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.
However,
for Jane’s 29th birthday, the week before Christmas, he booked a
two-night stay at the Abbottsford Regents Hotel as a birthday treat, and the
first night had been very lust fueled.
Greg awoke
the next morning to find an empty space in the bed next to him, this was not the
norm when sleeping with Jane who was partial to an early morning spoon, and she
had a considerable number of weapons in her arsenal to encourage him to be so
inclined.
That
morning however she was already up and, in the shower, and he lay in bed for a
while nursing his early riser feeling a little crestfallen.
When he
finally dragged himself out of bed Jane was just coming out of the bathroom
pink and luscious and draped in towels.
Greg was
bleary eyed and naked and still had a boner which Jane couldn’t help but notice
as he had a huge cock.
“Morning
gorgeous” she said
“Happy
Birthday hon” he replied
“Thank you,
but I was talking to your friend” she said and took hold of his cock and
stroked it gently as she kissed him.
“Now go and
have a shower,” Jane added as she gave his old chap a final stroke.
While he
was in the shower his erection abated but he thought Jane would bring it back
to life in a second.
When he
emerged from the bathroom, he was spotlessly clean, sweet smelling with minty
fresh breath and ready for action.
So, imagine
his surprise when he found Jane wearing a black bra with matching pants just
visible through her usual 70 denier black tights.
Jane had a
skinny waist and neat hips and the most beautifully round buttocks, and oh yes,
the boner was back.
The very
appealing sight of Jane in black underwear and tights had left him with a
pronounced bulge in his towel but she was clearly not ready for action.
“Are we not
“celebrating” your birthday this morning?” he asked in a pitiful voice not unlike
that of Oliver Twist asking for more gruel.
“No time
Babe” she said
“We have
time for a quick breakfast then we need to get to the Phoenix Centre”
And after a
prolonged glance at the bulge in his towel she continued
“So, you
can stop pointing that thing at me, I’m interested in a sausage of a very
different sort”
Though
after seeing the crestfallen look on his face she kissed him before saying
“But if you
keep it warm, I’ll eat it later”
So resigned
to the fact he wasn’t going to be dipping his substantial wick before
breakfast, but with the promise of later delights, he quickly dressed for the
day and joined Jane for breakfast before the concierge called them a cab.
They had the taxi drop them at the entrance of the Phoenix Centre but
they didn’t go in straight away, instead they spent a couple of hours wandering
around the more interesting parts of Abbottsford then they stopped at the
Labuschagne Coffee House and ordered coffee and pastries.
Greg had
just finished the last mouthful of cake as Jane finished her coffee so, he
checked his watch and they got up and headed out the door.
After
walking to the Phoenix Center, they followed the slow-moving pack of Christmas
Shoppers inside.
“So where
shall we meet up?” she asked after they had moved to one side of the throng.
“How about
O’Dowd’s” he suggested, O’Dowd’s being an Irish pub on the lower concourse
“Yes ok”
she agreed “What time?”
“Is two
hours long enough for you?”
“Yes, that
should be alright” Jane said and kissed him and then they went their separate
ways.
Greg didn’t
need two hours for his shopping, he was only buying gifts for his staff and
Christmas presents for Jane, she’d already had her birthday presents, so he had
an hour to spare when he walked into the bar and ordered a pint of Guinness.
He took his
bags and his drink to a vacant table and texted Jane to say he was in the bar
and to join him as soon as she was finished, and she replied “ok”, then he put
his phone back in his pocket and picked up his paper.
He was on
his second pint when Jane arrived clutching an assortment of bags.
“Hi
handsome, sorry I’m late” she said kissing him, then she whispered.
“I had to
go shopping for you know what’s”
“Oh, that’s
ok,” he said, kissing her back, knowing precisely what the “you know what’s”
were,
“Blimey are
all those bags full of knickers?”
“Shhh” she
exclaimed “No of course not, most of its for Christmas”
“Oh ok” he
agreed, “do you want a drink?”
“No thanks
babe, I’d like to get back to the Hotel so I can try these on” Jane whispered
excitedly
“Ok” he
agreed draining his glass “Can I watch?”
“You’re
such a perv” she said and laughed
“Is that a
yes or a no?”
When they
got up to the room, he found that due to the two pints of Guinness he
desperately needed a pee, so he went straight into the bathroom to relieve
himself, and when he came out he found Jane stood in front of the mirror
sporting a pair of ivory silk knickers and was trying to wrestle her large
breasts into the matching bra.
The first
one would go in its cup with only a little persuasion but just as she got the
second one in and the first one popped out again or both nipples would suddenly
appear above the lace, and all the time her buttocks were doing the mumbo
inside her silk drawers, and he was enjoying her performance very much indeed.
“Are you
having a bit of trouble Betty?” he asked in his best Frank Spencer voice.
“I’ve
bought the wrong bloody cup size,” she snapped
“Did you
only buy one?” he enquired
“No of
course not” she replied crossly
“But
they’re all the same size” he speculated
“Yes” she
mumbled and stamped her feet. “And I wanted to look and feel stunning tonight”
“You always
look stunning,” he said honestly
“That’s
very sweet” Jane said and turned to kiss him and both dark pink nipples peered
over the top of the ivory lace.
“What am I
going to do?” she asked as she rested her head on his chest “I don’t want to
wear the black one, I’ve had it on all day”
“Go braless”
Greg suggested
“I can’t go
without a bra” she said horrified “I’m twenty-eight years old”
“Actually,
you’re twenty-nine” he corrected her “but you have fabulous tits”
She frowned
at the correction of her age but smiled and blushed when he complicated her
breasts.
She turned
towards the mirror again and removed her ill-fitting bra and then began
squishing and kneading her titties and evaluated their pliability in her
reflection.
“I will not
go out to eat with my twenty-nine-year-old baps unslung” she stated
“Ok then
how about a compromise?” he suggested, “You go braless but we eat in the hotel
restaurant”
“We can’t
eat here” Jane said very definitely “Have you seen the menu?”
Jane picked
up the menu off the desk and gave it him and said
“It’s
ridiculously expensive”
“Birthday
treat” he said throwing the menu on the bed without looking at it
“What is?”
she asked suspiciously “the dinner or my going braless”
“Both” he
replied
Jane had
been in the bathroom for an age getting herself ready but when she finally
emerged it was well worth the wait, she looked absolutely stunning in her new
outfit.
“Wow” he
said, as he looked her over from top to bottom.
Before he
looked her over again, starting with her patent leather heels, black tights, a
grey knitted dress, patent leather belt round her narrow waist, her unharnessed
breast and holding up her soft black curls a floral hair slide.
“That was
well worth waiting for” he said
“Do I look
ok?” she asked, “is it a bit tarty?”
“You look
gorgeous”
He wanted
to kiss her there and then, but her makeup was pristine, and he didn’t want to
disturb it, there would be time enough later to smudge her lippy.
“Now if you
would like to take my arm” he said proffering said limb “I would like the honour
of escorting you to dinner”
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