Sunday 28 February 2021

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 64) St David’s Day

 

When I returned to the village after a rattling good shag with Shula in the back of the Mahajak’s shop van, Shula was in much higher spirits after our adventure in the lay-by than she was before it.

I parked the truck by the back door to the shop and got out; I went around to the passenger side and helped Shula step down and managed to slip a hand up her sweater and even uncupped one perky little tit before her feet hit the floor.

“Thank you Simon” she said “but you’re only supposed to take my hand”

“I’ll remember that for next time” I said

She opened the rear door to the shop while I opened the back doors of the van.

“Alois, Alois” she called and the amiable young man appeared.

“Yes Shula” he said attentively

“Can you unload the van please” she asked kindly “So Simon can return home”

“Yes Shula” he said surprised at being asked to do something rather be ordered “of course Shula”

 He looked at me and I nodded sagely and he smiled before going about his task.

I patted him on the shoulder and said

“She’s warming to you Alois”

 

When I got back home Katy was sat in the kitchen with Maria Cherry-Thicket who stood up and excused herself within minutes of my return.

I think she still harboured her suspicions about my moral suitability.

Of course she was perfectly correct about her instincts regarding me.

She did after all catch me and Tilly Bushe in Santa’s Grotto or more precisely caught me in Tilly in the grotto.

Though Tilly and I covered our tracks before she raised the alarm she knew what she saw and she was uncomfortable in my presence.

As the front door closed Katy let out long sigh.

“Thank you God” she said looking to the heavens,

 “Katy” I rebuked her

“I don’t mean it” she said, “Maria is a lovely person but a little too pious”

In the evening Claire called in on her way home, it was only a very short visit but we would see more of her on Saturday.

Later that night as I sat in the uncomfortable chair next to Katy’s bed she said

“You’re a very kind man Simon”

“What’s brought this on?” I asked

“Well letting me stay here, in your house, in your bed, looking after me” she elaborated “and today driving the van to help Shula”

Well I felt a bit guilty about that, although I meant well and did it to help her I did end up helping myself.

“We all have to do what we can as we go along the road” I said “that’s all”

 

On Saturday I rose early to a beautiful sunny morning, the nicest morning we had seen for several weeks.

Katy also woke early and prompted by the certain knowledge that her future didn’t hold many such glorious mornings she arose. 

It pained me greatly on such a morning that I had to chastise her for attempting the stairs unaided.

“I came down on my bum” she said, “It was quite safe”

As a result of her solo ascent she was seated on her throne in the kitchen when the nurse arrived,

And I was much surprised to see Molly had sent me a pretty one with strawberry coloured hair, she was barely five feet tall, slender and pale.

Things were looking up, though we did nothing more than smile and flirt and I was reminded of Molly’s words to me “if I sent you a pretty one, what would you do with her”  

 

We had a number of visitors during the course of the day; all sanctioned by the formidable Olivier Adamson, but none of them stayed for long.

In the evening there was no repeat of the pretty nurse but instead we were blessed with a pretty doctor when Claire Andrews walked through the front door.

“Hello!!” she called “Anybody home”

“In here” I called back

I was alone in the kitchen at the time Claire walked in

“Where’s Katy?” she asked a split second before the toilet flushed.

 

Claire took Katy into the lounge and did the medical stuff while I prepared the evening meal, well when I said prepared I should more aptly say I put a frozen Pasticcio into the oven.

Claire was staying for dinner and was also staying the night while I did another Roving Angels Patrol.

 

After dinner and when everything was cleared away it was time to get Katy upstairs for the night.

“Right miss” I said “Are you going to be miss independent again or do you want me to carry you up”

“Carry please” she said quietly like a naughty child.

I picked her up and instantly thought she was getting lighter.

I carried her upstairs and Claire followed behind us.

I sat her on the bed and Claire took over while I got ready to go out.

 

I was in the spare room just about to pull up my trousers when Claire pushed open the door and stood staring.

“Can I help you?” I asked

“Oh yes” she answered with a leer

I pulled up my trousers and walked to the door

“That will have to wait until later” I said and kissed her

Then she put her keys in my hand

“This will get you home quicker” she said and we kissed again.

 

It was a bitter cold night for patrolling with the Angels and I was pleased at the end of the shift to get into Claire’s car and put the heater on full blast.

I was suitably thawed out by the time I pulled onto the drive.

In my absence Claire had sat up with Katy for the evening and when I walked into my study she greeted me warmly in my bed.

 

A few hours later I was woken by the alarm on Claire’s phone.

She had set it so she could get up and return to the spare room before Katy woke for the day.

She silenced the alarm and she quietly and carefully tried to slip out of bed unnoticed.

But as she sat on the edge and prepared to stand up I hooked my arm around her waist and pulled her back under the covers.

“I have to go,” she protested

“Come first, and then go,” I insisted.

 

After obliging my lusty request she slipped away upstairs and I slipped into a coma and it was almost one o’clock when I came to.

I awoke to the marvellous aroma of Roast pork wafting down the hallway.

I padded along to the kitchen to find Katy and Claire hard at it cooking Sunday lunch.

“Wow roast dinner” I said “that’s great I’m starving”

The two women turned their heads towards me and simultaneously looked me up and down and said in unison

“Shower”

I did as instructed and when I returned everything was on the table with both women seated I walked to the vacant seat and Claire handed me the carving utensils.

“Thank you doctor” I said in my best Dr Kildare and we all laughed.

 

After lunch Claire and I cleared away while Katy sat at the table and chatted to us.

“As soon as were finished its Sunday Matinee time,” I said

“What do you fancy?”

“I don’t mind” Katy said

“Do you have “It’s a wonderful life””? Claire asked

“Oooh that’s my sisters favourite” Katy announced

“I didn’t know you had a sister,” I said

“I have two,” she replied proudly

“Older or younger?” Claire asked

“Both older,” Katy replied, “I’m the baby of the family”

Claire and I just smiled and nodded

“Anne is the oldest, and she and her husband Clive live in the Sudan where they run an orphanage, and Marion lives in Alaska where she married a local man Bob and they run a Church school in a remote settlement”

“Wow, do you get to see them often?” Claire asked

“No, no I don’t” she replied sadly

“When did you see them last?” I queried

“Seven years ago at Maz’s wedding” she replied

Then Claire asked the difficult question

“Do they know?”

“Yes” she answered

“Are they coming back to see you?” Again it was Claire with the hard question

“No, I’m afraid not” she said sadly “they live too far away and they don’t have the money to fly over” 

There was a brief silence when Claire and I didn’t know what to say, I think Katy picked up on our failure and filled the silence

“We write and email and talk on the phone when we can, we’ll get to say goodbye one way or another”

 

After the film Claire stayed for supper and helped get Katy settled before she went home.

Then I read the Philosophers Stone to her until it was finished.

 

On Monday Molly sent me the pretty nurse again, the one with the strawberry coloured hair.

Her name was Freya St David, and I managed to get in some first class flirting before she rushed off.

“See you this evening,” she said as she left

Things were definitely looking up.

However apart from a marked improvement in the crumpet quality of the nurse it was an uneventful day.

 

On Tuesday while pretty Freya attended to Katy I searched in the lounge for the Vicars address book, which only took me a few minutes to locate and it took another five to find the information I was looking for.

I was just leaving the lounge as the nurse was coming down the stairs.

I offered Freya a coffee and to my delight she accepted.

 

Just after she left the phone rang, when I answered it, it was Robert Hunter asking if, providing she was up to it, he could steal Katy away for a few hours for a Women’s Institute lunch.

I check with the vicar and she was actually quite excited at the prospect so I agreed.

After I waved her off I went down to the surgery to see Olivier.

I gave her the names and addresses of Katy’s sisters and asked her to arrange tickets for them.

“I didn’t know she had sisters,” she said

“Nor did we” I answered and took my wallet out of my pocket.

Then I placed my credit card on the counter.

“First class open return” I said “and charge it all to this”

“Yes Simon” she said rather out of character, she’d never called me Simon before. “Leave it to me”

 

When I left the surgery I went across the road to the shop to see if Shula needed me to take her to the Cash and Carry in the van or just to take her in the back of the van.

That thought prompted a stirring of the beast below but when I got there I found Alois and Maisie working in the shop together.

Anjuli and Shula were both at the hospital as Omid had taken a turn for the worse.

That kind of took the edge off my dishonourable intentions towards Shula though my stirring didn’t abate.

So that lunchtime while the vicar was being dined by the W.I. I gave India Carrington a thorough spanking in my garage once more.

Alas our wonderfully stimulating session in my improvised house of pain and pleasure was to be our last which carried with it considerably less significance than the fact that when Katy returned from her luncheon she stepped through my front door for the very last time.

 

She had much enjoyed her lunch date but she said she was tired and would have a little nap.

I was also quite tired courtesy of India’s appetites so I fell asleep in front of the TV only waking when pretty Freya knocked on the door.

 

After having attended to Katy a prolonged exchange of significant flirting between Freya and myself followed before I said goodbye to her.  

Katy was refreshed by her sleep and was hungry enough for supper though she chose to eat it in bed.

She fell asleep while as I read her “The Chamber of Secrets”.

 

The next day there was no pretty Freya knocking on the door at 8 o’clock in the morning; instead it was my cousin Molly.

“Hi Simon” she said brightly “did you get my present?”

“Hi Moll, yes I did” I replied “Thank you”

“Have you opened it yet?” she asked

“No not yet” I answered

The present she was referring to of course was Freya St David.

“Better hurry,” she said, “She’s in great demand”

“Don’t worry” I assured her “I will un-wrap it very soon”

 

The reason Molly was there was to cover for me while I went to Roehampton to see Georgia and reacquaint myself with her tidy bod.

I hadn’t seen her in the flesh for a while and she had an itch to scratch and I had the scratcher.

 

I called in at Mahajak’s on the way to the station to see if Shula had any needs I could fulfil and Alois told me Omid had died during the night.

I left the shop and was lost in my thoughts as I walked on towards the station; I was snapped back to reality by the sound of a car horn.

When I looked up it was Dr Andrews, who pulled her car to the kerbside just ahead of me.

“Where are you off too?” she asked having noticed my overnight bag.

“I’m going off to see Georgie,” I answered

“Lucky girl” she said and looked surprised she had said it aloud and quickly added, “Give her my best” and drove off before I had a chance to speak.

“Well I was planning to give her my best,” I thought to myself

 

After a thoroughly nerve tingling 24 hours with Georgia, in which I reacquainted myself with every inch of her nubile form, I returned by train to Bushy Down.

 

 

 

It was just after lunch on a cold damp Thursday afternoon.

February was drawing to a close but the winter seemed reluctant to loosen its grip.

I called in to the shop to offer Shula my condolences, not in this case a euphemism but she was in bed asleep.

I did however speak with Alois at length, and I found my original assessment of him to be borne out, finding him to be a very likeable young man.
I thought that Shula could do a lot worse than to set her newly widowed cap at the young man before me.

I thought they would make a good match even though it meant potentially losing another of the fillies from my stable

He was very timid and he would be perfect for Shula to manipulate and shape, in the shop as well as in her bed.

“Look after her” I said to him “she needs your support”

“I will,” he said earnestly

“She might talk tough but inside she’s really just marshmallow”

I said as I shook his hand.

 

When I got to within sight of the house I saw Pandora’s mini pull up outside Judith’s house.

Judith got out of the passenger side and gave me a smile and a wave as she made her way up the path.

As I approached the car Pandora wound down her window and said

“Hello darling, when are you coming to the club?”

“Never mind hello darling” I said “I got a proper telling off from Olivier Adamson for letting you and Jude in to see Katy without going through the proper channels”

“Oh dear” she said unsympathetically

“Don’t worry I’ll make it up to you darling, I promise”

“I would look forward to that,” I thought as I watched her drive away.

 

As I approached the front door I was feeling quite fatigued after answering all of Georgia’s demands and I was hoping that Molly wasn’t going to be in a playful mood, as I didn’t think I had it in me to have it in her.

As luck would have it she had the curse or to quote her own words

“I’ve got the decorators in”

While I was away Katy had been it some discomfort and Claire would be calling in the next morning to see if was time to increase her meds.

 

Contrary to the old adage March came in like a lamb and gave us our first glimpse of spring.

And along with the early spring sunshine the beautiful Dr Andrews arrived with an expression on her face that didn’t match the morning.

“I’ll go straight up,” She said

 

She was upstairs for about half an hour and her expression was no brighter when she came down than it was on the way up.

She walked straight over to me and hugged me.

“Everything ok?” I asked

“I didn’t think we’d have to go onto the strong stuff for another week or two” she replied “It’s progressing faster than I imagined”

For the next ten minutes Claire sobbed into my chest.

 

This new pain management was stronger than before but had a smaller window of effectiveness, which meant the nurse’s visits would increase and within a week or two would necessitate a nurse on duty overnight.

 

For my part I wanted to maintain some semblance of routine with Katy as long as possible and I kept up with the Harry Potter.

 

Claire gave the midday injection and in the evening pretty Freya called in at the usual time.

We flirted a bit as usual and then as she was leaving she said

“See you at midnight”

 

I was starting to get used to the uncomfortable chair as I read another three chapters from The Chamber of Secrets.

I only stopped at three, as there was a knock at the front door.

I opened it a few minutes before midnight.

The diminutive figure of Freya St David was standing on the step in the cold night air.

“Come in” I urged her “you don’t have to knock”

“I don’t like to enter anywhere uninvited” she said making it sound deliciously dirty.

“I’ll bare that in mind for the future” I said

 

While she was upstairs giving Katy her injection I was in the kitchen washing up some coffee mugs and glasses.

I didn’t hear her come downstairs nor did I hear her walk into the kitchen and sidle up behind me.

In fact the first time I knew she was standing behind me was when she slipped her arms around me and began to unfasten my belt, she then proceeded to undo the button on my jeans and tug down my zip and before I could blink she had my trousers and pants around my knees and her hands on my cock.

After a minute or two Freya steered me around so I was facing her from where she could kiss me and grab my cock in a more meaningful way at the same time.

Pretty little Freya had taken complete control of the situation, which was something I was quite unaccustomed too and it was rather refreshing.

Nonetheless I reclaimed the initiative by lifting the diminutive little nurse up off the floor until she was standing on a kitchen chair where she continued to kiss me while I yanked her black tights and lacy knickers down to her knees.

I slid my hands up the backs of her thighs until I reached the fleshy little cheeks of her buttocks, which I caressed and squeezed before I seated her on the table so I could completely remove her pants and tights.

I sat down on the chair, which placed me perfectly between her white skinny thighs, and I was about to drink from her velvet cup when she pushed my head back.

“Later” she said taking the initiative again and climbed on to my lap.

She kissed me hard on the mouth and her little tongue darted in and out of my mouth like a tiny serpent as she impaled her hot tight cunny around my cock, her hot breath filling my mouth as she moaned and slid down on me.

I instantly set about separating her from her uniform, which only took a few seconds once I had located the zip.

Once she was naked my hands quickly sort out and found her lovely little breasts.

Freya by that time had her arms wrapped tightly around my neck and was going at me with relish, her mouth was now by my ear and she was moaning hoarsely as she pumped down.

All I 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 my shaft, faster and faster. 

“Oh Simon” She whimpered as she moved towards the abyss.

I moved my hands up to her hips to control the rhythm.

As she gripped the back of the chair behind my head and through gritted teeth her moans grew louder and louder and louder

“Ohhhh god” she screamed and throwing back her head she pumped on me again and then I came in her.

Again she pumped and again milking me of every drop.

“Mmmmm” Freya exclaimed as she wrapped herself around my neck again and kissed me.

We stayed like that for a minute or so then she was on the move and released my cock from its syrupy tomb with a pleasurable sigh and I took her to my bed.

 


Friday 26 February 2021

RED HOT

 

The first thing I noticed

Was the sun on her red hair

Turning it to blazing fire

As it tumbled

Onto the white flesh of her shoulders

The pastel shades

Of her meagre top

Struggled to contain the vibrancy of her breasts

And her naked midriff tantalized

The waistband of her skirt sat on her hips

While the white cotton below

Encased her rolling buttocks and strong thighs

A gust of summer breeze

Lifted her skirt allowing glimpses of her white thighs

Then as she walked

The sunlight behind her illuminated her form

More than hinting at the delights

Contained within the cotton of her skirt

My thoughts then turned

From her flaming red hair

To a burning desire

POINT OF VIEW

 

I look at her and, in my mind,

She is naked

Her great round breasts

Nipples like organ stops

Her lush bush

Then I see her bending

Straight legged

Her lips in full view

I kneel and with my tongue

Part her curtains

Tasting her juice

Then she is on all fours

My cock deep in her

Her buttocks slapping against my belly

My hands cupping her breasts

Then I am back

This is no way to look at my mother in law

MISS TUNNEY

 

Hey there, Miss Tunney,

You're quite a honey

With a disposition sunny

And sense of humour, funny

So cute just like a bunny

I would pay a deal of money

Just to taste your cunny

I WANTED HER

 

She crouched down, almost squatting

To stroke a small dog in the park

As she did her full buttocks

Strained the fabric of her shorts

And I wanted her

When she stood up

She through back her hair from her face

As she did the sunlight caught

The fine blonde strands

And I wanted her

She reached behind her head

To tie back her loose hair

Which pushed her breasts tightly

Against her cotton shirt

And I wanted her

She saw me looking at her

And smiled at me coyly

Then she waved to me, smiling

And I wanted her

Luckily she was my wife

 

 

Thursday 25 February 2021

GIRLS WHO WEAR GLASSES

It’s said 'that men seldom make passes
At girls who wear glasses'
But what if the girl is wrapped within
Such soft velvet like skin
Or she is full of vitality and vigor
Or has an hourglass figure
With a pinched waist and curvaceous hips
Or moist pouting lips
Perhaps she has milky white thighs
Or maybe come to bed eyes
What if her blouse struggles to repress
Her large heaving chest?
Maybe she has a dazzling smile that wins
Or has long slender pins
Would men ask out girls who wore glasses
If they had really nice arses?

Wednesday 24 February 2021

BERNADETTE FROM BLACKHEATH

 

I remember my very first girlfriend

Bernadette O’Flahety was her name

She was ever so slightly unattractive

But she was my girlfriend all the same

 

She was considered quite the looker

Where she was born in Blackheath

Despite the very large warty nose

With the ginger moustache beneath

 

She did have a face like a smashed crab

Or perhaps like a bag full of spanners

She had tufts of red hair under her arms

Like a pair of nesting ginger hamsters

 

They say that beauty is only skin deep

So she must have had hers on inside out

She’d a funny eye so that one looked

At you and the other seeked you out

 

She was best viewed in a dimmed light

Preferably from distance to be unkind

It was best not to see her naked form

But tackle her in the dark from behind

 

She had hairy legs and even hairy nipples

Her shape wasn’t curves so much as sags

She carried at least three spare tyres

And had breasts like roof tiler's nail bags

 

Bernadette's complexion resembled

Two-week-old cold lumpy porridge

She had Denis Healy bushy eyebrows

Accentuating the prominent ridge

 

She was older than me by a little bit

And she had been around the block

And it would be more than fair to say

She had too many miles on the clock

 

Bernadette was a bit of an old banger

You could say in more way than one

But on a those long cold dark nights

She was also a real bundle of fun

 

My brother said unkindly, the poor girl

Must have fallen from the ugly tree

And making matters worse she had hit

On the way down a branch or three

 

The excessive cellulite on her thighs

Made them look and feel like tripe

She had a number of boils and sores

And her skin was of the greasy type

 

And yes, it’s true that she did have a face

Like a well smacked arse, bless her

Or a bulldog chewing a wasp but then

I was no oil painting or Adonis either

 

And perhaps she was not what a mother

Would want to choose for her son

But Bernadette was quite acceptable

For a shy young man to practice on

Tuesday 23 February 2021

Choice Tales from the Vale – (006) Pink Pants in the Laundry

 

It was a perfect early spring morning in the leafy village of Pangmere and the breeze stirred the treetops, and the birds sang to the sun.

And the birds weren’t the only early risers, Sally Carey was lying in bed, warm and cosy beneath the duvet, as the birds twittered in the trees and the early morning light tried to penetrate her bedroom.

As she lay there half-awake, half-dreaming, Sally could hear him through the bedroom wall as he stood in the shower and as she listened to the splattering and splashing, she envied every droplet of water as it ran unchecked over his naked skin.

However, the root of her envy was because she had been in love with him since she was eleven years old and now that she was almost twenty, she wanted him with every fibre of her being.

The subject of her fervent want was Danny Netherton, the elder brother of Sally’s best friend Erin, who at the age of 18 had, to all intents and purposes, by necessity become the father of his 11-year-old sister.

Their parents were killed in a tragic car crash on the Pepperstock Expressway during a snowstorm and all his hopes and dreams for the future died in the snow along with them.

His plans to study engineering at University and what that might have led to had to be set aside in order for him to raise his little sister, so that she at least would be able to fulfil her potential.

The early years of his enforced parenthood he was almost consumed by his new responsibilities, running the home, nurturing Erin and holding down a job.

But the saving grace for all his sacrifice and being weighed down by responsibilities at such a young age was that he was a stronger person for the experience and Erin was to become everything their parents would have wished her to be, and he was proud of that result.

Giving up his own academic ambitions had allowed Erin to follow her dreams and she was now at Cambridge University with Sally.

 

As she lay in the cosy warmth of her bed listening to the water washing over him, images of his wet naked body filled her head and she felt aroused.

Her flesh tingled and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up and her nipples erected, and she felt that tell-tale feeling as the warmth built deep within her.

 

The water stopped and the heavy foot fall told her he had stepped out of the shower and then she pictured his wet naked form as he did so, and just a thin stud wall separated her eager want from the object of her lust and desire.

She could see in her mind’s eye each droplet of water dripping from his torso or running freely down his skin and her hand travelled purposely across her belly as her arousal grew.

And as her breathing deepened and her pulse quickened her small delicate fingers slipped beneath the waistband and proceeded further until her whole hand was inside her bottoms.

 

Her entire hand was inside her shorts as Sally pictured him wet and naked just the other side of the stud wall, she could see the towel now, wrapped around him as she wanted to be wrapped around him and her fingers went quickly between her moist lips and she found she was almost as wet as he was.

Sally was lost in those dreamy creamy thoughts of lust when the door suddenly opened and she heard herself gasp as Danny walked into the room, but her fingers lingered between her juicy lips as she clenched her buttocks tightly and grasped her thighs firmly around her hand, but as she watched him across the room, wearing just a towel her slender digits moved involuntarily and she continued to stroke herself.

Sally knew with him in the room she should stop fingering herself, but she couldn’t help herself, she couldn’t stop.  

Sally was sleeping in the spare room which also housed the laundry basket and Danny began picking up the laundry that had been discarded in and around the wash bin.

There was always plenty of it when Erin was back from University and even more whenever Sally slept over.

Sally and Erin had been best friend since forever and over the years she had been a regular house guest.

They’d been back from University for a week and the washing had already built up and this was the first opportunity he’d had to get to grips with it.

So, as it was Saturday and the girls had gone to a party the night before and had stayed over at another friend’s place, he thought he should make a start on the washing.

As he went through the assorted jeans, T-shirts and lingerie, he began to think how quickly time passed by and how quickly his sister and her best friend had grown up.

He smiled to himself as he remembered Erin’s first bra, which was a purely cosmetic device of course when she was twelve.

Then as she grew, she went through various stages of padded enhancements and eventually to the full cupped and underwired contraptions she wore today.

It was the same with her pants, in the early days they were childishly embellished with flowers or colourful characters, then they progressed through to practical pants and onto more sophisticated items before progressing on to the skimpy things of lace and bows because is little sister was a grown woman now.

 

Sally watched as he stood across the room in the half light, his upper body still damp, a towel wrapped around the lower.

He was standing sorting laundry into baskets of light and dark and as he held a pair of pink knickers, she recognised them as her own and she wished she was wearing them at that moment and her arousal deepened.

Danny held the pink panties briefly in his hand before dropping them into the appropriate pile.

Then a red pair, then pale blue silk and followed by black lace.

Sally watched as he handled her knickers one pair after another and she bit her lip, she had never been so turned on.

Her finger was still engaged between her juicy lips, she knew she should stop but she just couldn’t, she was just too hot.

As Danny was methodically sorting through the mountain of dirty washing, he had no idea she was laying there in the gloom or what she was doing there beneath the duvet, she and Erin were supposed to be sleeping over at Karen’s house in Shallowfield, some 20 miles away.

Had he known she was there he would not have entered the room especially wearing nothing but a towel, he would have been too self-conscious.

 

Danny had known Sally since she was an awkward clumsy eleven-year-old girl who seemed to spend her entire time either falling over or picking herself up and showing off her floral knickers in the process.

But she was a young woman now and Sally was a far cry from the klutzy eleven-year-old in the flowered briefs, she had grown up to become a swan.

He could never tell her that though, nor could he tell his sister Erin how he felt about her.

 

God how Sally wanted to finish herself off right there and then, but she couldn’t with him standing there.

But she didn’t want him to leave either, touching herself with him so close to her was so exciting, she had never felt as hot as she did at that moment.

 

Danny fished out the last item from the bottom of the bin, a pair of yellow knickers with white bows.

“They’re mine” she said in her head “Oh God”

Danny smiled and dropped them in the appropriate pile and turned to leave the room when Sally let out an involuntary moan and he turned around.

“Is that you Sal?” he asked

Sally bit hard on her lip after her exclamation but was still unable to halt her fingering

“Yes” she replied through clenched teeth

He walked to the window and opened one curtain, spilling gentle spring light into the room.

The sunlight fell across the rumpled screwed up duvet and a shapeless bulge beneath it.

“I thought you and Erin were staying over at Karen’s” Danny said

“Erin did” she gasped “but I didn’t fancy it”

Each word was spoken through gritted teeth and were slow and laboured and she was squirming beneath the duvet as her fingers still worked at her creamy wetness.

He took a hand full of duvet and threw it aside revealing Sally’s lustful pose.

Her nipples were standing proud through her pyjama top and her right hand was still inside her shorts.

Instead of feeling embarrassment, Sally’s exposure before the object of her lust merely turned her on even more and her fingers still lingering between her wet lips wouldn’t stop.

It was there that his eyes were drawn, that place were the fabric of her shorts moved to the rhythm of her busy fingers frigging herself before him.

As he stood there looking at the wonderful lustful sight, he felt a passion welling up in him, a passion he had suppressed over the last two years which he dare not have hoped to have acted upon until that moment.

He watched her and she reached out her left hand and tugged at the towel wrapped around him until it fell away exposing his own arousal and she frigged her pussy with greater vigour.

Danny sat on the bed and reached up to her buttocks pulled her pyjama shorts off her buttocks and down her thighs and even as he pulled them off over her ankles and tossed them into the wash basket her busy finger never ceased their purposefulness and then he sat there stroking her thigh and watched her come.

Sally laughed a dirty lustful chuckle as Danny joined her in bed and the mutual want that had simmered for so long between them finally came to the boil in a hot passionate toe-curling conclusion to their lust and a warm-hearted beginning to their love.

Monday 22 February 2021

YOU’RE MINE

 

Your size four feet are mine
Your slender stockinged legs are mine
Your firm round buttocks are mine
Your unwaxed loins are mine
Your smooth flat belly is mine
Your manicured nails are mine
Your pert young breasts are mine
Your brown bobbed hair is mine
Your pretty round face is mine
Your puppy dog eyes are mine
Your turned up nose is mine
Your pale pink mouth is mine
Your coquettish laugh is mine
My heart and soul are yours