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.
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.
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