Twenty eight year old Paul Galasso had himself an older woman, a forty year old, recently divorced posh piece by the name of Antonia Tarling-Toley, who was not only ready willing and able she also had a huge house that backed onto the The Forest Ridge Golf Club in the village of Forest Dean situated equidistant between Shallowfield and Childean.
So the ease of access
to the house was almost as easy as it was to her.
The only snag was that
what had begun for him as a bit of fun with a fit older woman, and for her some
good energetic sex with a toy boy, had despite the age difference turned into
something else, as they had fallen in love.
On the rare occasions
that they managed to get to spend the night together they always made the most
of it but sometimes they had to create opportunities and sometimes they just
happened.
But at other times
life conspired to keep them apart, Illness, work commitments, family events and
on one occasion it was chicken pox and Antonia’s children both had them.
Paul Galasso had never
had the virus she he had to stay away but when the children were given the all
clear he still couldn’t get close to her because her aunt had pitched up and
stayed for two weeks.
He knew from an
earlier overheard conversation in the post office that the aunt had finally
gone home so he decided to pay her a visit but because the children were in the
house he left it until well after their bedtime.
He wasn’t expecting
any action, it had just been so long since he’d been able to see her and hold
her that he just wanted a kiss and a hug.
He took his usual
route passed the Vicarage and down the lane by the church, then he took the
path that crossed the golf course from where he traversed the course until he
reached the back of Antonia’s house and he could see that the downstairs lights
were still on.
Paul kept to the
shadows and made his way up to the house and looked through the window and he
could see Antonia was already in her nightclothes and as he watched her pad
around the kitchen he felt the tell-tale stirring down below, then he tapped on
the window.
She looked up
immediately and gave him a broad smile and opened the door
“What are you doing
here?” she said but before he had chance to reply she was kissing him.
“I wanted to see you”
he responded when she came up for air and they kissed again
“God I’ve missed you”
she said and hugged him tightly
“Me too”
“We can’t do anything
though” Antonia said “The children are here”
“That’s ok” he replied
“I just came for a hug”
“Good because I’m
going to have a bath and go to bed” she said
“Oooh that sounds nice
can I join you?”
“For which?” she asked
“Both” he replied
hopefully
“I thought you only
came for a hug” she asked suspiciously
“I did, but a bath
sound nice”
“No” she replied
“Oh go on” he begged “we’ve
never had a bath together”
“No” she repeated
“Go on you know you want to”
“Well it would be nice”
she mused
“Ok then but no funny
business”
“I promise”
As they lay stretched
out in the bath together, Antonia was lying back against his chest, she had
loosely tied her hair up to keep it out of the water and he kissed her neck and
looked down at her breasts which were under the water but her erect nipples
kept breaking the surface.
It was a very relaxing
bath and he was glad he had persuaded her to share it with her but he was
enjoying it a little too much.
“You can stop that
right away” she said suddenly
“Stop what?” he asked
“I can feel your “thing”
poking me”
“My thing?” he said
indignantly “You don’t call it a thing when it’s poking in you”
“That’s different” she
said and hugged his arm
“But we can’t be doing
that tonight”
And then she stood up
and he watched the water running over her glorious contours.
“I know, but it’s a
real shame” he said and caressed her buttock.
She got out the bath
first and then he followed and began drying each other
“Now I’m all clean,
you could get me dirty again” she said and kissed him.
He had been sitting on
the edge of the bath drying her legs but he dropped her towel and slipped his
hand between her legs and fingered her crack and he couldn’t believe that she
was creamily wet already
“We could do it if
we’re quiet” she purred
They sat on the edge
of the bed kissing and Antonia’s hand was on his cock.
“We must be quiet” she
whispered softly and turned away to crawl onto the bed and he grabbed her hips
and held her firmly as he plunged in between her moist pink lips.
“Oh yes do me like
that babe” she rasped and buried her face in the bedclothes.
Plunging his stiff
shaft between her eager lips brought muffled moans from beneath the covers.
He reached up and for
her wondrous ripe fruits hanging free and he greedily groped and squeezed them
while he repeatedly penetrated her hot cunny.
Antonia’s head
appeared briefly from its hiding place and gave him a smile as he cupped her
magnificent globes and then she continued to emit low rasping moans in response
to his penetrations so she buried her head again as he drove on until she went
rigid and Antonia let out a smug scream of satisfaction but the duvet absorbed
her scream and then they collapsed breathless on the bed.
“That was lovely” she
purred and kissed him “I love funny business”
“Me too” he agreed
“Stay the night with
me?” she asked and he replied with a kiss.
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