It was in the late 1980’s when Gordon Cunningham, a Uniform Police Constable in Finchbottom, was on holiday with a group of fellow officers.
They were staying in an apartment on the Island of Andros
in the Cyclades chain.
It was a quiet island due to the fact it was a two
hour ferry ride from the mainland but Gordon thought it was worth it.
The lads had been there for two days when quite by
chance they met up with some familiar faces.
A group of girls from the Vale and among them was Jane
Hubble a girl he had known since nursery school and one whom he had never
looked at twice.
Not that she was unattractive, on the contrary she
was lovely but the truth was that he just didn’t like her and never had, and he
always believed the feeling was mutual, but as it turned out he was
mistaken.
It
was a blistering hot day and the rest of his mates were taking the ferry to
Tinos to see the monastery, not that they wanted go it was just that they had
got involved with a group of girls, Gordon hadn’t got involved with anyone and
so didn’t fancy a trip to a monastery so he feigned a headache and cried off.
He
was also trying to avoid Jane Hubble who he had manage to bump into more often
than he was happy with.
So
having her spend the day on an island two hours away would have been a
refreshing change.
As
it turned out, due to the heat he did develop a headache and went to his room
to lay down.
He
went straight to sleep and awoke some time afterwards to find someone sucking
on his cock.
His
first thought was to ask who the hell it was that was performing a very
delicious act on him, but that thought was soon overtaken by the one that was
just grateful for it, and anyway he got his answer after a few pleasurable
minutes when the blonde head that had been performing felacio on him suddenly
bobbed up.
“You”
he said
“Yes,
do you mind?” Jane asked
“Not
any more” he replied and with his acquiescence she impaled herself on him and
rode him to a shuddering orgasm.
Gordon
got out of bed and left her sleeping and went to the kitchen to get drinks.
Jane
lay serenely in the afterglow, the sweat of earlier passions spent had evaporated
and was no more and her tousled blond hair framed a peaceful face with the red
glow that had previously graced her cheeks no longer visible.
Her eyes were resting, her mouth open slightly and her full lips still moist,
and on her pale smooth skin no hint remained of what had passed.
The contortions of orgasm which were earlier etched into her innocent face lingered
no more, but he thought they would soon be present again.
She lay beneath a silken sheet stretched more tightly across her breasts showing
them in sharp relief.
The cool evening air from the open window aroused her nipples which then stood
proud through the taught silk and she murmured in her sleep and squirmed in
unison as her arousal continued elsewhere.
If Gordon did not return to the bed her satisfaction would have to be in her
own hands but luckily Gordon did return as he was himself aroused.
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