I awoke early in the darkness to the sound of the Beach Boys emanating from the clock radio, I could just make out in the half light a long bony finger reaching out and silencing it.
Then I thought I don’t have a clock radio so I tried to figure out where the hell I was and who the owner of the long bony finger was.
I tried desperately to identify some point of reference in the room, the problem is that the brain processes what you can see and then fills in the blanks with things from your memory bank.
I.e. when your eyes become more accustomed to the darkness a sleeping dog on the floor becomes a dressing gown discarded the night before, or a sleeping child on the chair becomes a sweater dropped haphazardly.
I was still struggling to identify any point of reference that would identify my location but to no avail, after all I had woken up in a good many bedrooms of the years.
But just then a head emerged from beneath the duvet and Shula kissed me on the chest.
And it all came flooding back to me she had ridden me like a whirling dervish and when she collapsed on me in an orgasmic heap we must have fallen asleep.
And there she lay still draped across me sighing with contentment.
Shula looked up at me and smiled and then the penny finally dropped she gave me a shocked wide eyed look, not unlike the one when she first saw my aroused cock, as she realised that we were in her husbands bed together and his sister was in the next room.
“What do we do now?” I whispered “Will she come in?”
“No” she replied “she never does”
“You keep watch and I’ll sneak down stairs when it’s clear” I suggested
“No, wait until she goes in the shower” Shula said
“Ok” I acquiesced
Doubtless spurred by the element of danger and with its usual bad sense of timing my cock went hard, very hard.
“Not now” I thought to my self
Just then we heard Anjuli’s bedroom door open and we both held our breath.
Then another door opened.
“She’s in the bathroom” Shula said “you need to go”
I slipped out of bed and picked up my shirt and was just pulling it on over my head when I felt a moist warmth spreading slowly along my shaft until it engulfed me.
I looked down to see Shula sitting on the edge of the bed with my cock deep in her mouth
"oh Shushula you naughty little shopkeepers wife" I said to her as she went about her task with relish.
I had one hand caressing her shoulder and the other on the back of her head as I was nearing the threshold
"oh Shushu do you want me to go or do you want me to cum”
She gave me one more full length suck then looked up at me with a broad toothy smile then turned and knelt on the bed with her skinny round arse in the air.
Her tidy pussy lips clearly on display, and ready to receive with her head and shoulders under the duvet in an effort to suppress her vociferous enjoyment of what was to come.
Standing proud behind her pouting lips and poised for entry I reached across and picked up the top pillow and lay it beside her
“I think you might need that as well” I said and a skinny black arm shot out and dragged the pillow beneath the duvet.
In truth I wasn’t sure that would be enough either she was a very noisy partner which was evident as I penetrated her right up to my balls and she let out a muffled scream.
God it felt so good and all the more exciting because of the risk of being discovered.
I think she was relishing this final taste, as Omid was coming home from hospital later that day so I wouldn’t be enjoying her wares for a while and she wouldn’t be enjoying mine.
I could hear her moaning beneath the duvet as her tight pussy continued to receive me.
Shula had eagerly accepted me in her husbands bed again and again and I had left her labia a little looser than they were I first introduced myself to them.
But by all accounts Omid would not be loosening them further.
In fact it was to be the last cock Shula would get for a while because Omid played for the other team, he had only shagged her once, and that was on their wedding night to consummate the marriage, she had been satisfying herself ever since with her long bony fingers, until me, Simon Fisher writer and philander.
Shula’s hips were swinging slightly from side to side as I gave her another length and she tried to wriggle deeper under cover because she knew just how much she was enjoying my cock repeatedly spearing her.
I went into her again and she squirmed and squealed, then again, shorter and shallower this time, then again and again, bringing stifled moans this time, like low rumbles from inside the duvet,
Quicker and quicker I went, louder and louder she responded, shorter and shorter the strokes, I was on the edge, close, she was beyond it and she screamed loudly, I pushed on and on until I exploded in her.
I stood behind her with my hands resting on her hips savouring the moment, my cock still twitching inside her quivering quim as it oozed around me.
I stroked her perfect brown smooth buttocks absentmindedly committing every moment of that spine tingling encounter.
Reluctantly I withdrew from her comfortable cunny and she collapsed in a spent sighing heap, most of her still hidden beneath the covers.
I kissed the small of her back and slapped her buttock playfully.
“I need to get out of here” I said and began to get dressed she was still purring, mostly out of sight as I slipped on my shoes.
I threw back the covers and she rolled onto her back and smiled broadly at me and simultaneously spread her legs wide.
The tableaux shouted out “fuck me again”
“No time for that now Shushu” I said “not that I don’t want to as much as you do”
She just lay there looking unconvinced.
“Anjuli will be out of the shower any minute now” I entreated
“Oh god” she said “I forgot about Aunty”
The wide eyed look of panic was back on her face and she leapt out of bed
“Oh god, oh god” she repeated and paced up and down, “what can we do”
I grasped her firmly by the shoulders and looked into her eyes
“Well as gorgeous as your body is” I said appraising every inch of her “putting something on would be a start”
She looked down at her self and jumped in surprise at what she saw she grabbed her dressing gown off the back of the door and put it on and giggled.
“Now go and see where she is” I said and opened the door, Shula nodded and slipped out onto the landing and returned a moment later
“She’s still in the bathroom” she whispered
“Ok” I said “I’ll go first and you follow me down”
She nodded and I kissed her then I turned and opened the door.
I tiptoed across the landing with Shula right behind me, I had just stepped down onto the first step when the bathroom door opened, I pressed myself flat against the wall, and when I looked back towards Shula she looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights.
“I’m finished Shushu” Anjuli shouted
“Ok Aunty I’m just going to put the kettle on” she replied and then her bedroom door closed.
And we both let out long synchronised sighs.
We exchanged a relieved smile and proceeded cautiously down the stairs.
At the bottom I turned right and went through the bead curtain and she followed.
At the shop door she hugged me
“Will we ever do it again?” she asked
“Oh yes” I said
“Really?” Shula asked and looked straight at me
I kissed her and slipped a hand inside her dressing gown to cup her breast.
“Do you think I wouldn’t want to play with these again” I said squeezing her titty
She murmured
Then my hand descended quickly brushed through the coarse hairs of her bush and slid my finger down her crease.
“And this?” I added and she moaned softly as I removed my finger from between her lips she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck.
And after a kiss she opened the door and let me slip out into the darkness of another Monday morning.
I had something of a lazy day after that to be honest, I had intended to play golf with the ladies but changed my mind on account of the weather, of which there was a considerable amount that day, most of which was bad, but I did decide to go over to the club for lunch.
Just as I was leaving the telephone rang and I was in two minds whether or not to answer it.
In the end good manners prevailed and I picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Ah Simon” the voice said with some relief, it was Georgia’s dad Geoff.
“I’ve been trying to catch you”
“Is everything ok?” I asked with concern
“Yes, yes” he replied “I just wanted to thank you”
“Thank me?” I said “for what”
“Convincing Georgia to call home” Geoff said surprised by my question
“She didn’t really need much convincing” I said
“Nonsense” he continued his voice cracking “we will never forget what you did”
And then he hung up.
Quite peculiar I thought Geoff phoning me up to thank me like that when all I did was comfort her, listen to her and then shag her arse off for two days.
This was on my mind as I took a turn around the village to work up an appetite before lunch.
First I walked town to Mahajak’s to buy a newspaper and flirt with the lovely Shula perhaps still moist from this mornings interlewd.
But alas she was absent and I was surprised to see Maisie in the shop on her own.
“Hello Maisie” I said surprised
“Hi Simon” she replied brightly
“What are you doing here during the day?” I asked
“Shula and Anjuli have gone to get Omid so they asked me to run the shop for the day” she replied proudly
“Good for you” I said as I paid for my paper “I’m proud of you”
And I kissed her forehead.
On my way back towards the club I bumped into the vicar, Katy Oliver, who I was pleased to see was looking much more like her old self and seemed to have fully recovered from what ever malady had afflicted her.
Katy was on very good form and managed to rope me into playing Santa at the village school bazaar without my even realising what I had agreed to in fact I think I volunteered.
Gerald Overend was normally Santa but since his sad demise it had prove difficult to replace him.
I also “volunteered” for something called “Roving Angels”
I had no idea what it was but there was training in the Church hall on Thursday night.
I walked into the golf club and immediately saw Pandora and the girls in our customary corner.
During the course of our lunch Pandora asked if I was interested in a St Andrews golf day.
Was I ever, I had always wanted to play The Royal and Ancient.
“When?” I asked
“This Friday” Pandora replied
“That soon?” I said “when do we leave?”
“We will have to leave Bushy Down by 7 o’clock” Judith replied
“That will give us time to have a hearty brekka before we tee off at 10 o’clock” Victoria chipped in
I was a little confused, Scotland was more than a three hour drive away, had I missed something? And then the penny dropped, Friday was St Andrews day.
“So where are we going exactly”? I asked
“High Wycombe” Judith stated
Once I realized that a St Andrews golf day actually meant a St Andrews Day Golf game, we got down to the finer details of the trip.
That evening I Skyped Georgia, since the crisis we had agreed to Skype at least every other day so as to ovoid a repeat of the SOS call.
I must admit that I found myself looking forward to them every bit as much as she appeared to, even though they left me burdened with guilt.
Guilt that I craved the contact with Georgia yet could not overcome my desire of other women, more guilty perhaps because I didn’t really want to.
On Tuesday I concentrated on my writing, and spent the whole day and most of the evening at my computer.
By the end of the day I was very pleased with the results, it wasn’t high literature but it paid the bills.
Having locked myself away from the sinful world for the whole of Tuesday and much of Wednesday it was something of a treat to get out of the house, and when I emerged from my home on Wednesday afternoon I was greeted by a much brighter day than the one I closed the door on two days earlier.
I called in at Mahajak’s on the way to the station on the pretext of buying a newspaper but really to flirt with the lovely Shula but instead of a coy knowing smile when she looked at me there was sadness in her eyes.
When she held out my change I took hold of her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze and in response she wrapped her long fingers around mine.
“Are you ok?” I asked
“Very well thank you Mr. Fisher” she answered and her expression changed and there was a hint of the smile that generally played about her lips.
As I left the shop and proceeded to the station I hoped the change to Shula’s demeanour was merely due to her having tasted the forbidden fruit and being unhappy now she was returned to her usual rations, because one of the alternatives could be that her infidelity had been discovered.
Another of course could be borne of the frustration of not knowing when she might sample my fruit again.
Once I had disembarked in Kiddingstone I took the first cab on
The rank and we quickly headed towards the Sound Bite Studio.
When we pulled up outside I was still not at all impressed with the drab and dingy premises.
I paid the cab driver and walked towards the unimpressive front entrance.
I pushed the buzzer on the intercom and in response the speaker crackled and a tinny voice said
“Yes?”
“Simon Fisher to see Tilly” I shouted at the wall
“Come up” the voice said and the lock buzzed
Gloria’s manner hadn’t improved since my last visit, I thought as I went up the stairs.
I was still struck by the almost lavish interior with everything trimmed with shinny chrome and bright lights everywhere illuminating all the hi-tech equipment, it really was such a stark contrast to the outside.
“You can go straight through” Gloria said as she packed away her laptop, her enormous tits, rather too big for my taste, were hindering rather than helping her efforts.
As I left reception I glanced at my watch and thought she finished early.
When I reached Marcus Crossfield’s office he was stood by the hat stand putting his coat on, he paused briefly and gave me a wave, I waved back and continued down the corridor.
When I reached the door to Tilly’s office/studio I knocked on the frame.
“Come in, it’s open” a voice called
I turned the handle and pushed on the door Tilly was stood among her computers and mixing desks clearly dressed for the evening.
She was wearing her shoulder length brunette hair down so it danced around her nape as she walked to greet me, in a knee length emerald green dress that hugged her figure, well what figure she had.
Tilly was a tall girl; stick thin, with no visible bust line at all, though her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric.
She had no hips to speak of and an arse like a boy, nice legs though clad in black.
Her shoes were also green to match her dress and because of her height they had low heels, and I hadn’t noticed before but she had very big feet for a girl.
Tilly smiled as she approached and I held out a hand but she went straight into the double air kiss.
“Wow you look fabulous” I said “are you going out?”
“Oh this” she said dismissively “this is for later”
It must have been a hot date because she’d scrubbed up very well and had been very liberal with the perfume which was very pleasant.
“Come and sit and I’ll show you have clever I am” she said smugly
I followed her instruction and sat next to her.
“The first one you will hear is the original and then I will play the same passage but the enhance version” she said adding “Ok” to make sure I understood.
When she had played both versions I just sat open mouthed in a stunned silence for about a minute.
“That is just amazing” I said shocked at just how good it was the clarity of his voice was truly amazing.
“I told you that you could trust me” Tilly said smiling
I had been a little uneasy about handing over the tapes to a complete stranger, but she had convinced me that I could trust her and I took a gamble but I only gave her a small quantity of the originals.
I fumbled in my bag and said
“You’d better have these then” and handed over the remainder of the tapes.
“Now let me hear more” I said “you little genius you”
“Is that all of them now?” she queried
“Yes” I replied
“So you trust me?” Tilly asked
“It wasn’t that I didn’t trust you, I just didn’t know what you were capable of” I replied “But yes totally”
“That’s good to hear” she said “now hang on to your hat”
An hour and a half later when Tilly had elaborated to me all the methods she’d employed in achieving the quite frankly staggering results I had listened to.
And I think all the time she was demonstrating her cleverness she was flirting with me.
So after we had covered all the technical stuff she’d done so far she detailed rough time scales for the remaining tapes,
“its impossible to predict exactly how long it will take until I’ve examined them, the length of the recording, the quality of the media, and the type of device it was recorded on all has a bearing on time scales” she explained as we drank coffee.
“Well I do believe you are in danger of sounding like you know what you’re talking about Miss Bushe” I said pompously
“In fact I would like to put on record that Miss O..”
“Don’t say it” she interrupted
“What I was only going to say O...” I continued
“Don’t you dare” she interrupted again “or else”
She had a cross look on her face but her eyes were laughing so I said it as she had me by the lapels.
“Ophelia Bushe”
“Oh go on them, seeing as you asked so nicely” She said and kissed me quite forcefully pushing me back in the chair and invaded my mouth with her tongue.
“What about your plans?” I asked between kisses
“This was my plan” she replied and stuck her tongue back in my mouth.
This was not how I envisaged the meeting going and I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to proceed in this new direction.
She had pushed my chair back against a rack of equipment.
“She’s not your type” a voice in my head said
“Who are you trying to kid, she’s breathing isn’t she?” I answered myself and returned her kiss with interest.
She climbed onto my lap and now she had me trapped, so I did the noble thing and resisted no more and decided to adopt a more hands on approach and got one hand on her braless meagre tit and the other on her surprisingly tender bum cheek.
On its way to her arse it surveyed the landscape and found the dress was seamless.
As my other hand toyed with her seriously aroused nipple I thought even a skinny Minnie like Tilly couldn’t pull on a garment like this on over her head, so how the hell do I get into it.
And as if she had received my question telepathically she sat up right on my lap and reached down to the hem and unzipped about 12” of it along the side seem giving the appearance of a slit.
As she resumed her previous position I thought I was sure that zip would go a lot high that that.
Once we had settled back down to the comfortable kissing we had been indulging in my hand left her nipple and travelled to her knee, which if I was not mistaken trebled slightly beneath my touch.
I slid my palm from her knee along the top of her thigh exposed by the open zip and passed it as my wrist reached the top of the slit it moved another inch.
I withdrew my hand and found the zip with my fingers and moved it slowly upward higher and higher and higher until it came to a stop just below her armpit.
I could see a shard of pink flesh stretching from her stocking top to her ribcage.
I was in a quandary then, I had ease of access to her breasts and her Minge and pondered briefly whether to go for the appetisers that were her tiny titties or go straight for the main course which would serve both our appetites.
In the end I thought I was going to get the house special anyway so it would be churlish not to have the starters.
So from the end of the zip my hand disappeared inside the gape and settled on her naked flesh, she adjusted her position slightly as my hand found her soft little tit surmounted by needle sharp nipples, they were supersensitive because she gave a little snort and winced at my playful touch.
I quickly tired of these morsels and my hand descended sharply to her bush, and what a bush it was, it was so thick and curly that it momentarily distracted me from my purpose, her pussy.
She had stopped kissing my now and sat eyes shut mouth open
With her forehead resting against mine.
In anticipation of my arrival Tilly had swung one leg as close to me as possible and crooked it like she was sitting side saddle on a horse and the other she stretched out and braced her foot against the neighbouring desk.
Reluctantly leaving her glorious bush my fingers slipped creamily between her lips, her face distorted and she growled in my face.
I stroked her gash again with the same result, and then I repeated it once more before I plunged two fingers inside her hole and she was like a purring lion.
“Oh simony” she uttered as I frigged her creamy cunny until she came.
Tilly jumped up from my lap and immediately extricated my now throbbing cock from my jeans and then yanked the denim down to my ankles and off over my feet
“What about the staff?” I asked “wont they hear?”
“They’ve all gone home” she replied
She deftly discarded the remnants of her dress.
“You sent them home early?” I queried as I looked at the hairiest beaver I had ever seen, it formed a huge triangle occupying the whole of her pelvic region thankfully not extending down her thighs
“No we work 7 till 3” she replied climbing on top of me and sliding her hot pussy down my shaft.
Once I was plugged in to her the acoustic harmonies coming out of her were something else as she rose and fell on me.
Her long stockinged legs were wrapped around the chair with her big flipper feet hooked behind the legs and she was gripping the equipment racks behind me and banging down on me like a jack hammer
All I could do was hang on to her little boyish arse and add to the cacophony with my own moaning until that moment when in almost operatic tones she noisily came and milked every drop from me.
As I sat in the chair beneath her I thought I would definitely like to reprise that performance.
“Now you know what I’m capable of” she said panting and sliding her wet cunt off my wilting cock.
Tilly gave me a kiss and stood up and as she stood in front of me I couldn’t take my eyes off her beaver
“You’re bush is magnificent” I said awestruck
She looked down at the hairy beast and said
“I have to maintain a hairy beaver otherwise you wouldn’t know which way I was facing” and she laughed so hard her tiny little tits jiggled and I joined in as I reached out and held her hand.
When she stopped laughing and her tits stopped dancing she asked
“Do you want a drink?”
“Yes I’d love one” I replied
“Good” Tilly said “Let’s go to my flat”
“Ok” I said and started putting my trousers on
“You don’t need your clothes” she said wearing only her stockings and shoes and Tilly pressed a button and a hidden door sprang open.
She disappeared through the opening and I quickly re-trousered myself and followed.
When I arrived the other side it was very luxurious.
“Wow” I said “Marcus must think a lot of you to let you stay here”
She had kicked off her shoes and slipped on a robe and was just coming from the kitchen with a glass of wine in each hand
“Ah I may well have misled you about that” she confessed “It’s my company, Marcus works for me”
“Really?” I asked wondering why she would employ someone as sleazy as Marcus
“Marcus is a good business man, don’t be fooled by the used car salesman look, he’s good” she said
“He handles the day to day, the marketing, the networking and lets me get on with doing what I love doing”
“So his “Mr Car Boot Sale” act?” I wondered
“Is just a front” she confirmed
“Much like Gloria” I suggested
“Ah Gloria, I know she’s a rubbish receptionist but she’s family” she said and when she saw my expression she laughed
“Do you really think I would keep her on just because she’s family?” Tilly asked “I’m not a business woman, but I’m not stupid”
“She’s not all tits and bad attitude” She added “Gloria designed the website, and maintains the blog, she writes all my beta test reports, she is like an iceberg, there is more to her than meets the eye”
“So why is she on reception?” I asked
“We can’t afford another full time member of staff” she replied “yet”
We sat drinking wine in her luxury apartment
“Are all the staff either family or friends?” I asked
“Pretty much” she replied “I like having people around me that I know and trust”
“My work is my life” Tilly told me “for now anyway I enjoy my own company, and I’m not really a sexual being”
“I can’t say I noticed that” I pointed out
“Well every now and then I get an itch that I need someone else to scratch” she confided
“And the rest of the time”? I asked
“The rest of the time I do my own scratching”
After another glass or two of wine she elaborated
“When I first met you I knew instantly that you were a man who wouldn’t be looking for ties and I found that very attractive”
I wasn’t sure if I should be flattered or not, I thought not in the end
“I’m not looking for a life partner, just a friend with benefits”
“Oh”
She drained her wine glass and taking me by the hand she said
“Now I think I would like another go with your scratcher”
Wednesday 5 December 2012
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 39) SOS I Love You
It was early Sunday afternoon when I awoke; Andrea was still asleep in bed beside me.
I leant over and kissed her neck and as she stirred I cuddled up behind her.
I must have dozed off again pressed up close behind her and when I woke again her shoulders were shaking,
“Are you crying” I asked
“Yes” she sobbed
“Why?” I asked “what’s wrong?”
“We did a terrible thing” she replied
“It’s was a sin”
“Didn’t it make you feel good?” I asked
“Yes of course it did” she snapped “that just makes it all the more sinful”
“We did something we’d wanted to do for 15 years” I pointed out “it’s not like we rushed into it blindly”
“I know but I still feel guilty” Andrea said “I always feel guilty, whenever I fall from grace I feel like this”
Then almost as an after thought she continued
“Not that I do it often, I’m not a tart”
“I never thought for a moment you were” I reassured and thought for a minute before I continued
“You have spent your whole life denying yourself, a life spent helping others, putting others first, do you really think God would punish you, a good person, a godly person, for once in a while, doing something that makes your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head”
Then I went on
“If for no other reason than to prove you are still alive”
She just lay there silently but grasped my hand in hers and putting it to her lips she kissed it.
And we drifted off to asleep again in that position.
I’m not sure how long I’d slept but when I awoke I was surprised and delighted to find Andrea was playing with my cock with one hand while the other one frigged her pussy.
“Mmmmm” she sighed as I kissed her neck and my hand crept up and fondled her breast, she wasn’t enormously well endowed but her nipples were huge and stiff, and as fat as my little finger.
Her areolas were incredibly sensitive and she squirmed and fidgeted as I toyed.
Her fingers were still busily employed between her lips as my hand moved down her belly to replace them with my own.
“Mmmmm” she acquiesced as my fingers crept closer and closer, arriving first at the thick tangle of pubic hair, a brief pause and then they were awash in her hot juice, slipping and sliding between her lips and I thought my little fallen angel had not toiled in vain by anyone’s standards her pussy was incredibly wet.
Her hand was still on my cock as her head craned back towards me so her animal moans filled the room as I frigged her until she came.
Her other hand with fingers still moist from her frigging reached between her legs and grabbed my cock from its partner and thrust it roughly into her hot cunny.
Once I was well inside her pussy she gripped the headboard with one hand to brace herself so she could thrust down onto my advance as I banged into her over and over, she was moaning then through gritted teeth until she went rigid and screamed as I shot until I was dry.
“Mmmmm” Andrea murmured as she relaxed in my arms, and there we lay, at peace in the after glow, me still inside her, until we went to sleep again.
When we eventually emerged from my bed we went downstairs and I cooked us a fried breakfast, I called it breakfast because I didn’t know what to call a fry up at 4 in the afternoon.
Whatever the proper name was we devoured it heartily.
After our repast and as we had completely slept through the Sunday service and sinned our way through matins we thought we should at least make a concerted effort to attend the evening service.
So Andrea went up to have a bath while I cleared up in the kitchen.
As Andrea was soaking in the tub I did for a moment at least entertain the thought that I might join her there but in the end I jumped in the shower.
I was sitting downstairs in the lounge wearing my Sunday best when Andrea walked in wearing her best “Sunday go to Meeting” outfit and she looked lovely.
“What do you think” she asked “Do I look suitably chaste like a Christian Missionary or like a fallen woman with a satisfied look on her face?”
“Oh I think you look like a Christian Missionary with a satisfied look on her face” I replied
“That will suffice then” she said with a smile
I had never attended the Sunday Evening service at St Lucy’s so I wasn’t sure what to expect but when we walked in there was a surprisingly large congregation.
I rather enjoyed it; there was no sermonizing it was all songs and psalms.
Reverend Oliver asked Andrea if she would do a reading and a brief talk about her Missionary work and at the end of the service the collection plate was pledged to the Mission.
Once we got home, Andrea having reconnected with God at St Lucy’s, reconnected with me in my bed.
The next morning we rose early, well I always rose early and I gave Andrea the benefit of it before she got up for a shower.
The reason for the early start was that the redoubtable Ms Goodman was collecting her in the Morris Minor at 8 o’clock and whisking her away.
Andrea was only in the UK until December and she had a fairly hectic schedule taking her all round the country giving talks to raise awareness and hopefully some much needed funds.
I for my part had found one charitable recipient for the royalties from the Overend project.
And should that fall flat then I would pay from my own pocket.
One thing Andrea said to me was that I should give more of my self and she gave me a look that said “you give too much of that already”
“If everyone gave one hour a week, what I change could be made to the world”
I wasn’t sure what difference I could make but since Gerald Overend’s death and his wife’s long absence from the village I had temporarily stepped in to fill the breech, as a result I have found myself involved in more and more events and activities and I was really enjoying it.
And furthermore I did freely and without precondition, I certainly wasn’t going to redeem myself in the eyes of God no matter what I did but that was no reason not to something.
I reflected upon the weekends events as I soaked in the bath and despite my having notched up yet another betrayal I felt very pleased with myself.
By 10 am I was on the first tee with my usual partners in crime, Victoria, Judith and Pandora and we spent a pleasant day, in congenial company trying to beat the common enemy, the golf course.
At the nineteenth hole the evidence of our score cards told that on that day we all came out on top.
We were in high spirits as we sat in the bar celebrating our days work, all the while knowing that on another day we would be drowning our sorrows.
I was on my third drink when my phone rang I wrestled it from my pocket and accepted the call.
“Hello?” I said
“It that Simon?” a female voice asked
“Yes, Simon Fisher here” I said rather pompously
“Hi Simon, its Tilly” she said
“Oh hi” I said rather feebly
“Listen I have made some progress on the recordings, do you want to come in and see what a genius I am?” she asked
“Yes I’d love to” I replied “I don’t often get the opportunity to spend time with a genius” I was looking at my companions who all made very un-lady like gestures at me,
“That’s great” she said “how about tomorrow afternoon, lets say 3 o’clock?”
“Perfect” I said “I look forward to seeing you then”
I disconnected and returned my attentions to my companions who were all mimicking me in conversation.
“True geniuses” I said
The next afternoon I was on my way to the station so I made my obligatory visit to Mahajak’s but Shula was nowhere to be seen and there was only Anjuli in the shop and she was talking on the phone.
So I paid for my paper and left the shop.
Just as I was entering the station I spotted Geoff Gregory coming the other way.
“Hi Geoff” I called
“Hello Simon” he said a little distracted
“Is everything ok?” I asked I could tell he was not so I added
“Have you got time for a coffee?”
We sat at a table with our paper cups of over priced coffee and he said
“I’m worried about Georgia”
“Georgie?” I said surprised “Why?”
“She’s cut her self off from us” he said with real concern
“Is it drugs?”
Then he put his cup to his lip but without drinking he continued
“Do you think its drugs?”
Still he didn’t drink
“I think its drugs”
He took a sip this time and pulled a face before lowering the cup and pushing it away form him.
“Of course she’s not on drugs” I assured him “she’s to sensible for that”
I looked at him earnestly
“You and Laura have raised her well”
He didn’t look reassured
“She just needs to focus for the next few weeks and then she’s over the summit”
“We miss her” he said “I miss her”
“l caught Laura crying again this morning” he added
“I miss her too” I said truthfully
I think he was in a slightly better frame of mind when I left him and so was I.
As luck would have it a train pulled in just as I walked through the barrier, I got in the nearest carriage and made myself comfortable, Just as the train was leaving the platform my phone bleated at me informing me that I had a text.
I fished it out of my pocket and I saw it was from Georgie.
I selected read message immediately and it said
“SOS I miss you”
It threw me into a panic, I had just spent 20 minutes reassuring Geoff everything was ok and then I get a text to say that it was clearly not.
After a few moments I replied
“I’m on my way”
Once I’d arrived in Kiddingstone I bought another ticket and waited for the train that would set me on the journey that would eventually lead to Roehampton.
While I waited on the platform I phoned Sound Bite
“Sound Bite Studio” the tinny disinterested voice said
“Hi, can I speak with Tilly please?” I asked
“Name?” she demanded
“Simon Fisher” I replied
Then without warning the line suddenly went dead.
Then a moment later
“Hi Simon” Tilly said cheerfully
“Tilly? I’m so sorry but I can’t make it today” I said “a family emergency, can we reschedule?”
“Yes of course” she said “I’m sorry to hear you can’t make it, nothing serious I hope”
“No nothing serious” I confirmed
“It will have to be the end of next week” Tilly explained “I have to fly to Frankfurt tomorrow night”
“How about next Wednesday then” I suggested stepping aboard the train.
“Fine I’ll see you then, bye”
When I reached Roehampton station I hailed a cab and headed to Georgia’s digs.
After paying my fare I walked up to the front door and rang the bell.
The door was opened by one of the housemates, Alison.
“Hi Ali” I said
“Hello Simon” she replied “Go straight up, She’s in her room”
I made my way up the stairs and went straight to Georgia’s door and knocked twice.
“Come in” she called and I opened the door.
And when I looked in I saw Georgia wearing the lovely yellow summer dress she had worn on that hot day in May when I first made love to her, and being the kind of man I am I immediately wondered if she was wearing the bra and knickers from that day as well.
“Hello gorgeous” I said and smiled
“Oh Simon” she said and threw herself into my arms.
“I’m so sorry Simon” she said and started to cry “but I missed you”
“Don’t cry hon” I said, but it didn’t help
She was sobbing hard on my shoulder and I could feel her tears soaking my shirt.
I felt rather useless and just held her to me and made encouraging noises.
Eventually she calmed down enough so she could explain what was wrong.
“The work is going really well” she said and forced a smile
“And I’m really confident that I’m ahead of the curve”
Then she started to cry again
“I’m sorry Simon, but I just miss everyone so much, I miss talking to mum”
“Then why didn’t you call her?” I said
“Because it was my idea” she replied “and everyone is sticking to it without a problem”
“Everyone else is missing you like crazy” I said and I told her about meeting Geoff that day and about him catching her mum crying.
And she burst into tears again.
Georgia had been in turmoil, she had wanted to call but was afraid of breaking our agreement, afraid of being a quitter when it was her idea.
She wanted to be strong and independent.
When I had calmed her down I persuaded her to phone her mum and dad, persevering with the isolation was just making her unhappy.
If keeping focused on her studies was paramount she could still stay in Roehampton until Christmas but she needed to phone Geoff and Laura regularly.
Georgie dialled the number and waited
“Hi mum it’s Georgie” and then the tears flowed unrestrained
After the phone call Georgia looked across at me with a smile on her tear stained face.
“I love you” she said and walked over to me and kissed me
“I love you too” I responded and kissed her back.
“So why are you wearing the yellow summer dress in November?” I asked “why do you even have it with you?”
She hugged me tightly and hid her face from me.
“I have it with me because it reminds me of that day” she said “and I wear it when I’m lonely”
We stood there holding each other for about five minutes when she finally broke the silence.
“The answer is yes, I am”
“What was the question?” I asked puzzled
“Is she wearing the yellow panties” Georgie answered
“Then lets make some more memories” I suggested
“Yes” she said looking at me coyly.
“You’re so beautiful Georgia”
I breathed in her intoxicating perfume as it enveloped me and I kissed her.
She immediately responded pressing her mouth hard against mine and darting her tongue in my mouth.
Her arms were still wrapped around me, holding me so tight.
My hand moved from the small of her back up to between her shoulder blades and slowly unzipped her dress.
Still kissing me she released her grip on me and stepped backwards to allow the front of her cotton dress to fall forwards exposing her breasts.
I cupped one of her titties in my hand relishing the weight of it and she sighed, then as I toyed with her stiffening nipple between my thumb and forefinger she snorted air in deeply through her nose.
I disengaged my mouth from hers and she immediately tried to reattach but I broke away again as I had other plans for my mouth and I started to kiss my way down to her nipple which I instantly consumed, Georgia was trembling as I sucked her teat just like she did that first time.
All the while tugging at the folds of cottons and dragging the cloth over her hips and leaving that special dress in a heap around her ankles.
Now with Georgia wearing only those sexy yellow panties I stood up and she began undressing me and when she had finished I carried her to her bed and we made love like it was the first time having removed her from the yellow dress and underwear from the day of her desecration and we fell asleep in each others arms.
It was a funny day beginning when I awoke with Andrea in my bed and ended with me falling asleep with Georgia in hers, such was the complicated web I had woven.
I leant over and kissed her neck and as she stirred I cuddled up behind her.
I must have dozed off again pressed up close behind her and when I woke again her shoulders were shaking,
“Are you crying” I asked
“Yes” she sobbed
“Why?” I asked “what’s wrong?”
“We did a terrible thing” she replied
“It’s was a sin”
“Didn’t it make you feel good?” I asked
“Yes of course it did” she snapped “that just makes it all the more sinful”
“We did something we’d wanted to do for 15 years” I pointed out “it’s not like we rushed into it blindly”
“I know but I still feel guilty” Andrea said “I always feel guilty, whenever I fall from grace I feel like this”
Then almost as an after thought she continued
“Not that I do it often, I’m not a tart”
“I never thought for a moment you were” I reassured and thought for a minute before I continued
“You have spent your whole life denying yourself, a life spent helping others, putting others first, do you really think God would punish you, a good person, a godly person, for once in a while, doing something that makes your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head”
Then I went on
“If for no other reason than to prove you are still alive”
She just lay there silently but grasped my hand in hers and putting it to her lips she kissed it.
And we drifted off to asleep again in that position.
I’m not sure how long I’d slept but when I awoke I was surprised and delighted to find Andrea was playing with my cock with one hand while the other one frigged her pussy.
“Mmmmm” she sighed as I kissed her neck and my hand crept up and fondled her breast, she wasn’t enormously well endowed but her nipples were huge and stiff, and as fat as my little finger.
Her areolas were incredibly sensitive and she squirmed and fidgeted as I toyed.
Her fingers were still busily employed between her lips as my hand moved down her belly to replace them with my own.
“Mmmmm” she acquiesced as my fingers crept closer and closer, arriving first at the thick tangle of pubic hair, a brief pause and then they were awash in her hot juice, slipping and sliding between her lips and I thought my little fallen angel had not toiled in vain by anyone’s standards her pussy was incredibly wet.
Her hand was still on my cock as her head craned back towards me so her animal moans filled the room as I frigged her until she came.
Her other hand with fingers still moist from her frigging reached between her legs and grabbed my cock from its partner and thrust it roughly into her hot cunny.
Once I was well inside her pussy she gripped the headboard with one hand to brace herself so she could thrust down onto my advance as I banged into her over and over, she was moaning then through gritted teeth until she went rigid and screamed as I shot until I was dry.
“Mmmmm” Andrea murmured as she relaxed in my arms, and there we lay, at peace in the after glow, me still inside her, until we went to sleep again.
When we eventually emerged from my bed we went downstairs and I cooked us a fried breakfast, I called it breakfast because I didn’t know what to call a fry up at 4 in the afternoon.
Whatever the proper name was we devoured it heartily.
After our repast and as we had completely slept through the Sunday service and sinned our way through matins we thought we should at least make a concerted effort to attend the evening service.
So Andrea went up to have a bath while I cleared up in the kitchen.
As Andrea was soaking in the tub I did for a moment at least entertain the thought that I might join her there but in the end I jumped in the shower.
I was sitting downstairs in the lounge wearing my Sunday best when Andrea walked in wearing her best “Sunday go to Meeting” outfit and she looked lovely.
“What do you think” she asked “Do I look suitably chaste like a Christian Missionary or like a fallen woman with a satisfied look on her face?”
“Oh I think you look like a Christian Missionary with a satisfied look on her face” I replied
“That will suffice then” she said with a smile
I had never attended the Sunday Evening service at St Lucy’s so I wasn’t sure what to expect but when we walked in there was a surprisingly large congregation.
I rather enjoyed it; there was no sermonizing it was all songs and psalms.
Reverend Oliver asked Andrea if she would do a reading and a brief talk about her Missionary work and at the end of the service the collection plate was pledged to the Mission.
Once we got home, Andrea having reconnected with God at St Lucy’s, reconnected with me in my bed.
The next morning we rose early, well I always rose early and I gave Andrea the benefit of it before she got up for a shower.
The reason for the early start was that the redoubtable Ms Goodman was collecting her in the Morris Minor at 8 o’clock and whisking her away.
Andrea was only in the UK until December and she had a fairly hectic schedule taking her all round the country giving talks to raise awareness and hopefully some much needed funds.
I for my part had found one charitable recipient for the royalties from the Overend project.
And should that fall flat then I would pay from my own pocket.
One thing Andrea said to me was that I should give more of my self and she gave me a look that said “you give too much of that already”
“If everyone gave one hour a week, what I change could be made to the world”
I wasn’t sure what difference I could make but since Gerald Overend’s death and his wife’s long absence from the village I had temporarily stepped in to fill the breech, as a result I have found myself involved in more and more events and activities and I was really enjoying it.
And furthermore I did freely and without precondition, I certainly wasn’t going to redeem myself in the eyes of God no matter what I did but that was no reason not to something.
I reflected upon the weekends events as I soaked in the bath and despite my having notched up yet another betrayal I felt very pleased with myself.
By 10 am I was on the first tee with my usual partners in crime, Victoria, Judith and Pandora and we spent a pleasant day, in congenial company trying to beat the common enemy, the golf course.
At the nineteenth hole the evidence of our score cards told that on that day we all came out on top.
We were in high spirits as we sat in the bar celebrating our days work, all the while knowing that on another day we would be drowning our sorrows.
I was on my third drink when my phone rang I wrestled it from my pocket and accepted the call.
“Hello?” I said
“It that Simon?” a female voice asked
“Yes, Simon Fisher here” I said rather pompously
“Hi Simon, its Tilly” she said
“Oh hi” I said rather feebly
“Listen I have made some progress on the recordings, do you want to come in and see what a genius I am?” she asked
“Yes I’d love to” I replied “I don’t often get the opportunity to spend time with a genius” I was looking at my companions who all made very un-lady like gestures at me,
“That’s great” she said “how about tomorrow afternoon, lets say 3 o’clock?”
“Perfect” I said “I look forward to seeing you then”
I disconnected and returned my attentions to my companions who were all mimicking me in conversation.
“True geniuses” I said
The next afternoon I was on my way to the station so I made my obligatory visit to Mahajak’s but Shula was nowhere to be seen and there was only Anjuli in the shop and she was talking on the phone.
So I paid for my paper and left the shop.
Just as I was entering the station I spotted Geoff Gregory coming the other way.
“Hi Geoff” I called
“Hello Simon” he said a little distracted
“Is everything ok?” I asked I could tell he was not so I added
“Have you got time for a coffee?”
We sat at a table with our paper cups of over priced coffee and he said
“I’m worried about Georgia”
“Georgie?” I said surprised “Why?”
“She’s cut her self off from us” he said with real concern
“Is it drugs?”
Then he put his cup to his lip but without drinking he continued
“Do you think its drugs?”
Still he didn’t drink
“I think its drugs”
He took a sip this time and pulled a face before lowering the cup and pushing it away form him.
“Of course she’s not on drugs” I assured him “she’s to sensible for that”
I looked at him earnestly
“You and Laura have raised her well”
He didn’t look reassured
“She just needs to focus for the next few weeks and then she’s over the summit”
“We miss her” he said “I miss her”
“l caught Laura crying again this morning” he added
“I miss her too” I said truthfully
I think he was in a slightly better frame of mind when I left him and so was I.
As luck would have it a train pulled in just as I walked through the barrier, I got in the nearest carriage and made myself comfortable, Just as the train was leaving the platform my phone bleated at me informing me that I had a text.
I fished it out of my pocket and I saw it was from Georgie.
I selected read message immediately and it said
“SOS I miss you”
It threw me into a panic, I had just spent 20 minutes reassuring Geoff everything was ok and then I get a text to say that it was clearly not.
After a few moments I replied
“I’m on my way”
Once I’d arrived in Kiddingstone I bought another ticket and waited for the train that would set me on the journey that would eventually lead to Roehampton.
While I waited on the platform I phoned Sound Bite
“Sound Bite Studio” the tinny disinterested voice said
“Hi, can I speak with Tilly please?” I asked
“Name?” she demanded
“Simon Fisher” I replied
Then without warning the line suddenly went dead.
Then a moment later
“Hi Simon” Tilly said cheerfully
“Tilly? I’m so sorry but I can’t make it today” I said “a family emergency, can we reschedule?”
“Yes of course” she said “I’m sorry to hear you can’t make it, nothing serious I hope”
“No nothing serious” I confirmed
“It will have to be the end of next week” Tilly explained “I have to fly to Frankfurt tomorrow night”
“How about next Wednesday then” I suggested stepping aboard the train.
“Fine I’ll see you then, bye”
When I reached Roehampton station I hailed a cab and headed to Georgia’s digs.
After paying my fare I walked up to the front door and rang the bell.
The door was opened by one of the housemates, Alison.
“Hi Ali” I said
“Hello Simon” she replied “Go straight up, She’s in her room”
I made my way up the stairs and went straight to Georgia’s door and knocked twice.
“Come in” she called and I opened the door.
And when I looked in I saw Georgia wearing the lovely yellow summer dress she had worn on that hot day in May when I first made love to her, and being the kind of man I am I immediately wondered if she was wearing the bra and knickers from that day as well.
“Hello gorgeous” I said and smiled
“Oh Simon” she said and threw herself into my arms.
“I’m so sorry Simon” she said and started to cry “but I missed you”
“Don’t cry hon” I said, but it didn’t help
She was sobbing hard on my shoulder and I could feel her tears soaking my shirt.
I felt rather useless and just held her to me and made encouraging noises.
Eventually she calmed down enough so she could explain what was wrong.
“The work is going really well” she said and forced a smile
“And I’m really confident that I’m ahead of the curve”
Then she started to cry again
“I’m sorry Simon, but I just miss everyone so much, I miss talking to mum”
“Then why didn’t you call her?” I said
“Because it was my idea” she replied “and everyone is sticking to it without a problem”
“Everyone else is missing you like crazy” I said and I told her about meeting Geoff that day and about him catching her mum crying.
And she burst into tears again.
Georgia had been in turmoil, she had wanted to call but was afraid of breaking our agreement, afraid of being a quitter when it was her idea.
She wanted to be strong and independent.
When I had calmed her down I persuaded her to phone her mum and dad, persevering with the isolation was just making her unhappy.
If keeping focused on her studies was paramount she could still stay in Roehampton until Christmas but she needed to phone Geoff and Laura regularly.
Georgie dialled the number and waited
“Hi mum it’s Georgie” and then the tears flowed unrestrained
After the phone call Georgia looked across at me with a smile on her tear stained face.
“I love you” she said and walked over to me and kissed me
“I love you too” I responded and kissed her back.
“So why are you wearing the yellow summer dress in November?” I asked “why do you even have it with you?”
She hugged me tightly and hid her face from me.
“I have it with me because it reminds me of that day” she said “and I wear it when I’m lonely”
We stood there holding each other for about five minutes when she finally broke the silence.
“The answer is yes, I am”
“What was the question?” I asked puzzled
“Is she wearing the yellow panties” Georgie answered
“Then lets make some more memories” I suggested
“Yes” she said looking at me coyly.
“You’re so beautiful Georgia”
I breathed in her intoxicating perfume as it enveloped me and I kissed her.
She immediately responded pressing her mouth hard against mine and darting her tongue in my mouth.
Her arms were still wrapped around me, holding me so tight.
My hand moved from the small of her back up to between her shoulder blades and slowly unzipped her dress.
Still kissing me she released her grip on me and stepped backwards to allow the front of her cotton dress to fall forwards exposing her breasts.
I cupped one of her titties in my hand relishing the weight of it and she sighed, then as I toyed with her stiffening nipple between my thumb and forefinger she snorted air in deeply through her nose.
I disengaged my mouth from hers and she immediately tried to reattach but I broke away again as I had other plans for my mouth and I started to kiss my way down to her nipple which I instantly consumed, Georgia was trembling as I sucked her teat just like she did that first time.
All the while tugging at the folds of cottons and dragging the cloth over her hips and leaving that special dress in a heap around her ankles.
Now with Georgia wearing only those sexy yellow panties I stood up and she began undressing me and when she had finished I carried her to her bed and we made love like it was the first time having removed her from the yellow dress and underwear from the day of her desecration and we fell asleep in each others arms.
It was a funny day beginning when I awoke with Andrea in my bed and ended with me falling asleep with Georgia in hers, such was the complicated web I had woven.
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 38) The Missionary Position
The morning after a very memorable remembrance Sunday We were in the kitchen wearing only bathrobes eating scrambled eggs on toast and drinking chocolate milk, how decadent is that?
After we’d finished eating I cleared the plates away while Dakota sat finishing her milk shake.
As I walked back to the table she said
“Thank for letting me stay last night”
“My pleasure” I replied and leant over and kissed her bald head,
“Mine as well” she said looking up at me and smiling as she undid the belt on my robe.
Dakota reached inside and she began gently tugging on me before I felt delicate soft kisses on my sensitive knob as her tongue flicked around my helmet in quick feather light licks.
All at once in one smooth slurping instant I was in her mouth.
I looked down to see the bald head rising and falling on my cock and I was taken back to my childhood when I watched the Star Trek movie with my dad.
Dad is a huge Star Trek fan, and we watched all the films together
And in the first one Persis Khambatta played Lieutenant Ilia, a bald alien officer on the Enterprise and one of my adolescent fantasies was to look down on her bald head as she went down on me and there I was.
I could feel Dakotas fingers still caressing my shaft gently and
I looked down just as my glistening wet knob reappeared accompanied by a sucking sound, she looked up and smiled lustfully before she devoured me again with her hot mouth,
I could see the bulge of my cock in her cheek as she sucked on me.
I was caressing the back of her head and was fast approaching the point of no return so I pulled out of her mouth to the sound of lip smacking and slurping.
“I think we need to redeploy this little soldier,” I said looking down at my saliva soaked cock
“Yes sir” Dakota said standing to attention and throwing an exaggerated salute.
I have to admit I was a little sad when Dakota drove away in the back of a cab.
She was being deployed to foreign soil and it was not inconceivable that I might never see her again.
Her destination though not disclosed would be fraught with dangers; she could be blown up by an IED, ambushed by insurgents or shot by one of her own allies.
All I had to worry about was Georgia catching me wetting my balls with another woman; admittedly it could get more dangerous if she knew the owner of the beaver I was attending to.
But that was not on a parallel with Dakotas prospects.
I spent the next few days writing a rather lengthy piece on the perils of soldiering, and the role of a woman in modern warfare.
The hardships and dangers any soldier faces on active service and the impact of friends and loved ones left at home to fret.
It was a modern day tale where the women are going off to war and their men keep the home fires burning.
I thought it worked on several levels and was something of a diversion for me.
Hopefully I could get it published; Gay Gordon wouldn’t be interested unless I steamed it up a bit with some sex scenes.
I wouldn’t be doing that, since I had started work on the Overend tapes I had found a new group of publishers and I was sure one of those would be interested.
On Friday I was staring through the window watching the robust Frankie bent over picking up a pile of leaves, her dungaree’s stretched tight across her well-defined buttocks.
But I was not as is the norm thinking about banging her back door in, not at that precise moment anyway.
I was about to go outside and talk to her when the phone rang.
“Oh shit,” I said reading the caller ID.
“Hi mum, its lovely to hear from you,” I said with as much sincerity as I could muster.
“Hello Simon, every time I phone you, you say that and after all these years you should be getting better at it, but you’re not are you?” she chastised “Listen I’ll get straight to the point”
She liked getting straight to the point and then generally waffled on for an eternity.
“Andrea Devereaux is back in the country, you remember Andrea?”
Andrea was an old family friend; she was actually the daughter of my mum’s best friend Karen.
“Yes of course I do” I replied
“Andrea would like to know if you could put her up for a few days while she’s in the area” Mum continued
“She asked if she could stay here?” I asked
“Well no, I offered on your behalf” she admitted
“She’s back from the missions for about a month, catching up with old friends before she returns to China”
“Of course she can stay” I said shocked
“I seem to remember you were quite taken with her when you younger” she continued
“Yes I was, but that was a long time ago” I agreed
“You will look after her wont you?” she said firmly
“She’s one of the angels”
“I will treat her like a princess” I said
“And don’t let her see any of that filth you laughably call writing” Mum commanded
“Andrea is a holy person”
“Message received and understood” I said obediently
“I will ring in the morning to say what train she will be on; can you meet her at the station?”
“Yes of course”
“Well thank you Simon” she said “I did think you might make a big fuss like the time we asked you if Molly could stay a few days”
“That was different” I said
“And look at you two now; you’re the best of friends”
“Well not so much best friends more like fuck buddies” I thought to myself and said
“Yes we are”
“I’ll call tomorrow then, bye” and she was gone
Well that was interesting, Andrea Devereaux was coming to stay.
Andrea was my first crush and she going to be staying under my roof.
She had a lot to answer for, I got my first stalker thinking about her and I had my first wet dream over Andréa, well not over her obviously, but you get the picture.
And it was Andréa who made the first contributions to my wank bank, no that doesn’t sound quite right either, well anyway,
Andrea was, is, eight years older than me and I was smitten with her, and I think her with me, but nothing happened, apart from a kiss, one single solitary kiss that blew my mind.
But Andrea shied away after that and the relationship was unresolved and whenever we were together the air was always thick with sexual tension.
But she thought it would be a sin if we did anything.
I was too young to know what her issue was with us kissing.
So I used to track her around the house like a stalker hoping to catch her bending over, maybe see a glimpse of thigh, an errant bra strap, and cleavage even.
One memorable day I caught sight of her drying herself and I was rewarded with a tantalizing view of a nipple and a momentary sight of tufty black pubes.
I almost wanked myself to death over those image burned into my adolescent brain.
I wanted her, not that I would have known what to do I still wanted her what ever that meant and I’ve always wanted her I suppose.
Well now I might get my chance.
Just then my mind came back from thoughts of curly black pubes to the present moment and I remembered that I wanted to talk to Frankie.
I rushed to the back door just in time to catch sight of her big round arse disappearing through the side gate.
“Oh shit” I exclaimed
And rushed to the front door to try and catch her before she drove off.
I opened the door just as she was getting in the truck.
“Frankie” I called “Frankie”
She saw me and got out of the van
“Frankie, I’m glad I caught you, I…?”
“No” Frankie said
“No what?” I asked puzzled
“No you can’t have a grope of my jugs I haven’t got time” she said matter of factly.
“But...”
“Or grab my arse”
“But Frankie”
“Or rummage in my pants”
“That’s not what I was going to ask” I said quite hurt
“I want you to lay a new path out in the back garden”
I said quite innocently “because I use the back way a lot”
“Yes I remember”, Frankie said
Just then Maisie appeared from Judith’s garden carrying some tools which she put in the back of the van.
“Hello Simon” she said “what are you after”
What was I after the cheeky mare.
“He wants a path laying” Frankie told her
“I knew laying would come into it somewhere” Maisie said and the pair of them laughed like drains
“What is it with you women? You’re all sex mad” I said defensively
“Talk about the pot calling the kettle black” Maisie said obviously quoting a Victorianism she’d picked up from her landlady
And they both laughed again.
When Frankie finally got control of her self she said
“I’ll pop back later and give you a quote”
Mum phoned on Saturday morning as promised but as it turned out I didn’t need to meet Andrea’s train at the station after all.
The Christian fraternity had rallied round and a rather frumpy middle-aged woman called Miranda Goodman delivered her to my door in her Morris Minor.
I invited them in and the rather frosty Ms Goodman cast an unsatisfactory eye over everything before coldly taking her leave.
I suspected there would be a distinct awkwardness between Andrea and I after all the years that had passed and the unresolved sexual tension the surrounded us, but I was pleasantly surprised.
I got the impression she was just as surprised and she seemed as relaxed I was.
She was still as pretty as I remembered, a few more lines on her face perhaps, and she wore her hair shorter, but she had lost none of her beauty or allure.
She didn’t seem as tall now but that was my memory playing tricks on me she was always 5ft 3”
I couldn’t ascertain her physical dimensions because of the loose shapeless clothes she had on, but my imagination filled in the blanks regarding, a nice arse, great legs, very decent tits and thick black curly pubes.
We spent the rest of the day talking, catching up and reminiscing.
Our paths had been very different since we last met. Hers had been one of pious devotion in the missions while mine could best be summed up as debauchery, pornography and self indulgence.
The years just seemed to have melted away.
“Its very kind of you to put me up” she said “Thank you”
“No problem” I said honestly “Are you hungry?”
“Yes I am rather” she replied
“Ok I’ll give you a quick tour, show you where everything is, and settle you in your room and while you’re freshening up I’ll cook us something” I suggested.
“That would be lovely,” Andrea said with conviction.
“Thank you again”
After I took her up I found myself behaving like my 15 year former self sneaking around trying to catch her in intimate moments and get a glimpse of forbidden flesh.
But I failed, so I went back downstairs to the kitchen.
After we’d eaten we sat and talked some more until after about an hour when she was suddenly overcome with tiredness and had excuse her self.
“I’m sorry” she said “My body clock is all over the place at the moment”
I had to admit I was quite tired myself and the only traveling I had done recently was to Kiddingstone and back, so I turned in as well.
I had to get up for a pee at about 3.00am and I was just getting back into bed when I thought I heard a noise downstairs.
I slipped on my bathrobe and cautiously crept down the stairs.
I could definitely hear someone in the kitchen, I crept to the kitchen door, which was slightly ajar, and then I breathed a sigh of relief.
It was Andrea who was making a hot drink; she was wearing blue and white-stripped pajamas several sizes too big.
The Old fashioned ones with a drawstring around the waist.
So I still couldn’t ascertain her physical dimensions because of the loose fitting PJ’s
However I was delighted to see that the fly had gaped and sprouts of black pubes were clearly visible.
Which excited me very much indeed; the problem was that once I had noticed them I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.
I knew that if I went in the kitchen I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from looking.
But I couldn’t stay in the hall and I couldn’t go back up stairs in case she saw me and I had to explain why I hadn’t wanted to go in the kitchen.
So I tried to put the image out of my head as I pushed open the door.
“Hey Andréa” I said “can’t sleep eh”
“No” she replied, “like I said my body clock is all askew”
I focused my eyes on the cupboards behind her head, and thought to myself
“I must not look, I must not look”
“I thought a hot drink might help” she continued as she checked the milk boiling on the hob.
I wanted to look so badly, and as she turned back towards me I finally gave in and stared at her gaping fly and the pubic hair escaping from it.
Almost the precise moment my eyes fixed on her pussy she looked directly at me and couldn’t help but notice me looking at her black curly pubes and she blushed a brilliant red
“Oh God” she said frantically looking around for something to cover both her embarrassment and her Minge and becoming more and more flustered every second
“I’m so sorry” I said, apologizing for embarrassing her and not being at all sorry for having looked at her errant curly tufts
“Here use this” I added as I handed her a towel
“Oh God” she said again snatching the towel from my hand and covering her snatch.
“I really am sorry” I said feebly as she bustled past me and ran out the door crying
“Oh shit” I said and sat down at the kitchen table.
It was 4.00am and I was still sitting at the kitchen table having drunk two mugs of Milo made with Andrea’s boiled milk.
And I was wide awake and cursing my behaviour.
It was going to make the atmosphere very strained for the next two days
She still couldn’t sleep either as I could clearly hear her in the shower.
I couldn’t believe what had happened, I couldn’t believe what I had done, but to cap it all I still consigned the image to my wank bank.
I was a total pig I thought to myself with my head in my hands.
Just then the kitchen door opened and as I looked up Andrea walked in still wearing the blue and white stripped pajamas.
She was biting her lip and kept looking at the floor, I smiled at her and she gave a half smile back.
And then despite everything that had already happened I had to look, it was just a quick glance at first but then my gaze lingered as to my great surprise the fly hadn’t quite closed completely and delicious sprouts of freshly showered black pubes were clearly visible through the opening and this time it was by design.
She saw me looking at her visible pubes and she knew they were visible.
Andrea blushed a vivid scarlet but made no attempt to conceal them from me as she walked towards me and instead of admonishing me she kissed me.
I couldn’t recall the number of times as a young man I had imagined that kiss as I knocked one out.
And now it had happened and it was just as sensual as I imagined it to be.
Her arms enveloped me as her embrace became more urgent as my left hand settled on her buttock and I got my first hint at the contents of her Old fashioned draw stringed pajamas when her cheek was firm to my touch.
With my left hand engaged fondling her arse there was only one place my remaining hand was going.
I pause briefly at the opening before my finger entered the gape and teased the tufts of damp pubes and though they were damp to the touch as my finger teased her curls I thought they will be much damper in a second.
As they lightly caressed her mound of Venus her kissing paused though her lips were only millimeters from mine as her hot breath fell on my cheek.
In an instant they parted her lips and slipped along her crease,
A roaring moan escaped her lips and her grip tightened around my neck,
My digits returned along her slippery crack before making another greasy descent and extracting another throaty roar from the Andrea.
And almost as an after thought she kissed my cheek.
With each subsequent journey my fingers made along her slippery slit her tone altered.
When I turned my attention to her clitoris her knees began to tremble and her lips were now by my ear so I could hear every fruity moan and murmur as I continued to frig her through the gaping crotch of her jimjams.
As my clitoral stimulation intensified her legs could no longer support her weight,
Her vice like grip around my neck was the only thing that stopped her ending in a heap on the floor.
Then I brought her to climax and she released a long low guttural growl.
I extracted my fingers from her pussy moist with her cunny juice and tugged on the draw string and her pajama bottoms fell quickly to the floor.
Now she was looking at me earnestly, biting her lip, eyes wide and eyebrows raised.
I had wanted her for 15 years and I wouldn’t have to wait much longer.
I couldn’t wait long enough to get her upstairs to have her but I didn’t want her on the kitchen floor or on the table so
I stood up and picking her up in my arms I carried her to the lounge and lay her on the sofa where several virgins had already yielded their cherries’
I looked down at her thick black triangle in stark relief against her alabaster flesh.
Andrea was still biting her lip as I undid the belt on my robe and shrugged it off my shoulders so I was completely naked and her gaze fell immediately on my swollen cock.
I knelt on the floor in front of her and with a hand on each white fleshed knee and pushed them gently apart spreading her wide open until her pink pussy opened invitingly moist amidst the black whiskers.
She drew one knee up and planted her foot against the arm of the sofa while my left hand slid down the outside of her thigh and grabbed her bum cheek I gripped my shaft with my other hand and prodded at the wetness of her with my knob.
She moaned softly, eyes shut, biting her lip
So gripping my cock I pushed my shaft between her dewy lips and I waited to feel the tell tale resistance from her hymen just before her cherry popped and she would be added to the list of the deflowered.
Andrea moaned softly as my helmet breached her hole and then again a little louder as I penetrated deeply into her, but no virginal resistance,
I had convinced myself that Andrea was pure and unsullied, I withdrew and penetrated her again and she wriggled like a fish on a river bank.
It certainly didn’t detract from my enjoyment of her as I gave her another length and she squirmed and wriggled as she received me and then she came.
I hadn’t even got warmed up yet and already she’d come and was creaming my balls.
A few more strokes and she came again, more noisily this time.
Spurred on by her audible appreciation of my efforts I fucked her harder and faster and her arse started to squeak as it rubbed on the leather couch.
As she moaned and writhed beneath me she came for the third time I was getting close to the summit myself and as I quickened my pace on her pussy her utterances were growing higher in frequency and as I reached the threshold of my own conclusion
“Oh Godddd” she screamed and with her writhing sweating body prostrate beneath me I emptied myself into her hot pulsating pussy right there on the leather couch.
Although I had waited 15 years to consummate my first crush and it was everything I could have hoped for and more, it wasn’t quite how I imagined it.
I thought she would be inexperienced, unsure and passive,
But she was none of the above, she was not the shy little angel, a timid innocent, she was a devil in disguise.
She was self-conscious, she was shy, but she didn’t lack confidence once she had determined what she wanted.
It was electrifying.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so many years” I panted as I withdrew from her and she let out a rather smug self satisfied sigh.
“Me too” she confessed
“Do you think you might sleep now?” I asked
“Mmmmm” she replied
“Ok then, do you “A” want to go up stairs and get your pajama jacket off or “B” have a mug of Milo?” I asked as I pulled her up to her feet.
“Well I really like Milo” She answered
“Get upstairs” I said and slapped her bare arse.
After we’d finished eating I cleared the plates away while Dakota sat finishing her milk shake.
As I walked back to the table she said
“Thank for letting me stay last night”
“My pleasure” I replied and leant over and kissed her bald head,
“Mine as well” she said looking up at me and smiling as she undid the belt on my robe.
Dakota reached inside and she began gently tugging on me before I felt delicate soft kisses on my sensitive knob as her tongue flicked around my helmet in quick feather light licks.
All at once in one smooth slurping instant I was in her mouth.
I looked down to see the bald head rising and falling on my cock and I was taken back to my childhood when I watched the Star Trek movie with my dad.
Dad is a huge Star Trek fan, and we watched all the films together
And in the first one Persis Khambatta played Lieutenant Ilia, a bald alien officer on the Enterprise and one of my adolescent fantasies was to look down on her bald head as she went down on me and there I was.
I could feel Dakotas fingers still caressing my shaft gently and
I looked down just as my glistening wet knob reappeared accompanied by a sucking sound, she looked up and smiled lustfully before she devoured me again with her hot mouth,
I could see the bulge of my cock in her cheek as she sucked on me.
I was caressing the back of her head and was fast approaching the point of no return so I pulled out of her mouth to the sound of lip smacking and slurping.
“I think we need to redeploy this little soldier,” I said looking down at my saliva soaked cock
“Yes sir” Dakota said standing to attention and throwing an exaggerated salute.
I have to admit I was a little sad when Dakota drove away in the back of a cab.
She was being deployed to foreign soil and it was not inconceivable that I might never see her again.
Her destination though not disclosed would be fraught with dangers; she could be blown up by an IED, ambushed by insurgents or shot by one of her own allies.
All I had to worry about was Georgia catching me wetting my balls with another woman; admittedly it could get more dangerous if she knew the owner of the beaver I was attending to.
But that was not on a parallel with Dakotas prospects.
I spent the next few days writing a rather lengthy piece on the perils of soldiering, and the role of a woman in modern warfare.
The hardships and dangers any soldier faces on active service and the impact of friends and loved ones left at home to fret.
It was a modern day tale where the women are going off to war and their men keep the home fires burning.
I thought it worked on several levels and was something of a diversion for me.
Hopefully I could get it published; Gay Gordon wouldn’t be interested unless I steamed it up a bit with some sex scenes.
I wouldn’t be doing that, since I had started work on the Overend tapes I had found a new group of publishers and I was sure one of those would be interested.
On Friday I was staring through the window watching the robust Frankie bent over picking up a pile of leaves, her dungaree’s stretched tight across her well-defined buttocks.
But I was not as is the norm thinking about banging her back door in, not at that precise moment anyway.
I was about to go outside and talk to her when the phone rang.
“Oh shit,” I said reading the caller ID.
“Hi mum, its lovely to hear from you,” I said with as much sincerity as I could muster.
“Hello Simon, every time I phone you, you say that and after all these years you should be getting better at it, but you’re not are you?” she chastised “Listen I’ll get straight to the point”
She liked getting straight to the point and then generally waffled on for an eternity.
“Andrea Devereaux is back in the country, you remember Andrea?”
Andrea was an old family friend; she was actually the daughter of my mum’s best friend Karen.
“Yes of course I do” I replied
“Andrea would like to know if you could put her up for a few days while she’s in the area” Mum continued
“She asked if she could stay here?” I asked
“Well no, I offered on your behalf” she admitted
“She’s back from the missions for about a month, catching up with old friends before she returns to China”
“Of course she can stay” I said shocked
“I seem to remember you were quite taken with her when you younger” she continued
“Yes I was, but that was a long time ago” I agreed
“You will look after her wont you?” she said firmly
“She’s one of the angels”
“I will treat her like a princess” I said
“And don’t let her see any of that filth you laughably call writing” Mum commanded
“Andrea is a holy person”
“Message received and understood” I said obediently
“I will ring in the morning to say what train she will be on; can you meet her at the station?”
“Yes of course”
“Well thank you Simon” she said “I did think you might make a big fuss like the time we asked you if Molly could stay a few days”
“That was different” I said
“And look at you two now; you’re the best of friends”
“Well not so much best friends more like fuck buddies” I thought to myself and said
“Yes we are”
“I’ll call tomorrow then, bye” and she was gone
Well that was interesting, Andrea Devereaux was coming to stay.
Andrea was my first crush and she going to be staying under my roof.
She had a lot to answer for, I got my first stalker thinking about her and I had my first wet dream over Andréa, well not over her obviously, but you get the picture.
And it was Andréa who made the first contributions to my wank bank, no that doesn’t sound quite right either, well anyway,
Andrea was, is, eight years older than me and I was smitten with her, and I think her with me, but nothing happened, apart from a kiss, one single solitary kiss that blew my mind.
But Andrea shied away after that and the relationship was unresolved and whenever we were together the air was always thick with sexual tension.
But she thought it would be a sin if we did anything.
I was too young to know what her issue was with us kissing.
So I used to track her around the house like a stalker hoping to catch her bending over, maybe see a glimpse of thigh, an errant bra strap, and cleavage even.
One memorable day I caught sight of her drying herself and I was rewarded with a tantalizing view of a nipple and a momentary sight of tufty black pubes.
I almost wanked myself to death over those image burned into my adolescent brain.
I wanted her, not that I would have known what to do I still wanted her what ever that meant and I’ve always wanted her I suppose.
Well now I might get my chance.
Just then my mind came back from thoughts of curly black pubes to the present moment and I remembered that I wanted to talk to Frankie.
I rushed to the back door just in time to catch sight of her big round arse disappearing through the side gate.
“Oh shit” I exclaimed
And rushed to the front door to try and catch her before she drove off.
I opened the door just as she was getting in the truck.
“Frankie” I called “Frankie”
She saw me and got out of the van
“Frankie, I’m glad I caught you, I…?”
“No” Frankie said
“No what?” I asked puzzled
“No you can’t have a grope of my jugs I haven’t got time” she said matter of factly.
“But...”
“Or grab my arse”
“But Frankie”
“Or rummage in my pants”
“That’s not what I was going to ask” I said quite hurt
“I want you to lay a new path out in the back garden”
I said quite innocently “because I use the back way a lot”
“Yes I remember”, Frankie said
Just then Maisie appeared from Judith’s garden carrying some tools which she put in the back of the van.
“Hello Simon” she said “what are you after”
What was I after the cheeky mare.
“He wants a path laying” Frankie told her
“I knew laying would come into it somewhere” Maisie said and the pair of them laughed like drains
“What is it with you women? You’re all sex mad” I said defensively
“Talk about the pot calling the kettle black” Maisie said obviously quoting a Victorianism she’d picked up from her landlady
And they both laughed again.
When Frankie finally got control of her self she said
“I’ll pop back later and give you a quote”
Mum phoned on Saturday morning as promised but as it turned out I didn’t need to meet Andrea’s train at the station after all.
The Christian fraternity had rallied round and a rather frumpy middle-aged woman called Miranda Goodman delivered her to my door in her Morris Minor.
I invited them in and the rather frosty Ms Goodman cast an unsatisfactory eye over everything before coldly taking her leave.
I suspected there would be a distinct awkwardness between Andrea and I after all the years that had passed and the unresolved sexual tension the surrounded us, but I was pleasantly surprised.
I got the impression she was just as surprised and she seemed as relaxed I was.
She was still as pretty as I remembered, a few more lines on her face perhaps, and she wore her hair shorter, but she had lost none of her beauty or allure.
She didn’t seem as tall now but that was my memory playing tricks on me she was always 5ft 3”
I couldn’t ascertain her physical dimensions because of the loose shapeless clothes she had on, but my imagination filled in the blanks regarding, a nice arse, great legs, very decent tits and thick black curly pubes.
We spent the rest of the day talking, catching up and reminiscing.
Our paths had been very different since we last met. Hers had been one of pious devotion in the missions while mine could best be summed up as debauchery, pornography and self indulgence.
The years just seemed to have melted away.
“Its very kind of you to put me up” she said “Thank you”
“No problem” I said honestly “Are you hungry?”
“Yes I am rather” she replied
“Ok I’ll give you a quick tour, show you where everything is, and settle you in your room and while you’re freshening up I’ll cook us something” I suggested.
“That would be lovely,” Andrea said with conviction.
“Thank you again”
After I took her up I found myself behaving like my 15 year former self sneaking around trying to catch her in intimate moments and get a glimpse of forbidden flesh.
But I failed, so I went back downstairs to the kitchen.
After we’d eaten we sat and talked some more until after about an hour when she was suddenly overcome with tiredness and had excuse her self.
“I’m sorry” she said “My body clock is all over the place at the moment”
I had to admit I was quite tired myself and the only traveling I had done recently was to Kiddingstone and back, so I turned in as well.
I had to get up for a pee at about 3.00am and I was just getting back into bed when I thought I heard a noise downstairs.
I slipped on my bathrobe and cautiously crept down the stairs.
I could definitely hear someone in the kitchen, I crept to the kitchen door, which was slightly ajar, and then I breathed a sigh of relief.
It was Andrea who was making a hot drink; she was wearing blue and white-stripped pajamas several sizes too big.
The Old fashioned ones with a drawstring around the waist.
So I still couldn’t ascertain her physical dimensions because of the loose fitting PJ’s
However I was delighted to see that the fly had gaped and sprouts of black pubes were clearly visible.
Which excited me very much indeed; the problem was that once I had noticed them I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.
I knew that if I went in the kitchen I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from looking.
But I couldn’t stay in the hall and I couldn’t go back up stairs in case she saw me and I had to explain why I hadn’t wanted to go in the kitchen.
So I tried to put the image out of my head as I pushed open the door.
“Hey Andréa” I said “can’t sleep eh”
“No” she replied, “like I said my body clock is all askew”
I focused my eyes on the cupboards behind her head, and thought to myself
“I must not look, I must not look”
“I thought a hot drink might help” she continued as she checked the milk boiling on the hob.
I wanted to look so badly, and as she turned back towards me I finally gave in and stared at her gaping fly and the pubic hair escaping from it.
Almost the precise moment my eyes fixed on her pussy she looked directly at me and couldn’t help but notice me looking at her black curly pubes and she blushed a brilliant red
“Oh God” she said frantically looking around for something to cover both her embarrassment and her Minge and becoming more and more flustered every second
“I’m so sorry” I said, apologizing for embarrassing her and not being at all sorry for having looked at her errant curly tufts
“Here use this” I added as I handed her a towel
“Oh God” she said again snatching the towel from my hand and covering her snatch.
“I really am sorry” I said feebly as she bustled past me and ran out the door crying
“Oh shit” I said and sat down at the kitchen table.
It was 4.00am and I was still sitting at the kitchen table having drunk two mugs of Milo made with Andrea’s boiled milk.
And I was wide awake and cursing my behaviour.
It was going to make the atmosphere very strained for the next two days
She still couldn’t sleep either as I could clearly hear her in the shower.
I couldn’t believe what had happened, I couldn’t believe what I had done, but to cap it all I still consigned the image to my wank bank.
I was a total pig I thought to myself with my head in my hands.
Just then the kitchen door opened and as I looked up Andrea walked in still wearing the blue and white stripped pajamas.
She was biting her lip and kept looking at the floor, I smiled at her and she gave a half smile back.
And then despite everything that had already happened I had to look, it was just a quick glance at first but then my gaze lingered as to my great surprise the fly hadn’t quite closed completely and delicious sprouts of freshly showered black pubes were clearly visible through the opening and this time it was by design.
She saw me looking at her visible pubes and she knew they were visible.
Andrea blushed a vivid scarlet but made no attempt to conceal them from me as she walked towards me and instead of admonishing me she kissed me.
I couldn’t recall the number of times as a young man I had imagined that kiss as I knocked one out.
And now it had happened and it was just as sensual as I imagined it to be.
Her arms enveloped me as her embrace became more urgent as my left hand settled on her buttock and I got my first hint at the contents of her Old fashioned draw stringed pajamas when her cheek was firm to my touch.
With my left hand engaged fondling her arse there was only one place my remaining hand was going.
I pause briefly at the opening before my finger entered the gape and teased the tufts of damp pubes and though they were damp to the touch as my finger teased her curls I thought they will be much damper in a second.
As they lightly caressed her mound of Venus her kissing paused though her lips were only millimeters from mine as her hot breath fell on my cheek.
In an instant they parted her lips and slipped along her crease,
A roaring moan escaped her lips and her grip tightened around my neck,
My digits returned along her slippery crack before making another greasy descent and extracting another throaty roar from the Andrea.
And almost as an after thought she kissed my cheek.
With each subsequent journey my fingers made along her slippery slit her tone altered.
When I turned my attention to her clitoris her knees began to tremble and her lips were now by my ear so I could hear every fruity moan and murmur as I continued to frig her through the gaping crotch of her jimjams.
As my clitoral stimulation intensified her legs could no longer support her weight,
Her vice like grip around my neck was the only thing that stopped her ending in a heap on the floor.
Then I brought her to climax and she released a long low guttural growl.
I extracted my fingers from her pussy moist with her cunny juice and tugged on the draw string and her pajama bottoms fell quickly to the floor.
Now she was looking at me earnestly, biting her lip, eyes wide and eyebrows raised.
I had wanted her for 15 years and I wouldn’t have to wait much longer.
I couldn’t wait long enough to get her upstairs to have her but I didn’t want her on the kitchen floor or on the table so
I stood up and picking her up in my arms I carried her to the lounge and lay her on the sofa where several virgins had already yielded their cherries’
I looked down at her thick black triangle in stark relief against her alabaster flesh.
Andrea was still biting her lip as I undid the belt on my robe and shrugged it off my shoulders so I was completely naked and her gaze fell immediately on my swollen cock.
I knelt on the floor in front of her and with a hand on each white fleshed knee and pushed them gently apart spreading her wide open until her pink pussy opened invitingly moist amidst the black whiskers.
She drew one knee up and planted her foot against the arm of the sofa while my left hand slid down the outside of her thigh and grabbed her bum cheek I gripped my shaft with my other hand and prodded at the wetness of her with my knob.
She moaned softly, eyes shut, biting her lip
So gripping my cock I pushed my shaft between her dewy lips and I waited to feel the tell tale resistance from her hymen just before her cherry popped and she would be added to the list of the deflowered.
Andrea moaned softly as my helmet breached her hole and then again a little louder as I penetrated deeply into her, but no virginal resistance,
I had convinced myself that Andrea was pure and unsullied, I withdrew and penetrated her again and she wriggled like a fish on a river bank.
It certainly didn’t detract from my enjoyment of her as I gave her another length and she squirmed and wriggled as she received me and then she came.
I hadn’t even got warmed up yet and already she’d come and was creaming my balls.
A few more strokes and she came again, more noisily this time.
Spurred on by her audible appreciation of my efforts I fucked her harder and faster and her arse started to squeak as it rubbed on the leather couch.
As she moaned and writhed beneath me she came for the third time I was getting close to the summit myself and as I quickened my pace on her pussy her utterances were growing higher in frequency and as I reached the threshold of my own conclusion
“Oh Godddd” she screamed and with her writhing sweating body prostrate beneath me I emptied myself into her hot pulsating pussy right there on the leather couch.
Although I had waited 15 years to consummate my first crush and it was everything I could have hoped for and more, it wasn’t quite how I imagined it.
I thought she would be inexperienced, unsure and passive,
But she was none of the above, she was not the shy little angel, a timid innocent, she was a devil in disguise.
She was self-conscious, she was shy, but she didn’t lack confidence once she had determined what she wanted.
It was electrifying.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so many years” I panted as I withdrew from her and she let out a rather smug self satisfied sigh.
“Me too” she confessed
“Do you think you might sleep now?” I asked
“Mmmmm” she replied
“Ok then, do you “A” want to go up stairs and get your pajama jacket off or “B” have a mug of Milo?” I asked as I pulled her up to her feet.
“Well I really like Milo” She answered
“Get upstairs” I said and slapped her bare arse.
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 37) Soldier Blue
When I awoke on Tuesday morning, early riser in hand, I reflected on the previous days events and determined it to be the best bonfire night I had ever had.
I didn’t even bother chastising myself for yet another notch on my totem of betrayal I just had to accept my shortcomings for the time being anyway.
Still gripping my horn I lustily anticipated revisiting Mahajak’s for some more customer servicing.
I do like the small shop ethos of being open all hours.
The good news was that Omid was still in hospital and would be for at least another week the bad news however was that Anjuli would only be visiting every other day.
I could quiet easily cope with only tasting her delights every other day
The thought of what had happened the night before and of what was to possibly still to come was not diminishing my erection so I took myself off to the shower to deal with it.
After my satisfying shower I set to work and I spent a day outlining future chapters and then spent the rest of the week on Gerald’s stories.
On the Thursday Lionel phoned me to say he had found a number of small publishers who he thought might be interested and could I send him any more finished pieces.
One of whom, he said, on hearing that the sample story was taken from a live recording by the author suggested releasing them as a recording.
I thought that might be a great idea the stories really did come alive when he told them, far more than my written format.
Having locked myself away from the sinful world for the best part of four days as I worked on the transcribed stories it was something of a relief to get out of the house and when I emerged from my home on Friday morning on a cold November morning it was in response to another phone call from Lionel Blum who had the name of an audio expert, or “whiz kid” as Lionel called him, who he had engaged to clean up the Overend recordings.
I liked the idea of a much wider section of people having the opportunity to bask in the illuminating light that shone from Gerald as he spoke.
But I was uneasy about handing over the tapes to a complete stranger, whiz kid or not.
In the end I reached a compromise with Lionel who suggested releasing into the “whiz kids” possession a small selection of tapes and after reviewing their quality a decision would be made how to proceed further.
Some of the recordings were just of Gerald speaking into a microphone and they were the most complete in terms of content, but the other ones where he recorded secretly as he told the tales to an enraptured audience.
So I selected ten recordings, five with an audience and 5 without on a variety of different media and slipped them into my inside coat pocket and away I went.
I called in at Mahajak’s on the way to the station and flirted with the two women as usual.
“How’s Omid?” I asked Shula
“He’s doing well” She replied Aunt Anjuli is going to see him tonight, aren’t you aunty”
Anjuli nodded and smiled in response
I gave Shula a wink and she smiled at me.
“Give him my best wishes,” I said to Aunt Anjuli
“I will, I will” she replied happily
“And while you give him my best wishes I will be giving his wife something else” I thought to myself
Once I had disembarked in Kiddingstone I took the first cab on
The rank and we quickly headed towards the address supplied.
When we pulled up outside the Sound Bite Studio’s I was in truth not impressed.
The premises were drab and dingy and quite frankly uninspiring.
My first instinct was to get the cab to return me to the station but Lionel had said he was an expert so I decided I would at least meet the “whiz kid”.
I paid the cab driver and walked towards the unimpressive front entrance.
Failing to locate a doorknob, I placed my hand on the push plate and put my weight behind it but the door didn’t open to my touch.
I looked to the left and saw an intercom so I pushed the buzzer.
Then the speaker crackled and a tinny voice said
“Yes?”
“Simon Fisher to see Marcus Crossfield” I shouted at the wall
“Come up” the voice said and the lock, buzzed
I repeated my previous action with the door and this time it yielded.
On entering the dimly lit lobby my first thought was that at least it was in keeping with the façade.
I trudged up the stairs wishing I’d stayed at home but when I pushed open the door at the top of the staircase I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Everything was shinny chrome and bright lights and there was hi-tech equipment everywhere, it was such a stark contrast to the outside.
“Can I help?” a voice said in a manner that conveyed anything but the desire to help.
Also I couldn’t help smiling as I thought I had done the speaker quality a disservice as the girl actually had a tinny voice.
She was a small girl in her mid twenties, Gloria, according to the name on her coffee mug, and she was about 4ft 10” quite slim but with the most enormous tits, rather too big for my taste, they were almost in the realm of comedy breasts, totally out of proportion to her tiny frame.
They were displayed in a very low cut black top and looked like two bald men sharing a coat.
Her face was not an attractive one but I suppose when you have tits like that, most men wouldn’t even notice her face.
“Yes” I said, “I’m here to see Marcus Crossfield”
“Name?” she barked
“Simon Fisher” I replied rather sharply as I’d already told her all of this over the intercom.
“Wait here” she ordered and walked away
I assumed that the boss employed her because of the size of her nork's and not for her expertise or personality.
A few moments later she returned
“This way” Gloria called and led me to my appointment, I have to say that her arse end was much more pleasing to my eye than her frontage.
When we reached Marcus Crossfield’s office she stepped to one side and grunted
“In there”
I stepped through the open door and was greeted by a middle-aged man dressed like a used car salesman, some whiz kid, I thought.
“Simon” he said standing up and proffering his hand.
I took his hand
“Marcus” I said shaking his hand, he certainly shook hands like a salesman.
“Please call me Marc,” he said pointing, “Take a seat”
I sat and thought Lionel had clearly been given some bad information about Mr. Crossfield and I thought there was little chance I would remain there for long.
“I must apologize for Gloria, she’s a lousy receptionist but did you get an eyeful of those magnificent jugs?” he said almost drooling
I wasn’t in the mood for male bonding so I pressed on him the reason for our meeting.
“Lionel Blum tells me you come highly recommended”
“Well not me” he interrupted “it’s my company but Tilly is the genius”
He stood up and walked around the desk
“I’ll introduce you” he said and led me along a corridor and into an office/studio, which had computers and mixing desks and every gadget imaginable, clearly Tilly was the whiz kid.
And sitting at a console was a young woman wearing headphones.
“Tilly?” Marcus shouted.
And she looked up, smiled and took off her headphones
Tilly was a tall girl, stick thin, with no visible bust line at all, clearly behind Gloria in that particular queue, She had no hips and from behind she looked like a boy.
I ascertained she was probably mid to late twenties; she had a pretty face, even prettier when she smiled which she did as she approached.
“Tilly this is Simon Fisher” he said to her and then addressing me “and this is Tilly Bushe”
We shook hands and Marcus excused himself leaving me with skinny Minnie.
I was still a little uneasy about handing over the tapes, as the company hadn’t so far lived up to my expectations.
But Tilly explained what some of the equipment did and the process she would follow.
“The recordings will be quite safe” she assured me “the very first step is a high definition copy, to protect the integrity of the media”
“Ok” I said and handed over the tapes.
“Is that all of them?” she queried, “I understood there were a lot more”
“There are” I replied “but…”
“But you don’t trust me” Tilly concluded
“I don’t know you” I said “or what you are capable of”
“You will” she responded, “I promise”
“It’s just that these recordings were entrusted to me by Gerald Overend’s widow”
“I promise,” she repeated
So I took her at her word and left the recordings with her but she promised to have something for me soon.
But before I left she asked one last question
“I need a working title for the recordings”
I had given it some thought on my way over, I had already settled on “Tales From The Club House” for the written work.
And I remembered Gerald telling me one time that in his youth he was a big prog rock fan, King Crimson, Gentle Giant, Jethro Tull, Yes, that kind of stuff and I wasn’t a hundred percent sure if it was a song title or a lyric but I chose something that seemed appropriate.
“Raconteur Troubadour” I told Tilly then she took me to lunch and
Elaborated to me the methods she would employ and I think she was flirting with me.
Anyway we had a nice lunch and we had covered all the technical stuff so over coffee it was time to change the tone.
“So what is Tilly short for?” I asked expecting her to say Mathilda
“It’s not short for anything” she said, “It’s a family name”
“So what’s your actual name then?” I pressed
“Oh God” she winced “do I have to say?”
“Is it so terrible?” I asked
“Yes it really is” she buried her face in her hands
“Then yes you definitely have to say,” I told her
“Ophelia” Tilly said
I thought about it for a moment and then the penny dropped and I burst out laughing
“Ophelia Bushe?” I asked still laughing
“Stop it, it’s not funny,” she said laughing herself
“Oh it really is” I responded.
Well it was a bright sunny morning outside St Lucy’s church where the villagers were thronging around the war memorial as the Remembrance Day parade, Representatives of all the service, a proud bunch of Old soldiers, all arms of the scouting fraternity, local dignitaries et al came to a halt.
It was nice to see the Vicar had returned, looking a little pale and drawn, but nonetheless back in harness.
“A family crisis” was the reason, circulating the village, for her absence the week before.
I felt there was more to it than that but it was good to see her back.
It was a good service and then the village duly paid its tribute to the fallen in the time-honoured fashion.
I always felt a little humbled afterwards honouring those men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice, and if they had known the outcome their actions would not have differed.
I often wondered if the modern generation would be so resolute faced with the same challenges, I thought it doubtful.
Anyway I preferred to spend the rest of the day alone with my thought and so declined the invitation for lunch at the pub and headed home.
I walked along the quiet path that separated the houses from the golf course and was rather enjoying the peace and solitude.
When I was felled and left lying prostrate on the ground and then I felt a great weight on my chest
“Oh God” I thought, “I’m having a heart attach”
I closed my eyes and dark thoughts filled my mind and I wondered if I would be reduced to passive sex for the rest of my life, however short that life might be.
“Simon Fisher” a quiet voice spoke to me and I thought God is calling me to him, my time is over.
I can’t say I wasn’t a little disappointed, and not just about being taken at 29, I was expecting a great booming voice, a more commanding voice, not a soft female voice with an American accent.
And then I was appalled to think that God was an American, they get bloody everywhere, and a woman.
“Come on you wuss” the voice, said not very Godly and the weight lifted from my chest and I began to rise.
“Are you ok?” the voice asked, “Did I hurt you?”
I opened my eyes expecting to be at the gates of heaven but I was on the same path where I fell.
Being addressed by a soldier
“Are you ok?” the soldier asked
“Yes” I said a little puzzled
Then the soldier removed her hat
“Dakota”? I said with surprise
“Yep” she replied
“You didn’t say you were in the army” I was still surprised
“You didn’t ask” she replied
“No I didn’t,” I acknowledged
“That’s why I’m staying with Uncle Will” She explained “I’m on extended leave before we deploy”
“Where to?” I asked
“I can’t say” Dakota Replied. “Anyway, are you ok?”
“Yes” I said dusting my self-down
“You went down like a girl,” she said laughing hysterically
“On a Sunday in Bushy Down we don’t expect to be attacked in the woods by a ninja “
She was still laughing when she said
“Are we going back to yours then”?
“I do like a bird in uniform” I thought as we were walking back to the house.
Now I don’t know if it’s just a man thing or not, I don’t think it is.
I mean I’ve heard women go on about fireman a lot and they generally have a wistful look in their eye when doing so.
But what I do know is that it can’t just be me I mean uniforms are just phwoar.
Dakota was still ribbing me about how easy I went to ground as we walked down the lawn to the back door.
Dakota Browning’s uniform was well, as uniforms go I’ve seen sexier, it wasn’t the tailored skirt and tunic, brass buttons and polished belt, peaked cap, seamed stockings and khaki knickers kind of uniform.
It was yomping boots, combat trousers and battle dress jacket, although I was still hoping for khaki knickers.
But a uniform is a uniform and she was completely hairless remember.
I opened the door and let Dakota inside she bent down and began unlacing her boots.
I went in the hall and hung up my coat and slipped my shoes off and when I went back in the kitchen Dakota was stood on the back door mat wearing a Khaki vest, boxer shorts and her dog tags.
“That will do for me,” I thought, as I looked her over
“I don’t have long” she said “I have to report back to barracks on Tuesday”
Then she walked towards me and we kissed.
“We’d better not waste any more time then” I suggested and we kissed some more.
He body was solid, firm and muscular, and I’m sure she could have carried me off to bed if she wanted to.
“Where do want me sir?” she asked and threw a salute
“I think I want you upstairs soldier” I replied “on the double”
And she turned on her heels and ran upstairs I ran after her discarding clothes as I went.
When I entered the bedroom I was wearing one sock and my pants.
Dakota was stood facing me and pulled the vest off over her head and smiled as her breasts rearranged themselves before my eyes.
“Uncle Will told me that you have a reputation,” she said as I removed my errant sock “apparently everyone says that you’re a dog”
“People are prone to exaggerate,” I said as I dropped my pants
“Oh I do hope not” she responded looking at my erection
My pants were around my ankles and I lifted one foot out of the leg and kicked them at her face she threw out a hand to catch them and in that split second of distraction I crossed the room and manhandled her onto the bed.
“That’s dirty fighting” she yelped as I got her on her back and pinned her there
“Well GI Jane what are you going to do now?” I asked holding her immobilized on the bed
“I’m going to let you fuck me,” she said and I kissed her and her tongue was in my mouth in an instant.
Darting in and out as my hand released its grip on her wrist and instead grasped one of her firm breasts.
Her arms were around me now, her hands caressing my torso as I played with her nipple.
I stopped kissing her and she licked her lips and I began kissing my way down her skin from her neck to her pink proud nipple.
I licked her areola before taking the teat between my lips and sucking on it noisily.
Dakota wriggled beneath me and murmured contentedly as I suckled and her chest was rising and falling as her heart pounded in my ear.
With a slurp I released her swollen misshapen nipple and my lips began there journey south, kissing along the rim of her rib cage and down across her belly, a flick of my tongue in her belly button
And she squirmed.
I was knelt on the floor between her legs looking up at her, head turned to one side, mouth open, eyes closed, her tongue constantly licking her lips in anticipation.
I reached up my hands to her belly and slipping my fingers between the waistband of her shorts and her quivering flesh I tugged them gently over her hips and off her firm round buttocks and slowly down her thighs towards her knees and then they slipped easily passed her ankles.
And there she was naked and hairless before me, if she was at all self-conscious she didn’t show it.
She just squirmed a little and continued licking her lips.
And I was about to do the same.
I pushed her knees slightly apart and lean forward and starting where I had left off I kissed my way down from her navel to her silky smooth hairless mound.
She spread her thigh invitingly and there was her perfect soft naked pussy, the most aesthetically pleasing pussy I had ever seen
No razor burn, no stubble, no pimples, just a silky smooth mound and soft unblemished lips and as my lips moved to touch hers I thought the skin was the softest my lips had ever touched.
Then I open her with my tongue and she moaned in a hot velvety purr, a sound repeated often as I worked on her with my tongue until her back arched, her fanny farted and the velvet purr became a gravelly growl.
Dakota sat up and lifting my head from her juicy lips she kissed me and her spare hand began tugging on my cock.
As she kissed me I pushed her thighs wide open and let her guide my purple head between her moist lips.
As soon as I could feel her syrupy juice around my head I thrust my pelvis forward and I was in.
She stopped kissing me and let out the dirtiest whorish moan I’d ever heard, I hoped it wouldn’t be the last.
Dakota wrapped her arms around my neck, her face was pressed against mine and I could feel every moan that came from her as well as hearing it, it was incredibly sensual, dirty and pure at the same moment.
Her thighs squeezed my hips in response to every thrust.
But the soldier was tiring and she released her grip around my neck and fell backward onto the bed, her thighs still gripped on and now her legs wrapped around my arse.
Dakotas head was rolling back and forth and she was moaning almost continually, her hands had grasped handfuls of duvet as she writhed and wriggled.
And I was so close, I slid my hands along her soft skin and cupped her full round breasts as I rushed headlong to the point of ecstasy, and then with one final nerve tingling thrust, Dakota roared as I jerked, spasm’d and spaffed.
“Woof” I barked to the hairless panting creature beneath me and Dakota laughed between the panting and her pussy jiggled my cock, which made me laugh.
In the after glow on that November afternoon we cuddled under the duvet very snug and smug.
“Can I stay tonight”? She asked
“Of course hon” I replied and kissed her bald head
“Good” she said and we fell asleep but awoke two hours later refreshed and horny.
I didn’t even bother chastising myself for yet another notch on my totem of betrayal I just had to accept my shortcomings for the time being anyway.
Still gripping my horn I lustily anticipated revisiting Mahajak’s for some more customer servicing.
I do like the small shop ethos of being open all hours.
The good news was that Omid was still in hospital and would be for at least another week the bad news however was that Anjuli would only be visiting every other day.
I could quiet easily cope with only tasting her delights every other day
The thought of what had happened the night before and of what was to possibly still to come was not diminishing my erection so I took myself off to the shower to deal with it.
After my satisfying shower I set to work and I spent a day outlining future chapters and then spent the rest of the week on Gerald’s stories.
On the Thursday Lionel phoned me to say he had found a number of small publishers who he thought might be interested and could I send him any more finished pieces.
One of whom, he said, on hearing that the sample story was taken from a live recording by the author suggested releasing them as a recording.
I thought that might be a great idea the stories really did come alive when he told them, far more than my written format.
Having locked myself away from the sinful world for the best part of four days as I worked on the transcribed stories it was something of a relief to get out of the house and when I emerged from my home on Friday morning on a cold November morning it was in response to another phone call from Lionel Blum who had the name of an audio expert, or “whiz kid” as Lionel called him, who he had engaged to clean up the Overend recordings.
I liked the idea of a much wider section of people having the opportunity to bask in the illuminating light that shone from Gerald as he spoke.
But I was uneasy about handing over the tapes to a complete stranger, whiz kid or not.
In the end I reached a compromise with Lionel who suggested releasing into the “whiz kids” possession a small selection of tapes and after reviewing their quality a decision would be made how to proceed further.
Some of the recordings were just of Gerald speaking into a microphone and they were the most complete in terms of content, but the other ones where he recorded secretly as he told the tales to an enraptured audience.
So I selected ten recordings, five with an audience and 5 without on a variety of different media and slipped them into my inside coat pocket and away I went.
I called in at Mahajak’s on the way to the station and flirted with the two women as usual.
“How’s Omid?” I asked Shula
“He’s doing well” She replied Aunt Anjuli is going to see him tonight, aren’t you aunty”
Anjuli nodded and smiled in response
I gave Shula a wink and she smiled at me.
“Give him my best wishes,” I said to Aunt Anjuli
“I will, I will” she replied happily
“And while you give him my best wishes I will be giving his wife something else” I thought to myself
Once I had disembarked in Kiddingstone I took the first cab on
The rank and we quickly headed towards the address supplied.
When we pulled up outside the Sound Bite Studio’s I was in truth not impressed.
The premises were drab and dingy and quite frankly uninspiring.
My first instinct was to get the cab to return me to the station but Lionel had said he was an expert so I decided I would at least meet the “whiz kid”.
I paid the cab driver and walked towards the unimpressive front entrance.
Failing to locate a doorknob, I placed my hand on the push plate and put my weight behind it but the door didn’t open to my touch.
I looked to the left and saw an intercom so I pushed the buzzer.
Then the speaker crackled and a tinny voice said
“Yes?”
“Simon Fisher to see Marcus Crossfield” I shouted at the wall
“Come up” the voice said and the lock, buzzed
I repeated my previous action with the door and this time it yielded.
On entering the dimly lit lobby my first thought was that at least it was in keeping with the façade.
I trudged up the stairs wishing I’d stayed at home but when I pushed open the door at the top of the staircase I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Everything was shinny chrome and bright lights and there was hi-tech equipment everywhere, it was such a stark contrast to the outside.
“Can I help?” a voice said in a manner that conveyed anything but the desire to help.
Also I couldn’t help smiling as I thought I had done the speaker quality a disservice as the girl actually had a tinny voice.
She was a small girl in her mid twenties, Gloria, according to the name on her coffee mug, and she was about 4ft 10” quite slim but with the most enormous tits, rather too big for my taste, they were almost in the realm of comedy breasts, totally out of proportion to her tiny frame.
They were displayed in a very low cut black top and looked like two bald men sharing a coat.
Her face was not an attractive one but I suppose when you have tits like that, most men wouldn’t even notice her face.
“Yes” I said, “I’m here to see Marcus Crossfield”
“Name?” she barked
“Simon Fisher” I replied rather sharply as I’d already told her all of this over the intercom.
“Wait here” she ordered and walked away
I assumed that the boss employed her because of the size of her nork's and not for her expertise or personality.
A few moments later she returned
“This way” Gloria called and led me to my appointment, I have to say that her arse end was much more pleasing to my eye than her frontage.
When we reached Marcus Crossfield’s office she stepped to one side and grunted
“In there”
I stepped through the open door and was greeted by a middle-aged man dressed like a used car salesman, some whiz kid, I thought.
“Simon” he said standing up and proffering his hand.
I took his hand
“Marcus” I said shaking his hand, he certainly shook hands like a salesman.
“Please call me Marc,” he said pointing, “Take a seat”
I sat and thought Lionel had clearly been given some bad information about Mr. Crossfield and I thought there was little chance I would remain there for long.
“I must apologize for Gloria, she’s a lousy receptionist but did you get an eyeful of those magnificent jugs?” he said almost drooling
I wasn’t in the mood for male bonding so I pressed on him the reason for our meeting.
“Lionel Blum tells me you come highly recommended”
“Well not me” he interrupted “it’s my company but Tilly is the genius”
He stood up and walked around the desk
“I’ll introduce you” he said and led me along a corridor and into an office/studio, which had computers and mixing desks and every gadget imaginable, clearly Tilly was the whiz kid.
And sitting at a console was a young woman wearing headphones.
“Tilly?” Marcus shouted.
And she looked up, smiled and took off her headphones
Tilly was a tall girl, stick thin, with no visible bust line at all, clearly behind Gloria in that particular queue, She had no hips and from behind she looked like a boy.
I ascertained she was probably mid to late twenties; she had a pretty face, even prettier when she smiled which she did as she approached.
“Tilly this is Simon Fisher” he said to her and then addressing me “and this is Tilly Bushe”
We shook hands and Marcus excused himself leaving me with skinny Minnie.
I was still a little uneasy about handing over the tapes, as the company hadn’t so far lived up to my expectations.
But Tilly explained what some of the equipment did and the process she would follow.
“The recordings will be quite safe” she assured me “the very first step is a high definition copy, to protect the integrity of the media”
“Ok” I said and handed over the tapes.
“Is that all of them?” she queried, “I understood there were a lot more”
“There are” I replied “but…”
“But you don’t trust me” Tilly concluded
“I don’t know you” I said “or what you are capable of”
“You will” she responded, “I promise”
“It’s just that these recordings were entrusted to me by Gerald Overend’s widow”
“I promise,” she repeated
So I took her at her word and left the recordings with her but she promised to have something for me soon.
But before I left she asked one last question
“I need a working title for the recordings”
I had given it some thought on my way over, I had already settled on “Tales From The Club House” for the written work.
And I remembered Gerald telling me one time that in his youth he was a big prog rock fan, King Crimson, Gentle Giant, Jethro Tull, Yes, that kind of stuff and I wasn’t a hundred percent sure if it was a song title or a lyric but I chose something that seemed appropriate.
“Raconteur Troubadour” I told Tilly then she took me to lunch and
Elaborated to me the methods she would employ and I think she was flirting with me.
Anyway we had a nice lunch and we had covered all the technical stuff so over coffee it was time to change the tone.
“So what is Tilly short for?” I asked expecting her to say Mathilda
“It’s not short for anything” she said, “It’s a family name”
“So what’s your actual name then?” I pressed
“Oh God” she winced “do I have to say?”
“Is it so terrible?” I asked
“Yes it really is” she buried her face in her hands
“Then yes you definitely have to say,” I told her
“Ophelia” Tilly said
I thought about it for a moment and then the penny dropped and I burst out laughing
“Ophelia Bushe?” I asked still laughing
“Stop it, it’s not funny,” she said laughing herself
“Oh it really is” I responded.
Well it was a bright sunny morning outside St Lucy’s church where the villagers were thronging around the war memorial as the Remembrance Day parade, Representatives of all the service, a proud bunch of Old soldiers, all arms of the scouting fraternity, local dignitaries et al came to a halt.
It was nice to see the Vicar had returned, looking a little pale and drawn, but nonetheless back in harness.
“A family crisis” was the reason, circulating the village, for her absence the week before.
I felt there was more to it than that but it was good to see her back.
It was a good service and then the village duly paid its tribute to the fallen in the time-honoured fashion.
I always felt a little humbled afterwards honouring those men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice, and if they had known the outcome their actions would not have differed.
I often wondered if the modern generation would be so resolute faced with the same challenges, I thought it doubtful.
Anyway I preferred to spend the rest of the day alone with my thought and so declined the invitation for lunch at the pub and headed home.
I walked along the quiet path that separated the houses from the golf course and was rather enjoying the peace and solitude.
When I was felled and left lying prostrate on the ground and then I felt a great weight on my chest
“Oh God” I thought, “I’m having a heart attach”
I closed my eyes and dark thoughts filled my mind and I wondered if I would be reduced to passive sex for the rest of my life, however short that life might be.
“Simon Fisher” a quiet voice spoke to me and I thought God is calling me to him, my time is over.
I can’t say I wasn’t a little disappointed, and not just about being taken at 29, I was expecting a great booming voice, a more commanding voice, not a soft female voice with an American accent.
And then I was appalled to think that God was an American, they get bloody everywhere, and a woman.
“Come on you wuss” the voice, said not very Godly and the weight lifted from my chest and I began to rise.
“Are you ok?” the voice asked, “Did I hurt you?”
I opened my eyes expecting to be at the gates of heaven but I was on the same path where I fell.
Being addressed by a soldier
“Are you ok?” the soldier asked
“Yes” I said a little puzzled
Then the soldier removed her hat
“Dakota”? I said with surprise
“Yep” she replied
“You didn’t say you were in the army” I was still surprised
“You didn’t ask” she replied
“No I didn’t,” I acknowledged
“That’s why I’m staying with Uncle Will” She explained “I’m on extended leave before we deploy”
“Where to?” I asked
“I can’t say” Dakota Replied. “Anyway, are you ok?”
“Yes” I said dusting my self-down
“You went down like a girl,” she said laughing hysterically
“On a Sunday in Bushy Down we don’t expect to be attacked in the woods by a ninja “
She was still laughing when she said
“Are we going back to yours then”?
“I do like a bird in uniform” I thought as we were walking back to the house.
Now I don’t know if it’s just a man thing or not, I don’t think it is.
I mean I’ve heard women go on about fireman a lot and they generally have a wistful look in their eye when doing so.
But what I do know is that it can’t just be me I mean uniforms are just phwoar.
Dakota was still ribbing me about how easy I went to ground as we walked down the lawn to the back door.
Dakota Browning’s uniform was well, as uniforms go I’ve seen sexier, it wasn’t the tailored skirt and tunic, brass buttons and polished belt, peaked cap, seamed stockings and khaki knickers kind of uniform.
It was yomping boots, combat trousers and battle dress jacket, although I was still hoping for khaki knickers.
But a uniform is a uniform and she was completely hairless remember.
I opened the door and let Dakota inside she bent down and began unlacing her boots.
I went in the hall and hung up my coat and slipped my shoes off and when I went back in the kitchen Dakota was stood on the back door mat wearing a Khaki vest, boxer shorts and her dog tags.
“That will do for me,” I thought, as I looked her over
“I don’t have long” she said “I have to report back to barracks on Tuesday”
Then she walked towards me and we kissed.
“We’d better not waste any more time then” I suggested and we kissed some more.
He body was solid, firm and muscular, and I’m sure she could have carried me off to bed if she wanted to.
“Where do want me sir?” she asked and threw a salute
“I think I want you upstairs soldier” I replied “on the double”
And she turned on her heels and ran upstairs I ran after her discarding clothes as I went.
When I entered the bedroom I was wearing one sock and my pants.
Dakota was stood facing me and pulled the vest off over her head and smiled as her breasts rearranged themselves before my eyes.
“Uncle Will told me that you have a reputation,” she said as I removed my errant sock “apparently everyone says that you’re a dog”
“People are prone to exaggerate,” I said as I dropped my pants
“Oh I do hope not” she responded looking at my erection
My pants were around my ankles and I lifted one foot out of the leg and kicked them at her face she threw out a hand to catch them and in that split second of distraction I crossed the room and manhandled her onto the bed.
“That’s dirty fighting” she yelped as I got her on her back and pinned her there
“Well GI Jane what are you going to do now?” I asked holding her immobilized on the bed
“I’m going to let you fuck me,” she said and I kissed her and her tongue was in my mouth in an instant.
Darting in and out as my hand released its grip on her wrist and instead grasped one of her firm breasts.
Her arms were around me now, her hands caressing my torso as I played with her nipple.
I stopped kissing her and she licked her lips and I began kissing my way down her skin from her neck to her pink proud nipple.
I licked her areola before taking the teat between my lips and sucking on it noisily.
Dakota wriggled beneath me and murmured contentedly as I suckled and her chest was rising and falling as her heart pounded in my ear.
With a slurp I released her swollen misshapen nipple and my lips began there journey south, kissing along the rim of her rib cage and down across her belly, a flick of my tongue in her belly button
And she squirmed.
I was knelt on the floor between her legs looking up at her, head turned to one side, mouth open, eyes closed, her tongue constantly licking her lips in anticipation.
I reached up my hands to her belly and slipping my fingers between the waistband of her shorts and her quivering flesh I tugged them gently over her hips and off her firm round buttocks and slowly down her thighs towards her knees and then they slipped easily passed her ankles.
And there she was naked and hairless before me, if she was at all self-conscious she didn’t show it.
She just squirmed a little and continued licking her lips.
And I was about to do the same.
I pushed her knees slightly apart and lean forward and starting where I had left off I kissed my way down from her navel to her silky smooth hairless mound.
She spread her thigh invitingly and there was her perfect soft naked pussy, the most aesthetically pleasing pussy I had ever seen
No razor burn, no stubble, no pimples, just a silky smooth mound and soft unblemished lips and as my lips moved to touch hers I thought the skin was the softest my lips had ever touched.
Then I open her with my tongue and she moaned in a hot velvety purr, a sound repeated often as I worked on her with my tongue until her back arched, her fanny farted and the velvet purr became a gravelly growl.
Dakota sat up and lifting my head from her juicy lips she kissed me and her spare hand began tugging on my cock.
As she kissed me I pushed her thighs wide open and let her guide my purple head between her moist lips.
As soon as I could feel her syrupy juice around my head I thrust my pelvis forward and I was in.
She stopped kissing me and let out the dirtiest whorish moan I’d ever heard, I hoped it wouldn’t be the last.
Dakota wrapped her arms around my neck, her face was pressed against mine and I could feel every moan that came from her as well as hearing it, it was incredibly sensual, dirty and pure at the same moment.
Her thighs squeezed my hips in response to every thrust.
But the soldier was tiring and she released her grip around my neck and fell backward onto the bed, her thighs still gripped on and now her legs wrapped around my arse.
Dakotas head was rolling back and forth and she was moaning almost continually, her hands had grasped handfuls of duvet as she writhed and wriggled.
And I was so close, I slid my hands along her soft skin and cupped her full round breasts as I rushed headlong to the point of ecstasy, and then with one final nerve tingling thrust, Dakota roared as I jerked, spasm’d and spaffed.
“Woof” I barked to the hairless panting creature beneath me and Dakota laughed between the panting and her pussy jiggled my cock, which made me laugh.
In the after glow on that November afternoon we cuddled under the duvet very snug and smug.
“Can I stay tonight”? She asked
“Of course hon” I replied and kissed her bald head
“Good” she said and we fell asleep but awoke two hours later refreshed and horny.
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 36) Remember, Remember
Since taking Georgia back to Roehampton I had had plenty of time to think about the time we spent together and more importantly the implications of our conversations.
The fact that Georgia wouldn’t be home until Christmas and we had agreed to keep contact to a minimum meant no lies and no broken promises.
All the time Georgia and I had been together, in fact ever since she set her cap at me back in May she had me heart and soul exclusively but not so my body.
But since she delivered her ultimatum, the threat of losing her love had been hanging over my head like the sword of Damocles.
Now I couldn’t believe it, I was off the hook; I no longer had to curb my appetites, as there was no apparent consequence to my actions.
So could I relax? Did I have to change? And if I didn’t have to change, could I change.
Well the lack of apparent consequences resulted in my treating myself to some Halloween over indulgence.
Following on from my Halloween hat trick with Jen on Saturday night I got to have her best friend Ellie on Halloween itself.
Traditionally it has never been my favourite holiday, as the Americans would say, however, never before have I been able to enjoy two such choice candies as Jenny and Emily, who certainly both did the trick and were a real treat.
I didn’t know it at the time but that Halloween was the last time I would get to enjoy the pleasures of Jenny Smithson though the little witch Emily Gomez would remain a frequent flyer.
But after having Emily I’m not sure I didn’t feel guiltier with the ultimatum suspended and not being under scrutiny, than I did when I was under threat.
Of course I always felt guilty after such lustful interactions, and this occasion was no different, and I always swore to myself not to do it again, again this time was no different.
But at the time, I perform my philandering betrayals without a second thought for the woman I love, and love her I most certainly do.
But with every pleasure there is a pain I just haven’t felt it yet.
So after mulling over everything for the umpteenth time I had decided that I would treat the temporary separation as an amnesty.
I could spend the next two months shagging everything with a pulse and I wouldn’t have to worry.
I wouldn’t be seeing Georgia so I wouldn’t have to lie to her so
I could do what I wanted or who I wanted between Halloween and Christmas
But I decided that I would not go looking for crumpet, I would not frequent pick up places, I would not hunt for wenches, but if some suitable choice titbits fell across my path who were in playful mood they would be considered fare game and sin free.
I made this decision knowing full well that the chance of me getting to Christmas with my balls dry was remote at best.
There were always opportunities of available skirt come December or put another way there were always plenty of chances to come in December with the available skirt.
Then in January it would be a case of New Year new me.
So with my old chap still tingling at the thought of my Halloween recollections I thought to myself.
“I hope Guy Fawkes Night goes with as big a bang as Halloween”
Since I first transcribed Gerald Overend’s tapes I had rather let things slip it was now the first day of November and a month had elapsed since the grieving widow entrusted the tapes to me.
So I determined my task for November was to begin in earnest my efforts to fulfil my promise to Eleanor.
I had already roughly transcribed the tapes a month earlier and now decided to choose one story and hone it into a something that was as credible and colourful as Gerald’s spoken words, and yet suitable for publication.
It was the first piece I had written for some considerable time that was not tantamount to pornography.
I spent considerably more time on this one story that I ever did on my own creations and when it was edited and polished I emailed it to my publisher Gordon Bramstock.
Gay Gordon replied later that day to say he enjoyed the story very much but it wasn’t something he was interested in, he preferred more salacious material, however he did give me the names of three publishers who might be interested.
So I called my agent Lionel Blum intending to put him to work, but he was meeting another client in Godalming so I left him a voice mail.
When he returned my call we arranged to meet for a drink in Guildford the next day.
As I walked towards the station, I checked my watch and found I had plenty of time to call in to Mahajak’s, the village shop and see the lovely Shulah.
The shop was owned and run by Omid although it was his young wife Shulah and her Aunt Anjuli who did all the work.
He was a surly old goat and old enough to be her father in fact he was old enough to be my father.
Shulah and her Aunt though were both lovely, Shushu was a few years younger than me, tall and slim but her thick back-combed hair made her look even taller.
She was a Skinny girl but not in a boney way she just had a skinny frame I was sure she would be extremely flexible in the clinches.
Her eyes were big and almost black and she had a huge toothy smile, which lit up the whole shop if not the village.
The rest of her figure was concealed beneath a loose fitting robe affair, but I knew what pert little breasts she had hidden under there after a close encounter in the unisex changing room at the swimming pool, where I had a delightful taster of what might be, when my hands explored inside her costume.
I had hopes that I might become better acquainted with her treasures.
I have always flirted dreadfully with her and her aunt and they always flirted back.
That day was no exception Shula was in the shop I brushed passed her very closely.
“Morning Shula” I said and she instantly got very flustered
“Oh, oh, good morning Simon” she said and moved awkwardly to the counter
“Hello Anjuli” I said to her aunt who blushed and giggled
As usual when it came time to pay, on this occasion for a newspaper, there was a lingering exchange where our hands almost touched but didn’t quite but then I caressed her hand with my thumb and brushed my fingertips against hers and she smiled a broad toothy smile and blushed.
“Bye Shushu” I said and winked at her and turned and walked away to catch my train.
When I was on the train Lionel rang me and said he would pick me up at the station.
We found a nice pub in Godalming and over a drink I explained what I wanted to do, but I made it perfectly clear that he would only get half his normal commission, as the proceeds would be going to charity.
Despite his having to take a cut in commission he cheerfully agreed.
I got home mid afternoon and had just sat down with a drink when the phone rang.
I was a little fed up, it was like they knew, as if there was a sensor in the chair and as soon as my arse hit the cushion the phone would ring or the doorbell would sound, it was a conspiracy.
“Hello” I said abruptly
“Hello Simon” said a hoarse voice “its Laura”
It’s just as well she clarified because I would never have recognised her voice.
My initial anger at being disturbed melted away when I realised Laura had the flu.
“Hello Laura” I said, “you don’t sound too good”
“It’s the flu I’m afraid” Laura said, “Could I ask a favour”?
“Of course” I replied
“Geoff has to work late and the twins are desperate to see the firework display tonight”
“And you would like me to take them”? I interrupted
“Would you?” she said
“What time would you like me?”
I picked the girls up at six and Laura couldn’t thank me enough for stepping in.
Lisa and Julie were incredibly excited in that way that only eight-year-old girls can be.
The firework display was to take place in long field, which ran between the railway line and the main road on the other side of the tracks from the village proper.
Apart from the fireworks and the obligatory bonfire, there were also the usual assortments of amusements, darts, shooting galleries, bingo that kind of thing. And I think the girls where looking forward to them as much as fireworks themselves.
By the time we had to take up position for the display they had both won something on their own and I had won them both a cuddly toy on the shooting gallery when we decided there was just time for one more hotdog before the fireworks.
By the time it was all over, between the games and the food I was pretty much cleaned out.
But I hadn’t had that much fun with my clothes on for a good long while so it was worth every penny.
I had taken some good shots of the pair of them on my phone playing various amusements and they took some of me and I got them to send them to Georgia.
With the smoke from the display still thick in the air I walked the twins to their house and as we were approaching, the front door opened and Geoff was standing there waiting.
“Dad, Dad” they cried running up the drive “look what we’ve got”
I didn’t know where they got the energy from but I was knackered but eventually the excited twins went inside
“Don’t wake mum” Geoffrey called to them before turning to me and shaking my hand
“Thank you so much Simon, Laura really isn’t well”
“It was a pleasure” I said “I’ve really enjoyed myself, and I’m not just saying that”
“Will you come in for nip?” he asked
“I won’t if you don’t mind, I’m shattered” I replied
“Another time then” Geoff said
I wondered on my way home if I should have gone in for that drink, when I thought about it I was left with the impression he may have wanted to talk about something.
Just as I was walking past the station and I had resolved to pop round for a chat with him over the next few days I noticed the lights from Mahajak’s village store.
As I got close I was delighted to see the lovely Shula closing up and Geoff somehow faded from my thoughts.
“Hello Shushu” I called as I approached
“Oh Simon” she said flustered, not quite knowing what to do or where to look.
“Where is everyone?” I asked, I knew Omid was in hospital though I didn’t know why
“Anjuli is visiting Omid at the hospital and I let Maisie finish early to see the fireworks” Shula said, “she works very hard, so I’m closing up on my own tonight”
“Let me help” I offered
“Thank you Simon,” she said smiling coyly
Between the two of us we soon made light work of it and when the last stack of plastic goods went in through the door I stood in the doorway and said
“Well that’s everything”
“Thank you Simon” she said and beamed a beautiful smile
“If there’s nothing else to do I’ll be going” I said and the smile left her face
“No, no” she said “come in, come in”
And she pushed me forcefully aside so she could close the door
“You must have a hot drink” she insisted, “You must be very cold, come, come”
This was a side of her I had never seen.
She led me behind the counter and through the bead curtain to the inner sanctum, which consisted of a small kitchen and a sitting room with two armchairs on one side and piles of boxes on the other, a rather dull and dingy place to be perfectly honest though brightened considerably by the lovely Shula who was at the sink filling the kettle.
I didn’t think she wanted a hot drink anymore than I did so I walked up behind her and put my hands where I approximated her waist to be and breathed in her perfume as I kissed her ear and neck
“Oh Simon” she sighed
I was standing so close behind her that her pert buttocks were pressed against me
“I don’t really want a hot drink,” I said
“Ok” she said and put the kettle down before turning to face me
“Perhaps you would like a soft drink or a beer” she suggested
I ignored her and before she could speak again I kissed her and the moment my lips touched hers she locked onto my mouth like a limpet and her arms gripped me around the neck like a bear trap.
It was a warm liquid kiss with hot tongues of passion.
My hands caressed up and down her skinny frame repeatedly searching the landscape for obstacles before both hands ended up on her tight little buttocks.
I had often perused Shula and her garb, which appeared to be seamless and attached in someway to her lower legs. I had absolutely no expertise of the kind of garment she was wearing and I didn’t know my way in so I maneuvered her towards one of the armchairs and as I sat down I pulled her down with me,
Because she was so tall her head was above me, kissing down into my mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of mine, lips still locked limpet like on mine, nostrils snorting in air.
I now had one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist which I slid slowly up to her breast; she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as I fondled her titty through the fabric of her robes and the bra beneath and the moment my palm cupped her plump fruit our mouths disengaged briefly and she gave me a toothy smile before locking onto me again.
I fondled her little tit for a few minutes, which felt really nice but I wanted more.
So my hand left her breast and went slowly down to her thigh and knowing what was coming she wrapped her arms tightly around me and buried her face in my neck.
Her body stiffened as my hand progressed but she didn’t resist or halt my progress as my hand disappeared inside the folds of her robes between her thighs I could feel her firm thigh through the cloth before I moved quickly upward until I could feel her prominent mound then I slid my finger down and frigged her roughly through the fabric and she let out a little “Hmmm” of pleasure at my touch.
But abruptly sat upright, before reaching down to the hem of her robe and after a few moments grabbed handfuls of cloth and dragged it up to her now naked knees.
Shula looked at me and smiled coyly before nuzzling my neck again.
I moved my playful hand down from the seat of her heat to her naked knees and her body stiffened as my hand progressed up her inner thigh.
My fingers then disappeared beneath the massed folds of her robe until they reached the top of her thigh.
She squirmed on my lap and murmured as I entered her panties and my fingers were amongst the coarse hair of her Minge.
She moaned softly as they explored her bush and dallied on her prominent mound and when my digits descended into to the abyss of her creamy cunny she let out a hoary growl as I fingered her hot syrupy slit and stimulated her clit she let out a little
“Ohhhhhh” of pleasure at my touch and grabbed a cushion to bury her face in to stifle any further exclamation, of which there would be many so I stopped stroking her gorgeous wet pussy and took the cushion from her and discarded it.
She looked startled
“I want to hear every sound you make Shushu” I said and kissed her
“Every moan and murmur”
Then she looked at me and smiled as I resumed stroking her juicy cunny I looked at her face and delighted at every moan and grunt she made as each stoke of her clit brought her closer and closer to orgasm until finally she screamed out as she came beneath my touch, so loud that even the cushion wouldn’t have suppressed it,
Her thigh’s closed on my hand at the point of climax trapping my hand but my fingers were still between her lips and I stroked her clit again and again and her thighs opened and closed on my hand then she screamed again and kissed me on the mouth.
Then with no hint of the shyness she showed earlier she stood up and taking my hand almost dragged me towards the stairs.
I paused briefly on the bottom stair
“Are you sure?” I asked knowing the answer
“Yes, yes, yes” she said through gritted teeth and began pulling me up stairs
I followed her up the stairs at pace and on arriving in the upstairs accommodation I was struck with the luxurious contrast from the downstairs, but my mind didn’t dwell on the decor as all the blood from my brain had long since journeyed to my cock.
Shula continued dragging me until we were in her bedroom and after a quick glance at the double divan I determined it to be the marital bed.
Now a philanderer I might be and I may also occasionally shag married women but I do have standards and I never do it in the husband’s bed.
At that precise moment the massed folds of cloth that had prior to that moment cloaked her skinny frame dropped to the floor leaving her wearing only a white bra and panties, sandals and a crucifix around her neck.
And I thought what the hell it’s not a hard and fast rule,
I stared at the white of her underwear and marveled as it showed in stark contrast with her chocolate coloured skin
At that moment Shula's slim fingers reached up to unfasten the catch on her bra and my hands reached around to replace the lace and cupped her beautiful chocolate confections.
And as my hand groped her naked breasts and played with her hardening nipples I kissed her neck and as I looked down I could see them quivering before my libidinous eyes like little brown muffins topped by the now swollen dark chocolate nipples.
When I began tiring of her titties I let one hand drift down her belly and I slipped my fingers under the waistband of knickers and bypassing her substantial thicket I began frigging her juicy pussy once more and before long as her legs began to buckle she screamed again as she climaxed.
Shula turned around and kissed me and rubbed the lump in my trousers with her long boney fingers.
I started undoing my belt and she stepped back and stood licking her lips as she watched.
“Knickers off Shushu” I told her and she complied immediately without a second thought and no hint of shyness and then she resumed her libidinous sentry duty.
I let my trousers drop to the ground and then pulled my pants down to expose my swollen cock and she stared at it with her big black eyes as she sat down on the bed and as I pulled on my shaft to expose my purple helmet they almost popped out of her head.
I quickly removed the rest of my clothes and she eyed me up and down appraising what she was about to receive.
“Are you ready?” I asked and she just nodded wide-eyed and open mouthed
I did think about slipping my cock into her half open mouth but I was ready to go and we could save that for another day.
So instead I leant down and slipped my tongue into her mouth instead and as we kissed I picked her up and then threw her gently onto the middle of the bed and before she’d finished bouncing I was there between her skinny legs and pausing for just a second to push her skinny thighs further apart my cock was inside her.
And she was blissfully tight and I thought as I thrust into her up to my balls that Omid must be hung like a mouse not to have stretched her pussy by now but I wasn’t complaining.
Shula was loving every stroke and she made no attempt to stifle or muffle the grateful moans and screams.
I raised my torso up so I could look at her gorgeous body writhing beneath me.
Her head thrashed from side to side but this did not distract me from staring at Shushu’s tits separated by her crucifix, which rolled back and forth in synch.
Her big black eyes never left my naked torso until I raised my self up higher so I could look down at her wild black bush and she lifted her head off the pillow to watch my pink prick repeatedly penetrating her tight brown pussy.
Then she looked at me and smiled but I knew I had to finish her with my shaft very soon because Aunt Anjuli would soon return from the hospital.
So I mercilessly pumped on her faster and faster until I couldn’t tell when one moan ended and the next began until she let out one almighty scream as she came and then two more stokes and I release my hot load into her.
As I was dressing I watched as she redressed her lovely body in her white robe, the fullness of her titties hard to disguise and her chocolate nipples were clearly visible thought the fabric.
When we were back downstairs in the shop we had an affectionate farewell kiss and I had another good grope of her tits.
“No more” Shula gave me a playful slap and said “tomorrow” which was both a statement and a question
We kissed once more before I opened the door and headed home.
I had only gone about fifty yards when a taxi passed me with Anjuli in the back.
“That was close,” I said out loud
The fact that Georgia wouldn’t be home until Christmas and we had agreed to keep contact to a minimum meant no lies and no broken promises.
All the time Georgia and I had been together, in fact ever since she set her cap at me back in May she had me heart and soul exclusively but not so my body.
But since she delivered her ultimatum, the threat of losing her love had been hanging over my head like the sword of Damocles.
Now I couldn’t believe it, I was off the hook; I no longer had to curb my appetites, as there was no apparent consequence to my actions.
So could I relax? Did I have to change? And if I didn’t have to change, could I change.
Well the lack of apparent consequences resulted in my treating myself to some Halloween over indulgence.
Following on from my Halloween hat trick with Jen on Saturday night I got to have her best friend Ellie on Halloween itself.
Traditionally it has never been my favourite holiday, as the Americans would say, however, never before have I been able to enjoy two such choice candies as Jenny and Emily, who certainly both did the trick and were a real treat.
I didn’t know it at the time but that Halloween was the last time I would get to enjoy the pleasures of Jenny Smithson though the little witch Emily Gomez would remain a frequent flyer.
But after having Emily I’m not sure I didn’t feel guiltier with the ultimatum suspended and not being under scrutiny, than I did when I was under threat.
Of course I always felt guilty after such lustful interactions, and this occasion was no different, and I always swore to myself not to do it again, again this time was no different.
But at the time, I perform my philandering betrayals without a second thought for the woman I love, and love her I most certainly do.
But with every pleasure there is a pain I just haven’t felt it yet.
So after mulling over everything for the umpteenth time I had decided that I would treat the temporary separation as an amnesty.
I could spend the next two months shagging everything with a pulse and I wouldn’t have to worry.
I wouldn’t be seeing Georgia so I wouldn’t have to lie to her so
I could do what I wanted or who I wanted between Halloween and Christmas
But I decided that I would not go looking for crumpet, I would not frequent pick up places, I would not hunt for wenches, but if some suitable choice titbits fell across my path who were in playful mood they would be considered fare game and sin free.
I made this decision knowing full well that the chance of me getting to Christmas with my balls dry was remote at best.
There were always opportunities of available skirt come December or put another way there were always plenty of chances to come in December with the available skirt.
Then in January it would be a case of New Year new me.
So with my old chap still tingling at the thought of my Halloween recollections I thought to myself.
“I hope Guy Fawkes Night goes with as big a bang as Halloween”
Since I first transcribed Gerald Overend’s tapes I had rather let things slip it was now the first day of November and a month had elapsed since the grieving widow entrusted the tapes to me.
So I determined my task for November was to begin in earnest my efforts to fulfil my promise to Eleanor.
I had already roughly transcribed the tapes a month earlier and now decided to choose one story and hone it into a something that was as credible and colourful as Gerald’s spoken words, and yet suitable for publication.
It was the first piece I had written for some considerable time that was not tantamount to pornography.
I spent considerably more time on this one story that I ever did on my own creations and when it was edited and polished I emailed it to my publisher Gordon Bramstock.
Gay Gordon replied later that day to say he enjoyed the story very much but it wasn’t something he was interested in, he preferred more salacious material, however he did give me the names of three publishers who might be interested.
So I called my agent Lionel Blum intending to put him to work, but he was meeting another client in Godalming so I left him a voice mail.
When he returned my call we arranged to meet for a drink in Guildford the next day.
As I walked towards the station, I checked my watch and found I had plenty of time to call in to Mahajak’s, the village shop and see the lovely Shulah.
The shop was owned and run by Omid although it was his young wife Shulah and her Aunt Anjuli who did all the work.
He was a surly old goat and old enough to be her father in fact he was old enough to be my father.
Shulah and her Aunt though were both lovely, Shushu was a few years younger than me, tall and slim but her thick back-combed hair made her look even taller.
She was a Skinny girl but not in a boney way she just had a skinny frame I was sure she would be extremely flexible in the clinches.
Her eyes were big and almost black and she had a huge toothy smile, which lit up the whole shop if not the village.
The rest of her figure was concealed beneath a loose fitting robe affair, but I knew what pert little breasts she had hidden under there after a close encounter in the unisex changing room at the swimming pool, where I had a delightful taster of what might be, when my hands explored inside her costume.
I had hopes that I might become better acquainted with her treasures.
I have always flirted dreadfully with her and her aunt and they always flirted back.
That day was no exception Shula was in the shop I brushed passed her very closely.
“Morning Shula” I said and she instantly got very flustered
“Oh, oh, good morning Simon” she said and moved awkwardly to the counter
“Hello Anjuli” I said to her aunt who blushed and giggled
As usual when it came time to pay, on this occasion for a newspaper, there was a lingering exchange where our hands almost touched but didn’t quite but then I caressed her hand with my thumb and brushed my fingertips against hers and she smiled a broad toothy smile and blushed.
“Bye Shushu” I said and winked at her and turned and walked away to catch my train.
When I was on the train Lionel rang me and said he would pick me up at the station.
We found a nice pub in Godalming and over a drink I explained what I wanted to do, but I made it perfectly clear that he would only get half his normal commission, as the proceeds would be going to charity.
Despite his having to take a cut in commission he cheerfully agreed.
I got home mid afternoon and had just sat down with a drink when the phone rang.
I was a little fed up, it was like they knew, as if there was a sensor in the chair and as soon as my arse hit the cushion the phone would ring or the doorbell would sound, it was a conspiracy.
“Hello” I said abruptly
“Hello Simon” said a hoarse voice “its Laura”
It’s just as well she clarified because I would never have recognised her voice.
My initial anger at being disturbed melted away when I realised Laura had the flu.
“Hello Laura” I said, “you don’t sound too good”
“It’s the flu I’m afraid” Laura said, “Could I ask a favour”?
“Of course” I replied
“Geoff has to work late and the twins are desperate to see the firework display tonight”
“And you would like me to take them”? I interrupted
“Would you?” she said
“What time would you like me?”
I picked the girls up at six and Laura couldn’t thank me enough for stepping in.
Lisa and Julie were incredibly excited in that way that only eight-year-old girls can be.
The firework display was to take place in long field, which ran between the railway line and the main road on the other side of the tracks from the village proper.
Apart from the fireworks and the obligatory bonfire, there were also the usual assortments of amusements, darts, shooting galleries, bingo that kind of thing. And I think the girls where looking forward to them as much as fireworks themselves.
By the time we had to take up position for the display they had both won something on their own and I had won them both a cuddly toy on the shooting gallery when we decided there was just time for one more hotdog before the fireworks.
By the time it was all over, between the games and the food I was pretty much cleaned out.
But I hadn’t had that much fun with my clothes on for a good long while so it was worth every penny.
I had taken some good shots of the pair of them on my phone playing various amusements and they took some of me and I got them to send them to Georgia.
With the smoke from the display still thick in the air I walked the twins to their house and as we were approaching, the front door opened and Geoff was standing there waiting.
“Dad, Dad” they cried running up the drive “look what we’ve got”
I didn’t know where they got the energy from but I was knackered but eventually the excited twins went inside
“Don’t wake mum” Geoffrey called to them before turning to me and shaking my hand
“Thank you so much Simon, Laura really isn’t well”
“It was a pleasure” I said “I’ve really enjoyed myself, and I’m not just saying that”
“Will you come in for nip?” he asked
“I won’t if you don’t mind, I’m shattered” I replied
“Another time then” Geoff said
I wondered on my way home if I should have gone in for that drink, when I thought about it I was left with the impression he may have wanted to talk about something.
Just as I was walking past the station and I had resolved to pop round for a chat with him over the next few days I noticed the lights from Mahajak’s village store.
As I got close I was delighted to see the lovely Shula closing up and Geoff somehow faded from my thoughts.
“Hello Shushu” I called as I approached
“Oh Simon” she said flustered, not quite knowing what to do or where to look.
“Where is everyone?” I asked, I knew Omid was in hospital though I didn’t know why
“Anjuli is visiting Omid at the hospital and I let Maisie finish early to see the fireworks” Shula said, “she works very hard, so I’m closing up on my own tonight”
“Let me help” I offered
“Thank you Simon,” she said smiling coyly
Between the two of us we soon made light work of it and when the last stack of plastic goods went in through the door I stood in the doorway and said
“Well that’s everything”
“Thank you Simon” she said and beamed a beautiful smile
“If there’s nothing else to do I’ll be going” I said and the smile left her face
“No, no” she said “come in, come in”
And she pushed me forcefully aside so she could close the door
“You must have a hot drink” she insisted, “You must be very cold, come, come”
This was a side of her I had never seen.
She led me behind the counter and through the bead curtain to the inner sanctum, which consisted of a small kitchen and a sitting room with two armchairs on one side and piles of boxes on the other, a rather dull and dingy place to be perfectly honest though brightened considerably by the lovely Shula who was at the sink filling the kettle.
I didn’t think she wanted a hot drink anymore than I did so I walked up behind her and put my hands where I approximated her waist to be and breathed in her perfume as I kissed her ear and neck
“Oh Simon” she sighed
I was standing so close behind her that her pert buttocks were pressed against me
“I don’t really want a hot drink,” I said
“Ok” she said and put the kettle down before turning to face me
“Perhaps you would like a soft drink or a beer” she suggested
I ignored her and before she could speak again I kissed her and the moment my lips touched hers she locked onto my mouth like a limpet and her arms gripped me around the neck like a bear trap.
It was a warm liquid kiss with hot tongues of passion.
My hands caressed up and down her skinny frame repeatedly searching the landscape for obstacles before both hands ended up on her tight little buttocks.
I had often perused Shula and her garb, which appeared to be seamless and attached in someway to her lower legs. I had absolutely no expertise of the kind of garment she was wearing and I didn’t know my way in so I maneuvered her towards one of the armchairs and as I sat down I pulled her down with me,
Because she was so tall her head was above me, kissing down into my mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of mine, lips still locked limpet like on mine, nostrils snorting in air.
I now had one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist which I slid slowly up to her breast; she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as I fondled her titty through the fabric of her robes and the bra beneath and the moment my palm cupped her plump fruit our mouths disengaged briefly and she gave me a toothy smile before locking onto me again.
I fondled her little tit for a few minutes, which felt really nice but I wanted more.
So my hand left her breast and went slowly down to her thigh and knowing what was coming she wrapped her arms tightly around me and buried her face in my neck.
Her body stiffened as my hand progressed but she didn’t resist or halt my progress as my hand disappeared inside the folds of her robes between her thighs I could feel her firm thigh through the cloth before I moved quickly upward until I could feel her prominent mound then I slid my finger down and frigged her roughly through the fabric and she let out a little “Hmmm” of pleasure at my touch.
But abruptly sat upright, before reaching down to the hem of her robe and after a few moments grabbed handfuls of cloth and dragged it up to her now naked knees.
Shula looked at me and smiled coyly before nuzzling my neck again.
I moved my playful hand down from the seat of her heat to her naked knees and her body stiffened as my hand progressed up her inner thigh.
My fingers then disappeared beneath the massed folds of her robe until they reached the top of her thigh.
She squirmed on my lap and murmured as I entered her panties and my fingers were amongst the coarse hair of her Minge.
She moaned softly as they explored her bush and dallied on her prominent mound and when my digits descended into to the abyss of her creamy cunny she let out a hoary growl as I fingered her hot syrupy slit and stimulated her clit she let out a little
“Ohhhhhh” of pleasure at my touch and grabbed a cushion to bury her face in to stifle any further exclamation, of which there would be many so I stopped stroking her gorgeous wet pussy and took the cushion from her and discarded it.
She looked startled
“I want to hear every sound you make Shushu” I said and kissed her
“Every moan and murmur”
Then she looked at me and smiled as I resumed stroking her juicy cunny I looked at her face and delighted at every moan and grunt she made as each stoke of her clit brought her closer and closer to orgasm until finally she screamed out as she came beneath my touch, so loud that even the cushion wouldn’t have suppressed it,
Her thigh’s closed on my hand at the point of climax trapping my hand but my fingers were still between her lips and I stroked her clit again and again and her thighs opened and closed on my hand then she screamed again and kissed me on the mouth.
Then with no hint of the shyness she showed earlier she stood up and taking my hand almost dragged me towards the stairs.
I paused briefly on the bottom stair
“Are you sure?” I asked knowing the answer
“Yes, yes, yes” she said through gritted teeth and began pulling me up stairs
I followed her up the stairs at pace and on arriving in the upstairs accommodation I was struck with the luxurious contrast from the downstairs, but my mind didn’t dwell on the decor as all the blood from my brain had long since journeyed to my cock.
Shula continued dragging me until we were in her bedroom and after a quick glance at the double divan I determined it to be the marital bed.
Now a philanderer I might be and I may also occasionally shag married women but I do have standards and I never do it in the husband’s bed.
At that precise moment the massed folds of cloth that had prior to that moment cloaked her skinny frame dropped to the floor leaving her wearing only a white bra and panties, sandals and a crucifix around her neck.
And I thought what the hell it’s not a hard and fast rule,
I stared at the white of her underwear and marveled as it showed in stark contrast with her chocolate coloured skin
At that moment Shula's slim fingers reached up to unfasten the catch on her bra and my hands reached around to replace the lace and cupped her beautiful chocolate confections.
And as my hand groped her naked breasts and played with her hardening nipples I kissed her neck and as I looked down I could see them quivering before my libidinous eyes like little brown muffins topped by the now swollen dark chocolate nipples.
When I began tiring of her titties I let one hand drift down her belly and I slipped my fingers under the waistband of knickers and bypassing her substantial thicket I began frigging her juicy pussy once more and before long as her legs began to buckle she screamed again as she climaxed.
Shula turned around and kissed me and rubbed the lump in my trousers with her long boney fingers.
I started undoing my belt and she stepped back and stood licking her lips as she watched.
“Knickers off Shushu” I told her and she complied immediately without a second thought and no hint of shyness and then she resumed her libidinous sentry duty.
I let my trousers drop to the ground and then pulled my pants down to expose my swollen cock and she stared at it with her big black eyes as she sat down on the bed and as I pulled on my shaft to expose my purple helmet they almost popped out of her head.
I quickly removed the rest of my clothes and she eyed me up and down appraising what she was about to receive.
“Are you ready?” I asked and she just nodded wide-eyed and open mouthed
I did think about slipping my cock into her half open mouth but I was ready to go and we could save that for another day.
So instead I leant down and slipped my tongue into her mouth instead and as we kissed I picked her up and then threw her gently onto the middle of the bed and before she’d finished bouncing I was there between her skinny legs and pausing for just a second to push her skinny thighs further apart my cock was inside her.
And she was blissfully tight and I thought as I thrust into her up to my balls that Omid must be hung like a mouse not to have stretched her pussy by now but I wasn’t complaining.
Shula was loving every stroke and she made no attempt to stifle or muffle the grateful moans and screams.
I raised my torso up so I could look at her gorgeous body writhing beneath me.
Her head thrashed from side to side but this did not distract me from staring at Shushu’s tits separated by her crucifix, which rolled back and forth in synch.
Her big black eyes never left my naked torso until I raised my self up higher so I could look down at her wild black bush and she lifted her head off the pillow to watch my pink prick repeatedly penetrating her tight brown pussy.
Then she looked at me and smiled but I knew I had to finish her with my shaft very soon because Aunt Anjuli would soon return from the hospital.
So I mercilessly pumped on her faster and faster until I couldn’t tell when one moan ended and the next began until she let out one almighty scream as she came and then two more stokes and I release my hot load into her.
As I was dressing I watched as she redressed her lovely body in her white robe, the fullness of her titties hard to disguise and her chocolate nipples were clearly visible thought the fabric.
When we were back downstairs in the shop we had an affectionate farewell kiss and I had another good grope of her tits.
“No more” Shula gave me a playful slap and said “tomorrow” which was both a statement and a question
We kissed once more before I opened the door and headed home.
I had only gone about fifty yards when a taxi passed me with Anjuli in the back.
“That was close,” I said out loud
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