(Part One)
For Mother’s Day Freya had bought a three day, all-inclusive spa break for her mum, plus one, at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel.
Because she knew her mum would never go to a place like that on her own.
But her mum insisted she wanted to go with Freya, so they could spend some quality time together doing girls stuff.
Well that wasn’t the kind of thing Freya had in mind, it wasn’t her kind of thing at all.
The new Freya wasn’t the rest and relaxation detox kind of girl.
She was more of a burning the candle at both ends toxing her socks off kind of girl.
So it was with some trepidation that she agreed to accompany her mum.
In order to get the best possible deal she had booked a midweek mini break, she was a nurse after all, so money didn’t grow on trees.
Pale skinned, strawberry blonde, Freya was five foot nothing and whippet thin and her mother was just an older version of her daughter.
When they arrived Freya was not in the best of spirits.
To her mind there were much more enjoyable ways of spending her days off than babysitting her mother.
As much as she loved her she wasn’t exactly the type of company she was interested in.
But she resolved to make the best of it and try to get her monies worth.
They were greeted in reception by a very attractive specimen of a man and her spirits rose.
He was over six feet tall, lean and muscular, very good looking and well groomed, he was manicured and pedicured, toned, tanned and smelt like a perfume counter.
Naturally Freya marked him down as gay.
"Good morning ladies" he said with the faintest hint of a French accent.
"Good morning" they replied
"We have a booking in the name of St David" Freya said
"Ah the St David sisters" he said
"You know very well we're not sisters you cheeky boy" Mrs St David said in a style something akin to a Carry on movie.
"You're not sisters?" he asked feigning surprise
"Mother and daughter" she said
"And which one are you Mademoiselle” he said and kissed her hand
"Cheeky" she said and blushed
Freya didn’t contribute to the converse but continued her appraisal of the man and concluded what a waste it was for him to play for the other side.
When the Oscar Wilde capers were over and done with they managed to get themselves checked in and it was while her mum was signing in that Freya caught him at the back doing some appraising of his own, of her and her mother,
"When you have settled into your room I will give you a tour of the facilities" he said "Shall we say on the terrace in 30 minutes?"
"That will be fine" Freya said
“Of course with your lovely pale skin you two will need to stay in the shadows” He said.
Freya smiled and her mum blushed at the compliment.
According to his name badge his name was Claude and he was very handsome and she thought things might well be looking up.
“You can check my skin anytime” Freya said
“I’ll bare that in mind” he said
“You’re a terrible flirt Frey” mum said
“I know” she said, although she wasn’t flirting she was advertising.
(Part Two)
During the first two days Freya and Joy had a great time using the facilities and enjoyed the full range of what was on offer, fitness classes, a gym, rock sauna, infra-red sauna, aroma steam room, ice fountain, drench showers, Jacuzzi, a Romanesque pool, Reflexology, facials, scalp massage, hand massage, Manicure and Pedicure you name it they had it.
But by the end of day two Freya was tenser than before she began because all the relaxing activities had left her as horny as hell.
After they had dinner together Joy went off to bed as she was exhausted and Freya went off to the Gym to try and relieve some of her sexual tension.
After an hour she realised it wasn’t working so she decided to have a swim before turning in.
While she was swimming Freya noticed she was not alone, and wondered what it was that brought them to pool.
She swam another two lengths and then got out but as she reached the entrance to the changing rooms her companion spoke.
“I see you’ve kept out of the sun” Claude said as he exited the pool.
“Yes” she replied “I always do as I’m told”
“Really?” Claude said
“So have you finished for the day?” she asked hopefully
“No” he replied “but I don’t have any clients at the moment”
“For what?” Freya asked
“Massage” he replied
“You can do me if you like” she offered hoping he would take it the right way.
“Ok” he agreed
He led her into a cubicle and said
“Lie down on the table while I warm the oil”
Freya let the towel fall from her shoulders and kicked it aside once it hit the floor.
Then she untied the halter behind her neck and brazenly let the front fall away exposing her small breasts with their pink nipples clearly aroused.
Freya completed her undress and stood before him, her white flesh flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.
But Claude’s eyes fell upon the shock of hair forming the delightful ginger triangle.
Eventually Freya climbed onto the table and lay face down on the towel Claude had prepared.
He applied the oil and began to rub it into her pale skin
“That feels nice” she said
“Only nice?” he asked “The hot oil and my light touch should be better than nice”
“Hmmm” she responded as he applied more pressure
“This is what I call a Relaxation massage” he said
“Hmmm” she responded again as he worked the muscles in her thighs.
“What’s that called?” she asked
“Tension release" Claude replied
Then he kneaded her plump little buttocks and slid his thumbs downward
“Oh god” Freya said “What’s that called”
“Labial massage” he assured her before his fingers parted her lips and she gasped
“Oooh I know what that’s called” she moaned
He pushed her legs slightly apart and slipped his fingertips into her moistness and Freya responded vociferously as she let out a series of low muffled moans as his fingers worked at her.
Then he pushed her thighs wide open until she was completely accessible to him and she squirmed in response to his touch.
She was so distracted by his attention that she didn’t notice him climb on the table.
Finally Claude grasped her hips firmly and said
“And this is called splitting the cicada”
And penetrated her.
“Oh yes” she said
When they had finished he climbed off her
“That was bloody marvelous” Freya panted
“You should advertise that on the website”
“No” Claude said “it will have to be our secret”
“In that case” Freya said rolling onto her back
“You’d better show me some more of your repertoire”
Tuesday 31 January 2017
Monday 30 January 2017
Freya St David, 06 – Goddess of the Valkyries
(Part One)
Freya St David was a pretty nurse, slender and pale with strawberry coloured hair and stood barely five feet tall.
She was a district nurse and on that particular day her final call was on the fifteenth floor of a tower block called Gladstone court.
The lift wasn’t working again and so by the time she had climbed the stairs her pale skin was very flushed.
Freya was twenty seven years old but looked much younger and she was a first class flirt.
But flirting was as far as she went until she found out that all the time she was being faithful to her boyfriend he was shagging her best friend.
From that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.
Her patient that day was Ben Lewis, a sergeant in The Downshire Light Infantry.
He had been severely wounded by an IAD in Afghanistan his left leg had gone below the knee and his right just above.
His physical wounds had all but healed but that wasn’t where his problems lay.
Freya’s job was to manage his medication and massage what remained of his legs or more accurately his stumps.
Freya knocked on the door and a moment or so later Mrs Lewis, the patient’s mother answered the door.
“Hello dear” she said
“Hello Mrs Lewis” Freya said “How’s the patient today?”
“The same” she said blankly “I don’t know how to help him”
“Just be supportive” Freya said
“It’s hard though dear” she said putting on her coat and going to the foot of the stairs.
“Ben! The nurse is here” she shouted up the stairs “the pretty one with the strawberry hair”
Freya smiled and Mrs Lewis said
“You can go up when you’re ready, I need to do some shopping”
The Taliban may have been responsible for taking his legs but Bens other problems were of his own making.
It was no wonder his mother was so exasperated as his self-esteem had been blown away along with his legs in fact it was less than zero as he never ventured out of his room and he hid from the world.
He drove his fiancé Karen away because he thought she was only staying with him out of pity, which she wasn’t.
Freya walked up the stairs and found Ben lying on his bed with his eyes closed as if he’d fallen asleep in front of the TV and he never stirred even when Freya knocked on the door.
She knew he was awake, it was a game he played pretending to sleep and so as not having to engage in any kind of conversation.
“Hello Ben” she said but there was no response.
“So we’re playing that game again are we?” she said
“Very well if that’s what you want”
Having had to walk up 15 flights of stairs she was in no mood to take any shit.
She pulled back the covers roughly to expose his mutilations and she noticed his body tense.
As usual he was only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of army green boxer shorts.
She opened her bag and took out a tube of bio oil and began to massage it into the skin on his stumps and thighs.
She continued to chat to him all the while she was massaging him even though she got no response.
Well not verbally anyway, what she got in answer to her ministrations was a twitching in his boxers.
Freya had not elicited that reaction on previous visits as far as she could recollect, she had no idea why on that occasion the sergeants little soldier should decide to stir.
(Part Two)
Having managed through her massage to elicit an unanticipated erection Freya thought, for purely medicinal reasons only and for the welfare of the patient, she should take advantage of the unexpected arousal.
She continued her massage and allowed her fingers to go ever further along his thigh until finally her hand went all the way up the leg of his boxers and grasped the source of twitching.
Ben tensed again as she began tugging roughly on his shaft and by her ministrations she teased it to full erection.
Ben still lay with his eyes closed but the rising of his chest ant the sound of his breathing told her he was well and truly awake.
“Now I have your full attention” she said and released his cock and quickly yanked his boxers off and Freya got a good look at her handiwork.
Sergeant Lewis’s little soldiers was standing fully to attention.
Now Freya fully appreciated that to get him to that point was a major breakthrough.
But although she may have won a small victory she hadn’t won the war so not wishing to risk losing her advantage she put all her medical knowledge into practice and took his cock in her mouth.
At this point, so to speak, Ben vocalized for the first time though not in words but certainly in tones of acquiescence.
After a few minutes of her oral expertise Ben could keep silent no more and said
“Undress” he ordered
She released his organ and replied
“Yes sergeant”
Freya stood up and removed her uniform and revealed her small unfettered tits.
His eyes were fully open now and consumed every inch of her pale flesh.
She kicked off her little shoes and without ceremony divested herself of her black tights and pants.
Now the five foot nothing, whippet thin nymph with the lush ginger bush stood looking at the maimed soldier maintaining his erection as he looked lustfully at her.
“What now?” she said
“Come here” he said
“Why?” Freya asked
“Because I want you” Ben replied
“Ok serge” she said and through him a salute before climbing up on the bed.
Ben was admiring her body as she climbed on top of him.
And he gasped as she impaled herself on his waiting shaft.
He roughly grabbed the cheeks of her arse as she rode him and was mesmerized by her jiggling little titties as she was pumping on him and riding on him like a rodeo rider on a bucking bronco until he grunted through gritted teeth and she screamed out in orgasm.
Freya was feeling very pleased with herself.
a, because she had just had a very decent seeing to,
b, because she had got the sergeant to communicate, even if it was in the most primeval type of converse.
And c, because there was time enough to go again.
As she walked down the landing towards the stairs Freya thought that was a job well done.
Apart from her normal duties as district nurse Freya had taken it upon herself to make sure he regained his self-worth and succeeded.
She did think she would continue his course of treatment a while longer however.
When she reached the stairwell the lift opened and Mrs Lewis got out.
“Oh they’re working again” Freya said
“Yes dear, thank god” she said “How’s the boy?”
“You know, I think he’s perked up a bit” Freya said
“Oh I do hope so dear” she replied
Freya was the Norse Goddess of Sessrúmnir who took half those killed or wounded in battle, but Freya St David was a nurse and Instead of taking him to Valhalla she took him to paradise.
She was thankful that the lift was working again as she was feeling a bit leg weary.
And riding down in the lift she was even more flushed than when she yomped up 15 flights.
Freya St David was a pretty nurse, slender and pale with strawberry coloured hair and stood barely five feet tall.
She was a district nurse and on that particular day her final call was on the fifteenth floor of a tower block called Gladstone court.
The lift wasn’t working again and so by the time she had climbed the stairs her pale skin was very flushed.
Freya was twenty seven years old but looked much younger and she was a first class flirt.
But flirting was as far as she went until she found out that all the time she was being faithful to her boyfriend he was shagging her best friend.
From that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.
Her patient that day was Ben Lewis, a sergeant in The Downshire Light Infantry.
He had been severely wounded by an IAD in Afghanistan his left leg had gone below the knee and his right just above.
His physical wounds had all but healed but that wasn’t where his problems lay.
Freya’s job was to manage his medication and massage what remained of his legs or more accurately his stumps.
Freya knocked on the door and a moment or so later Mrs Lewis, the patient’s mother answered the door.
“Hello dear” she said
“Hello Mrs Lewis” Freya said “How’s the patient today?”
“The same” she said blankly “I don’t know how to help him”
“Just be supportive” Freya said
“It’s hard though dear” she said putting on her coat and going to the foot of the stairs.
“Ben! The nurse is here” she shouted up the stairs “the pretty one with the strawberry hair”
Freya smiled and Mrs Lewis said
“You can go up when you’re ready, I need to do some shopping”
The Taliban may have been responsible for taking his legs but Bens other problems were of his own making.
It was no wonder his mother was so exasperated as his self-esteem had been blown away along with his legs in fact it was less than zero as he never ventured out of his room and he hid from the world.
He drove his fiancé Karen away because he thought she was only staying with him out of pity, which she wasn’t.
Freya walked up the stairs and found Ben lying on his bed with his eyes closed as if he’d fallen asleep in front of the TV and he never stirred even when Freya knocked on the door.
She knew he was awake, it was a game he played pretending to sleep and so as not having to engage in any kind of conversation.
“Hello Ben” she said but there was no response.
“So we’re playing that game again are we?” she said
“Very well if that’s what you want”
Having had to walk up 15 flights of stairs she was in no mood to take any shit.
She pulled back the covers roughly to expose his mutilations and she noticed his body tense.
As usual he was only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of army green boxer shorts.
She opened her bag and took out a tube of bio oil and began to massage it into the skin on his stumps and thighs.
She continued to chat to him all the while she was massaging him even though she got no response.
Well not verbally anyway, what she got in answer to her ministrations was a twitching in his boxers.
Freya had not elicited that reaction on previous visits as far as she could recollect, she had no idea why on that occasion the sergeants little soldier should decide to stir.
(Part Two)
Having managed through her massage to elicit an unanticipated erection Freya thought, for purely medicinal reasons only and for the welfare of the patient, she should take advantage of the unexpected arousal.
She continued her massage and allowed her fingers to go ever further along his thigh until finally her hand went all the way up the leg of his boxers and grasped the source of twitching.
Ben tensed again as she began tugging roughly on his shaft and by her ministrations she teased it to full erection.
Ben still lay with his eyes closed but the rising of his chest ant the sound of his breathing told her he was well and truly awake.
“Now I have your full attention” she said and released his cock and quickly yanked his boxers off and Freya got a good look at her handiwork.
Sergeant Lewis’s little soldiers was standing fully to attention.
Now Freya fully appreciated that to get him to that point was a major breakthrough.
But although she may have won a small victory she hadn’t won the war so not wishing to risk losing her advantage she put all her medical knowledge into practice and took his cock in her mouth.
At this point, so to speak, Ben vocalized for the first time though not in words but certainly in tones of acquiescence.
After a few minutes of her oral expertise Ben could keep silent no more and said
“Undress” he ordered
She released his organ and replied
“Yes sergeant”
Freya stood up and removed her uniform and revealed her small unfettered tits.
His eyes were fully open now and consumed every inch of her pale flesh.
She kicked off her little shoes and without ceremony divested herself of her black tights and pants.
Now the five foot nothing, whippet thin nymph with the lush ginger bush stood looking at the maimed soldier maintaining his erection as he looked lustfully at her.
“What now?” she said
“Come here” he said
“Why?” Freya asked
“Because I want you” Ben replied
“Ok serge” she said and through him a salute before climbing up on the bed.
Ben was admiring her body as she climbed on top of him.
And he gasped as she impaled herself on his waiting shaft.
He roughly grabbed the cheeks of her arse as she rode him and was mesmerized by her jiggling little titties as she was pumping on him and riding on him like a rodeo rider on a bucking bronco until he grunted through gritted teeth and she screamed out in orgasm.
Freya was feeling very pleased with herself.
a, because she had just had a very decent seeing to,
b, because she had got the sergeant to communicate, even if it was in the most primeval type of converse.
And c, because there was time enough to go again.
As she walked down the landing towards the stairs Freya thought that was a job well done.
Apart from her normal duties as district nurse Freya had taken it upon herself to make sure he regained his self-worth and succeeded.
She did think she would continue his course of treatment a while longer however.
When she reached the stairwell the lift opened and Mrs Lewis got out.
“Oh they’re working again” Freya said
“Yes dear, thank god” she said “How’s the boy?”
“You know, I think he’s perked up a bit” Freya said
“Oh I do hope so dear” she replied
Freya was the Norse Goddess of Sessrúmnir who took half those killed or wounded in battle, but Freya St David was a nurse and Instead of taking him to Valhalla she took him to paradise.
She was thankful that the lift was working again as she was feeling a bit leg weary.
And riding down in the lift she was even more flushed than when she yomped up 15 flights.
Sunday 29 January 2017
Freya St David, 05 – Goddess of the Folks Meadow
(Part One)
Freya St David was a pretty young girl with strawberry coloured hair.
She was barely five feet tall, slender and pale and was fast approaching her eighteenth birthday.
She was a fresh faced English rose and her skin was always flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.
Freya lived in the village of Tipton in the northern most part of the county and was off to university in September and she now knew precisely what she wanted to do when she graduated, nursing.
She didn’t know what area she wanted to do but she knew her career would be in nursing.
She had been rudderless for the last few months and had lost focus, distracted by sex and her need to explore.
But now she had a steady boyfriend again and he would do, for now.
There was just time for one more fling before she went away.
Sam Brotherton was the next door neighbour and Freya had had a crush on him since she was 12 years old.
He was the same age as her dad but in Freya eyes he was fit in every sense of the word.
It wasn’t unusual for young girls to have crushes on older men in fact it happens more often than not.
But most crushes didn’t come to any more than that, crushes.
And the likelihood was that Freya’s would go the same way as most of the others.
But during her sexual awakening when she began to scratch the itch of desire beneath the safety of her duvet he loomed large in her lustful thoughts.
Though since her liberation from fresh faced English rose virginity and her subsequent period of sexual experimentation she thought with her new found self-confidence she might try to take her crush a step further.
Since she had lost her cherry the summer before she had grown in confidence to the point she had developed the technique of flirting to great effect.
Freya knew by the way Sam looked at her that he fancied her too but she didn’t know if he would act on his desires as she planned to.
The omens were good and the timing was perfect, Freya was on the verge of leaving for university and the Brotherton’s had sold the house and were moving away so there would be no chance of any post coital embarrassment or awkwardness.
She took the chance one fine sunny day when he was home alone packing up the contents of his garden shed ready for the move and Freya’s parents were at work.
They even had a choice of venue, home or away, Freya smiled when she thought to herself that Sam would be playing away wherever they did it.
Freya was wearing a bikini, in fact it was the briefest one she owned and left nothing to the imagination the bottoms didn’t even cover her cheeks.
She entered quietly through the back gate and crept up behind him.
“Hello handsome Sam” she said cheekily and startled him
“Oh” he exclaimed “you made me jump”
“You look very busy” Freya said
“Yes, yes lots to do” he replied nervously as his eyes consumed her.
“It’s a shame having to work on such a lovely day” she said coyly
“I’m sure there are more fun things to do” she added as she stroked the hairs on his forearm
“Oh um er well erm, lots to do” he stammered “busy, busy, busy I’m afraid”
“What a pity” she said and turned away but she could feel his eyes staring at her luscious little cheeks.
Freya was a philosophical girl, she had tried it on with Sam and he had rebuffed her but she wouldn’t let that stop her, she had unfinished business with him now.
(Part Two)
It was still a glorious day as Sam Brotherton reached over the top of the gate and lifted the latch and quietly opened the gate.
He could see Freya immediately as he walked into the garden, she was on the deck lying on a sun lounger wearing her skimpy bikini.
She had her back to him and was lying on her side reading a magazine and he admired the curve from her hip to her waist a sensual sight even on a small frame.
Her strawberry blonde hair was tied back to reveal her freckled neck and shoulders.
Being so fair skinned she was lying in the shade as he walked up behind her and said
“Hi Frey”
She turned and looked over her shoulder.
“Hello Sam” she said without surprise “Did you change your mind”
He knelt down on the decking and said
“I’m taking a break”
Then he untied the string on her bikini top and slipped his hand beneath it and cupped her little breast.
“I knew you wanted me” she said and pushed her book away
“You know we shouldn’t” he said as he toyed with her stiffening nipple
“Stop then” she responded
“I can’t” he replied as his hand left her breast and journeyed across her belly until his fingers reached the fabric of her bottoms.
“Good” she responded and untied the string of her bottoms and then placed her hand on the back of his and encouraged it on its journey.
She released his hand and it proceeded into where her bikini had been brushing his finger through her lush ginger bush toward the prize.
“We shouldn’t” he said again but Freya parted her thighs and his fingers slipped into her creamy wetness
“Oh we should” Freya moaned softly
She was still lying on her side as he continued to frig her.
Freya was wriggling and squirming as he worked on her and it wasn’t long before he brought her to climax, as she approached she grabbed the hand that was fondling her breast and clamped it over her mouth and then she came.
After she unclamped his hand from her mouth she gasped out
“Oh Sam, I want you” and started to roll over on her back
“Stay as you are” he said and shuffled into position and in an instant he penetrated her.
"Oh that’s so good” Freya said encouragingly
"So good and so dirty" she added the second part because she thought that was what a man of his age would want to hear,
As he entered her repeatedly her white knuckled hand gripped the frame of the lounger as she received him.
As he shortened his stroke and increased tempo the lounger was skipping around on the deck, rattling and shaking until he grasped the frame also and then delivered the coup de grace.
When he withdrew from her Freya was left thinking “That was nice” but alas it was no more than that, it did not quell the fire and had not lived up to expectations in fact it left her in mind of her first time.
She rolled over on to her back to show off his tidy young body to him in all its glory and watched him put his cock away.
“That’s a pity” she thought still feeling a little unsatisfied.
Fortunately for her he returned after lunch.
Freya was lying on her back with her eyes closed as he approached
“I thought you might like to play some more” he said and as she opened her eyes he removed the towel he was wearing and exposed his already erect penis.
“Oh yes” she said
And this time she was thoroughly satisfied to the point of exhaustion and as she dosed naked on the chaise longue everything in the St David’s garden was lovely.
Freya St David was a pretty young girl with strawberry coloured hair.
She was barely five feet tall, slender and pale and was fast approaching her eighteenth birthday.
She was a fresh faced English rose and her skin was always flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.
Freya lived in the village of Tipton in the northern most part of the county and was off to university in September and she now knew precisely what she wanted to do when she graduated, nursing.
She didn’t know what area she wanted to do but she knew her career would be in nursing.
She had been rudderless for the last few months and had lost focus, distracted by sex and her need to explore.
But now she had a steady boyfriend again and he would do, for now.
There was just time for one more fling before she went away.
Sam Brotherton was the next door neighbour and Freya had had a crush on him since she was 12 years old.
He was the same age as her dad but in Freya eyes he was fit in every sense of the word.
It wasn’t unusual for young girls to have crushes on older men in fact it happens more often than not.
But most crushes didn’t come to any more than that, crushes.
And the likelihood was that Freya’s would go the same way as most of the others.
But during her sexual awakening when she began to scratch the itch of desire beneath the safety of her duvet he loomed large in her lustful thoughts.
Though since her liberation from fresh faced English rose virginity and her subsequent period of sexual experimentation she thought with her new found self-confidence she might try to take her crush a step further.
Since she had lost her cherry the summer before she had grown in confidence to the point she had developed the technique of flirting to great effect.
Freya knew by the way Sam looked at her that he fancied her too but she didn’t know if he would act on his desires as she planned to.
The omens were good and the timing was perfect, Freya was on the verge of leaving for university and the Brotherton’s had sold the house and were moving away so there would be no chance of any post coital embarrassment or awkwardness.
She took the chance one fine sunny day when he was home alone packing up the contents of his garden shed ready for the move and Freya’s parents were at work.
They even had a choice of venue, home or away, Freya smiled when she thought to herself that Sam would be playing away wherever they did it.
Freya was wearing a bikini, in fact it was the briefest one she owned and left nothing to the imagination the bottoms didn’t even cover her cheeks.
She entered quietly through the back gate and crept up behind him.
“Hello handsome Sam” she said cheekily and startled him
“Oh” he exclaimed “you made me jump”
“You look very busy” Freya said
“Yes, yes lots to do” he replied nervously as his eyes consumed her.
“It’s a shame having to work on such a lovely day” she said coyly
“I’m sure there are more fun things to do” she added as she stroked the hairs on his forearm
“Oh um er well erm, lots to do” he stammered “busy, busy, busy I’m afraid”
“What a pity” she said and turned away but she could feel his eyes staring at her luscious little cheeks.
Freya was a philosophical girl, she had tried it on with Sam and he had rebuffed her but she wouldn’t let that stop her, she had unfinished business with him now.
(Part Two)
It was still a glorious day as Sam Brotherton reached over the top of the gate and lifted the latch and quietly opened the gate.
He could see Freya immediately as he walked into the garden, she was on the deck lying on a sun lounger wearing her skimpy bikini.
She had her back to him and was lying on her side reading a magazine and he admired the curve from her hip to her waist a sensual sight even on a small frame.
Her strawberry blonde hair was tied back to reveal her freckled neck and shoulders.
Being so fair skinned she was lying in the shade as he walked up behind her and said
“Hi Frey”
She turned and looked over her shoulder.
“Hello Sam” she said without surprise “Did you change your mind”
He knelt down on the decking and said
“I’m taking a break”
Then he untied the string on her bikini top and slipped his hand beneath it and cupped her little breast.
“I knew you wanted me” she said and pushed her book away
“You know we shouldn’t” he said as he toyed with her stiffening nipple
“Stop then” she responded
“I can’t” he replied as his hand left her breast and journeyed across her belly until his fingers reached the fabric of her bottoms.
“Good” she responded and untied the string of her bottoms and then placed her hand on the back of his and encouraged it on its journey.
She released his hand and it proceeded into where her bikini had been brushing his finger through her lush ginger bush toward the prize.
“We shouldn’t” he said again but Freya parted her thighs and his fingers slipped into her creamy wetness
“Oh we should” Freya moaned softly
She was still lying on her side as he continued to frig her.
Freya was wriggling and squirming as he worked on her and it wasn’t long before he brought her to climax, as she approached she grabbed the hand that was fondling her breast and clamped it over her mouth and then she came.
After she unclamped his hand from her mouth she gasped out
“Oh Sam, I want you” and started to roll over on her back
“Stay as you are” he said and shuffled into position and in an instant he penetrated her.
"Oh that’s so good” Freya said encouragingly
"So good and so dirty" she added the second part because she thought that was what a man of his age would want to hear,
As he entered her repeatedly her white knuckled hand gripped the frame of the lounger as she received him.
As he shortened his stroke and increased tempo the lounger was skipping around on the deck, rattling and shaking until he grasped the frame also and then delivered the coup de grace.
When he withdrew from her Freya was left thinking “That was nice” but alas it was no more than that, it did not quell the fire and had not lived up to expectations in fact it left her in mind of her first time.
She rolled over on to her back to show off his tidy young body to him in all its glory and watched him put his cock away.
“That’s a pity” she thought still feeling a little unsatisfied.
Fortunately for her he returned after lunch.
Freya was lying on her back with her eyes closed as he approached
“I thought you might like to play some more” he said and as she opened her eyes he removed the towel he was wearing and exposed his already erect penis.
“Oh yes” she said
And this time she was thoroughly satisfied to the point of exhaustion and as she dosed naked on the chaise longue everything in the St David’s garden was lovely.
Saturday 28 January 2017
Freya St David, 04 - Goddess of the Folksyang
(Part One)
Freya was normally a bit of a tomboy and most evenings she was generally in jeans and a t-shirt but on this particular evening she had a date so she wore a skimpy top and a little skirt.
He was four years older than she was and had a reputation in the village for only being after only one thing.
A reputation she was keen to explore as she had recently dumped her one and only boyfriend of 12 months.
Gary had been her first boyfriend and her only sexual partner and although she had loved him and the sex was nice.
But she was only 17 and didn’t want to settle for nice and she believed that Owen Green would give her what she wanted especially if the rumours about him were true.
So it was that Freya St David the five foot nothing, whippet thin and pale skinned strawberry blonde was waiting in the village by the entrance to Tipton country park.
She had only been stood there for three or four minute when she saw Owen coming her way, he was tall and muscular with bleached hair and a lantern jaw.
“Hello babe” he said
She didn’t like being called babe and she assumed he only used it so he didn’t have to remember names.
“Hi” she replied, he wasn’t really her type and she didn’t suppose for a moment it would be anything other than a first date.
They had nothing in common other than they were both hoping for a shag.
They were walking in the park on the way to the country club and Freya was struggling to converse with him, he seemed incapable of anything other than monosyllables but she was really horny and so she persevered.
It was when they were about hallway to the club when they heard a call
“Freya!”
She turned around and saw it was her friend Emma
“Oh shit” she said
“What’s the matter babe?” Owen asked
“It’s my friend Emma” Freya replied “if she tags along we’ll never get rid of her”
“Come on then” he said and grabbed her arm “let’s run for it”
“FREYA” Emma shouted as they ran off down the path, and then Emma ran after them.
“Down here” Freya said and took him down a path leading into Tipton woods but Emma was gaining on them.
They reached a small clearing with a large fallen oak
“Up here babe” he said and scrambled up onto the oak then he reached down and hoisted Freya up as if she was a bundle of matchwood.
Then he went up to the next bough and repeated the operation and then they were concealed beneath the foliage and in the safety of the shade by the time Emma arrived in the clearing.
Emma called Freya’s name a few times more and then she muttered something under her breath before she went back the way she came.
(Part Two)
After about five minutes they deemed it was safe to climb down.
Owen went first and swung down from the large bough effortlessly.
It was a little more problematic for Freya because she was so tiny.
“Slide down on your belly” he said
“What if I fall?” She asked thinking to herself that this was not what she had in mind for the evening.
“I’ll catch you babe” he said
As it was she chose to shuffle herself down the bough hugging it like a like a little ginger koala which she did to great effect.
But as she did so her skirt rode up the result of which for Owen was a perfect view of her pristine white pants.
Freya was oblivious to that fact, as well as the subsequent show she was putting on when her knickers rolled off her left buttock and between her quivering cheeks.
She wriggled down another foot or so until her semi exposed buttocks were illuminated by a shaft of golden evening sunlight.
Picking her out like a performer being hit by a follow spot.
“You’re doing great” Owen said as he stood with one leg either side of the bough so he could maximize the view
“Am I nearly there?” she asked
“Oh yes” he replied
Her toes were only about a foot above the main trunk when apart from large areas of her lovely arse being visible to Owens delight, wispy strands of curly hair became visible against her white pants.
“Hold it there” he said and she froze.
“What is it?” she asked with alarm
But Owen didn’t answer instead he kept his eye on the prize and slipped his fingers inside her.
“Oh.,,wen” was all she could manage as he started to frig her and she knew it wasn’t just a rumour about him being a dog when it came to women.
Freya gripped the bough tightly as he continued fingering her until he pulled the elastic of her knickers aside and the rumour mill was proved right and OH GOD that rumour was true too, she thought as he filled her.
And as he did so Freya filled the woods with moans of audible pleasure as he roughly did what the rumour mongers said of him until in mutual satisfaction they came.
When Owen pulled out of her he helped her down to terror firmer.
She leant back against the trunk of the fallen tree as her legs were a little wobbly.
Climbing trees may well not have been what she had in mind for that evening but Oh God the climb down most certainly was.
As they redressed Owen said
“Do you want to go for that drink now?”
“No need” she said after all the drink was just a prelude to sex, she’d had what she came out for and he wasn’t intelligent enough company to sit and talk to.
On the walk home she met Emma
“That wasn’t very nice” she said indignantly
“What wasn’t?” Freya said
“Running away like that” Emma said “I know you saw me”
“Sorry” Freya said
“Why did you do it then?” she asked
“We wanted to be alone” Freya replied
“What for?” she persisted
“Honestly Emma you are such an innocent” she said
“Why do you think a girl wants to be alone in the woods with a man?”
Emma just shrugged
“Sex” Freya said bluntly
“You had sex with him in the woods?” She asked shocked
Emma was the same age as Freya almost to the day yet they were years apart in every other respect.
Bless Freya thought she’s such an innocent.
Freya was normally a bit of a tomboy and most evenings she was generally in jeans and a t-shirt but on this particular evening she had a date so she wore a skimpy top and a little skirt.
He was four years older than she was and had a reputation in the village for only being after only one thing.
A reputation she was keen to explore as she had recently dumped her one and only boyfriend of 12 months.
Gary had been her first boyfriend and her only sexual partner and although she had loved him and the sex was nice.
But she was only 17 and didn’t want to settle for nice and she believed that Owen Green would give her what she wanted especially if the rumours about him were true.
So it was that Freya St David the five foot nothing, whippet thin and pale skinned strawberry blonde was waiting in the village by the entrance to Tipton country park.
She had only been stood there for three or four minute when she saw Owen coming her way, he was tall and muscular with bleached hair and a lantern jaw.
“Hello babe” he said
She didn’t like being called babe and she assumed he only used it so he didn’t have to remember names.
“Hi” she replied, he wasn’t really her type and she didn’t suppose for a moment it would be anything other than a first date.
They had nothing in common other than they were both hoping for a shag.
They were walking in the park on the way to the country club and Freya was struggling to converse with him, he seemed incapable of anything other than monosyllables but she was really horny and so she persevered.
It was when they were about hallway to the club when they heard a call
“Freya!”
She turned around and saw it was her friend Emma
“Oh shit” she said
“What’s the matter babe?” Owen asked
“It’s my friend Emma” Freya replied “if she tags along we’ll never get rid of her”
“Come on then” he said and grabbed her arm “let’s run for it”
“FREYA” Emma shouted as they ran off down the path, and then Emma ran after them.
“Down here” Freya said and took him down a path leading into Tipton woods but Emma was gaining on them.
They reached a small clearing with a large fallen oak
“Up here babe” he said and scrambled up onto the oak then he reached down and hoisted Freya up as if she was a bundle of matchwood.
Then he went up to the next bough and repeated the operation and then they were concealed beneath the foliage and in the safety of the shade by the time Emma arrived in the clearing.
Emma called Freya’s name a few times more and then she muttered something under her breath before she went back the way she came.
(Part Two)
After about five minutes they deemed it was safe to climb down.
Owen went first and swung down from the large bough effortlessly.
It was a little more problematic for Freya because she was so tiny.
“Slide down on your belly” he said
“What if I fall?” She asked thinking to herself that this was not what she had in mind for the evening.
“I’ll catch you babe” he said
As it was she chose to shuffle herself down the bough hugging it like a like a little ginger koala which she did to great effect.
But as she did so her skirt rode up the result of which for Owen was a perfect view of her pristine white pants.
Freya was oblivious to that fact, as well as the subsequent show she was putting on when her knickers rolled off her left buttock and between her quivering cheeks.
She wriggled down another foot or so until her semi exposed buttocks were illuminated by a shaft of golden evening sunlight.
Picking her out like a performer being hit by a follow spot.
“You’re doing great” Owen said as he stood with one leg either side of the bough so he could maximize the view
“Am I nearly there?” she asked
“Oh yes” he replied
Her toes were only about a foot above the main trunk when apart from large areas of her lovely arse being visible to Owens delight, wispy strands of curly hair became visible against her white pants.
“Hold it there” he said and she froze.
“What is it?” she asked with alarm
But Owen didn’t answer instead he kept his eye on the prize and slipped his fingers inside her.
“Oh.,,wen” was all she could manage as he started to frig her and she knew it wasn’t just a rumour about him being a dog when it came to women.
Freya gripped the bough tightly as he continued fingering her until he pulled the elastic of her knickers aside and the rumour mill was proved right and OH GOD that rumour was true too, she thought as he filled her.
And as he did so Freya filled the woods with moans of audible pleasure as he roughly did what the rumour mongers said of him until in mutual satisfaction they came.
When Owen pulled out of her he helped her down to terror firmer.
She leant back against the trunk of the fallen tree as her legs were a little wobbly.
Climbing trees may well not have been what she had in mind for that evening but Oh God the climb down most certainly was.
As they redressed Owen said
“Do you want to go for that drink now?”
“No need” she said after all the drink was just a prelude to sex, she’d had what she came out for and he wasn’t intelligent enough company to sit and talk to.
On the walk home she met Emma
“That wasn’t very nice” she said indignantly
“What wasn’t?” Freya said
“Running away like that” Emma said “I know you saw me”
“Sorry” Freya said
“Why did you do it then?” she asked
“We wanted to be alone” Freya replied
“What for?” she persisted
“Honestly Emma you are such an innocent” she said
“Why do you think a girl wants to be alone in the woods with a man?”
Emma just shrugged
“Sex” Freya said bluntly
“You had sex with him in the woods?” She asked shocked
Emma was the same age as Freya almost to the day yet they were years apart in every other respect.
Bless Freya thought she’s such an innocent.
Friday 27 January 2017
Freya St David, 03 - Goddess of Flowers
Freya St David was a pretty nurse with strawberry coloured hair, and despite the fact that she was barely five feet tall, and looked like a breadth of wind might blow her away, she was very strong and full of self-confidence.
But it hadn’t always been that way, when she was a young girl she lived in the village of Tipton in the northern most part of the county and she was as timid as little bird.
The sixteen year old Freya was slender and pale and even smaller than the woman she would become.
The young Freya was every bit as pretty as her 27 year old counterpart but was completely unaware of it and as a result she lacked any self-confidence and was painfully shy.
In addition the sweet sixteen version was completely incapable of flirting.
So there she was sweet sixteen and never been kissed and she had lost her heart.
The recipient of her affections was Gary who she had had a crush on and had fancied him since Easter.
Tipton was a village full of posh houses and posh people who all knew each other’s business.
Gary’s family were new to Tipton and they had met for the first time at the Easter church service.
But despite the fact that they seemed to hit it off he never appeared to show any interest and she had begun to think he might be gay.
It was a beautiful June day and Freya was approaching the end of old farm lane, which led to the back of her house, when she saw Gary coming the other way.
She had her strawberry red hair tied up, which was mostly hidden beneath a broad brimmed floppy hat.
She was wearing a flowery green dress and clutching a garishly patterned bag to her middle.
Freya stared down at her flip flops as she was shuffling and scuffing along.
She threw the odd glance at him in his baggy t-shirt and knee length shorts and found herself getting redder and redder the closer they got to each other.
The grown up Freya was ultra-confident, self-assured, and pretty and she knew it.
While sweet sixteen Freya was shy, socially awkward and full of self-doubt, still pretty but had no idea of the fact.
The problem was that Gary wasn’t any more confident than she was so it was difficult to imagine how anything was going to come out of any social encounter.
Neither of them were capable of progressing the conversation to the conclusion they both wanted.
Which was evidenced by the two rather pathetically forlorn creatures who were ambling towards each other.
So it was when they got within a few feet of each other he said
“Hi Freya”
And she almost jumped out of her skin
“Hello” she said blushing as she tried to catch her breath.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said
“That’s ok, I was miles away” Freya said
“Are you going home?” he asked
“Yes” she replied “and you?”
And that was the tone and extent of the conversation and it looked quite possible that this chance meeting would end up being wasted as the fresh faced pair were so clueless and incapable of taking full advantage of a serendipitous meeting.
Lacking the gumption to anything else they were about to go their separate ways when fate took a hand when a mutual friend, Emma, appeared in the lane.
“What are you two up to?” she enquired
“Nothing” Freya answered,
“Come to mine then” she said “Dads put the swing ball up”
Freya and Gary looked at each other and smiled
“I’m in” She said
“Me too” added Gary
And they both smiled again mainly out of relief at getting the “Get out of jail free card” from Emma.
By the end of that day however they had secured their first date with a little helping hand from their friends.
And then for the whole of the summer they were inseparable.
Which culminated on the last day of the school holidays in a potentially significant event.
They were in his house, in his bed and it was her first time, well it was their first time, and it turned out to be a bit of a non-event.
There was a lot of snogging and some great petting which all culminated however, somewhat prematurely.
However they persevered and it was two days later she finally lost her flower.
And by the time the Christmas holidays came around they had become more accomplished and Gary had even managed to make her toes curl on an occasional basis.
But it hadn’t always been that way, when she was a young girl she lived in the village of Tipton in the northern most part of the county and she was as timid as little bird.
The sixteen year old Freya was slender and pale and even smaller than the woman she would become.
The young Freya was every bit as pretty as her 27 year old counterpart but was completely unaware of it and as a result she lacked any self-confidence and was painfully shy.
In addition the sweet sixteen version was completely incapable of flirting.
So there she was sweet sixteen and never been kissed and she had lost her heart.
The recipient of her affections was Gary who she had had a crush on and had fancied him since Easter.
Tipton was a village full of posh houses and posh people who all knew each other’s business.
Gary’s family were new to Tipton and they had met for the first time at the Easter church service.
But despite the fact that they seemed to hit it off he never appeared to show any interest and she had begun to think he might be gay.
It was a beautiful June day and Freya was approaching the end of old farm lane, which led to the back of her house, when she saw Gary coming the other way.
She had her strawberry red hair tied up, which was mostly hidden beneath a broad brimmed floppy hat.
She was wearing a flowery green dress and clutching a garishly patterned bag to her middle.
Freya stared down at her flip flops as she was shuffling and scuffing along.
She threw the odd glance at him in his baggy t-shirt and knee length shorts and found herself getting redder and redder the closer they got to each other.
The grown up Freya was ultra-confident, self-assured, and pretty and she knew it.
While sweet sixteen Freya was shy, socially awkward and full of self-doubt, still pretty but had no idea of the fact.
The problem was that Gary wasn’t any more confident than she was so it was difficult to imagine how anything was going to come out of any social encounter.
Neither of them were capable of progressing the conversation to the conclusion they both wanted.
Which was evidenced by the two rather pathetically forlorn creatures who were ambling towards each other.
So it was when they got within a few feet of each other he said
“Hi Freya”
And she almost jumped out of her skin
“Hello” she said blushing as she tried to catch her breath.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said
“That’s ok, I was miles away” Freya said
“Are you going home?” he asked
“Yes” she replied “and you?”
And that was the tone and extent of the conversation and it looked quite possible that this chance meeting would end up being wasted as the fresh faced pair were so clueless and incapable of taking full advantage of a serendipitous meeting.
Lacking the gumption to anything else they were about to go their separate ways when fate took a hand when a mutual friend, Emma, appeared in the lane.
“What are you two up to?” she enquired
“Nothing” Freya answered,
“Come to mine then” she said “Dads put the swing ball up”
Freya and Gary looked at each other and smiled
“I’m in” She said
“Me too” added Gary
And they both smiled again mainly out of relief at getting the “Get out of jail free card” from Emma.
By the end of that day however they had secured their first date with a little helping hand from their friends.
And then for the whole of the summer they were inseparable.
Which culminated on the last day of the school holidays in a potentially significant event.
They were in his house, in his bed and it was her first time, well it was their first time, and it turned out to be a bit of a non-event.
There was a lot of snogging and some great petting which all culminated however, somewhat prematurely.
However they persevered and it was two days later she finally lost her flower.
And by the time the Christmas holidays came around they had become more accomplished and Gary had even managed to make her toes curl on an occasional basis.
Thursday 26 January 2017
Freya St David, 02 - Goddess of Magic
Freya St David was a pretty nurse with strawberry coloured hair, she was barely five feet tall, slender and pale and she was from Tipton in the northern most part of the county.
And her skin was always flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.
Freya was twenty seven years old but looked much younger and she was a first class flirt.
And that was as far as it ever went until the time that her pig of a boyfriend, who she had suspected was shagging her best friend, confessed it to her one night.
And from that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.
As a district nurse she had a number of regular home visit, terminally ill or housebound patients and she’d built up a good rapport with most of them.
While with some others she enjoyed a more intimate relationship.
Then there was one of her favourite patients on her visiting rounds who was more of a challenge.
Richard Lambert was thirty five years old and a cancer survivor.
But in spite of having the brain tumour successfully removed and after treatment had subsequently been given the all clear, he was clinically depressed.
The reason for his depression was that he had been left impotent since the surgery and as a result now he never left the house.
His wife Sarah was as supportive as she could be but she had confided to Freya that she was close to breaking point.
With Richard unable to leave home Sarah was the breadwinner which she did without complaint, but there were days when she didn’t want to come home and those days were becoming more frequent.
Freya had only recently been assigned to the Lamberts, and began from the first day her tried and trusted outrageous flirting but it was to no avail.
But now she had her new found sexual liberation she had more weapons in her arsenal than mere flirting.
It was mid-morning when Freya opened the back door and walked in the house.
“Hello” she called “District nurse”
“In the lounge” Richard called without emotion
The five foot nothing, whippet thin strawberry blond walked in the lounge
Her pale skin flushed pink as usual only this time there was more of it.
She was bare legged and even to the untrained eye she was obviously naked beneath her uniform which hugged her figure.
She had small tits but her nipples were clearly visible through the polyester.
“Hello Richard” Freya said
“Hi” Richard said laying on the sofa watching something mind numbing on the TV
“Budge over” She said and sat on the edge of the sofa, a large expanse of naked thigh visible to anyone with blood in their veins, with one thigh at right angles to the other.
Freya opened her bag and removed her blood pressure kit, then she took hold of his arm and while she was attending to the cuff around his arm she let his hand fall on her thigh.
It just sat there for a minute or two before he said
“You’re not wearing your black tights”
“I’m surprised you noticed” she said without looking at him
“It’s a bit cold for bare legs” he said “isn’t it?”
“Perhaps you could be the judge of that” she said
Richard turned his hand over so his palm was flush with the inside of her thigh.
“It feels cold” Richard said and inched his hand slowly along her thigh
“But it’s getting warmer”
As his fingers found her lips she abandoned her efforts to take his blood pressure and Freya used her arm to brace herself against the back of the sofa instead.
Whether he was impotent or not he knew how to give pleasure and Freya went light headed as he skilfully made her come.
And then she looked down at the bulge and she thought with a satisfied smile
“Mission accomplished”
Richards hand was still between her legs as Freya stared at the resulting lump in his trousers, from where she had worked her magic and thought
“It would be a shame to waste it”
So she didn’t.
The following day Freya got a bunch of flowers from Sarah, there was no message just a smiley face.
And her skin was always flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.
Freya was twenty seven years old but looked much younger and she was a first class flirt.
And that was as far as it ever went until the time that her pig of a boyfriend, who she had suspected was shagging her best friend, confessed it to her one night.
And from that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.
As a district nurse she had a number of regular home visit, terminally ill or housebound patients and she’d built up a good rapport with most of them.
While with some others she enjoyed a more intimate relationship.
Then there was one of her favourite patients on her visiting rounds who was more of a challenge.
Richard Lambert was thirty five years old and a cancer survivor.
But in spite of having the brain tumour successfully removed and after treatment had subsequently been given the all clear, he was clinically depressed.
The reason for his depression was that he had been left impotent since the surgery and as a result now he never left the house.
His wife Sarah was as supportive as she could be but she had confided to Freya that she was close to breaking point.
With Richard unable to leave home Sarah was the breadwinner which she did without complaint, but there were days when she didn’t want to come home and those days were becoming more frequent.
Freya had only recently been assigned to the Lamberts, and began from the first day her tried and trusted outrageous flirting but it was to no avail.
But now she had her new found sexual liberation she had more weapons in her arsenal than mere flirting.
It was mid-morning when Freya opened the back door and walked in the house.
“Hello” she called “District nurse”
“In the lounge” Richard called without emotion
The five foot nothing, whippet thin strawberry blond walked in the lounge
Her pale skin flushed pink as usual only this time there was more of it.
She was bare legged and even to the untrained eye she was obviously naked beneath her uniform which hugged her figure.
She had small tits but her nipples were clearly visible through the polyester.
“Hello Richard” Freya said
“Hi” Richard said laying on the sofa watching something mind numbing on the TV
“Budge over” She said and sat on the edge of the sofa, a large expanse of naked thigh visible to anyone with blood in their veins, with one thigh at right angles to the other.
Freya opened her bag and removed her blood pressure kit, then she took hold of his arm and while she was attending to the cuff around his arm she let his hand fall on her thigh.
It just sat there for a minute or two before he said
“You’re not wearing your black tights”
“I’m surprised you noticed” she said without looking at him
“It’s a bit cold for bare legs” he said “isn’t it?”
“Perhaps you could be the judge of that” she said
Richard turned his hand over so his palm was flush with the inside of her thigh.
“It feels cold” Richard said and inched his hand slowly along her thigh
“But it’s getting warmer”
As his fingers found her lips she abandoned her efforts to take his blood pressure and Freya used her arm to brace herself against the back of the sofa instead.
Whether he was impotent or not he knew how to give pleasure and Freya went light headed as he skilfully made her come.
And then she looked down at the bulge and she thought with a satisfied smile
“Mission accomplished”
Richards hand was still between her legs as Freya stared at the resulting lump in his trousers, from where she had worked her magic and thought
“It would be a shame to waste it”
So she didn’t.
The following day Freya got a bunch of flowers from Sarah, there was no message just a smiley face.
Wednesday 25 January 2017
Freya St David, 01 - Goddess of the North
Freya St David was a pretty nurse with strawberry coloured hair, she was barely five feet tall, slender and pale and she was from Tipton in the northern most part of the county.
And her skin was always flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.
Freya was twenty seven years old but looked much younger and she was a first class flirt,
Yet she never did anything more than that and she really enjoyed flirting.
As a district nurse she had a number of regular home visit, terminally ill or housebound patients and she’d built up a good rapport with most of them.
One of her favourite visit was to the Ochal’s.
Jakub had cancer and was bedridden and his son Lucaz looked after him.
Lucaz was roughly the same age as Freya and they got on really well and the two of them flirted outrageously.
But she never intended it to be anything other than that.
“See you tomorrow sexy,” she said as she left
The following day Freya was with Jakub longer than usual as he had had a very uncomfortable night.
Lucaz was just leaving the lounge as she was coming down the stairs and he offered Freya a coffee, as he always did and to his delight and surprise she accepted.
It was unusual for her to say yes as she always tried to avoid too many drinks during the day as by her own admission she had a bladder the size of a pea.
But she wasn’t her normal sparky self and Lucaz wrongly assumed it was the state of his father’s health that had brought her down.
Whereas the real reason she was low was that her pig of a boyfriend who she had suspected was shagging her best friend had confessed to it the night before.
Freya did however enjoy her coffee with Lucaz and he had raised her spirits sufficiently to produce a prolonged exchange of significant flirting between them before she had to say goodbye.
The next morning Lucaz was scrubbing at a saucepan in the kitchen sink and he stopped when there was a knock at the front door.
When he opened it the diminutive figure of Freya St David was standing on the step in the cold morning air.
“Come in” he urged her “you don’t have to knock”
She had small breasts but as she stepped in from the chill morning her nipples were clearly visible through the polyester of her uniform
“I don’t like to enter anywhere uninvited” she said making it sound deliciously dirty.
As she climbed the stairs Freya knew Jakub was deteriorating fast and that each visit had the potential to be her last.
While she was upstairs giving Jakub his injection Lucaz returned to the kitchen and resumed his washing up.
He didn’t hear her come downstairs nor did he hear her walk into the kitchen and sidle up behind him.
In fact the first time he knew she was standing behind him was when she slipped her arms around him and began to unfasten his belt, she then proceeded to undo the button on his jeans and tug down the zip and before Lucaz could blink she had his trousers and pants around his knees and her hands on his swelling cock.
After a minute or two Freya steered him around so I they were facing each other from where she could kiss him and at the same time grab his manhood in a more meaningful way.
Pretty little Freya had taken complete control of the situation, which was something he was quite unaccustomed too almost as much as she was, and it was rather refreshing.
Nonetheless Lucaz reclaimed the initiative by lifting the diminutive little nurse up off the floor like she was a rag doll until she was standing on a kitchen chair where she continued to kiss him passionately while he yanked her black tights and lacy knickers down to her knees.
He then slid his hands up the backs of her thighs until he reached the fleshy little cheeks of her buttocks, which he groped and caressed. Then he manhandled her into a seated position on the table so he could completely remove her pants and tights upon which he dried his hands and cast them aside.
He sat down on the chair, which placed him perfectly between her skinny pale thighs, he was just about to drink from her velvet cup when she pushed his head back.
“Later” she said taking the initiative again and climbed on to Lucaz’s lap.
She kissed him hard on the mouth and her little tongue darted in and out of his mouth like a tiny serpent as she impaled herself on him, Freya’s hot breath filled his mouth and they both moaned as she slid down on him.
Lucaz instantly set about separating her from her uniform, which only took a few seconds once he’d located the zip.
Once she was naked his hands quickly sort out and found her little breasts.
Freya by that time had her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and she was going at him with relish, her mouth was now by his ear and she was moaning hoarsely as she pumped down.
All Lucaz could do at the point when the pace became frenetic was to grasp at her buttocks and hang on for dear life as she pumped up and down on him.
“Oh Lucaz” She whimpered as she moved rapidly towards the abyss.
Lucaz moved his hands up to Freya’s hips to control the rhythm.
As she gripped the back of the chair behind his head and through gritted teeth her moans grew louder and louder.
“Ohhhh god” she screamed and threw back her head as they both came.
“Mmmmm” Freya exclaimed as she wrapped herself around his neck again and kissed him.
They stayed like that for a minute or so then she climbed off him and as she released him she exhaled a pleasurable sigh.
Freya took his hand and led him to his bed.
And her skin was always flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.
Freya was twenty seven years old but looked much younger and she was a first class flirt,
Yet she never did anything more than that and she really enjoyed flirting.
As a district nurse she had a number of regular home visit, terminally ill or housebound patients and she’d built up a good rapport with most of them.
One of her favourite visit was to the Ochal’s.
Jakub had cancer and was bedridden and his son Lucaz looked after him.
Lucaz was roughly the same age as Freya and they got on really well and the two of them flirted outrageously.
But she never intended it to be anything other than that.
“See you tomorrow sexy,” she said as she left
The following day Freya was with Jakub longer than usual as he had had a very uncomfortable night.
Lucaz was just leaving the lounge as she was coming down the stairs and he offered Freya a coffee, as he always did and to his delight and surprise she accepted.
It was unusual for her to say yes as she always tried to avoid too many drinks during the day as by her own admission she had a bladder the size of a pea.
But she wasn’t her normal sparky self and Lucaz wrongly assumed it was the state of his father’s health that had brought her down.
Whereas the real reason she was low was that her pig of a boyfriend who she had suspected was shagging her best friend had confessed to it the night before.
Freya did however enjoy her coffee with Lucaz and he had raised her spirits sufficiently to produce a prolonged exchange of significant flirting between them before she had to say goodbye.
The next morning Lucaz was scrubbing at a saucepan in the kitchen sink and he stopped when there was a knock at the front door.
When he opened it the diminutive figure of Freya St David was standing on the step in the cold morning air.
“Come in” he urged her “you don’t have to knock”
She had small breasts but as she stepped in from the chill morning her nipples were clearly visible through the polyester of her uniform
“I don’t like to enter anywhere uninvited” she said making it sound deliciously dirty.
As she climbed the stairs Freya knew Jakub was deteriorating fast and that each visit had the potential to be her last.
While she was upstairs giving Jakub his injection Lucaz returned to the kitchen and resumed his washing up.
He didn’t hear her come downstairs nor did he hear her walk into the kitchen and sidle up behind him.
In fact the first time he knew she was standing behind him was when she slipped her arms around him and began to unfasten his belt, she then proceeded to undo the button on his jeans and tug down the zip and before Lucaz could blink she had his trousers and pants around his knees and her hands on his swelling cock.
After a minute or two Freya steered him around so I they were facing each other from where she could kiss him and at the same time grab his manhood in a more meaningful way.
Pretty little Freya had taken complete control of the situation, which was something he was quite unaccustomed too almost as much as she was, and it was rather refreshing.
Nonetheless Lucaz reclaimed the initiative by lifting the diminutive little nurse up off the floor like she was a rag doll until she was standing on a kitchen chair where she continued to kiss him passionately while he yanked her black tights and lacy knickers down to her knees.
He then slid his hands up the backs of her thighs until he reached the fleshy little cheeks of her buttocks, which he groped and caressed. Then he manhandled her into a seated position on the table so he could completely remove her pants and tights upon which he dried his hands and cast them aside.
He sat down on the chair, which placed him perfectly between her skinny pale thighs, he was just about to drink from her velvet cup when she pushed his head back.
“Later” she said taking the initiative again and climbed on to Lucaz’s lap.
She kissed him hard on the mouth and her little tongue darted in and out of his mouth like a tiny serpent as she impaled herself on him, Freya’s hot breath filled his mouth and they both moaned as she slid down on him.
Lucaz instantly set about separating her from her uniform, which only took a few seconds once he’d located the zip.
Once she was naked his hands quickly sort out and found her little breasts.
Freya by that time had her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and she was going at him with relish, her mouth was now by his ear and she was moaning hoarsely as she pumped down.
All Lucaz could do at the point when the pace became frenetic was to grasp at her buttocks and hang on for dear life as she pumped up and down on him.
“Oh Lucaz” She whimpered as she moved rapidly towards the abyss.
Lucaz moved his hands up to Freya’s hips to control the rhythm.
As she gripped the back of the chair behind his head and through gritted teeth her moans grew louder and louder.
“Ohhhh god” she screamed and threw back her head as they both came.
“Mmmmm” Freya exclaimed as she wrapped herself around his neck again and kissed him.
They stayed like that for a minute or so then she climbed off him and as she released him she exhaled a pleasurable sigh.
Freya took his hand and led him to his bed.
Tuesday 24 January 2017
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 84) Love On The Orient Express (Part Two)
After breakfast we washed and dressed and made our way to spend the morning in the Bar Car and met some of our fellow travellers and chatted over coffee and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the Alps.
Shortly before midday the train arrived at the Hauptbahnhof in Innsbruck, Georgia and I decided to get off the train to stretch our legs and enjoy the mountain air and the lovely spring sunshine.
It was about half an hour later when the train pulled out of the station.
We had re-boarded the train in the Lalique car, which was where the on-board boutique was located, because I wanted to buy Georgie something that would be a lasting memento of the trip.
“You don’t have to buy me anything” she said, “I’m never going to forget this trip”
But I insisted that we should buy something that would be both a memento and the first thing for our home together.
We settled on a piece of hand blown French crystal in the form of an angel.
After I had purchased the crystal, Georgia suggested we go back to our cabin rather than returning to the bar car.
“She’s horny again,” I thought to myself
So I concurred with her suggestion but within moments of getting back to the cabin the Stewart knocked to say lunch was now being served.
So instead of enjoying a decadent shag we followed him to the dining car instead and enjoyed a delicious though leisurely three-course lunch.
As I watched a glowing Georgia sipping her wine I was overcome with love for her.
I was so lucky to have her in my life, and I couldn’t bear the thought that I might lose her.
But I knew that I risked losing her with every flirtation and every tryst, but I couldn’t stop.
If a woman offered herself on a plate then it would be rude not to accept her hospitality.
So I was just being polite.
But it wouldn’t be forever after all as I got older those offers would decrease exponentially.
And if they stopped tomorrow and I never fucked another woman for the rest of my life I would be more than content to just shag Georgia.
I smiled at her and said
“I love you”
“I love you too,” she said “but now I need to pee”
While she was in the toilet I gazed out the window at the beautiful scenery of spring.
I loved the spring when it arrived; it was such a long time between the last glimpse of thigh in the autumn and the first sign of cleavage in the spring
When all the girls cast off their winter vests and exposed their pallid flesh.
Of course when I thought back to the previous spring and that terrible writers block and how close I was to having to leave the village.
But then that wonderful May afternoon when the flirty virgins lit the blue touch paper and Georgia felt the explosion.
And the floodgates opened and the block evaporated away and I had no shortage of ideas or scenarios and my biggest headache was a struggle to get them onto the page in time.
My sexual activity since that May afternoon apart from being exceedingly pleasurable had also proved to be a means to an end as whatever lustful exploits I participated in fueled my Erotic stories, which I published under the pen name of Julianna Molesworth and I had profited very well indeed.
My life had changed inexorable and it had been touched by some wonderful people, some of whom touched me in some very intimate places.
I loved Georgia and I would have preferred when I pledged myself to her to have done so to her alone.
There was no reason why I should not commit to her after all some of the recent recipients of my carnal attentions had moved on.
Judith had a new man in her life, Frankie was pregnant, the ex-flirty virgins had boyfriends who were benefiting from my tutelage, Maisie and India were an item, and Shula was being serviced by her fiancé Alois.
Andrea was away with the missions, Tilly was to marry Robert Hunter and Dakota was involved with Tilly's brother Tristan.
Even Pandora had a new man in her life; Harry of the Beautiful hill was now exploring Pandora’s beautiful hills.
That was in part why I proposed to Georgie my ex-lovers were happy and I thought I wanted that and decided I could have that.
And I was very happy with Georgia but alas I had underestimated Cousin Molly and Dr Claire Andrews, it appears that in the case of the former we were destined to be forever fuck buddies and the latter of course I was to be her long term respite carer.
On top of which there were the ongoing negotiations with Agnes Snipe and the payments in kind for organizer extraordinaire Olivia Adamson but I also found it almost impossible to give up Pandora my special older woman.
After Georgie returned to the restaurant car and lunch was over we returned to our cabin.
The bunks had been stowed away and the banquette sofa had been restored and I thought we might while away the afternoon in mutual gratification.
Georgia clearly had a similar idea, as the moment we were back in the cabin she wriggled out of her skirt and was naked beneath it I stood briefly admiring her fluffy bush and then as she pulled her top off over her head I inched forward and ran my fingers through her lush growth.
“I think trains make me horny” she said as I worked my fingers towards her minge.
“Everything makes you horny” I said as my digits progressed through her damp whiskers and tentatively probed at her gash.
She leant back against the door and I kissed her as I fingered her slippery slit.
“Mmmmm” she moaned in my mouth and opened her thighs wider allowing me to slip two fingers into her creamy cunny.
As I frigged her and Georgia came loudly she closed her thighs on my hand.
I freed myself and carried her to the banquette where she climbed onto the sofa on all fours and presented me with her pink moist pussy so I knelt behind Georgia’s lovely naked body and slipped into her syrupy quim.
"Oh that feels so good Simon” Georgia said “So hot and so dirty"
Georgia had her face pressed against the glass admiring the spectacular scenery as the train travelled through the Italian Dolomites as I banged her wriggling squirming form.
Her hot panting breath huffed up the glass as I brought her to climax and Georgia screamed, a second later I erupted inside her.
When I withdrew my sticky shaft from her quim she rolled onto her back
"That was so good" she purred,
We had finished in a timely fashion as a few minutes later our afternoon tea was served in our cabin.
After tea Georgia wanted to play some more and I thought to myself
“Trains do make her horny” as she knelt on the floor sucking my cock.
And as the train pulled into Verona’s Porta Nuova station I pulled out of her.
Georgia freshened up and redressed while the train was in the station and I was happy to see her dressed in her matching yellow bra and panties and as she slipped on her yellow dress the train slowly departed and we knew it was time to prepare to disembark and I held her in my arms as we crossed the Venetian Lagoon and pulled into Santa Lucia station and so began our remarkable life together.
Shortly before midday the train arrived at the Hauptbahnhof in Innsbruck, Georgia and I decided to get off the train to stretch our legs and enjoy the mountain air and the lovely spring sunshine.
It was about half an hour later when the train pulled out of the station.
We had re-boarded the train in the Lalique car, which was where the on-board boutique was located, because I wanted to buy Georgie something that would be a lasting memento of the trip.
“You don’t have to buy me anything” she said, “I’m never going to forget this trip”
But I insisted that we should buy something that would be both a memento and the first thing for our home together.
We settled on a piece of hand blown French crystal in the form of an angel.
After I had purchased the crystal, Georgia suggested we go back to our cabin rather than returning to the bar car.
“She’s horny again,” I thought to myself
So I concurred with her suggestion but within moments of getting back to the cabin the Stewart knocked to say lunch was now being served.
So instead of enjoying a decadent shag we followed him to the dining car instead and enjoyed a delicious though leisurely three-course lunch.
As I watched a glowing Georgia sipping her wine I was overcome with love for her.
I was so lucky to have her in my life, and I couldn’t bear the thought that I might lose her.
But I knew that I risked losing her with every flirtation and every tryst, but I couldn’t stop.
If a woman offered herself on a plate then it would be rude not to accept her hospitality.
So I was just being polite.
But it wouldn’t be forever after all as I got older those offers would decrease exponentially.
And if they stopped tomorrow and I never fucked another woman for the rest of my life I would be more than content to just shag Georgia.
I smiled at her and said
“I love you”
“I love you too,” she said “but now I need to pee”
While she was in the toilet I gazed out the window at the beautiful scenery of spring.
I loved the spring when it arrived; it was such a long time between the last glimpse of thigh in the autumn and the first sign of cleavage in the spring
When all the girls cast off their winter vests and exposed their pallid flesh.
Of course when I thought back to the previous spring and that terrible writers block and how close I was to having to leave the village.
But then that wonderful May afternoon when the flirty virgins lit the blue touch paper and Georgia felt the explosion.
And the floodgates opened and the block evaporated away and I had no shortage of ideas or scenarios and my biggest headache was a struggle to get them onto the page in time.
My sexual activity since that May afternoon apart from being exceedingly pleasurable had also proved to be a means to an end as whatever lustful exploits I participated in fueled my Erotic stories, which I published under the pen name of Julianna Molesworth and I had profited very well indeed.
My life had changed inexorable and it had been touched by some wonderful people, some of whom touched me in some very intimate places.
I loved Georgia and I would have preferred when I pledged myself to her to have done so to her alone.
There was no reason why I should not commit to her after all some of the recent recipients of my carnal attentions had moved on.
Judith had a new man in her life, Frankie was pregnant, the ex-flirty virgins had boyfriends who were benefiting from my tutelage, Maisie and India were an item, and Shula was being serviced by her fiancé Alois.
Andrea was away with the missions, Tilly was to marry Robert Hunter and Dakota was involved with Tilly's brother Tristan.
Even Pandora had a new man in her life; Harry of the Beautiful hill was now exploring Pandora’s beautiful hills.
That was in part why I proposed to Georgie my ex-lovers were happy and I thought I wanted that and decided I could have that.
And I was very happy with Georgia but alas I had underestimated Cousin Molly and Dr Claire Andrews, it appears that in the case of the former we were destined to be forever fuck buddies and the latter of course I was to be her long term respite carer.
On top of which there were the ongoing negotiations with Agnes Snipe and the payments in kind for organizer extraordinaire Olivia Adamson but I also found it almost impossible to give up Pandora my special older woman.
After Georgie returned to the restaurant car and lunch was over we returned to our cabin.
The bunks had been stowed away and the banquette sofa had been restored and I thought we might while away the afternoon in mutual gratification.
Georgia clearly had a similar idea, as the moment we were back in the cabin she wriggled out of her skirt and was naked beneath it I stood briefly admiring her fluffy bush and then as she pulled her top off over her head I inched forward and ran my fingers through her lush growth.
“I think trains make me horny” she said as I worked my fingers towards her minge.
“Everything makes you horny” I said as my digits progressed through her damp whiskers and tentatively probed at her gash.
She leant back against the door and I kissed her as I fingered her slippery slit.
“Mmmmm” she moaned in my mouth and opened her thighs wider allowing me to slip two fingers into her creamy cunny.
As I frigged her and Georgia came loudly she closed her thighs on my hand.
I freed myself and carried her to the banquette where she climbed onto the sofa on all fours and presented me with her pink moist pussy so I knelt behind Georgia’s lovely naked body and slipped into her syrupy quim.
"Oh that feels so good Simon” Georgia said “So hot and so dirty"
Georgia had her face pressed against the glass admiring the spectacular scenery as the train travelled through the Italian Dolomites as I banged her wriggling squirming form.
Her hot panting breath huffed up the glass as I brought her to climax and Georgia screamed, a second later I erupted inside her.
When I withdrew my sticky shaft from her quim she rolled onto her back
"That was so good" she purred,
We had finished in a timely fashion as a few minutes later our afternoon tea was served in our cabin.
After tea Georgia wanted to play some more and I thought to myself
“Trains do make her horny” as she knelt on the floor sucking my cock.
And as the train pulled into Verona’s Porta Nuova station I pulled out of her.
Georgia freshened up and redressed while the train was in the station and I was happy to see her dressed in her matching yellow bra and panties and as she slipped on her yellow dress the train slowly departed and we knew it was time to prepare to disembark and I held her in my arms as we crossed the Venetian Lagoon and pulled into Santa Lucia station and so began our remarkable life together.
Monday 23 January 2017
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 83) Love On The Orient Express (Part One)
On Thursday morning I packed my suitcase for the trip and then as a result of an interesting few days I found myself in a rich vein of creativity, I spent the rest of the day writing until I took myself off to bed.
9 o’clock the next morning my lift to the airport arrived, I picked up my bags and opened the door to find, not Claire Andrews but Olivia Adamson.
“Taxi for Fisher” she said
“What’s going on?” I asked “I wasn’t expecting to see you today, what happened to Claire”
“She’s still out on a call” she replied “so she asked me to do it instead”
“Ok then lead on” I said and closed the door behind me
As she drove me to the airport I said
“This is very kind of you, I owe you one”
“Good” she replied, “The usual payment terms will be applied”
Marly-le-Roi was situated on the Seine River near Versailles and quite a taxi ride from Charles De Gaulle Airport.
When I reached the Auberge I checked in and went up to the room and after freshening up I went down to the bar to wait for the others.
As I sat in the bar waiting I reflected on how much I was looking forward to seeing Georgia, I had missed her terribly even though she had been gone for less than a week and I had busied myself in my normal way.
It may also have been the fact that we were going away together on our first proper holiday.
I was so lucky to have her in my life; there was a point when I thought I would lose her when she gave me an ultimatum to change my lascivious ways.
But she had never again questioned my behavior in regard to other women, which I must admit I then took as tacit approval.
I had tried to change but in the end I saw no harm in taking whatever opportunities presented themselves providing I was discreet.
But I did miss Georgie when we were apart.
They arrived about an hour later and the twins excitedly regaled me of tales of their trip while the others had a well-earned rest and a stiff drink and then after lunch I took the twins swimming while the other three had a siesta.
That night we let the twins chose the venue and we went to a Chinese buffet restaurant.
Then thankfully about 9 o’clock they finally ran out of steam and it was grownup time and when her parents retired for the night and I finally got to express my happiness at having her back.
The next morning we all got on a sightseeing boat up the Seine into the city and then the girls all went off shopping while Geoff and I did the cultural stuff.
Then we all met up again after lunch and did the touristy stuff together, the Eiffel tower, Notre Dame, Montmartre then we caught the boat back to Marly.
That evening we ate at a more grown up establishment, a 3 Michelin starred foodie’s heaven.
Wasted on the twins it has to be said but for the rest of us it was divine.
On Sunday morning we all went to the local Church and I must admit I rather enjoyed the experience despite the fact we didn’t understand a word being said.
We did happen to meet up with some fellow Brits who were equally confused so we joined them for a coffee.
After lunch Geoff and Laura went off to pack while we took the twins to the local park.
When we returned Geoff had the car loaded so we said our goodbyes and waved them off.
Georgia and I then spent the afternoon very decadently in our room.
Having spent the afternoon working up an appetite Georgia demanded to be fed and wanted to go to a local bistro and pig out.
I told her no but she could have a sandwich to keep her going until suppertime.
“Where are we eating supper?” she asked
“It’s a surprise” I replied
“I don’t like surprises” she said sulkily
All weekend Georgia had pestered me to tell her where we were going.
And I refused to tell her or give her any clues and it was driving her mad.
“Will I like it?” she asked
“Yes” I said
“Oh please tell me,” she begged
“Right let’s get packed” I said and got up
Getting packed distracted her for a while but she started again the minute we got in the taxi.
“Gare de l'Est s'il vous plait” I said
“Oui monsieur” the driver replied
“What was that?” she said “where did you say?”
We disembarked outside the grand façade and the driver unloaded the bags.
“Merci” I said as I settled the fare.
“Where are we?” Georgia asked staring up at the magnificent frontage.
I signaled to a porter
“L’Orient-Express s'il vous plait” I said
“Oui monsieur” the porter replied and loaded the bags onto his trolley.
“What?” Georgia said, “What did you say?”
“Come on this way, follow the porter” I instructed and took hold of her arm.
When we got to the gate I handed the guard my tickets and our passports.
When I turned around Georgia was standing open mouthed, staring at the sign.
“We’re going on The Orient-Express?” she asked in a faltering voice.
“Yes” I replied and she started crying
“I’m sorry,” she said wiping her eyes
“It’s such a wonderful surprise”
“I thought you didn’t like surprises?” I asked
“I lied” she replied and hugged me and whispered “Can we do it on the train?”
“Oh yes” I replied
As we followed the porter along the platform we got our first sight of “the train against which all other luxury trains are measured” It was a magnificent sight and was like stepping back in time to the heyday of Art Deco and a more gracious elegant age of travel.
The porter loaded our bags onto the train and the steward helped us to our vintage double cabin.
While I was settling with the porter and the steward Georgia excitedly explored our cabin.
It was set up, as a lounge area with a banquette sofa and a small table and in one corner she found hidden behind a door was a luxurious wash station, a washbasin with hot and cold water, plump fluffy towels and a selection of toiletries.
The only thing we didn’t have was our own toilet as that was situated at the end of the carriage.
We started to get ourselves settled in when Georgia said urgently
“Have you got your tablet with you?”
“Yes” I replied, “it’s in my bag”
“Great” she said “I want to Skype mum and dad”
She rummaged in my bag and hurried outside and down to the platform.
“We depart in 5 minutes Mam’selle” the steward called after her
I followed her out along the corridor
“5 minutes only monsieur” the steward said to me
“No problem” I said “she’s just a bit excited”
“Look where we are mum” she shouted as she aimed the tablet at the train and panned along the full length of the beautifully liveried rolling stock.
The steward came to the door and tapped his watch so I guided her back towards the train.
“We’re going on the train now” she shouted to her mum
Georgia gave her mum and dad the full tour of the cabin up until the train departed and then she said
“I’m so excited I need to pee”
She would have taken the tablet with her if I hadn’t taken it from her
“Your mum doesn’t need to watch you pee,” I said
I turned the screen towards me and said
“Hi Laura”
“Hello Simon, I’ve never seen her so excited” Laura said
“I know” I said, “I don’t know how I’m going to calm her down”
“She was so excited she didn’t say where you were going,” she said
“Well I haven’t told her yet,” I told her and quickly checked Georgia was out of earshot
“We’re going to Venice first, staying for three nights and then we’ll take the train back via Prague where we’ll stay for two nights”
“How wonderful “Laura said, “And Georgia doesn’t know?”
“Not a thing” I replied I heard a sound from the corridor and stuck my head out the door just in time to see Georgie closing the toilet door.
“That’s Georgia coming back”
“Ok well I’m ready for my bed,” she said just as Georgie arrived back
“Oh are you going?” Georgia asked
“Yes it’s my bed time” Laura said
“Bye bye darling have a lovely time and take lots of pictures, love you both”
“Bye mum” Georgie said, “I love you too”
“Does she know where we’re going?” she asked me suspiciously
“How would she know?” I asked and was spared any further interrogation by a knock on the door
When I opened it, it was the steward
“Dinner is being served in the dining car whenever you are ready” he said
“Thank you Pierre” I said and closed the door
“Right let’s get dressed” I said
Half an hour later we made our way to the “L'Oriental” Dining Car a Birmingham build Pullman car beautifully decorated in the Art Deco style, where we were wined and dined on a sumptuous four-course dinner.
When we sat down in the elegant carriage Georgia said
“I don’t want much I’m far too excited to eat”
Well four courses and a lot of wine later we waddled our way back to our cabin, which in our absence had been transformed, into a cosy bedroom with the banquette sofa now having given way to two single bunks.
We were both too tired, too full of gourmet food and too drunk to christen the bunks in the manner in which we would have liked so I helped her up into the top bunk and within ten minutes we were both asleep.
The next morning just after first light I had to get up to the toilet, I didn’t bother dressing and I trotted down the corridor in my pants.
When I returned to the cabin I quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when I spied in the early morning light Georgia’s naked buttock protruding from beneath her blanket.
I dallied by the bunk as I felt myself rising in unison with the sun and I leant in and kissed her plump cheek and the stirring continued.
I caressed her bare cheek and then followed the contours towards her crevice and probed gently between her lips.
At my first touch she was no more than moist but she lathered up very nicely as I stroked her and she began moaning softly into her pillow.
As she warmed to my rhythmic touch and her muffled moans emanated from her pillow I penetrated her with two fingers and frigged her quickly until she came.
After I had withdrawn my wet fingers from her hot pussy she swung her legs over the side and slid off her bunk so I could dispatch her on the lower bunk.
But as she slithered downwards with her legs flailing I took the initiative, I wrapped an arm around her waist and impatiently speared her before her feet could hit the floor.
I supported her weight with my left arm wrapped around her middle while my right hand grasped the edge of the bunk to give me some purchase while I fucked her.
But after a couple of strokes Georgie planted her feet on the bottom bunk and held tightly onto the top one and moaned uncontrollably as I pummelled her.
Her gorgeous little cheeks were slapping against my belly like waves lapping against the side of a boat.
She was so hot, so tight and so juicy and with every penetration she let out little high-pitched grunts.
I could feel myself on the threshold as Georgia bobbed up and down on me like a monkey on a stick.
And then with a scream of satisfaction she went rigid, but I pressed on with the assault until I too climaxed and exploded inside her sweet cunny.
While we sat in the post coital afterglow cuddling on my bunk we looked out at the magnificent scenery of the Swiss Alps, then a few minutes later there was a knock on the door when I opened it, it was our breakfast being delivered to the cabin.
9 o’clock the next morning my lift to the airport arrived, I picked up my bags and opened the door to find, not Claire Andrews but Olivia Adamson.
“Taxi for Fisher” she said
“What’s going on?” I asked “I wasn’t expecting to see you today, what happened to Claire”
“She’s still out on a call” she replied “so she asked me to do it instead”
“Ok then lead on” I said and closed the door behind me
As she drove me to the airport I said
“This is very kind of you, I owe you one”
“Good” she replied, “The usual payment terms will be applied”
Marly-le-Roi was situated on the Seine River near Versailles and quite a taxi ride from Charles De Gaulle Airport.
When I reached the Auberge I checked in and went up to the room and after freshening up I went down to the bar to wait for the others.
As I sat in the bar waiting I reflected on how much I was looking forward to seeing Georgia, I had missed her terribly even though she had been gone for less than a week and I had busied myself in my normal way.
It may also have been the fact that we were going away together on our first proper holiday.
I was so lucky to have her in my life; there was a point when I thought I would lose her when she gave me an ultimatum to change my lascivious ways.
But she had never again questioned my behavior in regard to other women, which I must admit I then took as tacit approval.
I had tried to change but in the end I saw no harm in taking whatever opportunities presented themselves providing I was discreet.
But I did miss Georgie when we were apart.
They arrived about an hour later and the twins excitedly regaled me of tales of their trip while the others had a well-earned rest and a stiff drink and then after lunch I took the twins swimming while the other three had a siesta.
That night we let the twins chose the venue and we went to a Chinese buffet restaurant.
Then thankfully about 9 o’clock they finally ran out of steam and it was grownup time and when her parents retired for the night and I finally got to express my happiness at having her back.
The next morning we all got on a sightseeing boat up the Seine into the city and then the girls all went off shopping while Geoff and I did the cultural stuff.
Then we all met up again after lunch and did the touristy stuff together, the Eiffel tower, Notre Dame, Montmartre then we caught the boat back to Marly.
That evening we ate at a more grown up establishment, a 3 Michelin starred foodie’s heaven.
Wasted on the twins it has to be said but for the rest of us it was divine.
On Sunday morning we all went to the local Church and I must admit I rather enjoyed the experience despite the fact we didn’t understand a word being said.
We did happen to meet up with some fellow Brits who were equally confused so we joined them for a coffee.
After lunch Geoff and Laura went off to pack while we took the twins to the local park.
When we returned Geoff had the car loaded so we said our goodbyes and waved them off.
Georgia and I then spent the afternoon very decadently in our room.
Having spent the afternoon working up an appetite Georgia demanded to be fed and wanted to go to a local bistro and pig out.
I told her no but she could have a sandwich to keep her going until suppertime.
“Where are we eating supper?” she asked
“It’s a surprise” I replied
“I don’t like surprises” she said sulkily
All weekend Georgia had pestered me to tell her where we were going.
And I refused to tell her or give her any clues and it was driving her mad.
“Will I like it?” she asked
“Yes” I said
“Oh please tell me,” she begged
“Right let’s get packed” I said and got up
Getting packed distracted her for a while but she started again the minute we got in the taxi.
“Gare de l'Est s'il vous plait” I said
“Oui monsieur” the driver replied
“What was that?” she said “where did you say?”
We disembarked outside the grand façade and the driver unloaded the bags.
“Merci” I said as I settled the fare.
“Where are we?” Georgia asked staring up at the magnificent frontage.
I signaled to a porter
“L’Orient-Express s'il vous plait” I said
“Oui monsieur” the porter replied and loaded the bags onto his trolley.
“What?” Georgia said, “What did you say?”
“Come on this way, follow the porter” I instructed and took hold of her arm.
When we got to the gate I handed the guard my tickets and our passports.
When I turned around Georgia was standing open mouthed, staring at the sign.
“We’re going on The Orient-Express?” she asked in a faltering voice.
“Yes” I replied and she started crying
“I’m sorry,” she said wiping her eyes
“It’s such a wonderful surprise”
“I thought you didn’t like surprises?” I asked
“I lied” she replied and hugged me and whispered “Can we do it on the train?”
“Oh yes” I replied
As we followed the porter along the platform we got our first sight of “the train against which all other luxury trains are measured” It was a magnificent sight and was like stepping back in time to the heyday of Art Deco and a more gracious elegant age of travel.
The porter loaded our bags onto the train and the steward helped us to our vintage double cabin.
While I was settling with the porter and the steward Georgia excitedly explored our cabin.
It was set up, as a lounge area with a banquette sofa and a small table and in one corner she found hidden behind a door was a luxurious wash station, a washbasin with hot and cold water, plump fluffy towels and a selection of toiletries.
The only thing we didn’t have was our own toilet as that was situated at the end of the carriage.
We started to get ourselves settled in when Georgia said urgently
“Have you got your tablet with you?”
“Yes” I replied, “it’s in my bag”
“Great” she said “I want to Skype mum and dad”
She rummaged in my bag and hurried outside and down to the platform.
“We depart in 5 minutes Mam’selle” the steward called after her
I followed her out along the corridor
“5 minutes only monsieur” the steward said to me
“No problem” I said “she’s just a bit excited”
“Look where we are mum” she shouted as she aimed the tablet at the train and panned along the full length of the beautifully liveried rolling stock.
The steward came to the door and tapped his watch so I guided her back towards the train.
“We’re going on the train now” she shouted to her mum
Georgia gave her mum and dad the full tour of the cabin up until the train departed and then she said
“I’m so excited I need to pee”
She would have taken the tablet with her if I hadn’t taken it from her
“Your mum doesn’t need to watch you pee,” I said
I turned the screen towards me and said
“Hi Laura”
“Hello Simon, I’ve never seen her so excited” Laura said
“I know” I said, “I don’t know how I’m going to calm her down”
“She was so excited she didn’t say where you were going,” she said
“Well I haven’t told her yet,” I told her and quickly checked Georgia was out of earshot
“We’re going to Venice first, staying for three nights and then we’ll take the train back via Prague where we’ll stay for two nights”
“How wonderful “Laura said, “And Georgia doesn’t know?”
“Not a thing” I replied I heard a sound from the corridor and stuck my head out the door just in time to see Georgie closing the toilet door.
“That’s Georgia coming back”
“Ok well I’m ready for my bed,” she said just as Georgie arrived back
“Oh are you going?” Georgia asked
“Yes it’s my bed time” Laura said
“Bye bye darling have a lovely time and take lots of pictures, love you both”
“Bye mum” Georgie said, “I love you too”
“Does she know where we’re going?” she asked me suspiciously
“How would she know?” I asked and was spared any further interrogation by a knock on the door
When I opened it, it was the steward
“Dinner is being served in the dining car whenever you are ready” he said
“Thank you Pierre” I said and closed the door
“Right let’s get dressed” I said
Half an hour later we made our way to the “L'Oriental” Dining Car a Birmingham build Pullman car beautifully decorated in the Art Deco style, where we were wined and dined on a sumptuous four-course dinner.
When we sat down in the elegant carriage Georgia said
“I don’t want much I’m far too excited to eat”
Well four courses and a lot of wine later we waddled our way back to our cabin, which in our absence had been transformed, into a cosy bedroom with the banquette sofa now having given way to two single bunks.
We were both too tired, too full of gourmet food and too drunk to christen the bunks in the manner in which we would have liked so I helped her up into the top bunk and within ten minutes we were both asleep.
The next morning just after first light I had to get up to the toilet, I didn’t bother dressing and I trotted down the corridor in my pants.
When I returned to the cabin I quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when I spied in the early morning light Georgia’s naked buttock protruding from beneath her blanket.
I dallied by the bunk as I felt myself rising in unison with the sun and I leant in and kissed her plump cheek and the stirring continued.
I caressed her bare cheek and then followed the contours towards her crevice and probed gently between her lips.
At my first touch she was no more than moist but she lathered up very nicely as I stroked her and she began moaning softly into her pillow.
As she warmed to my rhythmic touch and her muffled moans emanated from her pillow I penetrated her with two fingers and frigged her quickly until she came.
After I had withdrawn my wet fingers from her hot pussy she swung her legs over the side and slid off her bunk so I could dispatch her on the lower bunk.
But as she slithered downwards with her legs flailing I took the initiative, I wrapped an arm around her waist and impatiently speared her before her feet could hit the floor.
I supported her weight with my left arm wrapped around her middle while my right hand grasped the edge of the bunk to give me some purchase while I fucked her.
But after a couple of strokes Georgie planted her feet on the bottom bunk and held tightly onto the top one and moaned uncontrollably as I pummelled her.
Her gorgeous little cheeks were slapping against my belly like waves lapping against the side of a boat.
She was so hot, so tight and so juicy and with every penetration she let out little high-pitched grunts.
I could feel myself on the threshold as Georgia bobbed up and down on me like a monkey on a stick.
And then with a scream of satisfaction she went rigid, but I pressed on with the assault until I too climaxed and exploded inside her sweet cunny.
While we sat in the post coital afterglow cuddling on my bunk we looked out at the magnificent scenery of the Swiss Alps, then a few minutes later there was a knock on the door when I opened it, it was our breakfast being delivered to the cabin.
Saturday 21 January 2017
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 82) Payment In Kind
In the early evening as the flowing waters lapped against the side of barge I lapped at Pandy’s flowing waters and we made love again with the spring sunlight shining through the window, flooding the cabin in an orange glow.
It was getting dark as we left the barge and returned to the car.
“That was a very pleasant afternoon,” I said
“Wasn’t it” Pandora said with a grin.
“I’m not so sure that your sister in law won’t know that someone’s been there,” I said
“I know, we certainly left our mark on the bed linen” Pandora said with a chuckle
Pandora drove back along the same country lanes we had negotiated early, though with considerably less urgency on the homeward bound leg.
We journeyed in silence, lost in our own thoughts and I watched her as she drove, with a serene expression on her face until we reached the outskirts of the village when she said
“I love Harry”
The Harry she was referring to was Harry Beaumont, brother of Mortimer, who she had been seeing romantically since January.
“Good” I replied, “He’s a good man”
“But I don’t want to stop” she continued
“Stop what?” I asked although I knew what she meant
“You know what” she replied
“Harry is gentle thoughtful lover”
“But?” I interrupted
“But I want my eyes to roll back in my head and have toe curling orgasms once in a while” Pandora admitted
“I don’t want to stop either,” I said
“Why didn’t you say so before” she responded and slapped me
“Because I wanted to hear you say how much you wanted me,” I answered
Pandora blushed slightly and she smiled and took hold of my hand.
Pandora drove me back to the Golf club and dropped me in the car park.
“Are you coming in for a drink?” I asked
“I can’t darling” she said, “I’m desperately late as it is”
“Not even a quick one?” I asked
“I know your idea of a quick one” she laughed “Anyway you’ve monopolized my time all day”
“Time well spent though,” I said
“Definitely” she said
“Well if I can’t tempt you I’ll have to quench your thirst another time then” I said
“You normally do” Pandora shouted as she drove away and then I went in for a drink.
When I walked into the club lounge I found Geoff and Laura sitting at a table in the corner.
“Hello you two” I said leaning in to kiss her
“Hello Simon” Laura said
After shaking hands with Geoff I bought some drinks and sat down.
“We don’t often see you in here” I said
“We came in to chat with Georgia on her break” Geoff said
“Last minute details for the holiday”
This did not surprise me, as Geoff was a meticulous planner.
However on this occasion his problem was that and his plans had been interfered with.
On Sunday he was driving Laura and the girls to France where they were going to visit Euro Disney among other things before returning to the UK on Friday in time for Georgia and me to go away together.
Now when I say Geoff had planned the trip I mean he planned it to the nth degree.
Where they would go, where they would eat, duration of each visit etc.
However Laura and Georgia had thrown a spanner in the works because they wanted to spend a day in Paris doing some girlie shopping and this did not fit in Geoff’s literary in any way shape or form.
Just then Georgia appeared.
“Hi Hon” she said “I wasn’t expecting to see you here”
“I’ve been on the course all day” I said “I just came in for a quick one before going home”
I kissed her and went to get her a drink, when I returned to the table Georgia and Laura had ganged up on Geoff to get him to give in.
“Come on play fare you two,” I said
“But we really want to go shopping” Georgia said in a sulky teenager voice.
“Can we delay our trip by a day?”
“No” I replied, “it’s all booked”
“So that’s that then,” Georgia said sulkily
“Well not necessarily” I mused, “there is a compromise solution”
“What’s that?” Laura asked
“Well you can still do Geoff’s meticulously planned trip” I suggested “but instead of coming home on Friday go into Paris”
“But we have to get Georgia back on Friday” Geoff said
“Not if I meet up with you in Paris on Friday” I said
“We can stay at an Auberge”
“But what about your holiday?” Laura asked
“Well we stay in Paris for two night, the girls can spend Saturday shopping while Geoff and I can go and look at paintings of naked women in the Louvre” I paused “then on Sunday you Geoff and the twins come home and Georgia and I can leave for our holiday from Paris”
“We can leave from Paris?” Georgia “Where are we going then?”
“It’s a secret” I replied
There was silence for a short while as the three of them pondered my suggestion, looking for flaws in the plan.
Georgia’s expression changed as she had clearly thought of something and opened her mouth to speak but I interrupted her.
“You will need to pack for both trips, but don’t forget you can always treat yourself to some new clothes in Paris”
“It’s a sound plan as far as I can see” Geoff said which, was high praise indeed.
“I think it will be great,” Laura said
“Me too” Georgia said and then kissed me and then whispered
“I’ll by new underwear too”
“That’s a plan then?” I asked and everyone concurred
“Ok I’ll book the Auberge tomorrow” I said “my treat and no arguments”
Although I’d only had two pints at the club I felt a bit pissed when I got home, but then I hadn’t eaten since breakfast and I’d expended a lot of energy one way and another.
So I made myself beans on toast and then went to bed.
On Saturday morning I was starving hungry so I made myself a full English breakfast.
After which I set about making the changes to the holiday arrangements.
First of all I went on line to find a suitable place for everyone to stay.
I finally settled on an Auberge in Marly-le-Roi in the
Western suburbs of Paris.
So I made the booking and emailed all the details to Geoff so he could integrate it into his holiday pack.
Georgia worked on Saturday at the club and then spent the night with me but she left early on Sunday morning so she could finish her packing.
She would have left earlier had she not insisted on farewell shag.
After she had gone I showered, breakfasted and went down to St Lucy’s for some spiritual refreshment.
After the service I walked around to the Gregory’s just in time to wave them off.
Then I went home and settled down to work.
I had quite a bit to catch up with so I slowly plodded on through my emails, when I reached one from my agent Lionel Bloom.
There was a document attached so I clicked on it and I couldn’t believe my eyes.
I picked up the phone and selected his number.
“Lionel Bloom” the voice said
“Lionel” I said “Sorry to disturb you on a Sunday”
“You’ve seen the email then” he said
“I have” I replied “are those figures correct?”
“Absolutely kosher” he answered
“Then the decimal point isn’t in the wrong place?” I asked
“No its not” I said and laughed
The subject matter of the email was the first set of revenue figures for the Overend recordings, and the numbers were incredible.
Easy street incredible.
My royalties for the previous year were quite substantial and more than enough to live comfortably on but this other money was in a league of its own and it was only for the first few months of the year.
I had to do something with it and thinking what course of action to take occupied me for the rest of the day.
On Monday I needed to make the change to the time and location of departure for mine and Georgia’s holiday and for that, as the itinerary was quite complicated, I contacted my travel agent, also known as Olivia Adamson, Practice manager of the village surgery and organizational genius.
There was a small surcharge levied for the changes to the itinerary, which involved me helping Olivia out of her underwear and into a state of disgrace.
As Georgia was away in France I chose to spread the charges over a few days paying once in her office out of surgery hours, the second on the floor in my lounge and a third in the back of her car in the little secluded car park by the river that Pandora drove me to.
I thought that asking favour’s of Olivia was a much more enjoyable way of making reservation than doing it myself online.
I spoke to Lionel again on Tuesday and asked him to recommend an accountant of a solicitor or both to help me set up a trust fund or something like it.
He knew just the person his younger brother Emmanuelle he set up a meeting for me for the following day.
I was thrilled that Gerald Overend’s tapes and transcriptions were returning such a great sum of revenue but I felt a bit guilty, as they weren’t mine to benefit from.
So I decided that I wanted someone more deserving than me to benefit from it.
After meeting with Manny Bloom he confirmed there would be a sufficient stream of royalties to fund what I had in mind, namely two scholarship funds for pupils from St Lucy’s, one was the Gerald Overend Literary Scholarship and the other was the Katy Oliver Theology Scholarship.
That evening I phoned Eleanor Overend and gave her the news and she broke down in tears.
On Wednesday I arranged a meeting with the Vicar, Robert Hunter and the Headmistress of St Lucy’s, Donna Dauphinais, to discuss my proposal which was well received by them, but I asked that they put my offer forward at the next Governors meeting and would await their response.
The remainder of the day was spent completing my correspondence and typing up my notes onto my laptop.
This left just enough time for me to give Olivia the final installment of her surcharge in the back of her car.
“Come on then Olivia if you want me to pay” I said clambering into the back of the car.
We had already had a significant period of foreplay in the front and I was sitting in the middle of the back seat trouser-less and sporting a large erection still wet with her saliva as she opened the door and climbed in.
Olivia was not a big unit but she was a tall girl and she was sidling between me and the front seats like a cinema latecomer trying to get to her seat.
For some reason she wanted to be on the other side of me before we continued, I didn’t know nor understand her rationale and to be honest I didn’t really care.
But when she was at the zenith above my lap I lifted her skirt to expose her tidy buttocks and gripping her hips I pulled her downwards until her tight pussy enveloped me and she was squatting on my shaft.
Olivia gripped the headrests as she rose and fell on me, rising to the very tip of me on the up stroke and using every inch of my shaft on the down and the wonderfully dirty noises echoed around the car.
But despite her obvious ecstasy she lost none of her rhythm and her stamina showed no signs of wavering as she rode me right up to the point my aching balls were fit to burst and I gripped her boney hips until she milked me dry.
She finally relaxed breathless onto my lap and leaned back against me.
“Do I get a receipt for that” I asked
It was getting dark as we left the barge and returned to the car.
“That was a very pleasant afternoon,” I said
“Wasn’t it” Pandora said with a grin.
“I’m not so sure that your sister in law won’t know that someone’s been there,” I said
“I know, we certainly left our mark on the bed linen” Pandora said with a chuckle
Pandora drove back along the same country lanes we had negotiated early, though with considerably less urgency on the homeward bound leg.
We journeyed in silence, lost in our own thoughts and I watched her as she drove, with a serene expression on her face until we reached the outskirts of the village when she said
“I love Harry”
The Harry she was referring to was Harry Beaumont, brother of Mortimer, who she had been seeing romantically since January.
“Good” I replied, “He’s a good man”
“But I don’t want to stop” she continued
“Stop what?” I asked although I knew what she meant
“You know what” she replied
“Harry is gentle thoughtful lover”
“But?” I interrupted
“But I want my eyes to roll back in my head and have toe curling orgasms once in a while” Pandora admitted
“I don’t want to stop either,” I said
“Why didn’t you say so before” she responded and slapped me
“Because I wanted to hear you say how much you wanted me,” I answered
Pandora blushed slightly and she smiled and took hold of my hand.
Pandora drove me back to the Golf club and dropped me in the car park.
“Are you coming in for a drink?” I asked
“I can’t darling” she said, “I’m desperately late as it is”
“Not even a quick one?” I asked
“I know your idea of a quick one” she laughed “Anyway you’ve monopolized my time all day”
“Time well spent though,” I said
“Definitely” she said
“Well if I can’t tempt you I’ll have to quench your thirst another time then” I said
“You normally do” Pandora shouted as she drove away and then I went in for a drink.
When I walked into the club lounge I found Geoff and Laura sitting at a table in the corner.
“Hello you two” I said leaning in to kiss her
“Hello Simon” Laura said
After shaking hands with Geoff I bought some drinks and sat down.
“We don’t often see you in here” I said
“We came in to chat with Georgia on her break” Geoff said
“Last minute details for the holiday”
This did not surprise me, as Geoff was a meticulous planner.
However on this occasion his problem was that and his plans had been interfered with.
On Sunday he was driving Laura and the girls to France where they were going to visit Euro Disney among other things before returning to the UK on Friday in time for Georgia and me to go away together.
Now when I say Geoff had planned the trip I mean he planned it to the nth degree.
Where they would go, where they would eat, duration of each visit etc.
However Laura and Georgia had thrown a spanner in the works because they wanted to spend a day in Paris doing some girlie shopping and this did not fit in Geoff’s literary in any way shape or form.
Just then Georgia appeared.
“Hi Hon” she said “I wasn’t expecting to see you here”
“I’ve been on the course all day” I said “I just came in for a quick one before going home”
I kissed her and went to get her a drink, when I returned to the table Georgia and Laura had ganged up on Geoff to get him to give in.
“Come on play fare you two,” I said
“But we really want to go shopping” Georgia said in a sulky teenager voice.
“Can we delay our trip by a day?”
“No” I replied, “it’s all booked”
“So that’s that then,” Georgia said sulkily
“Well not necessarily” I mused, “there is a compromise solution”
“What’s that?” Laura asked
“Well you can still do Geoff’s meticulously planned trip” I suggested “but instead of coming home on Friday go into Paris”
“But we have to get Georgia back on Friday” Geoff said
“Not if I meet up with you in Paris on Friday” I said
“We can stay at an Auberge”
“But what about your holiday?” Laura asked
“Well we stay in Paris for two night, the girls can spend Saturday shopping while Geoff and I can go and look at paintings of naked women in the Louvre” I paused “then on Sunday you Geoff and the twins come home and Georgia and I can leave for our holiday from Paris”
“We can leave from Paris?” Georgia “Where are we going then?”
“It’s a secret” I replied
There was silence for a short while as the three of them pondered my suggestion, looking for flaws in the plan.
Georgia’s expression changed as she had clearly thought of something and opened her mouth to speak but I interrupted her.
“You will need to pack for both trips, but don’t forget you can always treat yourself to some new clothes in Paris”
“It’s a sound plan as far as I can see” Geoff said which, was high praise indeed.
“I think it will be great,” Laura said
“Me too” Georgia said and then kissed me and then whispered
“I’ll by new underwear too”
“That’s a plan then?” I asked and everyone concurred
“Ok I’ll book the Auberge tomorrow” I said “my treat and no arguments”
Although I’d only had two pints at the club I felt a bit pissed when I got home, but then I hadn’t eaten since breakfast and I’d expended a lot of energy one way and another.
So I made myself beans on toast and then went to bed.
On Saturday morning I was starving hungry so I made myself a full English breakfast.
After which I set about making the changes to the holiday arrangements.
First of all I went on line to find a suitable place for everyone to stay.
I finally settled on an Auberge in Marly-le-Roi in the
Western suburbs of Paris.
So I made the booking and emailed all the details to Geoff so he could integrate it into his holiday pack.
Georgia worked on Saturday at the club and then spent the night with me but she left early on Sunday morning so she could finish her packing.
She would have left earlier had she not insisted on farewell shag.
After she had gone I showered, breakfasted and went down to St Lucy’s for some spiritual refreshment.
After the service I walked around to the Gregory’s just in time to wave them off.
Then I went home and settled down to work.
I had quite a bit to catch up with so I slowly plodded on through my emails, when I reached one from my agent Lionel Bloom.
There was a document attached so I clicked on it and I couldn’t believe my eyes.
I picked up the phone and selected his number.
“Lionel Bloom” the voice said
“Lionel” I said “Sorry to disturb you on a Sunday”
“You’ve seen the email then” he said
“I have” I replied “are those figures correct?”
“Absolutely kosher” he answered
“Then the decimal point isn’t in the wrong place?” I asked
“No its not” I said and laughed
The subject matter of the email was the first set of revenue figures for the Overend recordings, and the numbers were incredible.
Easy street incredible.
My royalties for the previous year were quite substantial and more than enough to live comfortably on but this other money was in a league of its own and it was only for the first few months of the year.
I had to do something with it and thinking what course of action to take occupied me for the rest of the day.
On Monday I needed to make the change to the time and location of departure for mine and Georgia’s holiday and for that, as the itinerary was quite complicated, I contacted my travel agent, also known as Olivia Adamson, Practice manager of the village surgery and organizational genius.
There was a small surcharge levied for the changes to the itinerary, which involved me helping Olivia out of her underwear and into a state of disgrace.
As Georgia was away in France I chose to spread the charges over a few days paying once in her office out of surgery hours, the second on the floor in my lounge and a third in the back of her car in the little secluded car park by the river that Pandora drove me to.
I thought that asking favour’s of Olivia was a much more enjoyable way of making reservation than doing it myself online.
I spoke to Lionel again on Tuesday and asked him to recommend an accountant of a solicitor or both to help me set up a trust fund or something like it.
He knew just the person his younger brother Emmanuelle he set up a meeting for me for the following day.
I was thrilled that Gerald Overend’s tapes and transcriptions were returning such a great sum of revenue but I felt a bit guilty, as they weren’t mine to benefit from.
So I decided that I wanted someone more deserving than me to benefit from it.
After meeting with Manny Bloom he confirmed there would be a sufficient stream of royalties to fund what I had in mind, namely two scholarship funds for pupils from St Lucy’s, one was the Gerald Overend Literary Scholarship and the other was the Katy Oliver Theology Scholarship.
That evening I phoned Eleanor Overend and gave her the news and she broke down in tears.
On Wednesday I arranged a meeting with the Vicar, Robert Hunter and the Headmistress of St Lucy’s, Donna Dauphinais, to discuss my proposal which was well received by them, but I asked that they put my offer forward at the next Governors meeting and would await their response.
The remainder of the day was spent completing my correspondence and typing up my notes onto my laptop.
This left just enough time for me to give Olivia the final installment of her surcharge in the back of her car.
“Come on then Olivia if you want me to pay” I said clambering into the back of the car.
We had already had a significant period of foreplay in the front and I was sitting in the middle of the back seat trouser-less and sporting a large erection still wet with her saliva as she opened the door and climbed in.
Olivia was not a big unit but she was a tall girl and she was sidling between me and the front seats like a cinema latecomer trying to get to her seat.
For some reason she wanted to be on the other side of me before we continued, I didn’t know nor understand her rationale and to be honest I didn’t really care.
But when she was at the zenith above my lap I lifted her skirt to expose her tidy buttocks and gripping her hips I pulled her downwards until her tight pussy enveloped me and she was squatting on my shaft.
Olivia gripped the headrests as she rose and fell on me, rising to the very tip of me on the up stroke and using every inch of my shaft on the down and the wonderfully dirty noises echoed around the car.
But despite her obvious ecstasy she lost none of her rhythm and her stamina showed no signs of wavering as she rode me right up to the point my aching balls were fit to burst and I gripped her boney hips until she milked me dry.
She finally relaxed breathless onto my lap and leaned back against me.
“Do I get a receipt for that” I asked
Friday 20 January 2017
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 81) Randy Pandy
After a vigorous session of negotiations with Agnes Snipe in her office I crossed the fairway towards home thinking that it would be very interesting to see how the negotiations with “The Wicked Witch of the West” would develop over the coming months.
Dawn was breaking as I reached my back door and I smiled as I recalled how I left Agnes draped on her leather couch naked and despoiled breathing hard with her shaven Minge moist and bejeweled on full display.
I smiled to myself at the sight of the dragon slain in her lair by the good knight and his lance.
Though in truth she wasn’t the Witch or Dragon that she liked people to think she was.
I went inside and made coffee while the bath filled then I took my drink into the bathroom and had a long soak. After which I took myself off to bed.
When I got up it was after lunch and I felt fresh and revived until an hour later when Georgia came home and wore me out again.
First thing on Monday morning I dropped into the surgery to see Olivia.
I spoke to the receptionist and then waited by the desk.
After 5 minutes Olivia appeared.
“Good morning Mr Fisher” she said coldly
“Olivia” I said, “How are you”
“How can I help Mr Fisher?”
“That’s very formal from someone with an intimate knowledge of my kitchen floor” I whispered.
“Come into my office” she said
Once inside she closed the door
“You mustn’t talk about what happened after the funeral,” she said
“Why? Didn’t you enjoy it?” I asked
“You know I did, that’s not the point,” she said
“The warm Olivia was wonderful” I said “don’t let the cold one take over again”
There were a few moments of silence before she said
“I won’t”
“Good, now Claire left these things in my car on Friday” I said “Can you look after them for me?”
“Claire’s not in today” she said
“I know and I’m going with her,” I said
“Why couldn’t you give it to her yourself?” she asked
“Because I’m meeting her in Guildford, so tongues won’t wag” I said “and I didn’t want to take all this on the train”
Olivia nodded
“Plus I wanted to touch base with you” I said and she blushed.
Until it was time to catch the train to meet Claire I busied myself writing and catching up with correspondence.
About 10.30am Georgia phoned me in a state of great excitement to tell me that Agnes Snipe had told her that we could have our first choice for the wedding reception, the date and the main ballroom because of a sudden cancellation.
“I don’t know what caused the sudden cancellation” she said “and I don’t care”
I think you might have cared had she known that I had to skewer Snipe on her desk to free up the date.
I met Claire in the car park at Guildford station and she drove to the to the specialists surgery.
I stayed with her throughout the procedure and then drove her home afterwards, which left me stranded, I hadn’t really thought it through, but in the end I got a cab to the station and got the train home.
When I got back to the village I went straight to the Vicarage, it was well into the afternoon by them and I met with the Vicar Robert Hunter to book St Lucy’s Church for the wedding.
“I think were booked up,” he said perusing the diary.
“Oh no” I said, “Georgia will be so disappointed”
“Don’t worry only kidding,” he said, “I’d already penciled it in”
“How did you know?” I asked
“I overheard Laura Gregory discussing it with Mrs. Beamish” he replied
“It was Tally’s idea to tell you it was taken” he said “isn’t she a wicked girl”
“If only you knew just how wicked,” I thought.
Later that afternoon I met Georgia from work and took her to the pictures.
The rest of the week Georgia was working double shifts so I found myself largely left in my own company, which I had to admit I had finally come to enjoy again.
On Thursday however my peace and tranquility was shattered by a visit from my cleaner Beryl Beamish.
“I’ll be spring cleaning tomorrow Mr. Fisher” she stated “All day”
“All day?” I responded
“It hasn’t had a thorough going over since the dear Vicar moved in,” she said quietly
“I had best make myself scarce for the day then” I said
“Thank you dear” she said using a term of endearment she had never used to me before Katy took up residence.
As luck would have it just as Beryl was leaving I saw Judith pull up on her drive.
So I stood on the path as she disembarked.
“Hi Simon” she said brightly “Everything ok?”
“Hi Judith” I replied “Mrs. B just told me I need to vacate the premises tomorrow”
Judith raised her eyebrows
“Spring cleaning” I said replying to her unasked question.
“Ah” she said sagely
“Are you and the girls playing tomorrow?” I asked
“Well Mortimer and I are” she replied and “Pandora and Harry were going to make up a foursome but Harry has to work so Pandy dropped out”
Mortimer and Harry were the Beaumont brothers and the romantic partners of the two ladies.
“If you phone Pandora you two could make up the four” she suggested
“Good idea, thanks Judith” I said and went back inside and phoned Pandora.
It was a pleasant morning as I stood waiting on the terrace for my party to arrive.
I only had to walk from the back of my house and across the 18th fairway so I normally arrived ahead of everyone else.
I looked at the sky and hoped it would stay fine as Claire still had my waterproofs in her car.
It was warmer than it had been over the previous week, with the skies a mainly blue expanse broken only by the occasional passing cloud of fluffy white.
The wind was very light and I thought unlikely to affect anyone’s game adversely that day so I was expecting a pleasant round.
Considering the beautiful weather the course wasn’t overly busy.
Judith and Mortimer arrived about ten minutes ahead of Pandora who appeared in typical Pandora style on time to the minute.
She was looking as lovely as the weather, immaculately turned out as usual.
She was wearing her trademark large peaked white cap with her shortish blonde hair scraped into a ponytail sticking out the back.
The rest of her outfit was all matching, predominately white with jade trim, Polo shirt, short flared skirt and ankle socks.
Her ensemble was then finished off with white Golf shoes and a Jade green glove.
And I knew from past experience that her sports bra and knickers would continue the colour theme.
Now I had noticed that ever since I had started writing bodice rippers, which are according to my mother effectively soft porn,
I seemed to be permanently horny and I looked at every woman with a renewed appreciation.
When I first started I did exclude certain women from the gaze of my pornographer’s eye.
But shagging Victoria Braithwaite, Olivia Adamson and Agnes Snipe had taught me not to be too judgmental.
We tee-ed off at 8.30am and we expected it to be a leisurely round as there was no one waiting behind us.
I smiled as Pandora bent down to tee her ball as I noticed that as I suspected she was wearing white knickers with jade green piping.
I thought to myself that even if I didn’t live in a perpetual state of horniness, and I hadn’t enjoyed Pandora on a number of occasions I would still consider her to be a very attractive woman.
I’m not sure if it was because I was a scribbler of slutty romances that I studied and appreciated her finer points or that I was just a dog.
The way her hips moved when she struck the ball or the way her tits kept moving long after the ball had gone.
The way she wiggled as she walked down the fairway or the way her buttocks clenched when she was preparing to putt.
I think it was probably because I was a man and she was fit.
We were playing match play and it was Pandora and I against Mortimer and Judith.
After we had all hit our tee shots we set off, Pandy and I on foot and Morty and Jude in a buggy.
Well despite my horniness and the distraction of Pandora bending over and flashing her draws I managed to card a pretty fair score and Pandora was having a good round as well so by the time we reached the 7th tee we were two holes up on the others.
On the seventh fairway all four of us had hit to the same part of the fairway and our balls finished up about 20 yards apart.
Up to that point Pandora and I had walked and the other two had ridden but as all our balls were so close Mortimer suggested we all climb aboard.
Mortimer was driving, Judith was riding shotgun, and I shared the back seat with the golf bags so Pandora sat on my lap.
Now all morning I had been in my usual state of semi arousal as I often was when around Pandora but as she climbed onto the cart to sit on my lap her perfume engulfed me my arousal escalated.
Once she had climbed aboard my lap she was positioned, either by accident or design, right over my cock.
“Is everyone aboard?” Morti asked
“Yes” Pandora and I said in unison.
Mortimer took it quite steady but after about 10 yards we went over a bump and the whole buggy lurched and the lump in my shorts hit Pandora right on the money and she let out a yelp.
“Ok back there” Judith asked
“Yes all fine” Pandora said relaxing herself on my lap.
For the rest of the short journey I flexed the ravenous beast in my baggy shorts and tapped it repeatedly on her flange.
We all hit our second shots just short of the green and climbed back aboard the buggy and Pandora once again parked her pussy in prime position and insured a rose once more.
When we reached the apron Pandora lingered on my lap and when she finally dismounted she slithered off me and dragged her skirt right up off her arse.
She stood next to the buggy with her white knickered arse exposed and she appeared to be in no hurry to cover it again, so while Mortimer and Judith played their shots from a safe distance away I helped myself to a generous handful of plump buttock until it was time for us to play.
Unsurprisingly we halved that hole but over the next few holes we increased our lead over our opponents to 5, despite the fact Pandy’s game had gone to shit.
She sliced her tee shots into the trees and hit every ditch and pond in sight.
I took every opportunity to grope her as the game went on,
Every time she bent over I stroked her arse, or put my hand up her skirt and caressed her plump buttock.
But as we stood on the 13th fairway and I casually brushed her breast she snapped at me
“For God’s sake stop it Simon, stop pawing at me. Unless you’re going to back up the foreplay and shag me senseless”
“Well the sooner we finish this round then the sooner I’ll have these drawers round your ankles” I retorted pinging the elastic of her knickers
“And that happy end result won’t come to fruition if you keep hitting the ball like a novice”
After our little pep talk the old Pandora was back with a vengeance and we won every hole.
Even on the 17th, a tricky blind par three, she hit a birdie.
Despite it being the scene of her first debauchment at my hands she still held her nerve.
My game held together despite the fact I was handicapped by a permanent hard on, which never dwindle as Pandora was then either flaunting herself or actually grabbing my cock.
“This isn’t stroke play you know,” I said as she tugged my cock through shorts.
Pandora just carried on until Judith almost caught her at it and she walked away giggling.
That left just the par 5, 18th to complete the round.
Judith, Mortimer and I had all hit decent drives but as I stood watching Pandora’s pre swing wiggle I was so lost in my thoughts of sexual gratification with her that I almost failed to appreciate just how good a drive she subsequently hit.
“My God Pand you spanked that one good and proper” I said
“Hold that thought Simon” she replied with a leer and then strode off down the fairway with real purpose.
When she reached her ball, which had kicked on round the dogleg, we paced out the distance to 310 yards, the longest drive she had ever hit in her life.
“It’s amazing what being on a promise can do,” I said
Her second shot was equally impressive finishing on the front apron from where she chipped in for an eagle.
“Well that’s me done” She said then she whispered, “Now hurry up”
The three of us all had to chip onto the green and then Judith putted out, shortly followed by Morty and then finally me, all of us finishing on par.
As we all walked towards where Pandora was waiting impatiently by the buggy Judith said
“Wow Pandora you were on fire on the back nine”
“I know, I don’t know what got into me,” she said
I knew that it wasn’t a case of what had got into her but the anticipation of what was going to.
There followed the usual post round banter and leg pulling as we headed towards the car park and we reached it Judith said
“We’re going skip lunch and go back to mine”
“Ok” Pandora said
“Do you want us to take your clubs for you Simon?” Judith asked while Mortimer was returning the buggy.
“Yes please” I replied, “that would be lovely”
And I loaded my clubs and shoes into the boot as Pandora was changing her footwear and then Mortimer returned.
“Thanks very much for the game” he said and kissed Pandora
“Hopefully next time Pandora won’t be so hot” he added and shook my hand
She’ll always be hot I thought releasing his hand and kissing Judith.
As we watched them drive out of the car park I said
“So what would you like to do?”
“I want to skip lunch as well” she replied “but what if they see us going into yours?”
“We can’t go to mine” I said, “Mrs. B has taken over the house”
“Shit” she retorted, “we can’t go to mine either, my sister is staying”
“So lunch after all then,” I said
“No chance” she said, “get in the car”
“Why?” I asked
“Just get in the car,” she ordered
I did what she said and got in car and buckled up tight as I knew it was going to be a white-knuckle ride.
Pandora raced out of the car park and headed off away from the village and also away from where she lived.
We went at speed into the country racing along narrow lanes that I was unfamiliar with.
We drove for about 15 nerve-jangling minutes until she suddenly turned off into a little car park by the river and came sharply to a halt.
“We have arrived,” she said
“Where are we?” I asked genuinely not knowing where the hell we were.
“Come on” she instructed and got out the car.
“But where are we?” I asked following her
“Shut up and keep walking” she retorted
I did as I was told but we only went about 20 yards along the riverbank before she climbed aboard a narrow boat.
“Hey what are you doing?” I said alarmed looking around to see if anyone was looking.
“Don’t panic” Pandora said mockingly as she picked up a plant pot and recovered a key that was hidden underneath it. “It’s my sister in law’s boat”
“Come on” she said brandishing the key like a trophy.
“Are we allowed?” I asked feebly
“They’re away in Florida” she answered and went down the companionway then she popped her head back up and added
“They’ll never know we were here”
“Oh, ok” I said and climbed aboard.
By the time I’d climbed down the companionway and closed the hatch behind me Pandora already had her skirt off and was pulling her polo off over her head.
She threw the polo onto the floor and stood in the middle of the cabin wearing her sports bra, matching pants and ankle socks.
“Your turn” she said
“No problem” I said and a minute later I was stripped down to my socks.
Pandora had slipped her hand down the front of her pristine white pants while I was stripping and when I was naked I grabbed my cock and tugged on it as I walked towards her.
“Now Mrs. Parkinson-Brown, I seem to remember some mention of a spanking,” I said
“Yes” she said “me too” and turned her back on me before slipping her drawers down and bending over the folding table.
Pandora had a beautiful bum and when I playfully slapped her it produced a delightful quiver of her buttock.
“Oh Simon” she said softly “Again”
I obliged her by alternating my handiwork distributing my strokes evenly across her cheeks.
She continued to make appreciative noises but my attention was now drawn to her glistening Minge.
“I think I want to play with this now” I said as my fingers entered her damp crack, when I say damp she would be best described as dripping.
“Mm” she responded
I continued fingering her and she moaned rhythmically to my touch and the tone of her moaning was as syrupy as her pussy.
Then I brought her to climax and it was time to fuck her.
I rubbed my knob along her wet slit and her juice bejeweled my knob before I pushed my shaft into her and she let out the loudest moan of pleasure as I entered, her velvet juices immersed my member like warm honey and she moaned audibly with pleasure.
When I was comfortable inside her I reached up and unceremoniously scooped up the front of her sports bra to release her ripe fruits, which I greedily groped and squeezed.
Her moans gave way to yelps and squeals growing ever more intense as my rhythm increased and then she screamed as her body shuddered in orgasm as I shot into her.
We continued our afternoon delight when Randy Pandy got me into the bed where she exacted more from my cock until we were completely spent and we slept.
Dawn was breaking as I reached my back door and I smiled as I recalled how I left Agnes draped on her leather couch naked and despoiled breathing hard with her shaven Minge moist and bejeweled on full display.
I smiled to myself at the sight of the dragon slain in her lair by the good knight and his lance.
Though in truth she wasn’t the Witch or Dragon that she liked people to think she was.
I went inside and made coffee while the bath filled then I took my drink into the bathroom and had a long soak. After which I took myself off to bed.
When I got up it was after lunch and I felt fresh and revived until an hour later when Georgia came home and wore me out again.
First thing on Monday morning I dropped into the surgery to see Olivia.
I spoke to the receptionist and then waited by the desk.
After 5 minutes Olivia appeared.
“Good morning Mr Fisher” she said coldly
“Olivia” I said, “How are you”
“How can I help Mr Fisher?”
“That’s very formal from someone with an intimate knowledge of my kitchen floor” I whispered.
“Come into my office” she said
Once inside she closed the door
“You mustn’t talk about what happened after the funeral,” she said
“Why? Didn’t you enjoy it?” I asked
“You know I did, that’s not the point,” she said
“The warm Olivia was wonderful” I said “don’t let the cold one take over again”
There were a few moments of silence before she said
“I won’t”
“Good, now Claire left these things in my car on Friday” I said “Can you look after them for me?”
“Claire’s not in today” she said
“I know and I’m going with her,” I said
“Why couldn’t you give it to her yourself?” she asked
“Because I’m meeting her in Guildford, so tongues won’t wag” I said “and I didn’t want to take all this on the train”
Olivia nodded
“Plus I wanted to touch base with you” I said and she blushed.
Until it was time to catch the train to meet Claire I busied myself writing and catching up with correspondence.
About 10.30am Georgia phoned me in a state of great excitement to tell me that Agnes Snipe had told her that we could have our first choice for the wedding reception, the date and the main ballroom because of a sudden cancellation.
“I don’t know what caused the sudden cancellation” she said “and I don’t care”
I think you might have cared had she known that I had to skewer Snipe on her desk to free up the date.
I met Claire in the car park at Guildford station and she drove to the to the specialists surgery.
I stayed with her throughout the procedure and then drove her home afterwards, which left me stranded, I hadn’t really thought it through, but in the end I got a cab to the station and got the train home.
When I got back to the village I went straight to the Vicarage, it was well into the afternoon by them and I met with the Vicar Robert Hunter to book St Lucy’s Church for the wedding.
“I think were booked up,” he said perusing the diary.
“Oh no” I said, “Georgia will be so disappointed”
“Don’t worry only kidding,” he said, “I’d already penciled it in”
“How did you know?” I asked
“I overheard Laura Gregory discussing it with Mrs. Beamish” he replied
“It was Tally’s idea to tell you it was taken” he said “isn’t she a wicked girl”
“If only you knew just how wicked,” I thought.
Later that afternoon I met Georgia from work and took her to the pictures.
The rest of the week Georgia was working double shifts so I found myself largely left in my own company, which I had to admit I had finally come to enjoy again.
On Thursday however my peace and tranquility was shattered by a visit from my cleaner Beryl Beamish.
“I’ll be spring cleaning tomorrow Mr. Fisher” she stated “All day”
“All day?” I responded
“It hasn’t had a thorough going over since the dear Vicar moved in,” she said quietly
“I had best make myself scarce for the day then” I said
“Thank you dear” she said using a term of endearment she had never used to me before Katy took up residence.
As luck would have it just as Beryl was leaving I saw Judith pull up on her drive.
So I stood on the path as she disembarked.
“Hi Simon” she said brightly “Everything ok?”
“Hi Judith” I replied “Mrs. B just told me I need to vacate the premises tomorrow”
Judith raised her eyebrows
“Spring cleaning” I said replying to her unasked question.
“Ah” she said sagely
“Are you and the girls playing tomorrow?” I asked
“Well Mortimer and I are” she replied and “Pandora and Harry were going to make up a foursome but Harry has to work so Pandy dropped out”
Mortimer and Harry were the Beaumont brothers and the romantic partners of the two ladies.
“If you phone Pandora you two could make up the four” she suggested
“Good idea, thanks Judith” I said and went back inside and phoned Pandora.
It was a pleasant morning as I stood waiting on the terrace for my party to arrive.
I only had to walk from the back of my house and across the 18th fairway so I normally arrived ahead of everyone else.
I looked at the sky and hoped it would stay fine as Claire still had my waterproofs in her car.
It was warmer than it had been over the previous week, with the skies a mainly blue expanse broken only by the occasional passing cloud of fluffy white.
The wind was very light and I thought unlikely to affect anyone’s game adversely that day so I was expecting a pleasant round.
Considering the beautiful weather the course wasn’t overly busy.
Judith and Mortimer arrived about ten minutes ahead of Pandora who appeared in typical Pandora style on time to the minute.
She was looking as lovely as the weather, immaculately turned out as usual.
She was wearing her trademark large peaked white cap with her shortish blonde hair scraped into a ponytail sticking out the back.
The rest of her outfit was all matching, predominately white with jade trim, Polo shirt, short flared skirt and ankle socks.
Her ensemble was then finished off with white Golf shoes and a Jade green glove.
And I knew from past experience that her sports bra and knickers would continue the colour theme.
Now I had noticed that ever since I had started writing bodice rippers, which are according to my mother effectively soft porn,
I seemed to be permanently horny and I looked at every woman with a renewed appreciation.
When I first started I did exclude certain women from the gaze of my pornographer’s eye.
But shagging Victoria Braithwaite, Olivia Adamson and Agnes Snipe had taught me not to be too judgmental.
We tee-ed off at 8.30am and we expected it to be a leisurely round as there was no one waiting behind us.
I smiled as Pandora bent down to tee her ball as I noticed that as I suspected she was wearing white knickers with jade green piping.
I thought to myself that even if I didn’t live in a perpetual state of horniness, and I hadn’t enjoyed Pandora on a number of occasions I would still consider her to be a very attractive woman.
I’m not sure if it was because I was a scribbler of slutty romances that I studied and appreciated her finer points or that I was just a dog.
The way her hips moved when she struck the ball or the way her tits kept moving long after the ball had gone.
The way she wiggled as she walked down the fairway or the way her buttocks clenched when she was preparing to putt.
I think it was probably because I was a man and she was fit.
We were playing match play and it was Pandora and I against Mortimer and Judith.
After we had all hit our tee shots we set off, Pandy and I on foot and Morty and Jude in a buggy.
Well despite my horniness and the distraction of Pandora bending over and flashing her draws I managed to card a pretty fair score and Pandora was having a good round as well so by the time we reached the 7th tee we were two holes up on the others.
On the seventh fairway all four of us had hit to the same part of the fairway and our balls finished up about 20 yards apart.
Up to that point Pandora and I had walked and the other two had ridden but as all our balls were so close Mortimer suggested we all climb aboard.
Mortimer was driving, Judith was riding shotgun, and I shared the back seat with the golf bags so Pandora sat on my lap.
Now all morning I had been in my usual state of semi arousal as I often was when around Pandora but as she climbed onto the cart to sit on my lap her perfume engulfed me my arousal escalated.
Once she had climbed aboard my lap she was positioned, either by accident or design, right over my cock.
“Is everyone aboard?” Morti asked
“Yes” Pandora and I said in unison.
Mortimer took it quite steady but after about 10 yards we went over a bump and the whole buggy lurched and the lump in my shorts hit Pandora right on the money and she let out a yelp.
“Ok back there” Judith asked
“Yes all fine” Pandora said relaxing herself on my lap.
For the rest of the short journey I flexed the ravenous beast in my baggy shorts and tapped it repeatedly on her flange.
We all hit our second shots just short of the green and climbed back aboard the buggy and Pandora once again parked her pussy in prime position and insured a rose once more.
When we reached the apron Pandora lingered on my lap and when she finally dismounted she slithered off me and dragged her skirt right up off her arse.
She stood next to the buggy with her white knickered arse exposed and she appeared to be in no hurry to cover it again, so while Mortimer and Judith played their shots from a safe distance away I helped myself to a generous handful of plump buttock until it was time for us to play.
Unsurprisingly we halved that hole but over the next few holes we increased our lead over our opponents to 5, despite the fact Pandy’s game had gone to shit.
She sliced her tee shots into the trees and hit every ditch and pond in sight.
I took every opportunity to grope her as the game went on,
Every time she bent over I stroked her arse, or put my hand up her skirt and caressed her plump buttock.
But as we stood on the 13th fairway and I casually brushed her breast she snapped at me
“For God’s sake stop it Simon, stop pawing at me. Unless you’re going to back up the foreplay and shag me senseless”
“Well the sooner we finish this round then the sooner I’ll have these drawers round your ankles” I retorted pinging the elastic of her knickers
“And that happy end result won’t come to fruition if you keep hitting the ball like a novice”
After our little pep talk the old Pandora was back with a vengeance and we won every hole.
Even on the 17th, a tricky blind par three, she hit a birdie.
Despite it being the scene of her first debauchment at my hands she still held her nerve.
My game held together despite the fact I was handicapped by a permanent hard on, which never dwindle as Pandora was then either flaunting herself or actually grabbing my cock.
“This isn’t stroke play you know,” I said as she tugged my cock through shorts.
Pandora just carried on until Judith almost caught her at it and she walked away giggling.
That left just the par 5, 18th to complete the round.
Judith, Mortimer and I had all hit decent drives but as I stood watching Pandora’s pre swing wiggle I was so lost in my thoughts of sexual gratification with her that I almost failed to appreciate just how good a drive she subsequently hit.
“My God Pand you spanked that one good and proper” I said
“Hold that thought Simon” she replied with a leer and then strode off down the fairway with real purpose.
When she reached her ball, which had kicked on round the dogleg, we paced out the distance to 310 yards, the longest drive she had ever hit in her life.
“It’s amazing what being on a promise can do,” I said
Her second shot was equally impressive finishing on the front apron from where she chipped in for an eagle.
“Well that’s me done” She said then she whispered, “Now hurry up”
The three of us all had to chip onto the green and then Judith putted out, shortly followed by Morty and then finally me, all of us finishing on par.
As we all walked towards where Pandora was waiting impatiently by the buggy Judith said
“Wow Pandora you were on fire on the back nine”
“I know, I don’t know what got into me,” she said
I knew that it wasn’t a case of what had got into her but the anticipation of what was going to.
There followed the usual post round banter and leg pulling as we headed towards the car park and we reached it Judith said
“We’re going skip lunch and go back to mine”
“Ok” Pandora said
“Do you want us to take your clubs for you Simon?” Judith asked while Mortimer was returning the buggy.
“Yes please” I replied, “that would be lovely”
And I loaded my clubs and shoes into the boot as Pandora was changing her footwear and then Mortimer returned.
“Thanks very much for the game” he said and kissed Pandora
“Hopefully next time Pandora won’t be so hot” he added and shook my hand
She’ll always be hot I thought releasing his hand and kissing Judith.
As we watched them drive out of the car park I said
“So what would you like to do?”
“I want to skip lunch as well” she replied “but what if they see us going into yours?”
“We can’t go to mine” I said, “Mrs. B has taken over the house”
“Shit” she retorted, “we can’t go to mine either, my sister is staying”
“So lunch after all then,” I said
“No chance” she said, “get in the car”
“Why?” I asked
“Just get in the car,” she ordered
I did what she said and got in car and buckled up tight as I knew it was going to be a white-knuckle ride.
Pandora raced out of the car park and headed off away from the village and also away from where she lived.
We went at speed into the country racing along narrow lanes that I was unfamiliar with.
We drove for about 15 nerve-jangling minutes until she suddenly turned off into a little car park by the river and came sharply to a halt.
“We have arrived,” she said
“Where are we?” I asked genuinely not knowing where the hell we were.
“Come on” she instructed and got out the car.
“But where are we?” I asked following her
“Shut up and keep walking” she retorted
I did as I was told but we only went about 20 yards along the riverbank before she climbed aboard a narrow boat.
“Hey what are you doing?” I said alarmed looking around to see if anyone was looking.
“Don’t panic” Pandora said mockingly as she picked up a plant pot and recovered a key that was hidden underneath it. “It’s my sister in law’s boat”
“Come on” she said brandishing the key like a trophy.
“Are we allowed?” I asked feebly
“They’re away in Florida” she answered and went down the companionway then she popped her head back up and added
“They’ll never know we were here”
“Oh, ok” I said and climbed aboard.
By the time I’d climbed down the companionway and closed the hatch behind me Pandora already had her skirt off and was pulling her polo off over her head.
She threw the polo onto the floor and stood in the middle of the cabin wearing her sports bra, matching pants and ankle socks.
“Your turn” she said
“No problem” I said and a minute later I was stripped down to my socks.
Pandora had slipped her hand down the front of her pristine white pants while I was stripping and when I was naked I grabbed my cock and tugged on it as I walked towards her.
“Now Mrs. Parkinson-Brown, I seem to remember some mention of a spanking,” I said
“Yes” she said “me too” and turned her back on me before slipping her drawers down and bending over the folding table.
Pandora had a beautiful bum and when I playfully slapped her it produced a delightful quiver of her buttock.
“Oh Simon” she said softly “Again”
I obliged her by alternating my handiwork distributing my strokes evenly across her cheeks.
She continued to make appreciative noises but my attention was now drawn to her glistening Minge.
“I think I want to play with this now” I said as my fingers entered her damp crack, when I say damp she would be best described as dripping.
“Mm” she responded
I continued fingering her and she moaned rhythmically to my touch and the tone of her moaning was as syrupy as her pussy.
Then I brought her to climax and it was time to fuck her.
I rubbed my knob along her wet slit and her juice bejeweled my knob before I pushed my shaft into her and she let out the loudest moan of pleasure as I entered, her velvet juices immersed my member like warm honey and she moaned audibly with pleasure.
When I was comfortable inside her I reached up and unceremoniously scooped up the front of her sports bra to release her ripe fruits, which I greedily groped and squeezed.
Her moans gave way to yelps and squeals growing ever more intense as my rhythm increased and then she screamed as her body shuddered in orgasm as I shot into her.
We continued our afternoon delight when Randy Pandy got me into the bed where she exacted more from my cock until we were completely spent and we slept.
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 80) Return To The Dragons Lair
On Saturday Morning I was lying in bed, while Claire was getting clean in the shower, waiting impatiently for her to finish so I could get her dirty again.
Bored with waiting I had decided to go and shower in the other bathroom when there was a knock on the front door.
I slipped on my dressing gown and went downstairs and opened the door.
It was the same guy who had woken me the previous Monday when he came to pick up the hire car before I’d finished with it.
This week however I had, so I handed over the keys.
I went back upstairs and Claire still hadn’t appeared so I went and showered myself.
Showered and shaved I went back into the bedroom where I found Claire sitting on the bed loosely wearing a dressing gown
Which gaped from neck to thigh.
She was talking on her mobile.
“Really?” she said
I couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation
“Yes of course I will” Claire said
Again I couldn’t hear anything and to be honest my attention was drawn to what she was doing rather than what she was hearing.
She was sitting on my bed and absentmindedly toying with her freshly laundered pubic hair.
“Yes I’ll let you know” she said “Good bye”
“You’ll never guess what that was about” she said
“You’ll have to tell me then” I replied
“When we were seen by my car last night it was reported to the police” Claire said still twiddling tufts of her pubes in her fingers.
“Are you listening?” she asked and then she realised firstly what she was doing and secondly that I was watching
Which was when she began rubbing herself quite brazenly before my libidinous eyes and my impatience was finally rewarded which was when the fun really started.
What a wonderful start to the day that was.
I would have happily spent the whole day making love to Claire but alas she had to go.
However the problem was how to get her out of my house in broad daylight without being seen.
We decided to have a coffee while we made a plan, and two mugs of coffee later as if in answer to a prayer.
It started to rain, but not just rain, an absolute deluge.
“Oh shitty bloody weather” Claire cursed
“Excellent” I said
“What?” she asked, “It’s horrible”
I went into the utility and came out with a set of waterproofs and a Golfing umbrella.
“If anyone sees you in the woods they’ll think you’re a Golfer” I said “Ditto when you emerge into the lane”
“Perfect” she said “but what if I’m seen getting in the car?”
“Then you say you’re going to the club,” I said
“You’re a very devious man,” Claire said
“I know but the rewards are well worth it” I stated and Claire blushed crimson red.
But having provided Claire with the appropriate clothing we immediately hit upon a snag, the trousers didn’t fit over her skirt, it bunched up under the waterproofs and made it look like she had a bustle.
So she removed the trouser and then had to take her skirt off.
“Don’t get any ideas,” she said when she noticed me looking at her in her knickers and tights.
“Well you could stay a bit longer,” I suggested
“Don’t temp me,” she said quickly pulling on the waterproof trousers they were a little on the large side and the waistband sat just below her bust line.
Then she pulled on the top over her head before slipping on her shoes.
“That’s not going to work,” I said
“Why?” she asked
“No one would wear footwear like that on a golf course,” I told her
“They are a bit of a giveaway, aren’t they?” she admitted
“Indeed” I agreed
“What can I wear then?” she asked
“Molly’s trainers” I said
“What about all my stuff?” she queried
“I’ll drop then into the surgery on Monday, I’ll tell Olivia that you left them in my car yesterday” I said
“God you’re good at this stuff,” Claire said
After I had kissed her goodbye I let her out into the rain.
“Text me when you reach your car” I said
“Will do” she responded and off she went
Meanwhile I gathered her stuff together and put it in her backpack and put it and her overcoat by the front door.
Which was when I got a text
“Made it,” it read
After which I tidied up, changed the bedding on my bed in preparation for Georgia’s demands the next day, washed the soiled set and had an early lunch.
I spent the rest of the day resting because that night I had other fish to fry.
I slept away most of the afternoon in front of the TV and after dinner I spent most of the evening re-watching the DVDS I fell asleep in front of earlier in the day.
I ate supper of cheese and biscuits about 11.30pm and then fell asleep during Match of the Day.
When I woke up it was 2.45am.
I got up from my chair, went for a pee and headed for the clubhouse.
On arriving I checked around the building looking through the windows making sure everyone had left for the night, well almost everyone.
When I was happy the coast was clear I walked round to Snipes office and I saw her sitting at her desk with her back to the window.
She was counting the night’s takings and I smiled to myself as I thought how much she looked like Scrooge in his counting house.
The last time I spied on Agnes I caught her stuffing bank notes into her handbag and punished her accordingly.
Now I was under no illusion that Agnes Snipe “The Wicked Witch of the West” wasn’t still fiddling the books.
But if she was I didn’t care as long as Georgia was looked after.
Now on this occasion I wanted to speak to Agnes in regard to a wedding reception booking, namely that of Simon Fisher and Georgia Gregory.
Agnes had told Georgie that the dates we wanted were no longer available, however Miss Snipe and I knew differently.
Agnes merely wanted to enter into negotiations with me over the dates.
Or to put it another way she wanted me to enter her and negotiate her arse off.
On the night I caught her with her fingers in the till I had let myself in the staff entrance using Georgia’s code.
However since I sullied both Shula Mahajak and the Billiard table on New Year’s Day, they had tightened up on security and now employed a biometric system requiring the staff member’s thumbprint.
So on this occasion as I was expected I just tapped on her office window.
Despite the fact that my visit was not a surprise I nonetheless startled her because she almost jumped out of her chair, which she then swung around so she could check out the source of the tapping.
When she saw it was me she relaxed into a smile and began to fuss with her hair.
I pointed in the direction of the staff entrance and she nodded her understanding.
As I stood outside the door I looked through the glass panel as Agnes appeared in the corridor.
She clearly wasn’t aware I could see her because she began straightening her clothes and when she was about ten yards from the door she hitched up her skirt and adjusted her stocking tops.
I stepped away from the door as she opened it and once inside I said
“Good morning Miss Snipe and how are you”
“I’m well Mr Fisher what a pleasant surprise?” she said
“Well I thought we had things to discuss” I replied
“Perhaps you should come to my office then” Agnes suggested
“I think you know the way”
As we walked down the corridor I said
“I hope you are prepared for some vigorous negotiation Agnes”
“Always” she replied
When we arrived at her office she said
“Take a seat while I prepare the negotiating table”
The desk was already considerably clearer than normal so it didn’t take her long to scoop the remaining clutter into the drawers.
I sat back and watched her as she moved, stretching and bending and judged by the stirring in my pants that preceding’s had made a promising start.
Just as she dropped the last items into her top draw I stood up and as she bent down to place her telephone on the floor I walked up behind her and grabbed her arse with both hands.
Agnes straightened up immediately and said
“Oh no, not from behind Mr Fisher, I want to see it coming this time”
“Whatever you say Miss Snipe” I said and unzipped her skirt before turning her around to face me.
She smiled her thin-lipped smile as I unbuttoned her silk blouse and cast it aside and then she kissed me after which I sank to my knees and dragged her skirt down over her narrow hips.
“Let the negotiations begin Mr Fisher” Agnes said as she stepped out of her skirt and I slipped my hands up her stocking clad legs.
As I undressed her I noticed her skirt and blouse were good quality garments, Agnes did not by from a catalogue.
Her underwear was also of good quality, the stockings were sheer and the teddy was expensive silk.
I had to say that whatever else people might say of her she was she always exquisitely dressed.
Agnes was standing with her bony buttocks resting on the end of the desk with her hands resting on the polished wood as my hands reached her stocking tops and as my fingers began to un-pop the crotch of her Teddy, her hands gripped the edge of the desk.
I pulled the front of her Teddy aside to expose her hairless pussy and as I knelt before her shaven pussy I leant forward and kissed her hairless lips and she murmured in approval.
I parted her lips with my tongue and tasted her umami tang and noshed on her juicy cunt.
As wet as she was it was obvious she had been simmering all day in anticipation of our meeting so it didn’t take long for me to take her to climax.
When I stood up in front of her she was still sitting on the edge of the desk, I quickly pulled the Teddy off over her head and just as swiftly she un-trousered my cock and gripping it firmly she plugged me into her hot cunny.
As my balls reached her labia she wrapped her skinny legs around me and hooked her ankles behind my arse and her arms locked around my neck as I fucked her hard, which is after all what she wanted from me, a good hard fucking.
Agnes was no stranger to cock and she was moaning delightfully as she received one stroke after another appreciating every inch, and the noises she made were not what you would have expected from the prudish well-dressed Miss Snipe that everybody knew.
And as she released her grip from around my neck and lay back on the desk the tone of her moaning became wonderfully dirty.
She had thrown her head back and arched her back displaying her ribs as she neared the end.
And the surprisingly satisfying shag came to an end as I emptied my lot inside her.
I withdrew my dripping stork from her tidy pussy and pulled my trousers up while she was still panting and sighing
“Time for a drink I think” I said as I left Agnes Snipe spread-eagled across her desk oozing onto the blotter.
“I’ll be back for round two in ten minutes”
When I returned to her office from the bar after a well-deserved pint I found Agnes was now completely naked and sitting in her leather chair.
“I think you are a bit over dressed,” she said
I nodded agreement and promptly undressed before walking towards her and sat on the edge of her desk.
Agnes looked at me with a leer before leaning forward and taking my cock in her mouth.
After round two of the negotiations I was redressed and just being let out of the staff entrance when I said.
“It’s been a pleasure doing business with you Miss Snipe”
“Likewise” She said
“But I hope that you understand that tonight’s summit has indeed secured the date you wanted for the reception, but not the venue”
“I do,” I said and then Agnes added
“If you want the ballroom then further meetings will be required”
“I never expected anything less” I said, “however another location next time perhaps”
“Yes” she agreed
“I’ll leave the details to you” I said and closed the door behind me.
I had thought before that night that shagging Agnes Snipe in order to get the club for the wedding reception was merely
“Taking one for the team”
But I found it much more enjoyable than I had expected which is why we were to continue our negotiation right up until the week before the wedding
Bored with waiting I had decided to go and shower in the other bathroom when there was a knock on the front door.
I slipped on my dressing gown and went downstairs and opened the door.
It was the same guy who had woken me the previous Monday when he came to pick up the hire car before I’d finished with it.
This week however I had, so I handed over the keys.
I went back upstairs and Claire still hadn’t appeared so I went and showered myself.
Showered and shaved I went back into the bedroom where I found Claire sitting on the bed loosely wearing a dressing gown
Which gaped from neck to thigh.
She was talking on her mobile.
“Really?” she said
I couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation
“Yes of course I will” Claire said
Again I couldn’t hear anything and to be honest my attention was drawn to what she was doing rather than what she was hearing.
She was sitting on my bed and absentmindedly toying with her freshly laundered pubic hair.
“Yes I’ll let you know” she said “Good bye”
“You’ll never guess what that was about” she said
“You’ll have to tell me then” I replied
“When we were seen by my car last night it was reported to the police” Claire said still twiddling tufts of her pubes in her fingers.
“Are you listening?” she asked and then she realised firstly what she was doing and secondly that I was watching
Which was when she began rubbing herself quite brazenly before my libidinous eyes and my impatience was finally rewarded which was when the fun really started.
What a wonderful start to the day that was.
I would have happily spent the whole day making love to Claire but alas she had to go.
However the problem was how to get her out of my house in broad daylight without being seen.
We decided to have a coffee while we made a plan, and two mugs of coffee later as if in answer to a prayer.
It started to rain, but not just rain, an absolute deluge.
“Oh shitty bloody weather” Claire cursed
“Excellent” I said
“What?” she asked, “It’s horrible”
I went into the utility and came out with a set of waterproofs and a Golfing umbrella.
“If anyone sees you in the woods they’ll think you’re a Golfer” I said “Ditto when you emerge into the lane”
“Perfect” she said “but what if I’m seen getting in the car?”
“Then you say you’re going to the club,” I said
“You’re a very devious man,” Claire said
“I know but the rewards are well worth it” I stated and Claire blushed crimson red.
But having provided Claire with the appropriate clothing we immediately hit upon a snag, the trousers didn’t fit over her skirt, it bunched up under the waterproofs and made it look like she had a bustle.
So she removed the trouser and then had to take her skirt off.
“Don’t get any ideas,” she said when she noticed me looking at her in her knickers and tights.
“Well you could stay a bit longer,” I suggested
“Don’t temp me,” she said quickly pulling on the waterproof trousers they were a little on the large side and the waistband sat just below her bust line.
Then she pulled on the top over her head before slipping on her shoes.
“That’s not going to work,” I said
“Why?” she asked
“No one would wear footwear like that on a golf course,” I told her
“They are a bit of a giveaway, aren’t they?” she admitted
“Indeed” I agreed
“What can I wear then?” she asked
“Molly’s trainers” I said
“What about all my stuff?” she queried
“I’ll drop then into the surgery on Monday, I’ll tell Olivia that you left them in my car yesterday” I said
“God you’re good at this stuff,” Claire said
After I had kissed her goodbye I let her out into the rain.
“Text me when you reach your car” I said
“Will do” she responded and off she went
Meanwhile I gathered her stuff together and put it in her backpack and put it and her overcoat by the front door.
Which was when I got a text
“Made it,” it read
After which I tidied up, changed the bedding on my bed in preparation for Georgia’s demands the next day, washed the soiled set and had an early lunch.
I spent the rest of the day resting because that night I had other fish to fry.
I slept away most of the afternoon in front of the TV and after dinner I spent most of the evening re-watching the DVDS I fell asleep in front of earlier in the day.
I ate supper of cheese and biscuits about 11.30pm and then fell asleep during Match of the Day.
When I woke up it was 2.45am.
I got up from my chair, went for a pee and headed for the clubhouse.
On arriving I checked around the building looking through the windows making sure everyone had left for the night, well almost everyone.
When I was happy the coast was clear I walked round to Snipes office and I saw her sitting at her desk with her back to the window.
She was counting the night’s takings and I smiled to myself as I thought how much she looked like Scrooge in his counting house.
The last time I spied on Agnes I caught her stuffing bank notes into her handbag and punished her accordingly.
Now I was under no illusion that Agnes Snipe “The Wicked Witch of the West” wasn’t still fiddling the books.
But if she was I didn’t care as long as Georgia was looked after.
Now on this occasion I wanted to speak to Agnes in regard to a wedding reception booking, namely that of Simon Fisher and Georgia Gregory.
Agnes had told Georgie that the dates we wanted were no longer available, however Miss Snipe and I knew differently.
Agnes merely wanted to enter into negotiations with me over the dates.
Or to put it another way she wanted me to enter her and negotiate her arse off.
On the night I caught her with her fingers in the till I had let myself in the staff entrance using Georgia’s code.
However since I sullied both Shula Mahajak and the Billiard table on New Year’s Day, they had tightened up on security and now employed a biometric system requiring the staff member’s thumbprint.
So on this occasion as I was expected I just tapped on her office window.
Despite the fact that my visit was not a surprise I nonetheless startled her because she almost jumped out of her chair, which she then swung around so she could check out the source of the tapping.
When she saw it was me she relaxed into a smile and began to fuss with her hair.
I pointed in the direction of the staff entrance and she nodded her understanding.
As I stood outside the door I looked through the glass panel as Agnes appeared in the corridor.
She clearly wasn’t aware I could see her because she began straightening her clothes and when she was about ten yards from the door she hitched up her skirt and adjusted her stocking tops.
I stepped away from the door as she opened it and once inside I said
“Good morning Miss Snipe and how are you”
“I’m well Mr Fisher what a pleasant surprise?” she said
“Well I thought we had things to discuss” I replied
“Perhaps you should come to my office then” Agnes suggested
“I think you know the way”
As we walked down the corridor I said
“I hope you are prepared for some vigorous negotiation Agnes”
“Always” she replied
When we arrived at her office she said
“Take a seat while I prepare the negotiating table”
The desk was already considerably clearer than normal so it didn’t take her long to scoop the remaining clutter into the drawers.
I sat back and watched her as she moved, stretching and bending and judged by the stirring in my pants that preceding’s had made a promising start.
Just as she dropped the last items into her top draw I stood up and as she bent down to place her telephone on the floor I walked up behind her and grabbed her arse with both hands.
Agnes straightened up immediately and said
“Oh no, not from behind Mr Fisher, I want to see it coming this time”
“Whatever you say Miss Snipe” I said and unzipped her skirt before turning her around to face me.
She smiled her thin-lipped smile as I unbuttoned her silk blouse and cast it aside and then she kissed me after which I sank to my knees and dragged her skirt down over her narrow hips.
“Let the negotiations begin Mr Fisher” Agnes said as she stepped out of her skirt and I slipped my hands up her stocking clad legs.
As I undressed her I noticed her skirt and blouse were good quality garments, Agnes did not by from a catalogue.
Her underwear was also of good quality, the stockings were sheer and the teddy was expensive silk.
I had to say that whatever else people might say of her she was she always exquisitely dressed.
Agnes was standing with her bony buttocks resting on the end of the desk with her hands resting on the polished wood as my hands reached her stocking tops and as my fingers began to un-pop the crotch of her Teddy, her hands gripped the edge of the desk.
I pulled the front of her Teddy aside to expose her hairless pussy and as I knelt before her shaven pussy I leant forward and kissed her hairless lips and she murmured in approval.
I parted her lips with my tongue and tasted her umami tang and noshed on her juicy cunt.
As wet as she was it was obvious she had been simmering all day in anticipation of our meeting so it didn’t take long for me to take her to climax.
When I stood up in front of her she was still sitting on the edge of the desk, I quickly pulled the Teddy off over her head and just as swiftly she un-trousered my cock and gripping it firmly she plugged me into her hot cunny.
As my balls reached her labia she wrapped her skinny legs around me and hooked her ankles behind my arse and her arms locked around my neck as I fucked her hard, which is after all what she wanted from me, a good hard fucking.
Agnes was no stranger to cock and she was moaning delightfully as she received one stroke after another appreciating every inch, and the noises she made were not what you would have expected from the prudish well-dressed Miss Snipe that everybody knew.
And as she released her grip from around my neck and lay back on the desk the tone of her moaning became wonderfully dirty.
She had thrown her head back and arched her back displaying her ribs as she neared the end.
And the surprisingly satisfying shag came to an end as I emptied my lot inside her.
I withdrew my dripping stork from her tidy pussy and pulled my trousers up while she was still panting and sighing
“Time for a drink I think” I said as I left Agnes Snipe spread-eagled across her desk oozing onto the blotter.
“I’ll be back for round two in ten minutes”
When I returned to her office from the bar after a well-deserved pint I found Agnes was now completely naked and sitting in her leather chair.
“I think you are a bit over dressed,” she said
I nodded agreement and promptly undressed before walking towards her and sat on the edge of her desk.
Agnes looked at me with a leer before leaning forward and taking my cock in her mouth.
After round two of the negotiations I was redressed and just being let out of the staff entrance when I said.
“It’s been a pleasure doing business with you Miss Snipe”
“Likewise” She said
“But I hope that you understand that tonight’s summit has indeed secured the date you wanted for the reception, but not the venue”
“I do,” I said and then Agnes added
“If you want the ballroom then further meetings will be required”
“I never expected anything less” I said, “however another location next time perhaps”
“Yes” she agreed
“I’ll leave the details to you” I said and closed the door behind me.
I had thought before that night that shagging Agnes Snipe in order to get the club for the wedding reception was merely
“Taking one for the team”
But I found it much more enjoyable than I had expected which is why we were to continue our negotiation right up until the week before the wedding
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