(Part 01)
It was in the early nineties when Eleanor Gallaher knocked on the door of number 35 Finchbottom Road, which was the Shallowfield home of Gregory and Amanda George and had been for 15 years, ever since they were married.
It was a house that was very well known to Eleanor as she had been friends with Amanda for about 8 years despite being ten years younger.
“Is Amanda in” she asked urgently when Greg had opened the door.
Eleanor was pretty, but not beautiful with a long face, a big toothy smile and long wavy straw coloured hair and she stood around five foot three in her flip flops.
As was the fashion of the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt.
“I’m afraid not Ellie she’s gone to Abbottsford so I’m not expecting her back until late”
He replied and to his great surprise tears started to well up in her eyes and then they ran down her cheeks as she sobbed.
Greg in an act of chivalry stepped into action and put his arm around her and guided her into the hall away from prying eyes.
He stood and comfort her without speaking when she said
“I’m sorry” and buried her tearstained face in his neck.
He made encouraging noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on, was the full extent of his expertise with crying women.
They held that position for some time until Ellie’s sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated but still she held on to him tightly and began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin, which was when the beast below his waist began to stir itself.
While still nuzzling his neck her hands began to caress up and down his back until her nuzzles turned to kisses and Greg reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth was on his, soft lips, hot mouth and an electric tongue.
The kissing and the caressing finally gave way to pure lust and culminated in them having sex in the hallway and then making love a second time in the spare room.
The reason for her distress was that she had been dumped by her boyfriend, but the reason for the sex and the love making was the fact they had fancied each other almost from the first time they met.
A brief affair followed that first evening of fulfilling lust but Eleanor called a halt to it when she started dating a lad called Kevin and said
“Her boyfriend wouldn’t like it”.
(Part 02)
But one Saturday morning when Greg was pottering about in the garage he was disturbed by a knock at the door.
Amanda was in Sunderland visiting her grandmother in hospital and wasn’t back until late on Sunday so he was enjoying himself making a mess without being reminded of the fact every thirty seconds.
He wiped his hands as he passed through the kitchen and opened the door and when he did Eleanor Gallaher pushed past him wearing the familiar knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt, and she was muttering something under her breath and started pacing up and down in the kitchen.
“What’s the matter?” he asked
But she just put a hand up in the “talk to the hand” gesture so he said no more and put the kettle on.
Greg made two drinks and picked one up and said as he headed out the door
“I’ll be in the garage when you’re ready to talk”
It was about ten minutes later when she appeared and shuffled in silently.
She had calmed down a lot but Greg didn’t say anything, he would wait for her to speak first but in the end it was Greg who broke the silence.
Eleanor was bending over a box of books and was looking through them and as she did so the denim of her dungarees stretched tight around her buttocks and he got the faintest tingle down below.
Greg walked up behind her and as she stood up from her perusal he slipped his hands inside her dungarees and aimed straight for her breasts and past the point at which he would have expected to have been thwarted until he had scooped the cups off her breasts and he was feeling their exquisite form.
“I thought your boyfriend wouldn’t like it?” he said as he squeezed her little tits and kissed her neck.
“He’s not going to get it” she replied and pushed her arse against the growing bulge in his jeans.
She turned her head towards him and he leant in to kiss her, and as their tongues became engaged he reluctantly released his grip on her breasts and slipped the braces of her dungarees off her shoulders and they fell to the ground with a swish.
And then he slipped his hands back inside her tee shirt and cupped her breasts again and teased her sensitive nipples.
Eleanor showed no sign of relinquishing his tongue so his right hand travelled south across her flat belly to her well-groomed bush while she continued to rub the cheeks of her pert arse against his bulge and managed to get a cheek either side of it so the lump in his trousers was rubbing up and down her bum crack and she began moaning in his mouth at first softly but growing louder as his finger left her well-trimmed pubes and slipped into her lathery quim.
Minutes later she could no longer sustain the marathon kiss and stood with her head back moaning loudly with the application of his digits which creamed her till she came.
(Part 03)
With her dungarees around her ankles he lifted her off the ground leaving the denim and her flip flops where they lay and carried her to the bench and bent her over it.
She was wearing the big navy blue knickers of which he had often removed from her skinny arse and grabbed the waistband with both hands and yanked them smartly downward.
His cock was fit to burst through the denim of his jeans, if he hadn’t undone the zip, as he stared at Eleanor bent over the bench resting on her elbows.
So he quickly grabbed her hips and in one easy movement penetrated her, which was, judging by her vocal response, very much to her satisfaction
She came up off her elbows and had her palms against the garage wall to brace herself.
This left her beautiful little tits swinging so he gratefully cupped them as he fucked her to a mutually satisfactory conclusion.
After they had redressed themselves he went in the house and got a couple of cans of beer from the fridge while Eleanor went to pee.
When she appeared he handed her a beer.
“So what made you change your mind?” he asked
“I didn’t really” Eleanor replied “I broke up with Kevin”
“Why?” I asked
“He was playing away” she said bitterly “all the while I was being faithful and not letting you shag my brains out, he was shagging some slutty barmaid”
“I’m sorry,” he said sincerely
“I don’t know why you’re sorry” she said, “You got what you wanted”
“So did you” he corrected her
“Yes I did” she replied and blushed
“But I don’t want you to think this was just revenge sex”
“It’s alright I don’t mind” Greg said
“That’s not what I mean” Eleanor said
“I want us to become a regular thing again, I was stupid to push you away”
“I see” he said
“I’m still looking for Mr. Right but I want you as well”
She stood up and climbed out of her dungarees and pulled her tee shirt off over her head and Eleanor stood in his kitchen, her cute breasts hanging naked and unrestrained.
While wearing only her big navy blue knickers, which were more wet than dry, waiting for her second helping of cock.
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