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.
The kissing and the
caressing finally gave way to pure lust and culminated in them having sex in
the hallway and then making love a second time in the spare room.
The reason for her
distress was that she had been dumped by her boyfriend, but the reason for the
sex and the love making was the fact they had fancied each other almost from
the first time they met.
A brief affair
followed that first evening of fulfilling lust but Eleanor called a halt to it
when she started dating a lad called Kevin and said
“Her boyfriend
wouldn’t like it”.
But one Saturday
morning when Greg was pottering about in the garage he was disturbed by a knock
at the door.
Amanda was in
Sunderland visiting her grandmother in hospital and wasn’t back until late on Sunday
so he was enjoying himself making a mess without being reminded of the fact
every thirty seconds.
He wiped his hands
as he passed through the kitchen and opened the door and when he did Eleanor Gallaher pushed past
him wearing the familiar knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt, and
she was muttering something under her breath and started pacing up and down in
the kitchen.
“What’s the matter?” he asked
But she just put a hand up in the “talk to the hand” gesture so he
said no more and put the kettle on.
Greg made two
drinks and picked one up and said as he headed out the door
“I’ll be in the
garage when you’re ready to talk”
It was about ten
minutes later when she appeared and shuffled in silently.
She had calmed down
a lot but Greg didn’t say anything, he would wait for her to speak first but in
the end it was Greg who broke the silence.
Eleanor was bending
over a box of books and was looking through them and as she did so the denim of
her dungarees stretched tight around her buttocks and he got the faintest
tingle down below.
Greg walked up behind her and as she stood
up from her perusal he slipped his hands inside her dungarees and aimed
straight for her breasts and past the point at which he would have expected to
have been thwarted until he had scooped the cups off her breasts and he was
feeling their exquisite form.
“I thought your
boyfriend wouldn’t like it?” he said as he squeezed her little tits and kissed
her neck.
“He’s not going to
get it” she replied and pushed her arse against the growing bulge in his jeans.
She turned her head
towards him and he leant in to kiss her, and as their tongues became engaged he
reluctantly released his grip on her breasts and slipped the braces of her
dungarees off her shoulders and they fell to the ground with a swish.
And then he slipped
his hands back inside her tee shirt and cupped her breasts again and teased her
sensitive nipples.
Eleanor showed no
sign of relinquishing his tongue so his right hand travelled south across her flat
belly to her well-groomed bush while she continued to rub the cheeks of her
pert arse against his bulge and managed to get a cheek either side of it so the
lump in his trousers was rubbing up and down her bum crack and she began
moaning in his mouth at first softly but growing louder as his finger left her
well-trimmed pubes and slipped into her lathery quim.
Minutes later she
could no longer sustain the marathon kiss and stood with her head back moaning
loudly with the application of his digits which creamed her till she came.
With her dungarees
around her ankles he lifted her off the ground leaving the denim and her flip
flops where they lay and carried her to the bench and bent her over it.
She was wearing the
big navy blue knickers of which he had often removed from her skinny arse and
grabbed the waistband with both hands and yanked them smartly downward.
His cock was fit to
burst through the denim of his jeans, if he hadn’t undone the zip, as he stared
at Eleanor bent over the bench resting on her elbows.
So he quickly
grabbed her hips and in one easy movement penetrated her, which was, judging by
her vocal response, very much to her satisfaction
She came up off her
elbows and had her palms against the garage wall to brace herself.
This left her
beautiful little tits swinging so he gratefully cupped them as he fucked her to a mutually satisfactory conclusion.
After they had redressed themselves he went
in the house and got a couple of cans of beer from the fridge while Eleanor
went to pee.
When she appeared he handed her a beer.
“So what made you change your mind?” he
asked
“I didn’t really” Eleanor replied “I broke up with Kevin”
“Why?” I asked
“He was playing
away” she said bitterly “all the while I was being faithful and not letting you
shag my brains out, he was shagging some slutty barmaid”
“I’m sorry,” he said sincerely
“I don’t know why
you’re sorry” she said, “You got what you wanted”
“So did you” he
corrected her
“Yes I did” she replied
and blushed
“But I don’t want
you to think this was just revenge sex”
“It’s alright I
don’t mind” Greg said
“That’s not what I
mean” Eleanor said
“I want us to become
a regular thing again, I was stupid to push you away”
“I see” he said
“I’m still looking
for Mr. Right but I want you as well”
She stood up and climbed
out of her dungarees and pulled her tee shirt off over her head and Eleanor
stood in his kitchen, her cute breasts hanging naked and unrestrained.
While wearing only her big navy blue knickers, which were more wet than dry, waiting for her second helping of cock.
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