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.
Freya was twenty-seven
years old but looked much younger, her skin was always flushed pink like she
was freshly scrubbed, and she was a first-class flirt.
Yet she never did
anything more than that and she really enjoyed flirting.
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.
Well, that was until
she had an epiphany, or more precisely when she met Captain Hardman.
As a district nurse
she had a number of regular home visit, terminally ill or housebound patients which
kept her very busy, but she had a few days off.
But despite having the
time off she was still having a very busy week and by the time she returned to
the District Nursing office she would probably relish the change of pace.
She had spent the week
in her little two-bedroom house on a modern development in Abbeyvale doing
chores.
It had now been six
weeks since she had danced the night away with her Captain and it had left her
in a quandary.
She had curbed her
appetites because her thoughts kept wandering to Jonathon Hardman, she was
still horny as hell, but she had lost her focus.
However, she still
hadn’t heard from him.
Which was why when she
was told she had to take some leave she had decided to spring clean the house
from top to bottom to keep herself occupied.
She had dusted,
vacuumed, washed, mopped and polished, and bedding was washed as was every
curtain.
So, by Friday
lunchtime the whole house was gleaming.
As she admired her
handiwork Freya was wearing knee length blue and white striped dungarees over a
white vest top and a smug look of satisfaction.
Freya had just put the
kettle on when there was a knock at the door.
She opened the door
and a man of about her age was standing there.
“Can I help?” she said
“Freya!” the man said
“Yes, that’s me” she
said
“Its Gary” he said,
slightly put out that he had to give his name. “From Tipton”
“Oh Gary” Freya said
“I didn’t recognise you”
“Apparently so” Gary
said
Gary was her first
boyfriend and her first sexual partner.
“Come in” she said amused at his annoyance
They were sitting at
the kitchen table drinking coffee when she asked
“How did you find me?”
“I got your address
from your mum” he said
“Why?” she asked
“Well, I knew I was
going to be in Abbeyvale and I thought I would look you up”
He replied
unconvincingly
“You never were a very
good liar” Freya said
“I’ve been thinking
about you a lot recently” he confessed
“Your mum told me you
were still single”
“Oh yes” Freya said
suspiciously and cleared the cups to the sink.
“I think we should get
back together” he said
“What?” she said and
turning around in surprise
“We were good
together” Gary said
“We were just kids”
Freya said “And we haven’t seen each other for ten years, we’re strangers”
“Never strangers” he
said
“And you’re married”
she said
“Separated” he
corrected her “permanently separated”
“I’m sorry to hear
that” Freya said
“She betrayed me” he
said with affront
“So, you want to get
back with me to spite her” she said
“No Frey” he replied
“You’ve always been the one”
And he leant in and kissed
her and in spite of herself she kissed him back, he was always a good kisser,
so she joined in.
And as part of her
response to his kiss she laced her skinny arms around his neck and pulled her
whole frame in close.
His hands began on her
back but quickly descended to settle on her pert little buttocks.
Freya was so close to
him she could feel his erection which grew with each passing moment.
“Let’s go to bed” he
suggested
Freya was quite horny
but going to bed with him, when she’d just put clean bed linen on?, not a
chance.
“No” she replied “you
can have me here”
She broke away from
his embrace and walked on to the rug in the middle of the kitchen and with her
back to him she first unhooked the straps on her dungarees and let them drop to
the floor.
Then her white cotton
knickers followed before she sank to her knees on the rug presenting her nether
regions to him.
He began undoing his
trousers but then hesitated
“We shouldn’t be doing
it like this,” he said
“Shut up and do me,”
Freya instructed
He completed the
removal of his trousers as instructed and then he knelt behind her and did her
on all fours on the kitchen floor.
Freya thought he had
improved somewhat since their last joining ten years earlier though not
excessively so.
But nonetheless he
rogered her to a juddering climax.
A few minutes after
they uncoupled Freya had quickly redressed herself.
“Well, that was
pleasant enough” she said
“Only pleasant?” Gary responded
“I’m afraid so” she
replied
“So, what about us
getting back together?” Gary asked
“No” Freya replied
“You always were a
slut” he said harshly
“And you were always dull” she replied and opened the front door.
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