It was in the early
nineties when Eleanor Gallaher knocked on the door of number 35 Finchbottom
Road, which was the Shallowfield home of Gregory and Amanda George and had been
for 15 years, ever since they were married.
It was a house that
was very well known to Eleanor as she had been friends with Amanda for about 8
years despite being ten years younger.
“Is Amanda in” she
asked urgently when Greg had opened the door.
Eleanor was pretty,
but not beautiful with a long face, a big toothy smile and long wavy straw
coloured hair and she stood around five foot three in her flip flops.
As was the fashion of
the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt.
“I’m afraid not Ellie
she’s gone to Abbottsford so I’m not expecting her back until late”
He replied and to his
great surprise tears started to well
up in her eyes and then they ran down her cheeks as she sobbed.
Greg in an act of
chivalry stepped into action and put his arm around her and guided her into the
hall away from prying eyes.
He stood and
comfort her without speaking when she said
“I’m sorry” and
buried her tearstained face in his neck.
He made encouraging
noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on, was the full extent
of his expertise with crying women.
They held that
position for some time until Ellie’s sobs began to get shallower and shallower
and eventually abated but still she held on to him tightly and began to nuzzle
his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin, which was when the beast
below his waist began to stir itself.
While still
nuzzling his neck her hands began to caress up and down his back until her
nuzzles turned to kisses and Greg reciprocated the caresses and in an instant
her mouth was on his, soft lips, hot mouth and an electric tongue.
Ellie’s hands began
to claw at his shirt, dragging it free from the waistband of his jeans and when
she had succeeded, her trembling hands were on his flesh and she sighed and
exhaled through her nose.
Her dungarees had buttons
on either side of the waistband and Greg’s hands were on her hips and with
great manual dexterity he undid both buttons simultaneously and his hands then
mimicked the movement of her own and caressed the soft naked skin of her back.
Suddenly Ellie broke
away from their embrace and backed towards the banisters.
There were still
tearstains on her cheeks and her eyes were red but she had a broad toothy grin
as her hands undid the straps on her dungarees and let them fall to the floor
and she stood there in a white t-shirt and navy blue knickers and then she
kicked her clothes and her flips flops aside and she returned to her previous
task.
Ellie’s kissing
became more intense as he turned his attention to her bra and released the
hooks between her shoulders and replaced the cups with his hands and she
snorted though her nose as he toyed with her stiffening nipples.
It was very sensual kissing and Greg’s
manhood was wide-awake and doing its best to burst out of his trousers.
So he pushed her back against the bannisters
and his hand went without ceremony straight down, across her flat belly and
into her pants and between her slippery lips and she moaned in his mouth.
Satisfied that she was sufficiently greased
he hurriedly began dragging the navy blue knickers off her cute arse and he
followed the pants down to her ankles and he knelt before her neat bush, the
colour of dark straw.
Eleanor was running her fingers through his
hair and as he was about to stand up he felt a very definite downward pressure
from her hands as she pushed his head back down towards her cunny.
He was ready to spear her, in fact he was desperate
to spear her, but she wanted head first so in the spirit of chivalry he obliged
her.
She was standing on one leg while she
braced herself against the opposite wall with the other as he supped
enthusiastically on her hot juices then Eleanor let him know when she had had
enough by lowering her other leg and he stood up.
Greg was wearing her juice all around his
mouth and after he kissed her it was all around hers as well and then she
quickly undressed him.
Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck
and she was panting loudly in his ear as he got a firm grip on each buttock and
lifted her up off her feet so her deliciously syrupy fanny was at a suitable
height to receive his cock and once he achieved it he slid effortlessly into
Eleanor.
“Ohhhhh God” she uttered
Eleanor’s legs locked around his middle and
he banged her against the bannisters.
But he only managed three thrusts when he
lost his grip on her and he popped out of her cunny, so he let her fall slowly
and slither down him and the moment her feet hit the ground he put one hand on
her hip and spun her around the bannister post until she was on all fours on
the stairs and he entered her again and fucked her to a mutually happy
conclusion.
Still in that position for about a minute
afterwards, panting hard and he said.
“What were you crying about anyway?”
“I broke up with my boyfriend” she said
“Oh why was that?” he asked
“He said I was no good in bed” she replied
“Well I think you need a second opinion” he
said and he withdrew from her and smacked her cheek playfully “Get upstairs”
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