It was in the early
nineties Eleanor Gallaher knocked on the door of number 35 Finchbottom Road, It
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, big toothy smile and long wavy straw
coloured hair and 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 said 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.
While he stood and comfort her without speaking when she said
“I’m sorry” and burying 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 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 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”.
There were however fairly regular relapses on Eleanor’s part when she
would turn up at the house often in tears or just angry after a spat with a
“Kevin” or whoever the latest Mr. Right was.
Greg would then comfort her or calm her down and then they would make
love.
However she only ever turned up when she knew Amanda would be out.
So it was no surprise to Greg on a Saturday morning when Amanda was
away at her Mothers that there was a knock at the door.
However at the time he was on the phone to his boss so he opened the
door and as expected it was Eleanor, it was obvious that she had been crying,
she walked in and gave him a look and bustled through to the lounge.
He was on the phone for about 40 minutes and when he went into the
lounge to find her face down on the sofa asleep.
Greg imagined she had probably been crying half the night and when she
reached his house and found him on the phone she had thrown herself on the sofa
and cried herself to sleep.
He knew by the sound
of her breathing that she was deeply asleep, they had slept together enough
times for him to recognize it.
He also knew that she
slept like the dead.
Greg knelt on the
floor beside her and pushed her straw coloured hair aside and kissed her neck when
he got no response and smiled to himself.
“I’ll just have to
wake you up another way” he said and un-fastened her dungarees, both straps and
the buttons on the sides and then he pulled the denim back panel all the way
down until he could see most of her navy blue knicker covered bottom which he
caressed gently, he’d always particularly liked her arse.
The front was a little
more problematic as she was lying on it, but she was a petite girl so although
it was slow progress it didn’t take too long before he had them down to her
thighs without her even moving.
Before he lifted her
legs for phase two he slipped her flip flops off and threw them behind him.
Once he had disposed
of her shoes he lifted her legs and completed the removal of her denim
dungarees and tossed them in the direction of her footwear.
“Lovely” he said as he
admired her small half naked form draped on the sofa.
He was also rather
pleased with his handiwork and quite impressed that she was still lying pretty
much exactly where she was when he found her completely undisturbed and in fact
she had even begun snoring.
Greg was getting quite
turned on and was undecided how to proceed but in the end decide to push her
T-shirt up her torso and gently caressed the skin of her back as if her were massaging
oil into her skin all the way from her rib cage down to her hips before he
unfastened her bra.
With her bra straps
out of the way Greg continued with his massaging until he had covered every in
of her before he made his move.
Because Ellie had just
fallen asleep were she came to rest on the sofa, she was laying with all her
weight on one side, which meant his hand could reach inside the displaced cup
of her bra and fondle her plump little breast and play with her rosebud nipple
and she let out a soft murmur as he touched her.
Eleanor murmured again
as he teased her nipple to erection and his touch was obviously fueling an
erotic dream, but she didn’t wake.
Having toyed and
teased her nipple to distraction he returned his attention to her torso and
massaged his way down to her hips again.
When his hands reached
the waistband of her big navy blue knickers he began pulling them off her tight
buttocks and once he lifted her legs up they descended very easily and he was
very soon pulling them off her ankles and throwing them onto the growing pile
of clothing.
Once he had her
knickers off he ran his hand up the length of her leg and massaged her tight
firm buttocks
before pushing her legs slightly apart and
slipped his fingertips into her moist crevice, and again she murmured in her
sleep because after his finger parted her lips like opening a pea pod it was
instantly immersed in her hot creaminess.
Eleanor wasn’t as vociferous
as usual with her facet buried in the sofa cushions and let out a series of low
muffled moans in her sleep but her lathery lips told him she was enjoying his
fingering.
Greg opened her thighs
wide so she was completely accessible to him and then he sipped her fresh pussy
juice from her lips.
She was at that
ecstatic point, that blissful neighbourhood between erotic dream and sensual
reality, where she was unsure if she was vividly dreaming of being pleasured or
was actually being tongued. Ellie squirmed as his tongue explored the petals of
her pussy flower and then she began to waken.
“I was dreaming about
you touching me” she gasped
“I thought I’d never
wake you” he said raising his head momentarily from her minge.
Minutes later he felt
her body go rigid and heard her moaning into a cushion.
As he straightened up
Eleanor clearly signaled what she wanted next as she swung her legs over the
edge of the sofa and knelt down on the floor and presented him with her round
white bottom, and more importantly her moist pink clam shell.
Greg grasped her
skinny hips firmly and pulled her onto him until he was deep inside her and
Ellie raised her head from the cushions to vocalize her endorsement.
And she continued with
her verbal endorsements right up to the point he brought her to her final
juddering climax and he shot.
“Oh Greg” she purred
“You always know how to cheer me up”
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