(Part 01)
It was in the early nineties Eleanor Gallaher knocked on the door of number 35 Finchbottom Road, It 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, big toothy smile and long wavy straw coloured hair and 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 said 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.
While he stood and comfort her without speaking when she said
“I’m sorry” and burying 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 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 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)
There were however fairly regular relapses on Eleanor’s part when she would turn up at the house often in tears or just angry after a spat with a “Kevin” or whoever the latest Mr. Right was.
Greg would then comfort her or calm her down and then they would make love.
However she only ever turned up when she knew Amanda would be out.
So it was no surprise to Greg on a Saturday morning when Amanda was away at her Mothers that there was a knock at the door.
However at the time he was on the phone to his boss so he opened the door and as expected it was Eleanor, it was obvious that she had been crying, she walked in and gave him a look and bustled through to the lounge.
He was on the phone for about 40 minutes and when he went into the lounge to find her face down on the sofa asleep.
Greg imagined she had probably been crying half the night and when she reached his house and found him on the phone she had thrown herself on the sofa and cried herself to sleep.
He knew by the sound of her breathing that she was deeply asleep, they had slept together enough times for him to recognize it.
He also knew that she slept like the dead.
Greg knelt on the floor beside her and pushed her straw coloured hair aside and kissed her neck when he got no response and smiled to himself.
“I’ll just have to wake you up another way” he said and un-fastened her dungarees, both straps and the buttons on the sides and then he pulled the denim back panel all the way down until he could see most of her navy blue knicker covered bottom which he caressed gently, he’d always particularly liked her arse.
The front was a little more problematic as she was lying on it, but she was a petite girl so although it was slow progress it didn’t take too long before he had them down to her thighs without her even moving.
Before he lifted her legs for phase two he slipped her flip flops off and threw them behind him.
Once he had disposed of her shoes he lifted her legs and completed the removal of her denim dungarees and tossed them in the direction of her footwear.
“Lovely” he said as he admired her small half naked form draped on the sofa.
He was also rather pleased with his handiwork and quite impressed that she was still lying pretty much exactly where she was when he found her completely undisturbed and in fact she had even begun snoring.
Greg was getting quite turned on and was undecided how to proceed but in the end decide to push her T-shirt up her torso and gently caressed the skin of her back as if her were massaging oil into her skin all the way from her rib cage down to her hips before he unfastened her bra.
With her bra straps out of the way Greg continued with his massaging until he had covered every in of her before he made his move.
(Part 03)
Because Ellie had just fallen asleep were she came to rest on the sofa, she was laying with all her weight on one side, which meant his hand could reach inside the displaced cup of her bra and fondle her plump little breast and play with her rosebud nipple and she let out a soft murmur as he touched her.
Eleanor murmured again as he teased her nipple to erection and his touch was obviously fueling an erotic dream, but she didn’t wake.
Having toyed and teased her nipple to distraction he returned his attention to her torso and massaged his way down to her hips again.
When his hands reached the waistband of her big navy blue knickers he began pulling them off her tight buttocks and once he lifted her legs up they descended very easily and he was very soon pulling them off her ankles and throwing them onto the growing pile of clothing.
Once he had her knickers off he ran his hand up the length of her leg and massaged her tight firm buttocks
before pushing her legs slightly apart and slipped his fingertips into her moist crevice, and again she murmured in her sleep because after his finger parted her lips like opening a pea pod it was instantly immersed in her hot creaminess.
Eleanor wasn’t as vociferous as usual with her facet buried in the sofa cushions and let out a series of low muffled moans in her sleep but her lathery lips told him she was enjoying his fingering.
Greg opened her thighs wide so she was completely accessible to him and then he sipped her fresh pussy juice from her lips.
She was at that ecstatic point, that blissful neighbourhood between erotic dream and sensual reality, where she was unsure if she was vividly dreaming of being pleasured or was actually being tongued. Ellie squirmed as his tongue explored the petals of her pussy flower and then she began to waken.
“I was dreaming about you touching me” she gasped
“I thought I’d never wake you” he said raising his head momentarily from her minge.
Minutes later he felt her body go rigid and heard her moaning into a cushion.
As he straightened up Eleanor clearly signaled what she wanted next as she swung her legs over the edge of the sofa and knelt down on the floor and presented him with her round white bottom, and more importantly her moist pink clam shell.
Greg grasped her skinny hips firmly and pulled her onto him until he was deep inside her and Ellie raised her head from the cushions to vocalize her endorsement.
And she continued with her verbal endorsements right up to the point he brought her to her final juddering climax and he shot.
“Oh Greg” she purred “You always know how to cheer me up”
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