Stephen Tanner lived alone in the village of Sharping-St Mary only a few miles from Purplemere.
He lived in a small three bedroom Tudor cottage which suited him
perfectly as he was only 5ft 6 so the low beams didn’t affect him.
He worked in Purplemere three days a week but worked from home the other
two.
It was a well-paid job and he was good at it but he didn’t enjoy it and
it neither focussed nor fulfilled him.
It was on Friday morning between Christmas
and New Year when the phone rang and when he read the caller ID he saw it was
his mum.
“Hi mum” he said
“Hello Stephen darling, I can’t talk long, I
have another favour to ask”
“Could Nicola stay for a couple of nights
before leaving for the missions?”
Nicola was the daughter of his mums best friend Karen and she was also
his first crush and she going to be staying under his roof and Nicola had a lot
to answer for, Stephen got his first stalker thinking about her and furthermore
he had his first wet dream over Nicola, well not exactly over her obviously,
but she was in his dream when he creamed his PJs.
And it was Nicola who was the first to
feature in his wank bank.
Nicola was six years older than him and he
was smitten with her from the first moment he saw her, and when he thought back
to that time he was sure she was with him, but nothing ever happened, apart
from a kiss, one single solitary kiss, a kiss that blew his mind.
But when she had stayed with him a month earlier they had finally laid
the ghost of their unfulfilled relationship when he laid her on the sofa.
So Nicola could most certainly stay for a
couple of nights and he got a very distinct trouser tickle just at the thought
of it.
She would be arriving some time that
afternoon so he went off and made up the spare bed for her though he hoped she
wouldn’t be needing it.
Unfortunately the weather had taken a turn
for the worse with heavy snow moving across the country from the east.
He had no way of knowing where Nicola was as
he didn’t know exactly where she was coming from, he didn’t even have a phone
number for her.
Stephen phoned his mum about seven o’clock
and she did have a phone number but all she could do was leave a voice mail as Nicola
wasn’t picking up, then about an hour later he had a call from Barbara Hicks brother to say that
Barbara and Nicola were stuck on the M11 in heavy snow and would get to him as
soon as they could.
They finally arrived a little after eleven
o’clock with the snow falling fast again.
Due to the lateness of the hour and the
treacherous conditions he insisted that Barbara stay the night as well, which
meant sadly that he wouldn’t be exploring amidst Nicolas unruly black pubes.
He left them both in the kitchen making a hot
drink while he went upstairs to make up a bed for Barbara in the box room.
It was a bit frustrating having the
expectancy all day of enjoying Nicola’s delightful bod only to be denied it by his
own generosity.
It was the only thing to do though under the
circumstances he would just have to go to bed with the nagging want and be unable
to slake his thirst.
The only consolation was that he thought Nicola
might be lying under the duvet just as horny and disappointed as he was.
Stephen had a very disturbed night’s sleep
full of erotic imagery, past and present lovers dressed as snowflakes
frolicking before him, or enjoying a sixty-nine on a sheepskin rug, an angel
bent naked over the sofa wearing nothing but wings.
In fact every woman he had ever had or wanted
to have appeared during the course of the night.
As a result he awoke the next morning
un-rested and very, very horny.
He decided to get up and shower in an attempt
to buck him up, but although he felt clean and fresh it merely masked his
fatigue.
So he slipped on his dressing gown and went
downstairs and was surprised to find Barbara sitting at the kitchen table
nursing a mug of coffee.
“Morning” he said far more brightly than he
felt “Sleep well?”
“Good morning Stephen, yes very well thank
you” she replied formally before continuing
“I hope it was ok, but I made myself
breakfast”
“Yes of course it was” he replied as he
looked out the window.
“It’s stopped snowing then?” he observed
“Yes” she replied, “I’m going to make a move
shortly, get while the going is good as it were”
And she smiled broadly after her statement, he
didn’t know if it was because he was feeling so washed out or not but Barbara
certainly appeared to be a much brighter person than he was expecting compared to
the Ms Frosty knickers that he met the last time she was in his home.
While Barbara was outside defrosting the
Morris Minor he sat at the kitchen table drinking a coffee when it finally
dawned on him what Barbara’s early departure meant, a revisit to the Missionary
position.
Barbara came back inside after warming up the
car
“I won’t disturb Nicola” she said
“Why not”? I thought “I’m going to the minute
you’ve gone”
“She could use the rest,” she continued
“Good idea” he agreed
“Well I will see you on Sunday” she said
“Bless you for your kindness”
He watched the Morris Minor drive away then waited
for five minutes before he ascended the stairs.
Stephen gently opened the bedroom door and
tiptoed inside and he could see her pajama trousers lying draped on the foot of
the bed.
The first thought to enter his mind was that
she had removed them in order to allow her ease of access to her pussy to
satisfy herself after the disappointed of not getting rogered.
He slipped off his dressing gown and let it
drop to the floor and his pants followed close behind and then he got under the
duvet and cuddled up close to her and he was delighted to find her naked below
the waist.
Nicola was on her side with her back to him
and his first thought was to spoon her but instead he backed away and rolled
her gently onto her back.
Stephen kissed her lips but got no response
so he un-buttoned her pajama jacket all the way down to the bottom.
Once he had dealt with the final button he
slowly opened the two halves like the leaves of some great tome and looked down
on her in the half-light and admired both her body and his craft.
Her breasts had all but disappeared but her nipples
sat there invitingly so he took the nearest one into his mouth and sucked on it
gently.
Nicola murmured softly in response but she
didn’t waken but his suckling was obviously fueling an erotic dream.
He left her erect swollen nipple wet with his
saliva and watched her sleeping face as his hand drifted across her belly to
her lush curly bush and dallied there toying with her tousled curls and she
still slept.
After a moment his finger parted her lips
like opening a pea pod and it was instantly immersed in her hot creaminess.
She murmured again in response to his fingering
but despite his attentions she still remained asleep.
Having reached the point where he couldn’t
have got her any wetter if he fingered her all night and not awakened her he
decided to mount her.
He carefully positioned himself between her
thighs and slid his cock between her sticky lips all the way up to his aching
balls and she sucked in air through her teeth.
The first stroke just added to her already
lip creaming dream, the second had much the same effect but caused her to stir
a little beneath him and lick her lips.
The third brought her to that ecstatic point,
that hinterland between erotic dream and sensual reality, unsure if she was vividly
dreaming of receiving cock or if she was actually receiving cock.
However the fourth penetration left her in no
doubt as she open her eyes and she knew for sure that he was inside of her.
“Oh Stephen” She said and smiled at him then she
closed her eyes again as her penetrated her again and she wriggled like a fish
with each penetration making her squirm beneath him
A few strokes later she came deliciously
noisily and spurred on by her audible appreciation of his efforts he went at
her harder and faster and her knuckles whitened as she was gripping the
headboard as she moaned and writhed beneath him she came again and as he
reached the precipice her utterances were growing higher in frequency until she
reached Shangri-La
“Oh Godddd Stephen” she screamed and with her
writhing sweating body prostrate beneath him he explode inside her
“I wasn’t expecting that” she panted as he withdrew
and climbed off of her and she let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh as she
cuddled up to him.
“If you weren’t expecting it why didn’t you
have your bottoms on?” he asked puzzled
“I took them off because I thought you would
come to see me last night” she replied, “Why didn’t you?”
“I didn’t think you’d want to with Barbara in
the house in case she heard us,” he said
“You didn’t need to worry” Nicola added,
“She’s a bit deaf and she sleeps like the dead”
“Never mind I got here eventually,” he said
“Mmmmm” Nicola replied
After fucking Nicola awake in the half-light of morning they spent the
rest of the day in each other’s company.
It was fairly mundane to be honest she did her washing and ironing while
he pottered around in his study.
However the mundanity of the day was more than compensated for by the
nerve tingling sexual interludes, which were numerous, and as far from the
mundane as it was possible to get.
She wanted to make the most of the time they had together as well as
packing for the journey.
Her time with him was almost up and when Nicola left his house on the
morning of the 30th of December and she travelled to China he would
probably never see her again.
But she left an indelible impression on him so as they lay in each
other’s arms on their last morning together he said
“Don’t go”
“I have to go” she replied sadly
“But I love you Nicola” he said and she
gasped
“And I love you”
“Then don’t go”
“But I have to” she said “it’s my life’s
work”
“I know” he replied “So let me come with you”
She just lay there silently and grasped his
hand in hers and putting it to her lips she kissed it and said
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