
While Katy sat in bed devouring a five egg omelette I went downstairs and phoned the Doctor
“Hello” A tired voice croaked
“Claire?” I asked not sure if I had just woken some poor unsuspecting stranger
“Simon?” she replied “is everything ok?”
“The fever has broken” I said
“Thank god” Claire responded “is she still sleeping?”
“No” I replied “she’s eating an omelette”
And we both laughed
I hung up the phone and went straight back upstairs to find Katy mopping up the last remnants of her omelette with her third slice of bread.
“Was that to madam’s satisfaction?” I asked her in my pompous butler’s voice
“Lovely” she replied wiping her mouth with her serviette.
“Have you had enough?” I enquired
“Oh yes” she replied “if I have anymore I wont enjoy my breakfast”
“What about another tea?” I suggested
“Oh yes please” she replied with a grin
When I returned with her fresh mug of tea I said
“I phoned Claire, she’ll be here when the weather permits”
And as I sat back in the armchair Katy said
“She loves you, you know?”
“I know” I said honestly “But not the way she loves Brian”
“Yes” she mused “she still loves him very much”
“She’s still in love with him” I continued “And Claire will never leave him”
“It’s a real “till death to us part” kind of thing for her" Katy said "which is how it should be”
I nodded in agreement and then Katy said
“You love her though don’t you?”
“Yes I do” I replied “but not in the way I love Georgia”
“But its love all the same” she added
"Yes it’s definitely love" I conceded
"What a tangled wed we weave" Katy said philosophically
"Yes life can be very complicated"
"Its not life that’s complicated, life is just life, its people who add the complication" Katy corrected me
"You are very sage Katy" i said
"Don’t mention food" she said "I’m still hungry, when’s breakfast?"
I looked at my watch and said
"Not for a couple of hours yet"
"Damn" she cursed and holding out her mug "can I have some more tea then?"
She gave me her trademark lopsided grin as I took the mug from her.
I went downstairs to the kitchen and made her another mug of tea and as I was about to ascend the stairs with it the front door opened and Nanook of the North stepped into the hallway.
The figure was dressed in a fur hat, long winter coat with a heavy woolen scarf wrapped around the neck and knee length boots. Oh and although they couldn’t be seen, practical pants.
“Claire?” I said, “What are you doing here?”
“I didn’t have anything better to do” she replied
As she un-wrapped the scarf from around her neck I took off her fur hat and kissed her forehead.
“Where’s your car? I didn’t hear you pull up,” I asked as she sat on the stairs and unzipped her boots
“Do the honours?” she said holding out a leg.
I put down the tea on the hall table and pulled her boot off to reveal knee length “practical socks”.
“I parked at the surgery and walked up” she replied as she held out the other leg “how’s Katy?”
“Fine, she’s just waiting for this”
I replied and picked up the mug of tea.
“I’ll take that up,” she said taking it from my hand before heading up the stairs.
I went back into the kitchen and made drinks for the two of us.
Half an hour later, long after I’d finished my drink and had poured Claire’s down the sink she came back downstairs still wearing her overcoat.
I walked out into the hall to meet her and asked
”Do you want a cuppa?”
”No” she replied “I want some Valentines loving”
”It’s not Valentines Day anymore hon” I said
"It’s close enough" she responded as she unbuttoned her coat to reveal her beautiful naked breasts with her deep pink nipples standing proud in the cold hallway.
The only other thing she had on beneath her coat were the knee length socks and her big white practical pants.
Claire stepped in close and we kissed as my hands slipped inside her coat and settled on her waist which then pulled her closer to me.
Her kiss was warm and sensual and ever fibre of me tingled.
She pulled her lips away but still close enough that I could feel her breath as she spoke
“Where can we go?” she panted.
I kissed her hot mouth quickly and then took her hand and led her into the study, it was as far away from Katy’s sleeping figure as was possible to get.
So even if Dr noisy knickers screamed when she came it was unlikely to disturb Katy.
We went into the study, which was more crowded than was usual due to the necessity of having to store some of the lounge furniture in there.
But there was more than enough room for what we had in mind.
Once inside I slipped her coat off and pushed her back against the door.
I cupped her firm round breasts and teased her nipples until they resembled Valentine rosebuds.
Then I fell to my knees and kissed her fleshy breasts and took each nipple into my mouth in turn as she ran her fingers through my hair.
My fingers were grasping at the waistband of her big knickers,
So I tugged her big practical pants over her plump shapely buttocks and down her thighs.
The further her pants descended so did my lips as I kissed the skin of her quivering belly her knickers had reached her knees,
When they had settled around her ankles my face was buried in her lush fragrant bush.
I let Claire step out of her drawers as I climbed back up her body.
My hands fell on her deliciously firm buttocks as my lips found hers and we kissed again
Claire quickly undressed me until we both stood naked save for our socks.
I guided her towards the larger of the two sofas but she paused.
“Do it like you love me” she implored.
“What?”
“Pretend just for tonight that you love me” she asked
“I don’t have to pretend Claire” I replied and with a huge smile on her face she threw herself into my arms and we kissed.
Then with real urgency she scrambled on to the sofa and waited for me.
She didn’t have to wait long as I scrambled after her and lay half on and half off of her.
I put my hand on the side of her face and pulled her head gently towards mine.
I teased her lips with mine several times until she smiled open mouthed and my tongue penetrated her mouth and we dissolved into a sea of passion.
My hand left her cheek and caught her breast as it rose and fell on her heaving chest.
Claire’s hands scratched lightly at my back as my hand crossed her belly and as my fingers combed through her tousled bush I stopped kissing her.
Claire looked up at me open mouthed as my digits progressed, she closed her eyes and sucked in air through her teeth as she opened like a piece of ripe fruit to the gentle touch of my fingertips.
Between her parted lips my fingers reveled in the sensual syrup of her secretions.
Our foreheads touched and she panted in my face with each stroke along her creamy crack.
With her eyes closed and her lips pursed my fingering became more frenetic until her body tensed and she gasped.
I kissed her hot panting mouth as I maneuvered above her; she grasped my cock firmly and guided me into her hot creamy cunny.
Claire exuded a divinely sensual sound as she received me and her hands were on my buttocks groping and squeezing.
As the tempo increased she moaned and sighed and as she neared Shangri-La when I could feel the burning heat from her pussy, her rasping breaths became deeper.
Her panting became erratic, her head rolled and her nails dug into my fleshy cheeks and then with a sensual scream and a satisfying shudder she cried out in orgasm.
I gave her two more extremely short strokes and I followed her over the abyss.
“Oh” she exclaimed and kissed me as I lay on top of her.
“Was that what you had in mind” I asked between pants
“That was exactly what I had in mind” she replied with a sigh Reluctantly, I withdrew and rolled off her where in blissful contentment we cuddled up underneath a tartan throw and went to sleep.
Then I went into the kitchen and boiled the kettle.
I made Katy and I a drink, but before I carried them upstairs I went into what used to be the lounge and picked up a couple of DVD’s and the Harry Potter book I had been reading to her.
With the entertainment tucked under my arm and two steaming mugs in my hand I knocked on the door with my free hand.
“Are you decent?” I asked as I slowly pushed open the door.
“You don’t have to knock” she said weakly
“It’s the polite thing to do before entering a ladies boudoir” I said gallantly
“There you are Milady” I said as I put her tea on the nightstand
“Thanks” she said “I’m really gasping”
“I bought up a couple of films” I said with a frown as I drew the curtains and noticed the snow was falling faster
“Or we could carry on with the book” I added as I put on the bedside lamp
“Could we just have some music?” Katy said “I don’t think I can concentrate on anything else”
“Of course, do you have a preference?” I asked
“Something classical would be nice” she replied “no Wagner or Mahler, something light”
“I have just the thing” I said as I got up and left the room.
I came back about five minutes later with my laptop and connected it to the TV.
After a moment or two a selection of John Barry tunes began to play.
While Katy drank her tea I settled myself into the armchair in the corner, which was probably the most uncomfortable chair I had ever sat in, though in truth I only got it for decoration.
“I like this” Katy said after about half an hour, though in truth she kept drifting off to sleep.
I passed the time away scribbling vague story outlines in my notebook, brief snatches of dialogue; character studies that kind of thing.
All of which would be fleshed out on the computer at a later date.
Then the phone rang, I picked it up and could see it was Claire
“Hey you” I said “I was beginning to get a bit worried”
“I’m quite safe” she responded “how’s the patient?”
“Sleeping” I replied
“No I’m not” interrupted Katy
“How’s her temperature?” Claire asked
“I’m not due to take it again for another half an hour” I replied
“Well take it now while I’m on the phone” she insisted
So I did as she asked and it hadn’t changed since lunchtime.
“Should I give her, her tablets now?” I asked
“No the nurse can do that when she gets there” Claire replied
“Ah” I exclaimed
“Ah what?” she asked suspiciously, so I told her about the phone call I took while she was in with Katy.
“I wish you’d told me Simon” she said crossly, “I would have stayed”
“That’s precisely why I didn’t tell you” I replied
“Were you that desperate to get rid of me?” she asked sadly
“Never that” I replied
Claire eventually conceded my motives were well meaning and gave me my instructions for the evening, and promised to ring again later.
It was about 7 o’clock when I woke up in the armchair after a short doze just in time to see Katy coming out of the bathroom.
As she stood in the doorway with the bright bathroom light behind her, her nightie became completely see through.
Despite the facts, that she was a woman of the cloth and terminally ill this was a very pleasing sight.
“What are you up to?” I asked
“I needed the loo” she replied
“I should have been helping you” I said
“I didn’t want to wake you” she said “and I don’t need help to pee”
So I helped her back into bed.
“If you promise to behave while I’m gone, I’ll make you some supper” I said “what would you like?”
“I’m not hungry” she said
“You should try and eat something” I insisted “how about some soup?”
“No not the soup again, it gave me wind” she answered
“I noticed” I said
“Oh, you didn’t?” she exclaimed and blushed
“I think my fever is getting worse” she continued fanning herself at the same time.
“Could I just have another cup of tea” she asked and sank back into the pillows.
“Of course you can?” I said but I don’t think she heard the answer.
While I was in the kitchen I made myself a sandwich and ate it at the table before I went back upstairs.
After her cup of tea Katy said she felt up to watching something so I held up the two DVDs I brought upstairs earlier and let her pick.
So we watched “The Philadelphia Story”, well in truth I watched it while Katy drifted back off into a fitful sleep.
I touched her forehead and it was still burning hot but although the room didn’t feel cold she was shivering so I pulled the throw up over the top of the duvet.
About 9 o’clock the phone rang, I got up from the armchair and hurried downstairs.
“Hello?” I said
“Oh Simon, thank god” Claire exclaimed
“Claire? Why are you ringing on the landline?” I asked
“The network is down because of the blizzards” she explained
“And it’s taken me an absolute age to get this number, I had to phone the Gregory’s first, then they phoned Georgia, who phoned Molly, who phoned your mum who phoned me”
“I’m guessing the call from my mum wasn’t a quick one”
“No, she’s a chatty woman isn’t she?” Claire said with a laugh
“Well you got me in the end” I said
“Anyway how’s the patient doing?” she said back to business
“She’s still very hot and she’s sleeping a lot” I explained
“But she’s not sleeping soundly and she’s not resting comfortably”
There was silence from the phone so I continued
“I think that’s a good sign isn’t it? That means she’s fighting it off” I said hopefully
“How’s her appetite been”? Claire asked avoiding my question
“Not good” I answered “she hasn’t eaten much at all, but I’m keeping her hydrated”
“Hmmm” she responded
“Is hmmm good or bad” I asked
“Neither” she said “Keep watching her closely and hopefully the fever will break by morning”
“And if it doesn’t?” I asked
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, call me if there is a change” She said, her voice cracking “I’ll get to you as early as I can in the morning”
And then she was gone.
I slept in the uncomfortable armchair in my room and woke up about 2 am with pins and needles in my arm.
I gingerly picked up my dead arm with my unaffected hand while life flooded painfully back into it.
Having successfully restored blood flow to my stricken limb I walked downstairs to the kitchen.
While I waited for the kettle to boil I looked out the window and it appeared to have stopped snowing.
I opened the back door and looked out, it had stopped and the wind had died away and when I looked up I could breaks in the cloud.
I made a mug of Milo and went back upstairs and Claire was still restlessly murmuring in her sleep.
I settled back into the armchair from hell, drank my Milo and dosed off again.
When I came too an hour or so later I forgot where I was I couldn’t see much in the darkness and there were no familiar sounds to aid me, and then it dawned on me, there was silence.
I fumbled with the light switch on the lamp and eventually switched it on.
There before me, peacefully sleeping in my bed was Katy.
I stood up and walked over to the bedside and sat down.
She was breathing un-laboured and when I touched her forehead it was cool and clammy, her fever had broken.
I sat there for about 20 minutes just watching her sleep then quite suddenly she licked her lips and opened her eyes.
After a moment she looked at me and smiled.
“Could I have an omelette?” she said “I’m starving”
And I burst out laughing.
While Katy sat in bed devouring a five egg omelette I went downstairs and phoned the Doctor
“Hello” A tired voice croaked
“Claire?” I asked not sure if I had just woken some poor unsuspecting stranger
“Simon?” she replied “is everything ok?”
“The fever has broken” I said
“Thank god” Claire responded “is she still sleeping?”
“No” I replied “she’s eating an omelette”
And we both laughed
I hung up the phone and went straight back upstairs to find Katy mopping up the last remnants of her omelette with her third slice of bread.
“Was that to madam’s satisfaction?” I asked her in my pompous butler’s voice
“Lovely” she replied wiping her mouth with her serviette.
“Have you had enough?” I enquired
“Oh yes” she replied “if I have anymore I wont enjoy my breakfast”
“What about another tea?” I suggested
“Oh yes please” she replied with a grin
When I returned with her fresh mug of tea I said
“I phoned Claire, she’ll be here when the weather permits”
And as I sat back in the armchair Katy said
“She loves you, you know?”
“I know” I said honestly “But not the way she loves Brian”
“Yes” she mused “she still loves him very much”
“She’s still in love with him” I continued “And Claire will never leave him”
“It’s a real “till death to us part” kind of thing for her" Katy said "which is how it should be”
I nodded in agreement and then Katy said
“You love her though don’t you?”
“Yes I do” I replied “but not in the way I love Georgia”
“But its love all the same” she added
"Yes it’s definitely love" I conceded
"What a tangled wed we weave" Katy said philosophically
"Yes life can be very complicated"
"Its not life that’s complicated, life is just life, its people who add the complication" Katy corrected me
"You are very sage Katy" i said
"Don’t mention food" she said "I’m still hungry, when’s breakfast?"
I looked at my watch and said
"Not for a couple of hours yet"
"Damn" she cursed and holding out her mug "can I have some more tea then?"
She gave me her trademark lopsided grin as I took the mug from her.
I went downstairs to the kitchen and made her another mug of tea and as I was about to ascend the stairs with it the front door opened and Nanook of the North stepped into the hallway.
The figure was dressed in a fur hat, long winter coat with a heavy woolen scarf wrapped around the neck and knee length boots. Oh and although they couldn’t be seen, practical pants.
“Claire?” I said, “What are you doing here?”
“I didn’t have anything better to do” she replied
As she un-wrapped the scarf from around her neck I took off her fur hat and kissed her forehead.
“Where’s your car? I didn’t hear you pull up,” I asked as she sat on the stairs and unzipped her boots
“Do the honours?” she said holding out a leg.
I put down the tea on the hall table and pulled her boot off to reveal knee length “practical socks”.
“I parked at the surgery and walked up” she replied as she held out the other leg “how’s Katy?”
“Fine, she’s just waiting for this”
I replied and picked up the mug of tea.
“I’ll take that up,” she said taking it from my hand before heading up the stairs.
I went back into the kitchen and made drinks for the two of us.
Half an hour later, long after I’d finished my drink and had poured Claire’s down the sink she came back downstairs still wearing her overcoat.
I walked out into the hall to meet her and asked
”Do you want a cuppa?”
”No” she replied “I want some Valentines loving”
”It’s not Valentines Day anymore hon” I said
"It’s close enough" she responded as she unbuttoned her coat to reveal her beautiful naked breasts with her deep pink nipples standing proud in the cold hallway.
The only other thing she had on beneath her coat were the knee length socks and her big white practical pants.
Claire stepped in close and we kissed as my hands slipped inside her coat and settled on her waist which then pulled her closer to me.
Her kiss was warm and sensual and ever fibre of me tingled.
She pulled her lips away but still close enough that I could feel her breath as she spoke
“Where can we go?” she panted.
I kissed her hot mouth quickly and then took her hand and led her into the study, it was as far away from Katy’s sleeping figure as was possible to get.
So even if Dr noisy knickers screamed when she came it was unlikely to disturb Katy.
We went into the study, which was more crowded than was usual due to the necessity of having to store some of the lounge furniture in there.
But there was more than enough room for what we had in mind.
Once inside I slipped her coat off and pushed her back against the door.
I cupped her firm round breasts and teased her nipples until they resembled Valentine rosebuds.
Then I fell to my knees and kissed her fleshy breasts and took each nipple into my mouth in turn as she ran her fingers through my hair.
My fingers were grasping at the waistband of her big knickers,
So I tugged her big practical pants over her plump shapely buttocks and down her thighs.
The further her pants descended so did my lips as I kissed the skin of her quivering belly her knickers had reached her knees,
When they had settled around her ankles my face was buried in her lush fragrant bush.
I let Claire step out of her drawers as I climbed back up her body.
My hands fell on her deliciously firm buttocks as my lips found hers and we kissed again
Claire quickly undressed me until we both stood naked save for our socks.
I guided her towards the larger of the two sofas but she paused.
“Do it like you love me” she implored.
“What?”
“Pretend just for tonight that you love me” she asked
“I don’t have to pretend Claire” I replied and with a huge smile on her face she threw herself into my arms and we kissed.
Then with real urgency she scrambled on to the sofa and waited for me.
She didn’t have to wait long as I scrambled after her and lay half on and half off of her.
I put my hand on the side of her face and pulled her head gently towards mine.
I teased her lips with mine several times until she smiled open mouthed and my tongue penetrated her mouth and we dissolved into a sea of passion.
My hand left her cheek and caught her breast as it rose and fell on her heaving chest.
Claire’s hands scratched lightly at my back as my hand crossed her belly and as my fingers combed through her tousled bush I stopped kissing her.
Claire looked up at me open mouthed as my digits progressed, she closed her eyes and sucked in air through her teeth as she opened like a piece of ripe fruit to the gentle touch of my fingertips.
Between her parted lips my fingers reveled in the sensual syrup of her secretions.
Our foreheads touched and she panted in my face with each stroke along her creamy crack.
With her eyes closed and her lips pursed my fingering became more frenetic until her body tensed and she gasped.
I kissed her hot panting mouth as I maneuvered above her; she grasped my cock firmly and guided me into her hot creamy cunny.
Claire exuded a divinely sensual sound as she received me and her hands were on my buttocks groping and squeezing.
As the tempo increased she moaned and sighed and as she neared Shangri-La when I could feel the burning heat from her pussy, her rasping breaths became deeper.
Her panting became erratic, her head rolled and her nails dug into my fleshy cheeks and then with a sensual scream and a satisfying shudder she cried out in orgasm.
I gave her two more extremely short strokes and I followed her over the abyss.
“Oh” she exclaimed and kissed me as I lay on top of her.
“Was that what you had in mind” I asked between pants
“That was exactly what I had in mind” she replied with a sigh Reluctantly, I withdrew and rolled off her where in blissful contentment we cuddled up underneath a tartan throw and went to sleep.
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 61) St Valentine’s Day (Part One)
I felt rather guilty after my sinful afternoon in the garage with India while Katy was being entertained by the Bishop, and that’s not a euphemism by the way.
I felt even more guilty than normal, but not guilty enough to prevent me from disgracing myself with India on two more occasions over the next week and a half, while Katy slept.
But all that would come to end when India took delivery of her new toy box, filled with the goodies she and Maisie had ordered on my laptop.
The box was to be delivered to my house and Maisie would pick it up later in the day.
I would need to lie to Katy, and say that India had it delivered to me as it was a gift for her mum.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
There were no visitors on Friday Evening as was to be expected as the vicar was too exhausted after tea with the Bishop.
She slept for much of Saturday as well but on Sunday she was feeling much better so much so that she felt in need of spiritual refreshment so after I helped her with her bath I wheeled her down to the church.
It was a cold damp foggy morning and I wasn’t sure it was altogether a good idea but I had her well wrapped up and Robert Hunter, the new vicar, had saved her a seat nearest the heater.
She was in sparkling form, almost up to her former best and she chatted enthusiastically with all those in earshot and she enjoyed the service very much and was much moved by Roberts’s choice of hymns.
By the end though, she was flagging and although her spiritual self was indeed refreshed, her body was left exhausted again. Which kept her confined to bed for the rest of Sunday and a large part of Monday.
Every morning Olivier, practise manager at the doctors surgery, phoned me to see if Katy was up to visitors and I would say yes or no, having already consulted Katy to see if she wanted to or not, but the ultimate decision was mine.
Katy would never turn anyone away no matter how drained she was.
On Monday I provisionally said yes.
Just after I’d hung up the phone another frumpy district Nurse knocked on the door.
Then after she’d gone I had to carry Katy all the way upstairs for her bath and all the way back down as well.
Dr Andrews came around midday and was persuaded to accept our hospitality to lunch with us, not that it took too much persuasion, and I had noticed her visits had been particularly well timed of late.
In the evening it was a different nurse a pleasant enough woman though somewhat sour faced.
It was clearly Molly’s idea to engage a succession of middle-aged frumps to ensure she wasn’t inadvertently supplying an endless number of additions to my stable of conquests.
During the day Katy and I ended up watching a lot of old movies together and in the evening after she had seen her visitors and we had eaten a sublime Lamb Curry donated by the Mahajak’s, she asked if I would read to her.
“Which book?” I asked
And after about thirty seconds of deliberation she said
“Harry Potter”
“Which one?”
“Let’s start at the beginning “The Philosophers Stone”” she said, “hopefully we’ll get through all of them before the end”
I didn’t like to think about the end, I hoped it wouldn’t come for a good while yet.
So trying to shake off the morbid thoughts I read to her for the next couple of hours.
This routine was repeated the next day, only the faces and shapes of the nurses varied, but then on Wednesday evening Katy went down with a fever.
I called Claire immediately, she played it down of course, but I could tell she was concerned.
She told me what tablets to give her and in a reassuring voice said she would pop in the next day as usual.
The next day Claire called in at 7.30am and tried to pass it off as coincidence but she was clearly worried.
Claire administered the usual meds and something else for the fever.
“That will suffice for now” she said and instructed me to check her temperature regularly and promised to return later in the day.
As Claire had done everything already she called the surgery and asked Olivier to cancel the district nurse for that morning but to leave the evening one in place for the time being.
Despite her fever Katy insisted on having her bath as usual, claiming it couldn’t do any harm and would probably even help, and then she gave me one of her lopsided grins so I gave in providing she ate her breakfast first.
She duly complied and I carried her upstairs and sat her on my bed while I ran her a bath.
I helped her into the tub in the usual manner and as I didn’t want to leave her alone upstairs as I normally did, I pottered around upstairs, changing the bedding, putting towels away, that kind of thing.
Once I had done everything I called into her
“Are you ready to get out yet your ladyship?”
“In a minute peasant” she replied
I was still laughing when I noticed Katy hadn’t sorted anything out clothes wise, so I went down and chose some for her, underwear as well, and when I was halfway up the stairs I went back and got a clean nightie just in case.
When I got back upstairs I put the pile of clothes on the bed and helped her out of the bath.
Then I withdrew while she dried herself, but after a few moments she went a bit wobbly so I sat her on the bed and finished drying her myself.
Despite our previous intimacy and the fact that we had made love in a Godalming Hotel she was still quite shy and wouldn’t let me dry the interesting bits.
When we had finished our joint venture I said
“I sorted out some clothes for you”
She had a quick look and replied
“Have you been rummaging through my knicker drawer?”
“Yes I have indeed rummaged in your drawer full of drawers”
I responded proudly
“Pervert” she said and laughed.
After a moment or two of inactivity I was getting concerned she would get cold so I decided to get her moving.
“Right lets get you dressed,” I suggested “or would you rather just wear your nightie?”
“Nightie and knicks” she said weakly
I picked up her knickers from the pile of clothes, pale yellow ones; I always liked yellow on a brunette.
I knelt down in front of her and got her pants on over her feet and then pulled them up to her knees.
I encouraged Katy to stand up and put a hand on each shoulder to support her weight while I pulled her knickers the rest of the way up.
“Oops” she exclaimed with a giggle “they’ve gone up my bum”
“Well putting knickers on isn’t my sphere of expertise” I responded as I tried to correct my error
“I don’t think you should be poking around up there,” she said
“Ok I’ll get them roughly in situ and you can adjust them later” I replied.
Once I had finished Katy sat back down on the bed and I stood up in front of her.
I picked up her nightie and put in on over her head, she then put her arms through in turn and I prepared to pull it down as she released the towel.
“No peeking,” she said
“I can’t promise that” I said honestly “I am a pervert after all”
And as she let the towel drop I was true to my word and didn’t avert my gaze.
Then I pulled her up to her feet so the garment covered her modesty.
I held onto her while she adjusted her pants and when the final adjustments were made and the snap of elastic sounded no more she leant against me and hugged me tightly.
“Thank you Simon,” she said softly
“For what?” I asked
“For everything” she replied “for this”
“It’s no trouble” I said
“It’s a lot of trouble” Katy corrected me
“And it means a lot to me”
“My pleasure” I said “well you know what I mean”
She suddenly broke away and cried
“I forgot to squirt”
“Not to worry” I said “that’s soon remedied”
I went into the bathroom and grabbed her deodorant and returned to the bedroom where she was still standing by the bed.
She lifted her arms up one at a time while I squirted.
“Anywhere else?” I asked
“No that will suffice” she replied
“Sure?” I asked again
She nodded.
“Ok” I said and pulled the neck of her nightie out and gave a quick squirt down her front.
“Behave yourself” she said and slapped my arm “you’re incorrigible”
We were both laughing but then she went all wobbly again and fell against me limply.
“Oops a daisy” I said as I took hold of her.
Holding her firmly with one arm I used my spare hand to turn back the duvet before I lowered her onto the bed.
“Let’s get you lying down,” I said gently
“No” she replied, “this is your room”
“Well for the next few days it’s your room” I insisted
She didn’t have the strength to argue anymore so she lay down and as I sat beside her on the bed she drifted off to sleep within a few minutes.
I sat with her for another ten minutes and then went downstairs to make a coffee.
While I was in the kitchen finishing my drink I heard the front door open and as I listened I realised it was Mrs Beamish.
I got up and went into the hall to head her off.
“Ah Mrs B” I said “a change of plan for today, the reverend has come down with a fever”
She didn’t speak, but listened intently
“She is sleeping upstairs and will do so until the fever dissipates” I continued
“I know I haven’t done as good a job as you would but I’ve already done upstairs so can you just do downstairs this week” “of course dear” she replied and patted my hand.
I was taken aback she had never called me dear before and there was even a hint of a smile about her lips.
Mrs B went about her chores and I returned to the kitchen and when I looked out the kitchen window I noticed it had started snowing.
I hoped it wasn’t going to be too disruptive as I was due at Georgia’s that evening, to spend Valentines with her.
My cousin Molly was going to come over and stay overnight to look after Katy, which given the good reverends fever was fortuitous.
But if the snow amounted to as much as was predicted all the plans could easily go awry.
I wasn’t at all convinced that it would as the weather forecast tended these days to give the worse case scenario so as not to be embarrassed like they were after the great autumn storm of 88.
So I expected the snow to be an inconvenience and nothing more.
Mrs Beamish left about 12.30 and I went up to check on Katy who was just stirring, I suggested soup for lunch, which I served to her in bed, though she didn’t eat much.
At one thirty Dr Andrews came through the front door
“Hello!” she called
“In the kitchen Claire” I called back
“Where’s the patient?” she asked
“She’s in my room” I replied
“Why?” Claire asked suspiciously
I then told her of the events that lead to her sleeping beneath my duvet.
“Oh god” she said and rushed upstairs so I made some lunch for Claire and I in time for her return.
I looked out of the window and was alarmed to notice the snow was not abating in the slightest.
I was beginning to get that sinking feeling, I had been looking forward to seeing Georgia even before the stolen glimpses of Katie’s treasures, but with the snow falling thick and fast I suspected I was to be disappointed.
Claire came downstairs a little happier than when she went up even though Katy’s temperature hadn’t yet broken.
She was satisfied she wasn’t getting any worse for the time being anyway, but the antibiotics she had just given her, she hoped would break the fever over the next 48 hours.
In the meantime she would spend a couple of hours sitting with her before going home to spend Valentines with her husband,
As Claire sat with the sleeping Katy I was on the phone, first with Molly who called to say she was unable to get out of Kiddlingstone and then to Georgia to say I couldn’t get to her.
When I phoned her she said that it was even worse in Roehampton.
“I’m sorry hon” I said “I’ll make it up to you on your birthday”
“I know you will” she replied, “I love you too”
Later when we were sitting in the kitchen looking at the worsening weather Claire said
“I really should go home”
“Do you think it’s safe?” I asked
“I don’t know but I always spend the important dates, Birthdays, Christmas, New Years Eve and Valentines with Brian”
“You could get stranded,” I said
“I know” she replied “but I should be there even if he doesn’t know I am, it will be the first one I’ve ever missed”
“You don’t have to miss it,” I told her
“What?” she asked
“Go home, I can manage here”
“What about Katy?” she asked, “She still has a fever”
“You’ve already told me what to do” I replied “and you can phone me for an update”
“And what if she deteriorates? What then?” she asked
“I would do exactly the same thing you would if you were here,” I answered
She still looked unsure so I continued
“Brian may not know you’re there but you do, go home, I’ll be fine”
She walked around the table and sat on my lap then she kissed me.
“You’re a good man Simon Fisher,” she said
That was the one thing I most definitely wasn’t, I might have made the right noises but the real me would still rather have nailed her on the kitchen table than done something noble.
“Go” I said urgently “before I change my mind”
Claire went upstairs to check on Katy before she left and I took another phone call, this time it was from another one of Molly’s frumpy district nurses who was also unable to get through to the village.
I decided not to share the news with Claire because she would have stayed.
“She’s awake,” Claire said as she came down the stairs
“And would love a cup of tea”
“Ok I’ll take one up” I responded then I told her to call me as soon as she got home to let me know she got there safely.
She promised she would and then we kissed, not a goodbye kiss, but an “I wish I wasn’t going kiss”.
Then I opened the door and she stepped out into the snow.
I felt even more guilty than normal, but not guilty enough to prevent me from disgracing myself with India on two more occasions over the next week and a half, while Katy slept.
But all that would come to end when India took delivery of her new toy box, filled with the goodies she and Maisie had ordered on my laptop.
The box was to be delivered to my house and Maisie would pick it up later in the day.
I would need to lie to Katy, and say that India had it delivered to me as it was a gift for her mum.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
There were no visitors on Friday Evening as was to be expected as the vicar was too exhausted after tea with the Bishop.
She slept for much of Saturday as well but on Sunday she was feeling much better so much so that she felt in need of spiritual refreshment so after I helped her with her bath I wheeled her down to the church.
It was a cold damp foggy morning and I wasn’t sure it was altogether a good idea but I had her well wrapped up and Robert Hunter, the new vicar, had saved her a seat nearest the heater.
She was in sparkling form, almost up to her former best and she chatted enthusiastically with all those in earshot and she enjoyed the service very much and was much moved by Roberts’s choice of hymns.
By the end though, she was flagging and although her spiritual self was indeed refreshed, her body was left exhausted again. Which kept her confined to bed for the rest of Sunday and a large part of Monday.
Every morning Olivier, practise manager at the doctors surgery, phoned me to see if Katy was up to visitors and I would say yes or no, having already consulted Katy to see if she wanted to or not, but the ultimate decision was mine.
Katy would never turn anyone away no matter how drained she was.
On Monday I provisionally said yes.
Just after I’d hung up the phone another frumpy district Nurse knocked on the door.
Then after she’d gone I had to carry Katy all the way upstairs for her bath and all the way back down as well.
Dr Andrews came around midday and was persuaded to accept our hospitality to lunch with us, not that it took too much persuasion, and I had noticed her visits had been particularly well timed of late.
In the evening it was a different nurse a pleasant enough woman though somewhat sour faced.
It was clearly Molly’s idea to engage a succession of middle-aged frumps to ensure she wasn’t inadvertently supplying an endless number of additions to my stable of conquests.
During the day Katy and I ended up watching a lot of old movies together and in the evening after she had seen her visitors and we had eaten a sublime Lamb Curry donated by the Mahajak’s, she asked if I would read to her.
“Which book?” I asked
And after about thirty seconds of deliberation she said
“Harry Potter”
“Which one?”
“Let’s start at the beginning “The Philosophers Stone”” she said, “hopefully we’ll get through all of them before the end”
I didn’t like to think about the end, I hoped it wouldn’t come for a good while yet.
So trying to shake off the morbid thoughts I read to her for the next couple of hours.
This routine was repeated the next day, only the faces and shapes of the nurses varied, but then on Wednesday evening Katy went down with a fever.
I called Claire immediately, she played it down of course, but I could tell she was concerned.
She told me what tablets to give her and in a reassuring voice said she would pop in the next day as usual.
The next day Claire called in at 7.30am and tried to pass it off as coincidence but she was clearly worried.
Claire administered the usual meds and something else for the fever.
“That will suffice for now” she said and instructed me to check her temperature regularly and promised to return later in the day.
As Claire had done everything already she called the surgery and asked Olivier to cancel the district nurse for that morning but to leave the evening one in place for the time being.
Despite her fever Katy insisted on having her bath as usual, claiming it couldn’t do any harm and would probably even help, and then she gave me one of her lopsided grins so I gave in providing she ate her breakfast first.
She duly complied and I carried her upstairs and sat her on my bed while I ran her a bath.
I helped her into the tub in the usual manner and as I didn’t want to leave her alone upstairs as I normally did, I pottered around upstairs, changing the bedding, putting towels away, that kind of thing.
Once I had done everything I called into her
“Are you ready to get out yet your ladyship?”
“In a minute peasant” she replied
I was still laughing when I noticed Katy hadn’t sorted anything out clothes wise, so I went down and chose some for her, underwear as well, and when I was halfway up the stairs I went back and got a clean nightie just in case.
When I got back upstairs I put the pile of clothes on the bed and helped her out of the bath.
Then I withdrew while she dried herself, but after a few moments she went a bit wobbly so I sat her on the bed and finished drying her myself.
Despite our previous intimacy and the fact that we had made love in a Godalming Hotel she was still quite shy and wouldn’t let me dry the interesting bits.
When we had finished our joint venture I said
“I sorted out some clothes for you”
She had a quick look and replied
“Have you been rummaging through my knicker drawer?”
“Yes I have indeed rummaged in your drawer full of drawers”
I responded proudly
“Pervert” she said and laughed.
After a moment or two of inactivity I was getting concerned she would get cold so I decided to get her moving.
“Right lets get you dressed,” I suggested “or would you rather just wear your nightie?”
“Nightie and knicks” she said weakly
I picked up her knickers from the pile of clothes, pale yellow ones; I always liked yellow on a brunette.
I knelt down in front of her and got her pants on over her feet and then pulled them up to her knees.
I encouraged Katy to stand up and put a hand on each shoulder to support her weight while I pulled her knickers the rest of the way up.
“Oops” she exclaimed with a giggle “they’ve gone up my bum”
“Well putting knickers on isn’t my sphere of expertise” I responded as I tried to correct my error
“I don’t think you should be poking around up there,” she said
“Ok I’ll get them roughly in situ and you can adjust them later” I replied.
Once I had finished Katy sat back down on the bed and I stood up in front of her.
I picked up her nightie and put in on over her head, she then put her arms through in turn and I prepared to pull it down as she released the towel.
“No peeking,” she said
“I can’t promise that” I said honestly “I am a pervert after all”
And as she let the towel drop I was true to my word and didn’t avert my gaze.
Then I pulled her up to her feet so the garment covered her modesty.
I held onto her while she adjusted her pants and when the final adjustments were made and the snap of elastic sounded no more she leant against me and hugged me tightly.
“Thank you Simon,” she said softly
“For what?” I asked
“For everything” she replied “for this”
“It’s no trouble” I said
“It’s a lot of trouble” Katy corrected me
“And it means a lot to me”
“My pleasure” I said “well you know what I mean”
She suddenly broke away and cried
“I forgot to squirt”
“Not to worry” I said “that’s soon remedied”
I went into the bathroom and grabbed her deodorant and returned to the bedroom where she was still standing by the bed.
She lifted her arms up one at a time while I squirted.
“Anywhere else?” I asked
“No that will suffice” she replied
“Sure?” I asked again
She nodded.
“Ok” I said and pulled the neck of her nightie out and gave a quick squirt down her front.
“Behave yourself” she said and slapped my arm “you’re incorrigible”
We were both laughing but then she went all wobbly again and fell against me limply.
“Oops a daisy” I said as I took hold of her.
Holding her firmly with one arm I used my spare hand to turn back the duvet before I lowered her onto the bed.
“Let’s get you lying down,” I said gently
“No” she replied, “this is your room”
“Well for the next few days it’s your room” I insisted
She didn’t have the strength to argue anymore so she lay down and as I sat beside her on the bed she drifted off to sleep within a few minutes.
I sat with her for another ten minutes and then went downstairs to make a coffee.
While I was in the kitchen finishing my drink I heard the front door open and as I listened I realised it was Mrs Beamish.
I got up and went into the hall to head her off.
“Ah Mrs B” I said “a change of plan for today, the reverend has come down with a fever”
She didn’t speak, but listened intently
“She is sleeping upstairs and will do so until the fever dissipates” I continued
“I know I haven’t done as good a job as you would but I’ve already done upstairs so can you just do downstairs this week” “of course dear” she replied and patted my hand.
I was taken aback she had never called me dear before and there was even a hint of a smile about her lips.
Mrs B went about her chores and I returned to the kitchen and when I looked out the kitchen window I noticed it had started snowing.
I hoped it wasn’t going to be too disruptive as I was due at Georgia’s that evening, to spend Valentines with her.
My cousin Molly was going to come over and stay overnight to look after Katy, which given the good reverends fever was fortuitous.
But if the snow amounted to as much as was predicted all the plans could easily go awry.
I wasn’t at all convinced that it would as the weather forecast tended these days to give the worse case scenario so as not to be embarrassed like they were after the great autumn storm of 88.
So I expected the snow to be an inconvenience and nothing more.
Mrs Beamish left about 12.30 and I went up to check on Katy who was just stirring, I suggested soup for lunch, which I served to her in bed, though she didn’t eat much.
At one thirty Dr Andrews came through the front door
“Hello!” she called
“In the kitchen Claire” I called back
“Where’s the patient?” she asked
“She’s in my room” I replied
“Why?” Claire asked suspiciously
I then told her of the events that lead to her sleeping beneath my duvet.
“Oh god” she said and rushed upstairs so I made some lunch for Claire and I in time for her return.
I looked out of the window and was alarmed to notice the snow was not abating in the slightest.
I was beginning to get that sinking feeling, I had been looking forward to seeing Georgia even before the stolen glimpses of Katie’s treasures, but with the snow falling thick and fast I suspected I was to be disappointed.
Claire came downstairs a little happier than when she went up even though Katy’s temperature hadn’t yet broken.
She was satisfied she wasn’t getting any worse for the time being anyway, but the antibiotics she had just given her, she hoped would break the fever over the next 48 hours.
In the meantime she would spend a couple of hours sitting with her before going home to spend Valentines with her husband,
As Claire sat with the sleeping Katy I was on the phone, first with Molly who called to say she was unable to get out of Kiddlingstone and then to Georgia to say I couldn’t get to her.
When I phoned her she said that it was even worse in Roehampton.
“I’m sorry hon” I said “I’ll make it up to you on your birthday”
“I know you will” she replied, “I love you too”
Later when we were sitting in the kitchen looking at the worsening weather Claire said
“I really should go home”
“Do you think it’s safe?” I asked
“I don’t know but I always spend the important dates, Birthdays, Christmas, New Years Eve and Valentines with Brian”
“You could get stranded,” I said
“I know” she replied “but I should be there even if he doesn’t know I am, it will be the first one I’ve ever missed”
“You don’t have to miss it,” I told her
“What?” she asked
“Go home, I can manage here”
“What about Katy?” she asked, “She still has a fever”
“You’ve already told me what to do” I replied “and you can phone me for an update”
“And what if she deteriorates? What then?” she asked
“I would do exactly the same thing you would if you were here,” I answered
She still looked unsure so I continued
“Brian may not know you’re there but you do, go home, I’ll be fine”
She walked around the table and sat on my lap then she kissed me.
“You’re a good man Simon Fisher,” she said
That was the one thing I most definitely wasn’t, I might have made the right noises but the real me would still rather have nailed her on the kitchen table than done something noble.
“Go” I said urgently “before I change my mind”
Claire went upstairs to check on Katy before she left and I took another phone call, this time it was from another one of Molly’s frumpy district nurses who was also unable to get through to the village.
I decided not to share the news with Claire because she would have stayed.
“She’s awake,” Claire said as she came down the stairs
“And would love a cup of tea”
“Ok I’ll take one up” I responded then I told her to call me as soon as she got home to let me know she got there safely.
She promised she would and then we kissed, not a goodbye kiss, but an “I wish I wasn’t going kiss”.
Then I opened the door and she stepped out into the snow.
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 60) Jewel In The Crown (Part Two)
I continued with my chores while Claire was upstairs with Katy, I had a plateful of broken biscuits that I had emptied from the cookie tin so I took them up the garden to put on the bird table.
I had just brushed the last of the crumbs off the plate and had turned to go back to the house when my attention was drawn to a sound in the trees that separated the garden from the golf course.
It sounded like a horse snorting and that meant only one thing, so I walked towards the trees and my suspicions were correct, stood among the trees was a familiar beast and its rider India.
“What are you doing here?” I said
“Is now a good time?” she asked
“No better than yesterday was” I replied
“But I’ve been a bad girl” she confessed “a really bad girl”
And she fidgeted and clenched her thighs together like she needed to pee, which of course was not what she needed to do at all.
“I know you’re a bad girl,” I said “but I’ve got the Vicar and the Doctor here at the moment”
“I promise I’ll be quiet” she begged
“India Carrington, you squeal like a stuck pig when you come” I stated
She smiled and blushed in response to my words and finally averted her eyes.
“Listen hon, nothing would give me greater pleasure than to deal with you in my customary manner, but I can’t do it while the Vicar is in the house”
“But...” she protested
“You’ll have to get Maisie to do it for you in the meantime, but I promise when the time is right I will spank you black and blue”
“Maisie can’t do it like you, her hands are too small” she protested “and she’s too gentle”
I couldn’t discuss it any longer as I was frozen, I had only intended being outside for a couple of minutes, India on the other hand was dressed for the weather.
It was a shame because I would really have liked to warm my hands on her little cheeks,
India wanted to be punished and I would really enjoy punishing her.
But that was for another day
“I’ve got to go in,” I said stroking her cheek “we’ll do it soon I promise”
I went back to the house at a jog and when I looked back she was still standing in the trees looking forlorn.
India was a really attractive girl, and having a pretty girl chasing after me didn’t detract from her allure.
But there was one thing about her that did and that was the fact that she didn’t do anything.
She was born to rich indulgent parents and given every advantage in life but she did nothing with it.
Her girlfriend Maisie on the other hand had no advantages, no doting parents and worked her socks off doing three jobs.
One of which was mucking out the stables for India.
Although I suspect now she spent more time munching India’s carpet than she did shovelling muck.
I suppose I was responsible for her current situation Vis-à-vis her and Maisie, I had introduced them to each other and to spanking for that matter.
It was partly the emptiness of her days which was fueling her desire for me, and a damned good spanking.
I think in the long run if they stayed together Maisie will sort her out and they will end up working together in some capacity.
But whatever was fuelling her wants and needs her desire of me was fanning the flames of my desire for her.
But that was an itch I would scratch soon enough.
Back in the house I closed the door and shivered as I switched the kettle on,
Five minutes later Claire came down the stairs with Katy following her less gingerly that I might have expected obviously the bath had had some benefit.
“How was it then?” I asked
“Very nice” Katy replied, “That bath is fab”
Claire had to return to her rounds so Katy and I had lunch together and then we watched “It happened one night” with Clark Gable and Claudette Colbert before Katy settled down for a nap.
By the time she had woken from her nap Molly had arrived, in uniform, to dispense the evening medication.
This was followed by an hour of visitors and one of the donated dinners from the freezer, a shepherd’s pie, for tea.
Then we watched TV together until she fell asleep.
Wednesday and Thursday followed in similar vein.
While Katy had her afternoon nap I occupied my time tidying the garage.
It had always been a bit of a mess ever since I moved in. but since I made the decision to invite Katy to stay it had become very cluttered indeed.
As I made a start amidst the chaos on Tuesday afternoon a germ of an idea formed in my mind and by the time I had completed my labours on Thursday it was fully developed and come to fruition.
On Friday the pattern was to be broken when Robert and Katy would be picked up in a taxi and taken to the Bishops residence for high tea, a singular honour by all accounts.
Selfishly on hearing this news I thought that, that would be my chance to punish the very naughty Miss Carrington.
I didn’t think it would take too much encouragement to get her to come to the house.
After all India had been gagging for it all week, a text would probably be enough.
On Thursday evening Katy had expressed a desire for bolognaise for tea with garlic bread.
We had a bolognaise in the freezer and I had plenty of pasta but I was out of garlic bread so after the first visitor arrived I popped out to Mahajak’s.
As I came out of my front door I saw Maisie and India leaving Victoria’s.
Maisie worked at the shop in the evenings so she was obviously headed to Mahajak’s as well and her girlfriend was walking with her.
I soon caught up to them and felt a stirring when I saw them holding hands, it didn’t take much to get me going.
But then I had seen them in action.
“Hello girls” I said
“Hi Simon” they chorused and we chatted for a few minutes before walking together down to Mahajak’s.
Outside the shop Maisie kissed India and rushed inside the shop.
Before I followed her in I spoke quietly to India
“Do you still want to play?” I asked
“Yes please” she said excitedly “are we going to play now?”
“No” I replied and she looked disappointed, that is until I continued “tomorrow afternoon”
I told her that she should secrete herself in the garage and at what time she should do it.
Just then Maisie came into earshot
“It’s been nice to see you again Indy, bye” I said and as Maisie went to serve a customer I added softy
“I look forward to seeing more of you tomorrow”
With that she smiled broadly and I went into the shop.
I returned home with the garlic bread and finished cooking dinner in time to rescue Katy from a particularly long-winded visitor.
Then we indulged ourselves with a glass of wine and a Romantic comedy.
As I watched the taxi drive away on Friday lunchtime I felt a tingle of excitement.
It was the secrecy and the planning as well as the anticipation that was stirring me.
I dropped the latch on the front door and then went out through the kitchen locking the door behind me.
I walked into the garage and called
“Indy?”
A grinning face appeared from behind some boxes.
“Hi” she said
I turned and locked the door; the stirring I had felt earlier had now been replaced with a full-blown erection.
India was dressed pretty much the same as she had been when we met in Kiddingstone on Monday with her fur hat and thigh length coat.
But instead of skinny jeans she had on a skirt and woolly tights
I walked over to her and placing a hand on each side of her face
I angled her face upward and kissed her eager lips.
Then I took her by the hand and I led her inside the simple maze of boxes to the small-concealed play space I had created, where I could punish India without being seen or heard.
“How naughty have you been?” I asked
“Very” she replied
““Six of the best” naughty?” I enquired
“No, I’m Twice as naughty as that” she said coyly
“Twelve?” I asked and India nodded.
I had placed a little fan heater in the play area to dispel the chill I didn’t want to curtail the fun for the sake of the cold, I intended to take my time punishing her and enjoying myself.
“Time to play,” I said
I took off her fur hat and then slipped off her coat, and that was when I realized the skirt I had seen below her coat was actually a pinafore dress, which was quickly removed over her head.
India giggled as she stood in front of me wearing a white blouse, woolly tights and Ugg boots.
“So Miss Carrington” I said sternly “you find something amusing?”
“No Simon” she gasped “Sorry Simon”
“I don’t think you’re sorry at all” I said and gave her a thorough appraisal
“I didn’t mean to giggle” she said defensively “honestly Simon”
“Really?” I asked
“I think you’re very naughty though,” I continued sternly
“I’m a good girl honestly” she said childlike
“Well I think you deserve a spanking,” I told her
“Ok” India said resignedly
“The naughtiest girls need to be punished” I said
“Yes Simon” she answered quietly
I took her by the hand and made her kneel on a box and bent her over until she was on all fours.
I lifted the tails of her blouse away from her arse and pulled her tights and knickers down over her hips, exposing her perfect little white buttocks.
“So twelve of the best for you naughty girl” I said “and you must count”
Then I gave a firm crisp slap on one cheek
“One” India said
Then on the other cheek
“Two”
Then the first again
“Three”
Then the second
“Four”
Then another crisp slap
“Five”
And then a harder one
“Six” she squealed
Back the first cheek again
“Seven” India said
Then on the other cheek
“Eight”
Then the first again
“Nine” the pitch of her voice grew higher
Then the second
“Ten” almost a scream
Then another crisp slap
“Eleven” this time it was a scream
And a very hard one to finish
“TWELVE” she yelled out as she came and this was followed by a long languorous sigh.
I moved behind her so I could admire my handiwork, I looked at her perfect little cheeks, once round and white now mottled with a blue hued bloom.
Like a glorious purplish crown of glory.
Then I allowed my hand to caress the round pert buttocks, my digits stroking the streaks left by my fingers.
From her perfect cheeks my fingers traced her shape to the top of her thigh and she squirmed as she let out another sigh
I could see as my fingers explored her inner thigh and I felt her tense and she let out an involuntary murmur the moment when my finger tips touched the first coarse wispy pubes of her lush bush.
My swollen cock pressed itself hard against my pants as my fingers parted her labia and elicited a divine moan.
When my forefinger entered the moist jewel in India’s crown
And she growled as I explored the creamy wetness of her hot young pussy.
I worked at her rhythmically and each stroke of her slippery slit brought another exquisite moan from her, and rubbing her clit brought yet another and then I felt her body spasm as she came.
The naughty little kitten purred like a cat as she knealt before me.
But as much as I was enjoying the moment I had an ache which had to be relieved.
I was stood directly behind her and I lifted the white shirttail, which had flopped down across her buttock when she came as
I uncurled the beast from my trousers.
India took a deep breath as I put my hands on the naked skin of her waist and she let the breath out again.
I ran my hands slowly up her back; I could feel her ribs beneath my fingers and her heart thumping behind them.
My eager hands traversed her back before slipping around to cup her beautiful little tits and toy with the perfect rose bud nipples.
Then I introduced my swollen cock to her waiting pussy and she gasped as I penetrated her and she was still as tight as that first day in the woods
My hands slipped down to her hips as I continued and the cheeks of her little arse were quivering with each penetrating stroke into her nice tight cunny.
I was relishing my task as I went into her again and again and with every deep penetration she let out little high-pitched grunts.
I could feel myself on the threshold now and India had started to squeal louder and louder.
I banged into her again and again and her squeals turned to screams and ended with a screech of satisfaction when she went rigid and I finished inside the honey cunnied little Philly.
I left it deep inside her until my cock twitched its last.
We were both breathing hard as I pulled out of her and she let out a long satisfied sigh.
As we sat on a box in the same state of undress as during the act I said
“Maisie doesn’t need big hands you know, she could use a riding crop,” I said
“I know” India agreed “but she can’t give me that”
She was nodding in the direction of my dwindling erection.
“Well there are attachments and accoutrements that come quite close,” I informed her
“Really?” She asked naively
“Look on the Internet, you have a computer don’t you?” I said
“Yes but dad checks the history so I can’t look at sexy sites,
And Maisie doesn’t have one” India replied
“Well you can use mine” I offered, “no one checks what I look at”
“Or Maisie could get one” I suggested
“No she’s not into computers and electronic stuff,” India said
“Well I can guarantee she’ll like the electronic stuff I have in mind,” I said and India giggled
After a minute she said
“You mustn’t tell Maisie we did this” she implored, “I told her she wasn’t allowed to shag you because we are a couple now”
“Ok” I said as I unbuttoned her blouse to expose her little rosebud nippled titties,
Then I stood up in front of her and she took me in her mouth.
I had just brushed the last of the crumbs off the plate and had turned to go back to the house when my attention was drawn to a sound in the trees that separated the garden from the golf course.
It sounded like a horse snorting and that meant only one thing, so I walked towards the trees and my suspicions were correct, stood among the trees was a familiar beast and its rider India.
“What are you doing here?” I said
“Is now a good time?” she asked
“No better than yesterday was” I replied
“But I’ve been a bad girl” she confessed “a really bad girl”
And she fidgeted and clenched her thighs together like she needed to pee, which of course was not what she needed to do at all.
“I know you’re a bad girl,” I said “but I’ve got the Vicar and the Doctor here at the moment”
“I promise I’ll be quiet” she begged
“India Carrington, you squeal like a stuck pig when you come” I stated
She smiled and blushed in response to my words and finally averted her eyes.
“Listen hon, nothing would give me greater pleasure than to deal with you in my customary manner, but I can’t do it while the Vicar is in the house”
“But...” she protested
“You’ll have to get Maisie to do it for you in the meantime, but I promise when the time is right I will spank you black and blue”
“Maisie can’t do it like you, her hands are too small” she protested “and she’s too gentle”
I couldn’t discuss it any longer as I was frozen, I had only intended being outside for a couple of minutes, India on the other hand was dressed for the weather.
It was a shame because I would really have liked to warm my hands on her little cheeks,
India wanted to be punished and I would really enjoy punishing her.
But that was for another day
“I’ve got to go in,” I said stroking her cheek “we’ll do it soon I promise”
I went back to the house at a jog and when I looked back she was still standing in the trees looking forlorn.
India was a really attractive girl, and having a pretty girl chasing after me didn’t detract from her allure.
But there was one thing about her that did and that was the fact that she didn’t do anything.
She was born to rich indulgent parents and given every advantage in life but she did nothing with it.
Her girlfriend Maisie on the other hand had no advantages, no doting parents and worked her socks off doing three jobs.
One of which was mucking out the stables for India.
Although I suspect now she spent more time munching India’s carpet than she did shovelling muck.
I suppose I was responsible for her current situation Vis-à-vis her and Maisie, I had introduced them to each other and to spanking for that matter.
It was partly the emptiness of her days which was fueling her desire for me, and a damned good spanking.
I think in the long run if they stayed together Maisie will sort her out and they will end up working together in some capacity.
But whatever was fuelling her wants and needs her desire of me was fanning the flames of my desire for her.
But that was an itch I would scratch soon enough.
Back in the house I closed the door and shivered as I switched the kettle on,
Five minutes later Claire came down the stairs with Katy following her less gingerly that I might have expected obviously the bath had had some benefit.
“How was it then?” I asked
“Very nice” Katy replied, “That bath is fab”
Claire had to return to her rounds so Katy and I had lunch together and then we watched “It happened one night” with Clark Gable and Claudette Colbert before Katy settled down for a nap.
By the time she had woken from her nap Molly had arrived, in uniform, to dispense the evening medication.
This was followed by an hour of visitors and one of the donated dinners from the freezer, a shepherd’s pie, for tea.
Then we watched TV together until she fell asleep.
Wednesday and Thursday followed in similar vein.
While Katy had her afternoon nap I occupied my time tidying the garage.
It had always been a bit of a mess ever since I moved in. but since I made the decision to invite Katy to stay it had become very cluttered indeed.
As I made a start amidst the chaos on Tuesday afternoon a germ of an idea formed in my mind and by the time I had completed my labours on Thursday it was fully developed and come to fruition.
On Friday the pattern was to be broken when Robert and Katy would be picked up in a taxi and taken to the Bishops residence for high tea, a singular honour by all accounts.
Selfishly on hearing this news I thought that, that would be my chance to punish the very naughty Miss Carrington.
I didn’t think it would take too much encouragement to get her to come to the house.
After all India had been gagging for it all week, a text would probably be enough.
On Thursday evening Katy had expressed a desire for bolognaise for tea with garlic bread.
We had a bolognaise in the freezer and I had plenty of pasta but I was out of garlic bread so after the first visitor arrived I popped out to Mahajak’s.
As I came out of my front door I saw Maisie and India leaving Victoria’s.
Maisie worked at the shop in the evenings so she was obviously headed to Mahajak’s as well and her girlfriend was walking with her.
I soon caught up to them and felt a stirring when I saw them holding hands, it didn’t take much to get me going.
But then I had seen them in action.
“Hello girls” I said
“Hi Simon” they chorused and we chatted for a few minutes before walking together down to Mahajak’s.
Outside the shop Maisie kissed India and rushed inside the shop.
Before I followed her in I spoke quietly to India
“Do you still want to play?” I asked
“Yes please” she said excitedly “are we going to play now?”
“No” I replied and she looked disappointed, that is until I continued “tomorrow afternoon”
I told her that she should secrete herself in the garage and at what time she should do it.
Just then Maisie came into earshot
“It’s been nice to see you again Indy, bye” I said and as Maisie went to serve a customer I added softy
“I look forward to seeing more of you tomorrow”
With that she smiled broadly and I went into the shop.
I returned home with the garlic bread and finished cooking dinner in time to rescue Katy from a particularly long-winded visitor.
Then we indulged ourselves with a glass of wine and a Romantic comedy.
As I watched the taxi drive away on Friday lunchtime I felt a tingle of excitement.
It was the secrecy and the planning as well as the anticipation that was stirring me.
I dropped the latch on the front door and then went out through the kitchen locking the door behind me.
I walked into the garage and called
“Indy?”
A grinning face appeared from behind some boxes.
“Hi” she said
I turned and locked the door; the stirring I had felt earlier had now been replaced with a full-blown erection.
India was dressed pretty much the same as she had been when we met in Kiddingstone on Monday with her fur hat and thigh length coat.
But instead of skinny jeans she had on a skirt and woolly tights
I walked over to her and placing a hand on each side of her face
I angled her face upward and kissed her eager lips.
Then I took her by the hand and I led her inside the simple maze of boxes to the small-concealed play space I had created, where I could punish India without being seen or heard.
“How naughty have you been?” I asked
“Very” she replied
““Six of the best” naughty?” I enquired
“No, I’m Twice as naughty as that” she said coyly
“Twelve?” I asked and India nodded.
I had placed a little fan heater in the play area to dispel the chill I didn’t want to curtail the fun for the sake of the cold, I intended to take my time punishing her and enjoying myself.
“Time to play,” I said
I took off her fur hat and then slipped off her coat, and that was when I realized the skirt I had seen below her coat was actually a pinafore dress, which was quickly removed over her head.
India giggled as she stood in front of me wearing a white blouse, woolly tights and Ugg boots.
“So Miss Carrington” I said sternly “you find something amusing?”
“No Simon” she gasped “Sorry Simon”
“I don’t think you’re sorry at all” I said and gave her a thorough appraisal
“I didn’t mean to giggle” she said defensively “honestly Simon”
“Really?” I asked
“I think you’re very naughty though,” I continued sternly
“I’m a good girl honestly” she said childlike
“Well I think you deserve a spanking,” I told her
“Ok” India said resignedly
“The naughtiest girls need to be punished” I said
“Yes Simon” she answered quietly
I took her by the hand and made her kneel on a box and bent her over until she was on all fours.
I lifted the tails of her blouse away from her arse and pulled her tights and knickers down over her hips, exposing her perfect little white buttocks.
“So twelve of the best for you naughty girl” I said “and you must count”
Then I gave a firm crisp slap on one cheek
“One” India said
Then on the other cheek
“Two”
Then the first again
“Three”
Then the second
“Four”
Then another crisp slap
“Five”
And then a harder one
“Six” she squealed
Back the first cheek again
“Seven” India said
Then on the other cheek
“Eight”
Then the first again
“Nine” the pitch of her voice grew higher
Then the second
“Ten” almost a scream
Then another crisp slap
“Eleven” this time it was a scream
And a very hard one to finish
“TWELVE” she yelled out as she came and this was followed by a long languorous sigh.
I moved behind her so I could admire my handiwork, I looked at her perfect little cheeks, once round and white now mottled with a blue hued bloom.
Like a glorious purplish crown of glory.
Then I allowed my hand to caress the round pert buttocks, my digits stroking the streaks left by my fingers.
From her perfect cheeks my fingers traced her shape to the top of her thigh and she squirmed as she let out another sigh
I could see as my fingers explored her inner thigh and I felt her tense and she let out an involuntary murmur the moment when my finger tips touched the first coarse wispy pubes of her lush bush.
My swollen cock pressed itself hard against my pants as my fingers parted her labia and elicited a divine moan.
When my forefinger entered the moist jewel in India’s crown
And she growled as I explored the creamy wetness of her hot young pussy.
I worked at her rhythmically and each stroke of her slippery slit brought another exquisite moan from her, and rubbing her clit brought yet another and then I felt her body spasm as she came.
The naughty little kitten purred like a cat as she knealt before me.
But as much as I was enjoying the moment I had an ache which had to be relieved.
I was stood directly behind her and I lifted the white shirttail, which had flopped down across her buttock when she came as
I uncurled the beast from my trousers.
India took a deep breath as I put my hands on the naked skin of her waist and she let the breath out again.
I ran my hands slowly up her back; I could feel her ribs beneath my fingers and her heart thumping behind them.
My eager hands traversed her back before slipping around to cup her beautiful little tits and toy with the perfect rose bud nipples.
Then I introduced my swollen cock to her waiting pussy and she gasped as I penetrated her and she was still as tight as that first day in the woods
My hands slipped down to her hips as I continued and the cheeks of her little arse were quivering with each penetrating stroke into her nice tight cunny.
I was relishing my task as I went into her again and again and with every deep penetration she let out little high-pitched grunts.
I could feel myself on the threshold now and India had started to squeal louder and louder.
I banged into her again and again and her squeals turned to screams and ended with a screech of satisfaction when she went rigid and I finished inside the honey cunnied little Philly.
I left it deep inside her until my cock twitched its last.
We were both breathing hard as I pulled out of her and she let out a long satisfied sigh.
As we sat on a box in the same state of undress as during the act I said
“Maisie doesn’t need big hands you know, she could use a riding crop,” I said
“I know” India agreed “but she can’t give me that”
She was nodding in the direction of my dwindling erection.
“Well there are attachments and accoutrements that come quite close,” I informed her
“Really?” She asked naively
“Look on the Internet, you have a computer don’t you?” I said
“Yes but dad checks the history so I can’t look at sexy sites,
And Maisie doesn’t have one” India replied
“Well you can use mine” I offered, “no one checks what I look at”
“Or Maisie could get one” I suggested
“No she’s not into computers and electronic stuff,” India said
“Well I can guarantee she’ll like the electronic stuff I have in mind,” I said and India giggled
After a minute she said
“You mustn’t tell Maisie we did this” she implored, “I told her she wasn’t allowed to shag you because we are a couple now”
“Ok” I said as I unbuttoned her blouse to expose her little rosebud nippled titties,
Then I stood up in front of her and she took me in her mouth.
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 59) Jewel In The Crown (Part One)
I greeted Sunday morning with mixed feelings, the sex with Molly was every bit as good as it had always been but I had let myself down again, though filled with good intentions to only sleep with Georgia, I was also filled with lust, and the lust won the day as usual.
After the Hospital bed had been well and truly road tested, Molly went home on Sunday lunchtime which left me an hour to get showered before the village helpers arrived with Katy Oliver’s goods and chattels.
Katy herself wouldn’t be arriving until Monday when Molly would be back to help settle her in.
On Sunday evening after all the comings and goings were done with I took myself off to St Lucy’s for the evening service and having recharged my spiritual batteries I returned home for an early night.
On Monday morning the door knocker was rarely quiet and it began at 8 o’clock with the dreaded Mrs. Beamish coming to get the house spick and span before the patient arrived.
While Mrs. B did her stuff I took the opportunity to drive over to Kiddingstone and drop off the hire car at Clarion, I could have phoned them and had them pick it up but I found from bitter experience that when Mrs Beamish was in the house it was best if I wasn’t.
So having dropped the car off I rushed around and did a bit of shopping, rushing around was certainly a necessity due to the weather.
Where it had been sunny and mild for my trip to Salisbury with Georgia the cold had come back with a vengeance after the weekend carried on a biting wind.
As I was making my way to the station a timid voice called out from behind me.
“Simon?”
I turned around but couldn’t identify the source of the voice so I turned back and carried on walking
“Simon?”
The voice called again a little louder
I turned around again and this time I was faced by a short smiling young woman, who I didn’t recognize.
She was wearing one of those furry hat with ear flaps, a heavy thigh length coat, skinny jeans and Ugg boots.
I don’t know what fashion statement she was trying to make, I suspected it was more likely a determination keep warm.
“It’s me” she said from beneath the fur hat.
But I still didn’t know who “me” was.
Clearly some unfortunate young woman that I’d slept with at some time and the encounter was so unmemorable I instantly forgot her, how embarrassing was that.
So I tried to picture her dressed in a different outfit, school uniform, evening dress, underwear or work clothes, but nothing registered.
So she lifted the hat off her head so I could get a clearer look but this only allowed the wind to blow her fine blonde hair across her face, obscuring it completely.
It took a moment for her to take control of her wayward locks but when control had been achieved she announced
“Its me” and gave a beaming smile.
“India?” I said “I didn’t recognize you without your horse"
"You’re silly" she giggled as she put her hat back on "you mean you didn’t recognize me with my clothes on"
I smiled at her and she suddenly realized what she had said and blushed
“I meant with my winter clothes on” she corrected herself and we both laughed.
She shuffled her feet awkwardly wanting to lean in and kiss me but she wasn’t sure if she should or not.
So I put her out of her misery and kissed her instead
“Thank you for the birthday card” I said
“Did you like it?” India asked and blushed again
The reason for this slight embarrassment was the message she wrote in my card alluding to some shared “horse play” in her stables.
I was quite amused when I open my cards, because there was one from India and Maisie as a couple, but both girls had also sent individual cards presumably without the others knowledge.
“Yes I did” I replied and shivered and checked my watch.
“Oh damn I’m going to miss my train if I don’t run”
I leant in and kissed her again.
“Bye India” I said
“I can give you lift” she called after me
“Are you going home now then?” I asked
“Yes I’ve done what I needed to do” she replied
“Ok” I said “that will be great”
As we were driving back to the village India said
“You haven’t been to the stable for a while”
“No” I replied “but then I did make rather a mess the last time”
I laughed but she continued
“I don’t mind if you make a mess”
I knew what she was after, and it would have been a pleasurable distraction on any other day.
But I had too much to do on that day.
I was just about to deliver the news she didn’t want to hear when my house came into view and her face dropped as she exclaimed
“Oh”
And the reason for that exclamation was the sight of a number of villagers exiting or entering my front door like worker ants from a nest.
“Yes, the vicar takes up residence today” I said
“Oh” she repeated forlornly
“Were you wanting to come in and play for a while?” I asked
She didn’t answer but she nodded
“Well obviously today isn’t a good day to play” I said
She looked crest fallen and I wanted to hug her but because of the watching eyes I couldn’t and I couldn’t kiss her goodbye for the same reason so I took hold of her hand instead and said
“We’ll do it another day, ok?” I said “Thanks for the lift honey”
She held my hand tightly as she implored
“When can we?”
“Soon” I replied “Not today, but soon”
“When though?” she persevered
“Soon” I said and squeezed her hand before I got out of the car
She was clearly disappointed and she would probably dwell on that disappointment because she had nothing else to distract her.
The problem was that India suffered from too much time on her hands; her parents indulged her, and didn’t push her to do anything with her life, for all of her adult life since she left college she had occupied all of her time with her horse riding.
That was until her sexual awakening and subsequent alfresco rogering in the woods, by yours truly.
When I managed to get inside the house I found a crowd scene in the hall and kitchen
Directing traffic in the hall was Tilly, the new vicars wife to be, and in the kitchen surrounded by chaos were Claire, in dress down mode and Molly in civvies, I wondered if Claire was wearing her “practical pants” with her casuals, Molly could have been wearing anything or nothing with hers.
“Hello girls” I said
“Simon?” Claire shouted “Thank God”
“Is everything going to plan?” I asked
“No” she cried “no it’s bloody not, half the village has turned up with meals”
“Oh” was all I could muster as I looked around at a huge selection of Pyrex and Tupperware dishes.
“There’s a lot” Molly added “and no where to put it all, your freezer is full”
“There are hot pots and curry’s, casseroles and bolognaise” Claire exclaimed as she threw her arms up in the air.
“Honestly” I said putting an arm around each of them, “I hope you wouldn’t be this flustered if one of the biddies had had a stroke”
I allowed myself the briefest moment to imagine the three of us in flagrante, but I couldn’t dwell on that delightful scenario.
“We’re trained for old ladies with strokes” Claire said tartly
“We are not trained for this”
“Ok, Claire, there are Labels in that drawer” I said pointing and then directed at both of them I continued
“Write what’s in the dish and who brought it so I can return the container to the correct person afterwards”
“I will go and switch on the chest freezer in the garage”
“You’re marvelous in a crisis” Claire said
“He’s not bad in a clinch either” Molly added
I left them to it and went out the back door and into the garage.
It was nice that Claire thought I was marvellous in a crisis but I wasn’t even sure if the chest freezer still worked, I hadn’t used it for a year.
It was in use when I inherited the house but it had very little in it so I switched it off and cleaned it out and it had stood empty ever since.
The other problem was that I had rather used the top of it since as a dumping ground for boxes and such like, so firstly I had to clear it off.
I was not particular in my task and I rather just relocated the clutter from the top of the freezer onto the top of any other available surface.
One I had cleared the top I lifted the lid and briefly checked inside.
Satisfied nothing was living in it I closed the lid and switched it on.
The light came on instantly and it started to make the appropriate noises of a chest freezer so I was content all was well.
I returned to the kitchen to find that calmness prevailed as Molly and Claire were working methodically through the task I had set them.
They had been joined by Tilly as the flow of visitors had been stemmed so while the others finished labelling Tilly and I began carrying out the all ready labelled meals to the freezer.
It had been rather a strange morning which fizzled out somewhat after that extraordinary deluge of well meaning women who had succeeded in filling my freezer.
Despite all the food on hand I took the three ladies out for some pub grub and a pint.
As we were walking down the road Tilly wanted to pop in and see Katy on the way and Claire went in with her.
Thirty minutes later they re-emerged with Katy walking between them.
“Katy” we cheered
“Did someone mention the pub?” She said
She was walking under her own steam but she had to hold on to Tilly and Claire’s arms.
“Hey” she said to me “if we’re going to live together I think I should be seen on your arm”
I made an elaborate bow and she took my arm.
We were all in the pub until 4 o’clock and the Cross Keys was absolutely rocking.
When we eventually left the pub Katy turned to us and said
“Thanks for that” then after a pause she continued “it was like being at my own wake”
We were all laughing so much we had to sit down again.
We wheeled Katy to my house in her wheelchair, not because she was drunk or anything, she had nursed the same pint of Guinness all afternoon, but she had summoned every ounce of strength she had in her to get her through her “wake” and she was absolutely drained with fatigue, plus the emotion of the day had taken its toll.
Claire and Molly settled her into what was now to be her room for the duration.
Tilly had returned to the Vicarage and along with her fiancé Robert they brought the remainder of Katy’s possessions.
While the four of them fussed and faffed around her I went to the kitchen and made us some food, from scratch.
We all ate together in Katy’s room and afterwards we sat chatting until Katy was too tired to continue.
So we kissed her goodnight and Claire and Molly settled her down for the night.
Tilly and Robert then returned to the Vicarage while the rest of us sat in the kitchen for the next hour or so until they left as well though not before drilling into me what to do if something happened.
Katy didn’t need constant nursing at that point so there was to be no night nurse just regular visits.
But I had a list of contact numbers should the need arise.
So once Claire and Molly were satisfied I knew what to do they left me to it.
I have to admit I didn’t sleep well that night and every time I woke up I went and check on her.
The next morning the door went at nine o’clock and a district nurse, by the name of Harriet Quimby was standing the other side of it when I opened it who had come to check on the patient.
She was a small bird like woman, with pale skin and strawberry blonde hair, thirty something maybe.
I was expecting her as there was a rota on the kitchen wall, of who was doing what and when.
So I had been up since 7 am, and I took a cup of tea in to Katy and seven thirty who was had also been awake awhile.
By the time the nurse arrived I’d already helped her to the bathroom for her morning pee and made her breakfast and she was sitting comfortably in my arm chair watching TV.
I left them to it and went and made drinks, then Harriet, the nurse, having checked Katy was ok and given her, her medication, left for the next patient.
She had been there for the best part of an hour.
Despite the early visit it was a much quieter day than the previous one.
I pottered about for the morning, a bit of laundry, emptied the bins, that kind of stuff.
I told Katy to just holler if she wanted anything, and I had to tell her off at one point when I caught her on the way to the kitchen.
“Where are you going?” I said crossly “I told you to shout if you wanted anything”
“I didn’t want to bother you” she said
“It isn’t a bother” I reassured her “now take my arm”
She did as she was told and I walked her to the kitchen
“Oh you have a lovely outlook” she said looking out of the kitchen window.
The lounge was at the front of the house so she hadn’t seen out the back before.
She sat down at the kitchen table and I made us a drink.
We had been sitting there for about ten minutes when…
“Simon?” she said “I was wondering if...”
“If what?” I asked
“Say no if you think it’s a bit cheeky” she replied “would it be alright if I have a bath”
“For goodness sake Katy you don’t need to ask my permission” I said “this is your home now”
“Are you sure?” she asked
“Of course” I reassured her “I’ll go and run the bath, while you finish your drink”
So I went upstairs to my en suite and ran the bath and put out fresh towels before returning downstairs to the kitchen.
“Its all ready for you madam” I said pompously and held out my hand which she took.
She led the way slowly up the stairs and I followed closely behind in case she slipped but half way up I stopped her and scooped her up in my arms and carried her the rest of the way.
She was able to undress herself ok but needed help to get in and out of the tub.
Katy called me in to the bathroom and she was standing with her back to me wrapped in a bath sheet.
I held her loosely at the waist and let her step in, once both feet were safely in the water. I un-wrapped the towel from her and held it out like a windbreak.
Katy was then able to lower herself gently into the water.
“Oh wow” she exclaimed “this is fab”
I smiled to myself as I remembered the last time she had told me something was fab, it was just after I made love to her.
I then lowered the towel as her modesty was by then covered by the bubbles.
“Is that to madam’s satisfaction” I said grandly
“Oh yes my good man” she replied in her best Lady Muck voice “this will do very nicely, you may go”
“I’ll leave you too it then ma’am” I said tugging my forelock “and don’t even think about trying to getting out on your own”
“Ok” she replied meekly
But just as I was leaving the bathroom she exclaimed
“Oh bugger”
“Reverend Oliver?” I said with affront
“Sorry” she said with a giggle “I forgot my clothes”
“I’ll bring them up, anything in particular?” I said
“They’re in a pile at the end of the bed” she told me
“Ok” I replied “I’ll bring them up”
“And no ogling my undies” she added
I smiled as I thought that’s the Katy Oliver we all no and love.
“I cant promise that” I called as I went down stairs and picked up her clothes and of course I looked at her undies, a pink bra and matching panties, nice. .
I put the clothes on the bottom stair and went back to the kitchen and put the kettle on.
I made another drink and I was just about to go up and check on Katy when the front door opened and Claire walked in with her medical bag.
“Hello” she called
“In the kitchen” I called back
When she walked in I noticed instantly she was dressed in her more familiar professional garb.
“Nice to see you properly dressed today doctor” I said and kissed her cheek
“No practical pants with that outfit”
“Shhh” she whispered
“Its ok she’s upstairs” I reassured her
“Why what have you done?” she asked suspiciously
“I haven’t done anything” I replied “she’s having a bath”
“Well that’s ok” she said “I’ll go up and see her”
“She’s in the en suite in my room” I said “you know the way”
“Stop it” she said quietly and kissed me
“By the way when am I going to get to see those fishnets you bought in Paris” I asked
“Shhh” Claire urged “don’t worry, when the time is right you’ll be able to feast your eyes”
As she walked towards the stairs I called
“Claire?”
“What now?” she said tartly “do you want to know what knickers I’m wearing?”
“I was just going to say can you take Katy’s clothes up with you” I replied
“God you’re sex mad”
“Oops” she said
After the Hospital bed had been well and truly road tested, Molly went home on Sunday lunchtime which left me an hour to get showered before the village helpers arrived with Katy Oliver’s goods and chattels.
Katy herself wouldn’t be arriving until Monday when Molly would be back to help settle her in.
On Sunday evening after all the comings and goings were done with I took myself off to St Lucy’s for the evening service and having recharged my spiritual batteries I returned home for an early night.
On Monday morning the door knocker was rarely quiet and it began at 8 o’clock with the dreaded Mrs. Beamish coming to get the house spick and span before the patient arrived.
While Mrs. B did her stuff I took the opportunity to drive over to Kiddingstone and drop off the hire car at Clarion, I could have phoned them and had them pick it up but I found from bitter experience that when Mrs Beamish was in the house it was best if I wasn’t.
So having dropped the car off I rushed around and did a bit of shopping, rushing around was certainly a necessity due to the weather.
Where it had been sunny and mild for my trip to Salisbury with Georgia the cold had come back with a vengeance after the weekend carried on a biting wind.
As I was making my way to the station a timid voice called out from behind me.
“Simon?”
I turned around but couldn’t identify the source of the voice so I turned back and carried on walking
“Simon?”
The voice called again a little louder
I turned around again and this time I was faced by a short smiling young woman, who I didn’t recognize.
She was wearing one of those furry hat with ear flaps, a heavy thigh length coat, skinny jeans and Ugg boots.
I don’t know what fashion statement she was trying to make, I suspected it was more likely a determination keep warm.
“It’s me” she said from beneath the fur hat.
But I still didn’t know who “me” was.
Clearly some unfortunate young woman that I’d slept with at some time and the encounter was so unmemorable I instantly forgot her, how embarrassing was that.
So I tried to picture her dressed in a different outfit, school uniform, evening dress, underwear or work clothes, but nothing registered.
So she lifted the hat off her head so I could get a clearer look but this only allowed the wind to blow her fine blonde hair across her face, obscuring it completely.
It took a moment for her to take control of her wayward locks but when control had been achieved she announced
“Its me” and gave a beaming smile.
“India?” I said “I didn’t recognize you without your horse"
"You’re silly" she giggled as she put her hat back on "you mean you didn’t recognize me with my clothes on"
I smiled at her and she suddenly realized what she had said and blushed
“I meant with my winter clothes on” she corrected herself and we both laughed.
She shuffled her feet awkwardly wanting to lean in and kiss me but she wasn’t sure if she should or not.
So I put her out of her misery and kissed her instead
“Thank you for the birthday card” I said
“Did you like it?” India asked and blushed again
The reason for this slight embarrassment was the message she wrote in my card alluding to some shared “horse play” in her stables.
I was quite amused when I open my cards, because there was one from India and Maisie as a couple, but both girls had also sent individual cards presumably without the others knowledge.
“Yes I did” I replied and shivered and checked my watch.
“Oh damn I’m going to miss my train if I don’t run”
I leant in and kissed her again.
“Bye India” I said
“I can give you lift” she called after me
“Are you going home now then?” I asked
“Yes I’ve done what I needed to do” she replied
“Ok” I said “that will be great”
As we were driving back to the village India said
“You haven’t been to the stable for a while”
“No” I replied “but then I did make rather a mess the last time”
I laughed but she continued
“I don’t mind if you make a mess”
I knew what she was after, and it would have been a pleasurable distraction on any other day.
But I had too much to do on that day.
I was just about to deliver the news she didn’t want to hear when my house came into view and her face dropped as she exclaimed
“Oh”
And the reason for that exclamation was the sight of a number of villagers exiting or entering my front door like worker ants from a nest.
“Yes, the vicar takes up residence today” I said
“Oh” she repeated forlornly
“Were you wanting to come in and play for a while?” I asked
She didn’t answer but she nodded
“Well obviously today isn’t a good day to play” I said
She looked crest fallen and I wanted to hug her but because of the watching eyes I couldn’t and I couldn’t kiss her goodbye for the same reason so I took hold of her hand instead and said
“We’ll do it another day, ok?” I said “Thanks for the lift honey”
She held my hand tightly as she implored
“When can we?”
“Soon” I replied “Not today, but soon”
“When though?” she persevered
“Soon” I said and squeezed her hand before I got out of the car
She was clearly disappointed and she would probably dwell on that disappointment because she had nothing else to distract her.
The problem was that India suffered from too much time on her hands; her parents indulged her, and didn’t push her to do anything with her life, for all of her adult life since she left college she had occupied all of her time with her horse riding.
That was until her sexual awakening and subsequent alfresco rogering in the woods, by yours truly.
When I managed to get inside the house I found a crowd scene in the hall and kitchen
Directing traffic in the hall was Tilly, the new vicars wife to be, and in the kitchen surrounded by chaos were Claire, in dress down mode and Molly in civvies, I wondered if Claire was wearing her “practical pants” with her casuals, Molly could have been wearing anything or nothing with hers.
“Hello girls” I said
“Simon?” Claire shouted “Thank God”
“Is everything going to plan?” I asked
“No” she cried “no it’s bloody not, half the village has turned up with meals”
“Oh” was all I could muster as I looked around at a huge selection of Pyrex and Tupperware dishes.
“There’s a lot” Molly added “and no where to put it all, your freezer is full”
“There are hot pots and curry’s, casseroles and bolognaise” Claire exclaimed as she threw her arms up in the air.
“Honestly” I said putting an arm around each of them, “I hope you wouldn’t be this flustered if one of the biddies had had a stroke”
I allowed myself the briefest moment to imagine the three of us in flagrante, but I couldn’t dwell on that delightful scenario.
“We’re trained for old ladies with strokes” Claire said tartly
“We are not trained for this”
“Ok, Claire, there are Labels in that drawer” I said pointing and then directed at both of them I continued
“Write what’s in the dish and who brought it so I can return the container to the correct person afterwards”
“I will go and switch on the chest freezer in the garage”
“You’re marvelous in a crisis” Claire said
“He’s not bad in a clinch either” Molly added
I left them to it and went out the back door and into the garage.
It was nice that Claire thought I was marvellous in a crisis but I wasn’t even sure if the chest freezer still worked, I hadn’t used it for a year.
It was in use when I inherited the house but it had very little in it so I switched it off and cleaned it out and it had stood empty ever since.
The other problem was that I had rather used the top of it since as a dumping ground for boxes and such like, so firstly I had to clear it off.
I was not particular in my task and I rather just relocated the clutter from the top of the freezer onto the top of any other available surface.
One I had cleared the top I lifted the lid and briefly checked inside.
Satisfied nothing was living in it I closed the lid and switched it on.
The light came on instantly and it started to make the appropriate noises of a chest freezer so I was content all was well.
I returned to the kitchen to find that calmness prevailed as Molly and Claire were working methodically through the task I had set them.
They had been joined by Tilly as the flow of visitors had been stemmed so while the others finished labelling Tilly and I began carrying out the all ready labelled meals to the freezer.
It had been rather a strange morning which fizzled out somewhat after that extraordinary deluge of well meaning women who had succeeded in filling my freezer.
Despite all the food on hand I took the three ladies out for some pub grub and a pint.
As we were walking down the road Tilly wanted to pop in and see Katy on the way and Claire went in with her.
Thirty minutes later they re-emerged with Katy walking between them.
“Katy” we cheered
“Did someone mention the pub?” She said
She was walking under her own steam but she had to hold on to Tilly and Claire’s arms.
“Hey” she said to me “if we’re going to live together I think I should be seen on your arm”
I made an elaborate bow and she took my arm.
We were all in the pub until 4 o’clock and the Cross Keys was absolutely rocking.
When we eventually left the pub Katy turned to us and said
“Thanks for that” then after a pause she continued “it was like being at my own wake”
We were all laughing so much we had to sit down again.
We wheeled Katy to my house in her wheelchair, not because she was drunk or anything, she had nursed the same pint of Guinness all afternoon, but she had summoned every ounce of strength she had in her to get her through her “wake” and she was absolutely drained with fatigue, plus the emotion of the day had taken its toll.
Claire and Molly settled her into what was now to be her room for the duration.
Tilly had returned to the Vicarage and along with her fiancé Robert they brought the remainder of Katy’s possessions.
While the four of them fussed and faffed around her I went to the kitchen and made us some food, from scratch.
We all ate together in Katy’s room and afterwards we sat chatting until Katy was too tired to continue.
So we kissed her goodnight and Claire and Molly settled her down for the night.
Tilly and Robert then returned to the Vicarage while the rest of us sat in the kitchen for the next hour or so until they left as well though not before drilling into me what to do if something happened.
Katy didn’t need constant nursing at that point so there was to be no night nurse just regular visits.
But I had a list of contact numbers should the need arise.
So once Claire and Molly were satisfied I knew what to do they left me to it.
I have to admit I didn’t sleep well that night and every time I woke up I went and check on her.
The next morning the door went at nine o’clock and a district nurse, by the name of Harriet Quimby was standing the other side of it when I opened it who had come to check on the patient.
She was a small bird like woman, with pale skin and strawberry blonde hair, thirty something maybe.
I was expecting her as there was a rota on the kitchen wall, of who was doing what and when.
So I had been up since 7 am, and I took a cup of tea in to Katy and seven thirty who was had also been awake awhile.
By the time the nurse arrived I’d already helped her to the bathroom for her morning pee and made her breakfast and she was sitting comfortably in my arm chair watching TV.
I left them to it and went and made drinks, then Harriet, the nurse, having checked Katy was ok and given her, her medication, left for the next patient.
She had been there for the best part of an hour.
Despite the early visit it was a much quieter day than the previous one.
I pottered about for the morning, a bit of laundry, emptied the bins, that kind of stuff.
I told Katy to just holler if she wanted anything, and I had to tell her off at one point when I caught her on the way to the kitchen.
“Where are you going?” I said crossly “I told you to shout if you wanted anything”
“I didn’t want to bother you” she said
“It isn’t a bother” I reassured her “now take my arm”
She did as she was told and I walked her to the kitchen
“Oh you have a lovely outlook” she said looking out of the kitchen window.
The lounge was at the front of the house so she hadn’t seen out the back before.
She sat down at the kitchen table and I made us a drink.
We had been sitting there for about ten minutes when…
“Simon?” she said “I was wondering if...”
“If what?” I asked
“Say no if you think it’s a bit cheeky” she replied “would it be alright if I have a bath”
“For goodness sake Katy you don’t need to ask my permission” I said “this is your home now”
“Are you sure?” she asked
“Of course” I reassured her “I’ll go and run the bath, while you finish your drink”
So I went upstairs to my en suite and ran the bath and put out fresh towels before returning downstairs to the kitchen.
“Its all ready for you madam” I said pompously and held out my hand which she took.
She led the way slowly up the stairs and I followed closely behind in case she slipped but half way up I stopped her and scooped her up in my arms and carried her the rest of the way.
She was able to undress herself ok but needed help to get in and out of the tub.
Katy called me in to the bathroom and she was standing with her back to me wrapped in a bath sheet.
I held her loosely at the waist and let her step in, once both feet were safely in the water. I un-wrapped the towel from her and held it out like a windbreak.
Katy was then able to lower herself gently into the water.
“Oh wow” she exclaimed “this is fab”
I smiled to myself as I remembered the last time she had told me something was fab, it was just after I made love to her.
I then lowered the towel as her modesty was by then covered by the bubbles.
“Is that to madam’s satisfaction” I said grandly
“Oh yes my good man” she replied in her best Lady Muck voice “this will do very nicely, you may go”
“I’ll leave you too it then ma’am” I said tugging my forelock “and don’t even think about trying to getting out on your own”
“Ok” she replied meekly
But just as I was leaving the bathroom she exclaimed
“Oh bugger”
“Reverend Oliver?” I said with affront
“Sorry” she said with a giggle “I forgot my clothes”
“I’ll bring them up, anything in particular?” I said
“They’re in a pile at the end of the bed” she told me
“Ok” I replied “I’ll bring them up”
“And no ogling my undies” she added
I smiled as I thought that’s the Katy Oliver we all no and love.
“I cant promise that” I called as I went down stairs and picked up her clothes and of course I looked at her undies, a pink bra and matching panties, nice. .
I put the clothes on the bottom stair and went back to the kitchen and put the kettle on.
I made another drink and I was just about to go up and check on Katy when the front door opened and Claire walked in with her medical bag.
“Hello” she called
“In the kitchen” I called back
When she walked in I noticed instantly she was dressed in her more familiar professional garb.
“Nice to see you properly dressed today doctor” I said and kissed her cheek
“No practical pants with that outfit”
“Shhh” she whispered
“Its ok she’s upstairs” I reassured her
“Why what have you done?” she asked suspiciously
“I haven’t done anything” I replied “she’s having a bath”
“Well that’s ok” she said “I’ll go up and see her”
“She’s in the en suite in my room” I said “you know the way”
“Stop it” she said quietly and kissed me
“By the way when am I going to get to see those fishnets you bought in Paris” I asked
“Shhh” Claire urged “don’t worry, when the time is right you’ll be able to feast your eyes”
As she walked towards the stairs I called
“Claire?”
“What now?” she said tartly “do you want to know what knickers I’m wearing?”
“I was just going to say can you take Katy’s clothes up with you” I replied
“God you’re sex mad”
“Oops” she said
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 58) Candlemass Day
On the morning after my birthday treat I woke up in a Salisbury hotel to find Georgia was still in a very playful mood.
“You’re insatiable,” I said as her brunette head rose and fell on my dawn horn.
“You don’t normally complain” she slurped in reply.
“I’m not complaining now,” I said
“Good” she slurped again “this is it for me until Valentines Day”
She didn’t say it in so many words but the implication was clear, in that she would not be getting any cock till the 14th but I would probably be dipping my wick as normal.
Well actually I had so much enjoyed my treat with Georgia, her company, her humour, her conversation and her taught young body, she had everything a man could want, so why did I bother looking elsewhere.
“I’m thirty now, time to start acting like a grown up” I said to myself.
Then I lost my train of thought as the ecstasy of the moment diverted me.
After Georgia had finished despoiling me we had a quick shower and went downstairs for a non-Michelin full English fried breakfast.
Once we had checked out we had plenty of time to take in at least one of the local sights before we headed home.
We both agreed on Stonehenge as it was on the way we were headed.
“I haven’t been there for years” Georgia said “not since junior school”
“Nor me” I agreed
“Yes but they were still building it when you were at school”
Georgia said and laughed raucously
“Cheeky cow” I said
After Stonehenge we took in the ruins of Salisbury Castle and the old Cathedral after which we headed towards home, though we took the scenic route and we talked all the way.
Mainly about her University work or what was going on in the village.
“I’m really proud of you,” she said
“For what?” I asked
“What you’re doing for Reverend Oliver,” she explained
“It was the right thing to do,” I said simply
The thought never crossed her mind to question my motives.
If she knew the truth of it she might be forgiven for thinking I was doing it out of guilt for defiling her, but it wasn’t that at all. I really was doing it because I could and because it was the right thing to do.
I really had enjoyed being with Georgia and I wished we could have spent the rest of the weekend together, or the rest of the day for that matter, but sadly Georgie had deadlines and she had to work right up until the wire.
When we got back to Roehampton I didn’t go in, I carried her bags to the door and kissed her goodbye.
“I really do love you,” I said
“I know” she replied, “I love you too”
“I’ll see you in two weeks hon.” I said
“I can’t wait” Georgia said and rushed inside as the tears arrived.
I left her with a new resolve, determined to be faithful to her,
This epiphany coming as it did on The 2nd of February was quite apt.
It was Candlemass day, the festival of the purification of the Virgin Mary, which marked the last day of Christmas.
Falling midway between the winter and spring equinox it was a time for looking ahead at the bounty ahead.
I felt it was like the end of one chapter and beginning of another.
I stopped at my parents house next as I hadn’t seen her or dad since Christmas and she had said she wanted to do me a birthday tea.
Although I was twenty years too old for a birthday tea I played along and I passed a very enjoyable few hours with them.
By the time I got back to Bushy Down it was after ten o’clock. So I was surprised to see there was still a light burning in the window and there was a strange car parked on the drive, I assumed the light was left on to deter burglars but I couldn’t explain the car.
I parked the hire car behind it on the drive and went inside not knowing who or what was inside,
But as I went in all was quiet, in the hall I immediately noticed there was a bookcase standing against the wall that had preciously stood in the lounge.
That was when I remembered that the Hospital bed was due to be delivered the day before.
I guessed that as the bookcase had been moved that it had indeed arrived.
I took my case upstairs and unpacked and wasn’t at all surprised to find no one in the guest rooms.
But as I walked back downstairs I again wondered why there was a strange car on the drive especially if I didn’t have a houseguest.
I went into the kitchen and boiled the kettle and then sat down to begin opening the pile of birthday cards that had accumulated in my absence.
Most of the cards contained the normal felicitations but a significant number of them had extra little messages that only meant something to the writer and me.
These missives of course referred obliquely to a previous assignation or assignations known only to the two of us.
For example Pandora signed her card from Scarlet and the doctor wrote from Dr Andrews “raising the dead a speciality”.
There were so many cards and so many secret messages I was kind of overwhelmed but just how much of a philanderer I was.
But although I felt a certain pride at my prowess I had resolved to put that all behind me that was all in the past.
I finished my drink and was on the way upstairs when I thought I would just take a look in the lounge.
I opened the door and the light from the hall flooded into the room and I did a double take.
In the centre of the room was the hospital bed but that was not what surprised me.
What had got my attention, directly in front of me perfectly illuminated, was the most perfect round arse.
And it was an arse I was very familiar with, for laying with her back to me on the hospital bed in the foetal position, partially covered by a hospital blanket, was Molly’s naked body.
I walked over to the bed and put my hand on one of her firm buttock and it was cold to my touch so I began caressing the cold fleshy cheek and it eventually began to warm, as did my ardour.
I caressed her around the full curve of her buttocks until my fingers reached her shaven pussy.
Molly began to stir as my fingertips lightly traced across the mole on her lip before my finger peeled her lips apart and entered the creamy heat inside.
She murmured in her sleep as I continued stroking her juicy cunny.
My other hand steadied her hip as I worked on her and then she gasped.
“Ohhhh” she said “What kept you?” and she grabbed my spare hand and pulled it up to her breast and squeezed my hand onto tit as I continued frigging her and bringing her closer and closer to orgasm until she screamed out.
As I undid my trousers I thought “So much for my new resolve on Candlemass day”, of course the 2nd of February was also Groundhog Day and the phrase “Groundhog Day” is often used to express the same events or actions occurring repetitively, how ironic was that.
Molly wriggled her arse to the edge of the bed as I stood cock in hand
“Oh hell” I thought as realised I was clearly condemned to repeat my shortcomings for all eternity.
“Mmmmm” molly exclaimed as I pushed my helmet between her sticky lips.
“Mmmmm” she repeated as I followed through with the rest of me.
I was sure when the committee made the arrangements for the bed to be delivered and accepted Molly’s help with the nursing care they never envisaged the scenario where I would be banging her on it from behind.
As I was pounding her pussy, I stood looking down on her as she was biting her lip and pulling her hair.
And as I groped at her breast, which was rising and falling with every insertion, I could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
Molly was in a frenzy as she received what she had clearly desired all evening.
She was gripping the frame of the bed and grunting rhythmically with every nerve tingling stroke until she came so hard the bed shook and she juddered again as I finished in a pulsating ejaculation.
“Well I think the bed will do the job,” I said between pants.
But just to be certain sure after half an hour we tested it once more and twice again the next morning.
“You’re insatiable,” I said as her brunette head rose and fell on my dawn horn.
“You don’t normally complain” she slurped in reply.
“I’m not complaining now,” I said
“Good” she slurped again “this is it for me until Valentines Day”
She didn’t say it in so many words but the implication was clear, in that she would not be getting any cock till the 14th but I would probably be dipping my wick as normal.
Well actually I had so much enjoyed my treat with Georgia, her company, her humour, her conversation and her taught young body, she had everything a man could want, so why did I bother looking elsewhere.
“I’m thirty now, time to start acting like a grown up” I said to myself.
Then I lost my train of thought as the ecstasy of the moment diverted me.
After Georgia had finished despoiling me we had a quick shower and went downstairs for a non-Michelin full English fried breakfast.
Once we had checked out we had plenty of time to take in at least one of the local sights before we headed home.
We both agreed on Stonehenge as it was on the way we were headed.
“I haven’t been there for years” Georgia said “not since junior school”
“Nor me” I agreed
“Yes but they were still building it when you were at school”
Georgia said and laughed raucously
“Cheeky cow” I said
After Stonehenge we took in the ruins of Salisbury Castle and the old Cathedral after which we headed towards home, though we took the scenic route and we talked all the way.
Mainly about her University work or what was going on in the village.
“I’m really proud of you,” she said
“For what?” I asked
“What you’re doing for Reverend Oliver,” she explained
“It was the right thing to do,” I said simply
The thought never crossed her mind to question my motives.
If she knew the truth of it she might be forgiven for thinking I was doing it out of guilt for defiling her, but it wasn’t that at all. I really was doing it because I could and because it was the right thing to do.
I really had enjoyed being with Georgia and I wished we could have spent the rest of the weekend together, or the rest of the day for that matter, but sadly Georgie had deadlines and she had to work right up until the wire.
When we got back to Roehampton I didn’t go in, I carried her bags to the door and kissed her goodbye.
“I really do love you,” I said
“I know” she replied, “I love you too”
“I’ll see you in two weeks hon.” I said
“I can’t wait” Georgia said and rushed inside as the tears arrived.
I left her with a new resolve, determined to be faithful to her,
This epiphany coming as it did on The 2nd of February was quite apt.
It was Candlemass day, the festival of the purification of the Virgin Mary, which marked the last day of Christmas.
Falling midway between the winter and spring equinox it was a time for looking ahead at the bounty ahead.
I felt it was like the end of one chapter and beginning of another.
I stopped at my parents house next as I hadn’t seen her or dad since Christmas and she had said she wanted to do me a birthday tea.
Although I was twenty years too old for a birthday tea I played along and I passed a very enjoyable few hours with them.
By the time I got back to Bushy Down it was after ten o’clock. So I was surprised to see there was still a light burning in the window and there was a strange car parked on the drive, I assumed the light was left on to deter burglars but I couldn’t explain the car.
I parked the hire car behind it on the drive and went inside not knowing who or what was inside,
But as I went in all was quiet, in the hall I immediately noticed there was a bookcase standing against the wall that had preciously stood in the lounge.
That was when I remembered that the Hospital bed was due to be delivered the day before.
I guessed that as the bookcase had been moved that it had indeed arrived.
I took my case upstairs and unpacked and wasn’t at all surprised to find no one in the guest rooms.
But as I walked back downstairs I again wondered why there was a strange car on the drive especially if I didn’t have a houseguest.
I went into the kitchen and boiled the kettle and then sat down to begin opening the pile of birthday cards that had accumulated in my absence.
Most of the cards contained the normal felicitations but a significant number of them had extra little messages that only meant something to the writer and me.
These missives of course referred obliquely to a previous assignation or assignations known only to the two of us.
For example Pandora signed her card from Scarlet and the doctor wrote from Dr Andrews “raising the dead a speciality”.
There were so many cards and so many secret messages I was kind of overwhelmed but just how much of a philanderer I was.
But although I felt a certain pride at my prowess I had resolved to put that all behind me that was all in the past.
I finished my drink and was on the way upstairs when I thought I would just take a look in the lounge.
I opened the door and the light from the hall flooded into the room and I did a double take.
In the centre of the room was the hospital bed but that was not what surprised me.
What had got my attention, directly in front of me perfectly illuminated, was the most perfect round arse.
And it was an arse I was very familiar with, for laying with her back to me on the hospital bed in the foetal position, partially covered by a hospital blanket, was Molly’s naked body.
I walked over to the bed and put my hand on one of her firm buttock and it was cold to my touch so I began caressing the cold fleshy cheek and it eventually began to warm, as did my ardour.
I caressed her around the full curve of her buttocks until my fingers reached her shaven pussy.
Molly began to stir as my fingertips lightly traced across the mole on her lip before my finger peeled her lips apart and entered the creamy heat inside.
She murmured in her sleep as I continued stroking her juicy cunny.
My other hand steadied her hip as I worked on her and then she gasped.
“Ohhhh” she said “What kept you?” and she grabbed my spare hand and pulled it up to her breast and squeezed my hand onto tit as I continued frigging her and bringing her closer and closer to orgasm until she screamed out.
As I undid my trousers I thought “So much for my new resolve on Candlemass day”, of course the 2nd of February was also Groundhog Day and the phrase “Groundhog Day” is often used to express the same events or actions occurring repetitively, how ironic was that.
Molly wriggled her arse to the edge of the bed as I stood cock in hand
“Oh hell” I thought as realised I was clearly condemned to repeat my shortcomings for all eternity.
“Mmmmm” molly exclaimed as I pushed my helmet between her sticky lips.
“Mmmmm” she repeated as I followed through with the rest of me.
I was sure when the committee made the arrangements for the bed to be delivered and accepted Molly’s help with the nursing care they never envisaged the scenario where I would be banging her on it from behind.
As I was pounding her pussy, I stood looking down on her as she was biting her lip and pulling her hair.
And as I groped at her breast, which was rising and falling with every insertion, I could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
Molly was in a frenzy as she received what she had clearly desired all evening.
She was gripping the frame of the bed and grunting rhythmically with every nerve tingling stroke until she came so hard the bed shook and she juddered again as I finished in a pulsating ejaculation.
“Well I think the bed will do the job,” I said between pants.
But just to be certain sure after half an hour we tested it once more and twice again the next morning.
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 57) Turning 30
It was after a phenomenal visit to Pandora Parker Browns luxury home in millionaire’s row, known locally as Nob Hill, where we mutually slaked each others lustful thirsts that I made my way home under cover of darkness across the golf course.
It had been the most exceptional of days where I enjoyed Randy Pandy’s delights to the absolute max.
Although I feared it might be for the last time because Pandora had an admirer of whom she was mutually attracted to.
And if things did develop between Pandora and “Harry of the beautiful hill” it was more than possible that Harry Beaumont would be exploring Pandora’s beautiful hills exclusively.
Of course I should have excluded myself from her goodies voluntarily; after all I had a girlfriend, Georgia, who should have been the sole beneficiary of my lust.
So if Pandora’s Box was to be closed to me I would have to be content, and I should be content.
But as the mythology goes when Pandora’s Box was opened and all the evils escaped into the world all that remained was hope
so if it did close after that day then there was always hope it would open again.
All of this was running around my brain as I trudged through the darkness towards home.
When I got into the house I made a coffee and finished watching the DVD from the night before, “The Fifth Element”, the film of which my enjoyment was so rudely interrupted by randy Pandy.
I imagined I felt a slight stirring down below but it had to be my imagination after how it had been made to perform.
Together we had opened a whole new account in my wank bank
After the film was finished I went upstairs to my bed and when I walked into my bedroom I found Pandora had left her black silk knickers laid out neatly on my pillow.
And as I stood looking down at the expensive black panties that I had pulled off her full plump buttocks only the night before I really did feel a stirring.
Sunday I deemed to be predominantly a day of rest,
I did go to church however and although I didn’t intend to, I ended up lunching with Victoria at the Cross Keys.
Her usual companion Judith still hadn’t returned from Kiddingstone after the Burns Night Supper and with Maisie working at Mahajak’s she was at a loose end so I went with her instead.
And my gallantry was rewarded with a very enjoyable luncheon in very good company.
After the meal we were joined by Tilly Bushe and her brother Tristan.
Tristan was in ebullient mood as he had just heard that his offer on the Overend house had been accepted.
Suffice is to say we were in the pub considerably longer than I originally intended.
In fact the session only ended when Robert came to meet Tilly and take her to spend the afternoon with Katy.
Tristan and I helped Victoria to her bed I mused that had I taken her home alone I would probably have joined her.
We then went back to mine as Tristan was too drunk to drive and he promptly fell asleep on the sofa while I was making drinks and he was so drunk he ended up staying until morning.
As I found myself alone with an unresponsive guest I decided to pop back to check on Victoria and found her to be much better company.
On Monday morning a very hung-over Tristan thanked me for my hospitality and walked off in the direction of the pub to find his car.
I myself set straight to work to rearrange the contents of my recently added to wank bank into titillating tales of lust and lasciviousness.
My hope was to dash off a sufficient quantity of dirty stories to keep my publisher Gay Gordon off my back for at least a month.
Thankfully by early evening I was able to say
“Mission accomplished”
And I promptly emailed the latest batch of smut to Gordon.
My reason for wanting to clear the decks so to speak was because Tuesday was the day of the meeting at the church hall to make the final arrangements regarding Katy Oliver’s palliative care.
And as a result I wanted to ensure I had no more demands on my time than was necessary.
My February schedule was pretty clear save for the birthday treat Georgia had planned for me and Valentines Day.
The only other commitments in February were my Roving Angels Patrols.
Normally it would only be one patrol a month but I had missed my January stint because of my impromptu Tunisian sojourn.
As a result I had volunteered to do an extra one to redress the balance.
Neither of which would interfere with the immediate demands on my time.
Just after one o’clock there was a knock on the door and when I opened it I found it was Molly Curtis.
“Hey Moll” I said
“Hello cuz” she said and we embraced.
“You’re early” I added, “have you come for a quickie”
“I wish” Molly said “But unfortunately I have a visitor”
“Shame” I said
“Oh don’t worry it’s only a short visit” she replied with a leer then we had a bite of lunch and then walked down to the church hall together.
The meeting wasn’t long in duration as all those previously tasked with particular elements of the overall care plan had completed each one with meticulous thoroughness.
The rotas of every description were compiled and a timetable had been drawn up with teams of volunteers at the ready.
The only fly in the ointment was that the medical equipment was to be delivered on the 1st of February, my birthday, when I was to be away from home.
However the news of this detail failed to raise even a flicker of concern with the committee who took it all in their collective stride and said it would be taken care of and I could go off on my birthday trip without a care.
On my return I would have a day or two of normality before Katie moved in on the 4th.
After the meeting, Molly went off to work and I returned home with complete peace of mind, on the subject of Katie’s care at any rate.
Alone with my own thoughts for a couple of days I used the time to reflect on the extraordinary month of January.
It had been a funny month, which began with my New Years resolution to adopt monogamy, and be faithful to Georgia.
It was my “New Year, New Me” resolution which ended in a spectacular failure on New Years day afternoon when I sullied the Presidents club billiard table with Shula Mahajak’s.
That wasn’t the worst of it though; my display of shameful behaviour was demonstrated while Georgia was in my bed at home with the flu.
But as if that wasn’t low enough for me to stoop, I then went on to defile a woman of the cloth in Godalming, twice.
That was difficult even for me to come to terms with and in order to try and forget my sinful desecration of Reverend Oliver I sought solace in the arms of a stranger in numerous and prolonged dalliances in Tunis.
On my return to the UK I almost died of exposure before coming close to ruining the reputation of a well-respected doctor after she raised me from the dead, not for the first time I might add.
I then proceeded to add to the infidelity, blasphemy and general immorality I had already succumbed to when I committed a lewd act in a public place, namely when I shagged Shula in the swimming baths changing room.
This still left time before the end of the month for me to enjoy Pandora’s delicious delights, home and away so to speak.
Which was a bittersweet experience, though in truth it was incredibly sweet with the only bitterness being the prospect of it being for the final time.
But I did almost ruin her reputation into the bargain.
Despite my busy week I still managed to find the time to reacquaint myself with Victoria Braithwaite as she lay both in her bed and in her cups.
So as the month came to its close I chose to reassess.
I knew I wasn’t going to kick my philandering ways altogether, because I knew that I didn’t really want to.
But like a habitual smoker I needed to wean myself off slowly.
If I could at least keep them to a minimum then my little indiscretions would be the equivalent of nicotine patches.
As I had completely failed, by any measurement, in January, I would begin again in February.
I was going to meet Georgia on the 31st and spend my birthday with her.
As my New Year’s resolution, “New Year New Me”, didn’t work and January had turned into a total fuck fest. I decided my new clarion call would be “30 day” instead.
My thirtieth birthday was on the 1st of February so that would be my new line in the sand.
On Thursday morning I caught the train to Kiddingstone where I picked up a hire car from Clarion Cars after which I returned home and collected my overnight bag.
I then drove to the doctor’s surgery and left a front door key to my house with Olivia Adamson before continuing on to Roehampton.
Georgia had a lunchtime lecture but she had finished and was back home by the time I got to the house.
It had only been two weeks since we had last been together but that was clearly 14 days too long for Georgie because she was all over me like a rash the moment I stepped through the door.
Horny Miss Georgie of course was not; I was pleased to say, supplementing her lusty diet like I was.
So that kind of took care of the rest of the day.
When I awoke on Friday morning, it being my birthday, I was expecting some more of the same.
But Georgia was already up and showered and apart from wishing me a happy birthday with a kiss she was not giving me anything else.
I had to get a move on apparently; the day was wasting, places to go, inside her knickers not being one of them.
So I had to get up and shower, I was also ordered to shave and make myself presentable and dress smartly and still not a sniff of a birthday shag.
I did what was asked of me and made myself as agreeable as I could.
When I finished and was past fit to be seen with by Georgia, I noticed she was also well turned out in a smart two piece suit and all the trimmings, we were both done up as if we were going to a wedding.
That was an interesting though random thought.
At ten o’clock, the two of us set off in the car, although only one of us knew the destination and it wasn’t me.
I was completely in her hands, Georgia gave me directions and I drove.
It was my birthday treat which she had planned to the last detail, none of which she had told me, so I drove on following her every instruction.
With each twist and turn I tried to guess our destination as she chattered away, but in the end I gave up and decided to just enjoy the company and the scenery.
We arrived in Salisbury on a sunny and unseasonably mild day and I still wasn’t sure if that was our final destination, until
“Turn right” Georgia shouted
“What here?” I asked
“Yes” she answered
I followed her instructions and drove into the car park of the Castle View Hotel.
I was a little alarmed as it looked like a very expensive hotel and Georgia was treating me for my birthday.
“This looks nice” I said “Maybe too nice”
“Don’t be silly,” she said, “you’re worth it”
We checked in and went upstairs, Georgia had booked us into the bridal suite, another random thought crossed my mind, complete with four poster bed and a fantastic view of the Cathedral, although to be fair, as we were to find out later, there weren’t many places in Salisbury that you couldn’t see the cathedral from, however from our room it was a particularly fine view.
Not as fine as the view of Georgia pulling her drawers down and sitting on the loo.
I felt a familiar tingle in my pants as I listened to her peeing, and thought it was time to christen the four poster bed in the usual manner, but much To my regret I wasn’t given the opportunity as Georgia had booked us into the hotel restaurant for lunch, a well patronised establishment and a well deserved recipient of a Michelin star apparently.
I could have given her a few more stars than that if she was the recipient of what was brewing in my trousers.
Still it was lunchtime and I was hungry and not just for her so we head towards the restaurant, God alone knew how much it was all costing her.
After lunch we went up to the room, the food had been incredible, the desert we both agreed was better than sex,
We lay down on the four-poster bed staring up at the canopy, but we both felt too fat for a fumble so we roused ourselves and went for a walk instead.
There was a long winding path that crossed over the river, past a water mill then over the mill stream and a weir before it dissected the water meadow on its way to the town and at every turn we were blessed with a fresh view of the Cathedral bathed in the winter sunshine, so once we reached the town we just had to go in.
And it was an afternoon well spent; the Cathedral had a fabulous façade that merely hinted at its grand interior, the stained glass illuminated by the sun was breathtaking.
We spent hours inside reading every plaque and inscription and when we left I felt cleansed and refreshed.
We took the same route back across the water meadow though in the half-light it wasn’t nearly as picturesque.
By the time we got back to the hotel we were feeling a bit tired so we decided on a long soak in the bath, together of course.
“No funny business” Georgia said her round plump naked buttocks only inches from my face.
“Why’s that” I said
“That’s for later,” she said and she lowered her cute arse into the water between by legs, then she leant back against me as the hot water lapped up over her titties.
“We have a table booked for eight o’clock”
“You’re spending too much on me” I admonished her
“I’m really not” Georgia replied
“The bridal suite, Michelin starred restaurant” I corrected her
Then she giggled until her tits jiggled in the soapy water.
“My dad gave me a whole load of vouchers,” she confessed with laughter still in her voice “it hasn’t cost me anything yet”
After Georgia had washed her hair we lay in the soapy water until it started to get cold.
I watched with lustful eyes as her gorgeous body emerged from the water and she wiggled her arse in front of me as she stepped out.
I really wanted her, but she said I had to wait and I knew she was well worth that wait and my patience would be suitably rewarded, but I wanted then and again later.
I turned the hot water on and as I continued to soak. I stared appreciatively at my erection as I listened to Georgia drying her hair my mind obviously strayed towards her damp un-towelled pubes.
Becoming curious to know what she was doing when the hairdryer stopped I craned my neck so I could see her stunning reflection in the mirror as she dried herself.
This voyeurism was doing nothing to diminish my erection so I decided to get out of the bath and drying myself off before shaving, and then I cleaned my teeth and applied my aftershave.
I emerged from the bathroom just in time to see Georgia, wearing a little black dress, walking hornily through a freshly atomised cloud of perfume.
Then with the final touches applied she sat on the bed and looked at me with complete and utter, and shamelessly undisguised lust.
It was almost bordering on the perverted; I looked forward to dealing with her later.
As we walked through reception I am not ashamed to admit I felt exceeding proud to have such a beautiful girl on my arm.
Just before we entered to restaurant I turned to her and said
“I love you miss Gregory”
Georgia smiled and kissed me.
“I love you too” she responded “old man”
“Old man?” I exclaimed as I watched her walk ahead of me.
“Come on keep up granddad” she called.
We were seated in the conservatory section of the restaurant and it was a little cool so I asked the waiter to close the skylight as Georgia had goose bumps on her arms and her temperature gauges had activated.
The waiter duly obliged and then Georgia asked
“Are you staring at my nipples?”
“Of course” I replied
“Well that’s alright then” she said so I continued staring
“You didn’t bother with a bra then” I stated
“Are you complaining?” Georgia asked
“Not at all, less for me to take off later” I replied
“Don’t assume you’re getting lucky just because it’s your birthday” she said aloofly
“So what was that lustful leer you were giving me earlier?” I asked
“Indigestion” she replied
“You’ll soon change your tune once I get my hand inside your knickers” I told her
“No chance of that” she said and blushed crimson red
I put my hand on her knee and moved my hand up under her skirt and beyond her stocking top to her knickerless nonny.
I pulled one of her pubes and made her yelp.
“The last time you went out without any knickers on you were in bed for three days” I reminded her
“That’s a result I would settle for this time,” she confessed
Luckily at that moment the starters arrived and it was so delicious that my thoughts were completely distracted from Georgia’s freshly laundered and unfettered fanny.
It was only when we were sipping our coffee that the lascivious leer returned to her innocent face and a trouser tickle to my pants.
This tickle grew as I remembered that the founder of the feast seated next to me was “sans pants”.
I put my hand back on her knee and gently pulled her legs apart.
Then my hand crept along her thigh, dwelling momentarily on the lacy fringe before proceeding along the soft silkiness of her inner thigh and ultimately the luscious moist jewel of her young pussy.
Her lips were already open and very accommodating to my approaching fingers, which slipped along her slippery gash and entered her easily.
She instantly closed her legs
“Upstairs now” she ordered “sign the bill and get upstairs you dirty old man”
“Yes miss” I said feigning a tug of my forelock
My cock was ready to burst out of my trousers and I was going to leave the restaurant with a very awkward gait, which would give the appearance to the untrained eye of an old man walking.
The throbbing in my trousers was now accompanied by an ache dwelling deep in my balls.
We left the restaurant slightly less together than when we entered, I was still walking awkwardly and Georgia was walking extremely quickly but only from the knees down.
Her thighs were together and her buttocks appeared clenched.
We said goodnight to the reception staff and once out of sight Georgie charged up the stairs taking them two steps at a time.
I went off after her in similar vein and caught up with her on the first floor landing.
I pushed her up against the wall and kissed her,
Then I hitched up her dress and my hand went straight to her fluffy brown bush
“I like your new habit of not wearing any drawers,” I said
“It saves me having to yank them down around your ankles”
“I knew you’d like it you dirty old man” she said wickedly
I pushed two fingers into her tight wet cunny and rubbed her clitoris with my thumb and she let out a long breathy sigh.
She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and raised one leg off the ground,
There was the sound of voices below and in an instant she had extricated herself and was away up the stairs.
“You’ll have to catch me if you want more” she called over her shoulder.
The swelling in my trousers was not making movement any easier and Georgia had a head start on me.
But on the next flight of stairs she paused to remove her shoes and I managed to grab one of her stockinged ankles.
Georgia was giggling as she tried to wriggle free but I wasn’t letting go and as she tried to scramble up the stairs on all fours I improved my hold on her by grabbing her about the waist with my left arm.
Meanwhile my right hand returned up her dress and fingered her pussy once more and she squealed with delight as I frigged her.
After a minute of this I yanked her dress up and exposed her round white buttocks, this gave me a great view of the object of my attentions and I felt the sudden need to drink of her,
But as soon as my lips touched hers and before my tongue could taste her hot cunny juice she managed to wriggle away and I could only watch on as she scampered up the stairs.
When she reached the top stair she sat there triumphantly with the dress still rucked up around her middle.
“Come on then, birthday boy” she said taunting me by opening and closing her legs and as Georgia spread her legs wide I could see her juicy moist lips as she slipped her finger down her crack.
Then Georgia stood up holding her shoes in one hand and still fingering herself with the other, before she headed towards the bridal suite.
She was stood leaning against the door waiting for me and as I got close she took the room key card from her stocking top and opened the door.
Giggling and squealing as she did so, then she dropped her shoes and jumped onto the four-poster bed.
I rushed into the room and closed the door to find Georgia was kneeling on the bed with her back to me.
I kicked off my shoes and undid my trousers and by the time I reached the end of the bed I was naked except for my socks, which under normal circumstances I would have removed as well but my balls were fit to bust.
Georgia was kneeling at the end of the bed with her arse on full display as she gripped on to the bedpost with both hands.
She giggled as I unzipped her dress and slipped it off her shoulders so my hands could play with her beautiful titties.
“Do you have vouchers for this?” I asked as I stood there my legs trembling
“Just fuck me,” she ordered “this is your birthday treat”
“Credit then” I said as my cock slipped effortlessly into her tight cunny.
Georgia exhaled a low animal grunt as I went into her up to my balls.
My hands abandoned her titties and grasped onto her hips while she held, white knuckled, onto the bed post as she pushed down onto me as she grunted ever louder with each successive penetration.
With the length of stroke shortening her moans became more urgent, more guttural, and more animal
Until Georgia’s whole body went into spasm as she came with a sensual scream and my cock pulsed and twitched inside her.
Then we collapsed onto the bed where we lay in a panting heap
Until Georgia wriggled herself out of her dress and went down on me,
“Happy birthday to me” I said
It had been the most exceptional of days where I enjoyed Randy Pandy’s delights to the absolute max.
Although I feared it might be for the last time because Pandora had an admirer of whom she was mutually attracted to.
And if things did develop between Pandora and “Harry of the beautiful hill” it was more than possible that Harry Beaumont would be exploring Pandora’s beautiful hills exclusively.
Of course I should have excluded myself from her goodies voluntarily; after all I had a girlfriend, Georgia, who should have been the sole beneficiary of my lust.
So if Pandora’s Box was to be closed to me I would have to be content, and I should be content.
But as the mythology goes when Pandora’s Box was opened and all the evils escaped into the world all that remained was hope
so if it did close after that day then there was always hope it would open again.
All of this was running around my brain as I trudged through the darkness towards home.
When I got into the house I made a coffee and finished watching the DVD from the night before, “The Fifth Element”, the film of which my enjoyment was so rudely interrupted by randy Pandy.
I imagined I felt a slight stirring down below but it had to be my imagination after how it had been made to perform.
Together we had opened a whole new account in my wank bank
After the film was finished I went upstairs to my bed and when I walked into my bedroom I found Pandora had left her black silk knickers laid out neatly on my pillow.
And as I stood looking down at the expensive black panties that I had pulled off her full plump buttocks only the night before I really did feel a stirring.
Sunday I deemed to be predominantly a day of rest,
I did go to church however and although I didn’t intend to, I ended up lunching with Victoria at the Cross Keys.
Her usual companion Judith still hadn’t returned from Kiddingstone after the Burns Night Supper and with Maisie working at Mahajak’s she was at a loose end so I went with her instead.
And my gallantry was rewarded with a very enjoyable luncheon in very good company.
After the meal we were joined by Tilly Bushe and her brother Tristan.
Tristan was in ebullient mood as he had just heard that his offer on the Overend house had been accepted.
Suffice is to say we were in the pub considerably longer than I originally intended.
In fact the session only ended when Robert came to meet Tilly and take her to spend the afternoon with Katy.
Tristan and I helped Victoria to her bed I mused that had I taken her home alone I would probably have joined her.
We then went back to mine as Tristan was too drunk to drive and he promptly fell asleep on the sofa while I was making drinks and he was so drunk he ended up staying until morning.
As I found myself alone with an unresponsive guest I decided to pop back to check on Victoria and found her to be much better company.
On Monday morning a very hung-over Tristan thanked me for my hospitality and walked off in the direction of the pub to find his car.
I myself set straight to work to rearrange the contents of my recently added to wank bank into titillating tales of lust and lasciviousness.
My hope was to dash off a sufficient quantity of dirty stories to keep my publisher Gay Gordon off my back for at least a month.
Thankfully by early evening I was able to say
“Mission accomplished”
And I promptly emailed the latest batch of smut to Gordon.
My reason for wanting to clear the decks so to speak was because Tuesday was the day of the meeting at the church hall to make the final arrangements regarding Katy Oliver’s palliative care.
And as a result I wanted to ensure I had no more demands on my time than was necessary.
My February schedule was pretty clear save for the birthday treat Georgia had planned for me and Valentines Day.
The only other commitments in February were my Roving Angels Patrols.
Normally it would only be one patrol a month but I had missed my January stint because of my impromptu Tunisian sojourn.
As a result I had volunteered to do an extra one to redress the balance.
Neither of which would interfere with the immediate demands on my time.
Just after one o’clock there was a knock on the door and when I opened it I found it was Molly Curtis.
“Hey Moll” I said
“Hello cuz” she said and we embraced.
“You’re early” I added, “have you come for a quickie”
“I wish” Molly said “But unfortunately I have a visitor”
“Shame” I said
“Oh don’t worry it’s only a short visit” she replied with a leer then we had a bite of lunch and then walked down to the church hall together.
The meeting wasn’t long in duration as all those previously tasked with particular elements of the overall care plan had completed each one with meticulous thoroughness.
The rotas of every description were compiled and a timetable had been drawn up with teams of volunteers at the ready.
The only fly in the ointment was that the medical equipment was to be delivered on the 1st of February, my birthday, when I was to be away from home.
However the news of this detail failed to raise even a flicker of concern with the committee who took it all in their collective stride and said it would be taken care of and I could go off on my birthday trip without a care.
On my return I would have a day or two of normality before Katie moved in on the 4th.
After the meeting, Molly went off to work and I returned home with complete peace of mind, on the subject of Katie’s care at any rate.
Alone with my own thoughts for a couple of days I used the time to reflect on the extraordinary month of January.
It had been a funny month, which began with my New Years resolution to adopt monogamy, and be faithful to Georgia.
It was my “New Year, New Me” resolution which ended in a spectacular failure on New Years day afternoon when I sullied the Presidents club billiard table with Shula Mahajak’s.
That wasn’t the worst of it though; my display of shameful behaviour was demonstrated while Georgia was in my bed at home with the flu.
But as if that wasn’t low enough for me to stoop, I then went on to defile a woman of the cloth in Godalming, twice.
That was difficult even for me to come to terms with and in order to try and forget my sinful desecration of Reverend Oliver I sought solace in the arms of a stranger in numerous and prolonged dalliances in Tunis.
On my return to the UK I almost died of exposure before coming close to ruining the reputation of a well-respected doctor after she raised me from the dead, not for the first time I might add.
I then proceeded to add to the infidelity, blasphemy and general immorality I had already succumbed to when I committed a lewd act in a public place, namely when I shagged Shula in the swimming baths changing room.
This still left time before the end of the month for me to enjoy Pandora’s delicious delights, home and away so to speak.
Which was a bittersweet experience, though in truth it was incredibly sweet with the only bitterness being the prospect of it being for the final time.
But I did almost ruin her reputation into the bargain.
Despite my busy week I still managed to find the time to reacquaint myself with Victoria Braithwaite as she lay both in her bed and in her cups.
So as the month came to its close I chose to reassess.
I knew I wasn’t going to kick my philandering ways altogether, because I knew that I didn’t really want to.
But like a habitual smoker I needed to wean myself off slowly.
If I could at least keep them to a minimum then my little indiscretions would be the equivalent of nicotine patches.
As I had completely failed, by any measurement, in January, I would begin again in February.
I was going to meet Georgia on the 31st and spend my birthday with her.
As my New Year’s resolution, “New Year New Me”, didn’t work and January had turned into a total fuck fest. I decided my new clarion call would be “30 day” instead.
My thirtieth birthday was on the 1st of February so that would be my new line in the sand.
On Thursday morning I caught the train to Kiddingstone where I picked up a hire car from Clarion Cars after which I returned home and collected my overnight bag.
I then drove to the doctor’s surgery and left a front door key to my house with Olivia Adamson before continuing on to Roehampton.
Georgia had a lunchtime lecture but she had finished and was back home by the time I got to the house.
It had only been two weeks since we had last been together but that was clearly 14 days too long for Georgie because she was all over me like a rash the moment I stepped through the door.
Horny Miss Georgie of course was not; I was pleased to say, supplementing her lusty diet like I was.
So that kind of took care of the rest of the day.
When I awoke on Friday morning, it being my birthday, I was expecting some more of the same.
But Georgia was already up and showered and apart from wishing me a happy birthday with a kiss she was not giving me anything else.
I had to get a move on apparently; the day was wasting, places to go, inside her knickers not being one of them.
So I had to get up and shower, I was also ordered to shave and make myself presentable and dress smartly and still not a sniff of a birthday shag.
I did what was asked of me and made myself as agreeable as I could.
When I finished and was past fit to be seen with by Georgia, I noticed she was also well turned out in a smart two piece suit and all the trimmings, we were both done up as if we were going to a wedding.
That was an interesting though random thought.
At ten o’clock, the two of us set off in the car, although only one of us knew the destination and it wasn’t me.
I was completely in her hands, Georgia gave me directions and I drove.
It was my birthday treat which she had planned to the last detail, none of which she had told me, so I drove on following her every instruction.
With each twist and turn I tried to guess our destination as she chattered away, but in the end I gave up and decided to just enjoy the company and the scenery.
We arrived in Salisbury on a sunny and unseasonably mild day and I still wasn’t sure if that was our final destination, until
“Turn right” Georgia shouted
“What here?” I asked
“Yes” she answered
I followed her instructions and drove into the car park of the Castle View Hotel.
I was a little alarmed as it looked like a very expensive hotel and Georgia was treating me for my birthday.
“This looks nice” I said “Maybe too nice”
“Don’t be silly,” she said, “you’re worth it”
We checked in and went upstairs, Georgia had booked us into the bridal suite, another random thought crossed my mind, complete with four poster bed and a fantastic view of the Cathedral, although to be fair, as we were to find out later, there weren’t many places in Salisbury that you couldn’t see the cathedral from, however from our room it was a particularly fine view.
Not as fine as the view of Georgia pulling her drawers down and sitting on the loo.
I felt a familiar tingle in my pants as I listened to her peeing, and thought it was time to christen the four poster bed in the usual manner, but much To my regret I wasn’t given the opportunity as Georgia had booked us into the hotel restaurant for lunch, a well patronised establishment and a well deserved recipient of a Michelin star apparently.
I could have given her a few more stars than that if she was the recipient of what was brewing in my trousers.
Still it was lunchtime and I was hungry and not just for her so we head towards the restaurant, God alone knew how much it was all costing her.
After lunch we went up to the room, the food had been incredible, the desert we both agreed was better than sex,
We lay down on the four-poster bed staring up at the canopy, but we both felt too fat for a fumble so we roused ourselves and went for a walk instead.
There was a long winding path that crossed over the river, past a water mill then over the mill stream and a weir before it dissected the water meadow on its way to the town and at every turn we were blessed with a fresh view of the Cathedral bathed in the winter sunshine, so once we reached the town we just had to go in.
And it was an afternoon well spent; the Cathedral had a fabulous façade that merely hinted at its grand interior, the stained glass illuminated by the sun was breathtaking.
We spent hours inside reading every plaque and inscription and when we left I felt cleansed and refreshed.
We took the same route back across the water meadow though in the half-light it wasn’t nearly as picturesque.
By the time we got back to the hotel we were feeling a bit tired so we decided on a long soak in the bath, together of course.
“No funny business” Georgia said her round plump naked buttocks only inches from my face.
“Why’s that” I said
“That’s for later,” she said and she lowered her cute arse into the water between by legs, then she leant back against me as the hot water lapped up over her titties.
“We have a table booked for eight o’clock”
“You’re spending too much on me” I admonished her
“I’m really not” Georgia replied
“The bridal suite, Michelin starred restaurant” I corrected her
Then she giggled until her tits jiggled in the soapy water.
“My dad gave me a whole load of vouchers,” she confessed with laughter still in her voice “it hasn’t cost me anything yet”
After Georgia had washed her hair we lay in the soapy water until it started to get cold.
I watched with lustful eyes as her gorgeous body emerged from the water and she wiggled her arse in front of me as she stepped out.
I really wanted her, but she said I had to wait and I knew she was well worth that wait and my patience would be suitably rewarded, but I wanted then and again later.
I turned the hot water on and as I continued to soak. I stared appreciatively at my erection as I listened to Georgia drying her hair my mind obviously strayed towards her damp un-towelled pubes.
Becoming curious to know what she was doing when the hairdryer stopped I craned my neck so I could see her stunning reflection in the mirror as she dried herself.
This voyeurism was doing nothing to diminish my erection so I decided to get out of the bath and drying myself off before shaving, and then I cleaned my teeth and applied my aftershave.
I emerged from the bathroom just in time to see Georgia, wearing a little black dress, walking hornily through a freshly atomised cloud of perfume.
Then with the final touches applied she sat on the bed and looked at me with complete and utter, and shamelessly undisguised lust.
It was almost bordering on the perverted; I looked forward to dealing with her later.
As we walked through reception I am not ashamed to admit I felt exceeding proud to have such a beautiful girl on my arm.
Just before we entered to restaurant I turned to her and said
“I love you miss Gregory”
Georgia smiled and kissed me.
“I love you too” she responded “old man”
“Old man?” I exclaimed as I watched her walk ahead of me.
“Come on keep up granddad” she called.
We were seated in the conservatory section of the restaurant and it was a little cool so I asked the waiter to close the skylight as Georgia had goose bumps on her arms and her temperature gauges had activated.
The waiter duly obliged and then Georgia asked
“Are you staring at my nipples?”
“Of course” I replied
“Well that’s alright then” she said so I continued staring
“You didn’t bother with a bra then” I stated
“Are you complaining?” Georgia asked
“Not at all, less for me to take off later” I replied
“Don’t assume you’re getting lucky just because it’s your birthday” she said aloofly
“So what was that lustful leer you were giving me earlier?” I asked
“Indigestion” she replied
“You’ll soon change your tune once I get my hand inside your knickers” I told her
“No chance of that” she said and blushed crimson red
I put my hand on her knee and moved my hand up under her skirt and beyond her stocking top to her knickerless nonny.
I pulled one of her pubes and made her yelp.
“The last time you went out without any knickers on you were in bed for three days” I reminded her
“That’s a result I would settle for this time,” she confessed
Luckily at that moment the starters arrived and it was so delicious that my thoughts were completely distracted from Georgia’s freshly laundered and unfettered fanny.
It was only when we were sipping our coffee that the lascivious leer returned to her innocent face and a trouser tickle to my pants.
This tickle grew as I remembered that the founder of the feast seated next to me was “sans pants”.
I put my hand back on her knee and gently pulled her legs apart.
Then my hand crept along her thigh, dwelling momentarily on the lacy fringe before proceeding along the soft silkiness of her inner thigh and ultimately the luscious moist jewel of her young pussy.
Her lips were already open and very accommodating to my approaching fingers, which slipped along her slippery gash and entered her easily.
She instantly closed her legs
“Upstairs now” she ordered “sign the bill and get upstairs you dirty old man”
“Yes miss” I said feigning a tug of my forelock
My cock was ready to burst out of my trousers and I was going to leave the restaurant with a very awkward gait, which would give the appearance to the untrained eye of an old man walking.
The throbbing in my trousers was now accompanied by an ache dwelling deep in my balls.
We left the restaurant slightly less together than when we entered, I was still walking awkwardly and Georgia was walking extremely quickly but only from the knees down.
Her thighs were together and her buttocks appeared clenched.
We said goodnight to the reception staff and once out of sight Georgie charged up the stairs taking them two steps at a time.
I went off after her in similar vein and caught up with her on the first floor landing.
I pushed her up against the wall and kissed her,
Then I hitched up her dress and my hand went straight to her fluffy brown bush
“I like your new habit of not wearing any drawers,” I said
“It saves me having to yank them down around your ankles”
“I knew you’d like it you dirty old man” she said wickedly
I pushed two fingers into her tight wet cunny and rubbed her clitoris with my thumb and she let out a long breathy sigh.
She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and raised one leg off the ground,
There was the sound of voices below and in an instant she had extricated herself and was away up the stairs.
“You’ll have to catch me if you want more” she called over her shoulder.
The swelling in my trousers was not making movement any easier and Georgia had a head start on me.
But on the next flight of stairs she paused to remove her shoes and I managed to grab one of her stockinged ankles.
Georgia was giggling as she tried to wriggle free but I wasn’t letting go and as she tried to scramble up the stairs on all fours I improved my hold on her by grabbing her about the waist with my left arm.
Meanwhile my right hand returned up her dress and fingered her pussy once more and she squealed with delight as I frigged her.
After a minute of this I yanked her dress up and exposed her round white buttocks, this gave me a great view of the object of my attentions and I felt the sudden need to drink of her,
But as soon as my lips touched hers and before my tongue could taste her hot cunny juice she managed to wriggle away and I could only watch on as she scampered up the stairs.
When she reached the top stair she sat there triumphantly with the dress still rucked up around her middle.
“Come on then, birthday boy” she said taunting me by opening and closing her legs and as Georgia spread her legs wide I could see her juicy moist lips as she slipped her finger down her crack.
Then Georgia stood up holding her shoes in one hand and still fingering herself with the other, before she headed towards the bridal suite.
She was stood leaning against the door waiting for me and as I got close she took the room key card from her stocking top and opened the door.
Giggling and squealing as she did so, then she dropped her shoes and jumped onto the four-poster bed.
I rushed into the room and closed the door to find Georgia was kneeling on the bed with her back to me.
I kicked off my shoes and undid my trousers and by the time I reached the end of the bed I was naked except for my socks, which under normal circumstances I would have removed as well but my balls were fit to bust.
Georgia was kneeling at the end of the bed with her arse on full display as she gripped on to the bedpost with both hands.
She giggled as I unzipped her dress and slipped it off her shoulders so my hands could play with her beautiful titties.
“Do you have vouchers for this?” I asked as I stood there my legs trembling
“Just fuck me,” she ordered “this is your birthday treat”
“Credit then” I said as my cock slipped effortlessly into her tight cunny.
Georgia exhaled a low animal grunt as I went into her up to my balls.
My hands abandoned her titties and grasped onto her hips while she held, white knuckled, onto the bed post as she pushed down onto me as she grunted ever louder with each successive penetration.
With the length of stroke shortening her moans became more urgent, more guttural, and more animal
Until Georgia’s whole body went into spasm as she came with a sensual scream and my cock pulsed and twitched inside her.
Then we collapsed onto the bed where we lay in a panting heap
Until Georgia wriggled herself out of her dress and went down on me,
“Happy birthday to me” I said
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