Bob King was an average man approaching his
thirtieth birthday not that he was a bad looking man, he wasn’t, but he wasn’t
stunning, sexy or buff, he was strictly middling but his girlfriend
Samantha Barraclough was anything but, she was an absolute beauty five years younger, elegant, daintily petite,
intelligent, funny, and sexy with a perfectly beautiful angelic voice, pure
Carrington Chase educated perfection, Carrington Chase being Downshire’s
version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way
around, and it was voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.
He pinched himself at the start of
everyday, especially the ones on which he woke up beside her, just to check he
wasn’t dreaming.
Because the good fortune that brought
Samantha into his life was the type of thing that didn’t happen to him, and
everyone who witnessed them together unanimously agreed that he was punching well
above his weight.
They first encountered each other at a business meeting at the Clayton
Manor Hotel, where she was a potential new client and he was trying to win a
new account, but the meeting was unresolved as it was love at first sight,
heavily laced with lust.
Which ended with their mutual seduction and a passionate night spent
in her suite.
But since that first meeting there had been many such nights and there
seemed to be no sign of them abating.
However things had not been all plain sailing since they had met,
though not between the two of them they were completely simpatico.
The problems stemmed from a different quarter entirely and from those
who should have been the most delighted for them, their close friends and
family.
Bob and Samantha were the victims of snobbery, inverted and otherwise.
Her family thought she had set her sights to low while his nearest and
dearest believed he had set his too high.
Her friends thought he was common, while his thought she was a snob.
So as a result they had found it difficult to fit inside each other’s
worlds, but the couple believed that love will out.
And Samantha drew a line under the difficulties when she said
“If you can’t live in my world and I can’t live in yours we shall just
have to make a world of our own”
If he hadn’t been in love with her already he certainly would have
been after that speech.
So having overcome
their initial difficulties of not being accepted in each other’s worlds and having
set out to
make a world of their own, they made the decision, after a year of courting to move in together.
So having overcome
their initial difficulties of not being accepted in each other’s worlds and
having set out to make a world of their own, they made the decision, after a year of courting to move in together.
Samantha was from
Tipton in the north of the county but when she fell in love with Bob she also
fell in love with the Vale so they decided on buying a house in Forestdean that
needed a bit of TLC.
Bob spent a lot of
time doing up the house he was good at DIY so he had been staying in the house
all week decorating and doing some repairs while Samantha was away on business.
He was up early on Friday morning which was
just as well as at 8 o’clock Samantha arrived at the house dressed in joggers
and a T-shirt, not her normal apparel at all, in fact he had never seen her
dressed down to that degree and he was quite surprised that she actually owned
a pair of joggers.
“Can I help?” he asked
“It’s me you fool” she replied
“Who’s me?”
“Your girlfriend” Samantha said
“No, no, not dressed like that you’re not”
“These are my working togs” she said
“And it’s no good putting on that posh
voice either” he said and laughed and then he kissed her
“What are you doing here?” he asked “I
wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow”
“I wrapped it up early so I could come and
help” she said
“And I missed you”
“I missed you too” he said and kissed her again
“So how have you got on?” she asked
“Pretty good, the dining room and the
lounge are done they just need tidying and the furniture putting back” he said
“So if we do that I’ll let you take me to lunch”
“Well the sooner we
get started the sooner we’ll be finished” Samantha said cheerily.
So Samantha set
about dusting and hovering the lounge and dining room while Bob started
carrying things in from the garage and by eleven o’clock they were almost
finished, there was just one small sofa to bring in and then they were done.
So the two of them set
about the task and having maneuvered it through the hall and into the lounge
all that was required was to push it into place and with both of them pushing
it moved easily into position.
Which was when with
the job done, and Bob suitably positioned southwest of Samantha’s casually clad
arse, he thought he might give her a house warming present so he put his hands
on her shoulders and said
“Thanks Sam, it
would have taken ages without you”
Samantha leant back
against him and he kissed the top of her head, then he ran his hands slowly
down from her shoulders until they were caressing her breasts.
Which was when with
the job done, and Bob suitably positioned southwest of Samantha’s casually clad
arse, he thought he might give her a house warming present so he put his hands
on her shoulders and said
“Thanks Sam, it
would have taken ages without you”
Samantha leant back
against him and he kissed the top of her head, then he ran his hands slowly
down from her shoulders until they were caressing her breasts.
Samantha leant her
head back so she could look up at him and said with a smile.
“We haven’t got
time for that”
“I think we do” he
said and bent down and kissed her smiling lips and as he did so Bob began
pulling the front of her t-shirt up so he could get a better hold of her tits.
“Oh no you don’t”
she said and leant forward pressing her tits against the back of the sofa,
denying him access and giggling like a schoolgirl.
“Playing hard to
get are we,” he said and quickly lifted the back of her shirt up and unfastened
her bra
“You sneaky git”
she said still laughing, but pressed her front even tighter against the furnishings
denying him admittance to her un-holstered breasts.
So a change of tack
was called for and he temporarily abandoned his quest for breast and got his
hand inside her jogging bottoms instead, but Samantha instantly countered his
new assault by pressing her pelvis up against the frame of the sofa and
wouldn’t let him get to her prize.
This left him only
one option, which was to spin her around and push her backwards on to sofa.
She was laughing as
she span around and then let out a girlish yelp as she landed on her back.
Samantha’s legs
were sticking up in the air so he grabbed one ankle so she couldn’t get up
again and then yanked her joggers and pants off her arse before she knew what
was happening and from then on it was relatively simple to pull them off over
her ankles despite the fact she was trying to kick her legs.
“We really don’t
have time,” she said still giggling
“Well you’re almost
naked now” he responded as he unzipped his jeans.
Samantha’s cute
little arse was parked on the arm of the sofa while her head and shoulders were
on the seat pad, as a result of which her fanny was looking up at him.
As Bob immobilized
her legs with one arm he placed his hand on her neat bush, combing her pubes with
his fingers and the slipping his thumb along her moist crease and Samantha stopped
giggling and moaned softly instead
“We’re going to be
late for lunch” she purred as he rubbed her gently
“Then the sooner we
get started the sooner we’ll be finished” he said using her own words against
her as he glided into her.
The moment his shaft
was well inside he released Sam’s legs and she relocated them either side of
his head and crossed her ankles behind his neck.
There were no more
protestations about a lack of time only murmurs and moans of pleasure as he
made love to her and the sofa moved inch by inch across the room as her moans
grew louder until right on cue when the sofa would move no further, neither
could they.
“Welcome to your
new home” he said and she giggled.
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