Greg was 6ft tall, wiry build with short brown hair and he was born
and raised in the large sprawling village of Dulcet-on-Willow, beside the
gentle shallow River Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills
to the more vibrant River Brooke.
His parents had retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six
bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, four
years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and Alex, two years younger,
who had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.
Greg himself only got back to the Village of Willow a handful of times
each year, although since he met fellow Willow native Jane Bloomfield when she
was a guest at his Hotel he had more reason to get home more often.
He loved Willow and the village was very close to his heart and he
always felt at peace when he was home.
The downside was that it was situated in the Finchbottom Vale, which
nestled comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and the
rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, but however attractive it might have
been, it was featureless in many ways and that was a problem for Greg, and that
is perhaps why he was drawn to the
scenic Pepperstock Hills National Park.
His love affair with the region began when, as a 12 year old boy, his
Scout troop had their Summer Camp at Oxley Ridge.
Following his first adventurous fortnight he returned to the Park
whenever he could and after University he used his degree to get a job working
in the Park, and after five years, when he heard the owner of the Black Swan
was retiring, he bought him out.
But it was his love affair with Jane that drew him back to Willow in
November.
Greg arrived in Willow just as it was getting dark and he found the
house empty so he quickly showered and changed and went in search of some
company.
When he was ready he got in the car and drove from Waterside Road into
the Village proper and parked in the High Street, in the space Mr and Mrs
Bloomfield were just vacating and walked towards the Bloomfield Pharmacy and he
timed it perfectly because as he got close to the shop he saw a familiar
figure, 5ft 8, dark hair, slim figure, skinny legs and disproportionally large
breasts, it was Jane closing up, she didn’t see him as she had her back to him,
so he crept up behind her and said
“Hello gorgeous”
“Oh Greg” she said flustered, “What are you doing here?”
But before he had chance to answer she launched herself into his arms
and kissed him.
The reason she was surprised to see him was because he wasn’t due back
to Willow until the end of the month, the reason he was earlier was due to his
having had a meeting in Sharpinghead that was cancelled at the last minute.
But by the urgency of her kissing he deduced that she wasn’t
interested in the reason.
Jane stopped kissing him and said
“Mum and Dad have gone to see the fireworks in Mornington”
“I saw them leaving as I pulled up” he explained
“And I’m just closing up” she continued
“I’ll give you a hand” he offered
“Thanks Greg” she said smiling coyly
There were only a couple of signs to go inside and when they were
inside, he asked
“Is that everything?”
“Not quite” she said and pulled him forcefully inside and closed the
door
“There’s no one at home” he informed her,
“There’s no one here either” she said and led him behind the counter
and through the bead curtain to the inner sanctum, which consisted of an office
come sitting room, with a desk and chair on one side, and two armchairs and a
coffee table on the other, and she immediately turned to face him and kissed
him.
The moment their lips touched she locked onto his mouth like a limpet
and her arms gripped him around the neck like a bear trap, it was a warm liquid
kiss with hot tongues of passion.
His hands caressed up and down her skinny frame repeatedly searching
the landscape before both hands ended up on her tight little buttocks, then he
maneuvered her towards one of the armchairs and as he sat down he pulled her
down with him,
Because she was so tall her head was above his, kissing down into his
mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of it, lips still locked
limpet like on his, nostrils snorting in air.
Greg had one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her
waist which he slid slowly up to her breast; she drew in a sharp sighing breath
through her nose as he fondled her tittie through the fabric of her clothes and
the bra beneath, it was unusual for her to wear a bra when he was around, and
the moment his palm cupped her plump fruit their mouths disengaged briefly and
she gave him a leery smile before locking onto him again.
His hand left her breast and went slowly down to her thigh and knowing
what was coming she wrapped her arms tightly around him and buried her face in
his neck and her body stiffened as his hand progressed along the inside of her
thigh, with only the 70 denier fabric of her black tights between him and the
silky skin of her inner thigh he knew so well, but he loved the feel of the
fabric against his palm which felt warm
and welcoming in its density.
As his hand crept ever-higher Jane’s skinny thighs opened and closed
in anticipation and she moaned quietly as her buttocks squirmed on his lap, her
breaths becoming deep and erratic.
When he reached Shangri-La he could feel the heat from her pussy and
her breath was rasping coarsely in his ear, becoming coarser still
as he reached the heart of her fire, fingering her though the gusset
of her tights, the fabric slipping and sliding on her wet gash until her cream
began to ooze through the fabric, and she moaned loudly.
Suddenly Jane leapt up and reached her hand up under her skirt and
pulled her tights and knickers down to the top of her boots, then she plopped
back down on his lap again, Jane looked at him, smiled coyly and kissed him
before nuzzling his neck again.
He moved his hand to her naked knee and her body stiffened as his hand
progressed up her leg until it reached the top of her thigh and she squirmed on
his lap and murmured as his fingers reached the coarse hair of her Minge.
Jane moaned softly as they explored her bush and when his digits
descended into to the abyss of her creamy cunny she let out a hoary growl as he
fingered her hot syrupy slit and stimulated her clit. “Ohhhhhh” she exclaimed,
at the pleasure of his touch and grabbed a cushion to bury her face in to
stifle any further exclamations, of which there would be many so he stopped
stroking her gorgeous wet pussy and took the cushion from her and discarded it
and she looked startled
“I want to hear every sound you make Jane” he said and kissed her
“Every moan and murmur”
Jane looked at him and smiled as he resumed stroking her juicy cunny,
and looked at her face, delighting at every moan and grunt she made as each
stoke of her clit brought her closer and closer to orgasm, until finally she
screamed out as she came beneath his touch, so loud that even the cushion
wouldn’t have suppressed it,
Her thigh’s closed on his hand at the point of climax, trapping his
hand, but his fingers were still between her lips and he stroked her clit again
and again and her thighs opened and closed on his hand, then she screamed again and kissed him on the
mouth, and then stood up and took his
hand and almost dragged him towards the stairs.
Greg paused briefly as she reached the bottom of the stairs
“Are you sure?” he asked knowing the answer, “we can go back to mine”
“Yes, yes, yes” she said through gritted teeth and began pulling him
to the stairs “Can’t wait, can’t wait”
The problem was with her tights and knickers sitting on top of her
black boots, she found it difficult to negotiate the stairs, so he picked her
up in a fireman’s lift and carried her up the stairs.
Once at the top he continued on to her bedroom, which was incredibly
untidy, with discarded clothes and underwear scattered around, so he added to
the mess and dropped her on the bed, where he disposed of the boots, tights and
knickers, before pulling her to her feet.
At that moment Jane's small hands reached up to unfasten the catch on
her bra and his hands reached up inside her sweater to replace the lacy cups
and as his hands groped her magnificent unfettered breasts and played with her
hardening nipples he kissed her neck, while she rubbed the lump in his trousers
with her small hands, so he started
undoing his belt and Jane stepped back and stood licking her lips as she
watched.
“Everything off” he told her and she complied immediately without a
second thought and no hint of hesitation and then she resumed her libidinous
sentry duty.
He let his trousers drop to the ground and then pulled his pants down
to expose hid huge swollen cock and she stared at it with her saucer eyes as
she sat down on the bed and he pulled on his shaft to expose his purple helmet
they almost popped out of her head.
“I’ve missed you” Jane said
“I’ve missed you too” he responded
“I was talking to your cock” she said and chuckled
He quickly removed the rest of his clothes and she eyed him up and
down appraising what she was about to receive.
“Are you ready?” he asked, and she just nodded wide-eyed and open
mouthed
So he leant down and slipped his tongue into her mouth and as they
kissed he picked her up and threw her gently onto the middle of the bed and
before she’d finished bouncing he was there between her skinny legs and pausing
for just a second to push her skinny thighs further apart his cock was inside
her, and she was blissfully welcoming as he thrust into her wetness up to his
balls.
Jane was loving every stroke and she made no attempt to stifle or
muffle the grateful moans and screams as Greg raised his torso up so he could
look at her gorgeous body writhing beneath him.
Her head thrashed from side to side, but this did not distract him
from staring at her taught body and gorgeous tits and she wriggled and writhed.
While he watched her she watched him and when he raised himself up
higher so he could look down across her belly at her black bush, she lifted her
head off the pillow to watch his cock repeatedly penetrating her tight pussy,
then she looked at him and smiled so he mercilessly pumped on her faster and
faster until he couldn’t tell when one moan ended and the next began until she
let out one almighty scream as she came hard and then two more stokes and he
release his hot load into her.
As he was dressing Greg watched as she redressed her lovely body in
her white robe, and the fullness of her titties were hard to disguise.
“When are you going back to Springwater?” she asked
“Tomorrow morning” he replied “after we’ve had breakfast”
When they were back downstairs in the shop they had an affectionate
farewell kiss and he had another good grope of her tits.
“Stop it” Jane said and gave him a playful slap and added “later”
They kissed once more before he opened the door and she gave his
sleeping beast a gentle squeeze and said
“I want dinner with that” she instructed, and he headed towards his
car and he had only gone about fifty yards when her parents pulled into an
empty parking space close to the shop.
“That was close,” he said to himself
An hour later Jane arrived at Greg’s
house where she was treated to a Chinese takeaway and another portion of his
cock.
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