As part of his
recuperation Mark Tams took an extended walk around his neighbourhood in
Purplemere and after about forty minutes he headed towards home.
He had been in and out
of hospital for the previous ten years following a bad car accident just after
his 15th birthday.
As he got close to
home he turned into farm cart lane which led past the back of St Agatha’s Church and that was when he met Annette Cook coming the other
way.
She was the verger at
St Agatha’s where her Uncle, Jim Huggett, was the vicar.
She had her strawberry
red hair tied up and hidden beneath a broad floppy hat.
She was wearing a
green summer dress and a pashmina around her shoulders.
Annette was looking at
her sandals as they were shuffling and scuffing down the lane and she almost
walked into him.
“Oh hello Mark” she
said when she looked up
He liked Annette, he
had got to know her during his years of recuperation, and she had been very
kind in providing assistance to his family, respite care, parochial support and
pastoral care.
They were similar
ages, and got on very well, but despite that in many ways they were chalk and
cheese.
Annette was a very
confident young woman, in fact she was ultra-confident and self-assured.
While he was shy,
socially awkward and riddled with self-doubt especially around the opposite
sex.
For ten years his only
contact with woman were nurses and doctors so he was completely inexperienced
in their regard.
She was also pretty
which made him even more conscious of his own inadequacies.
Although they had
become good friends, Annette was the driving force in their friendship,
She was bold and
bubbly and pushed him along which made him feel more confident, and she gave
him the daring to do things he would never have done alone.
And he would have been
perfectly happy living life on her coat tails because without her he would
founder.
He had absolutely no
idea how to move thing along however or even if she would want him to.
“Hi Annette” he responded
“So what have you been
up to?” she enquired
“Just walking” he
replied “What about you?”
“I’ve been to a BBQ at
aunt Sian’s” she answered, “I left early because I caught the sun a bit”
She lifted the
pashmina off her shoulder so he could see.
“Oooh” he said “is it
sore?”
“A little”
“Have you put
something on it?” he asked and Annette shook her head
“That’s going to burn
if you don’t,” he told her
“Well come to the
vicarage then and you can do it for me”
“Ok” he replied
cheerfully “You have the wrong complexion for sitting in the sun”
“I know”
“You need to be
careful with your lovely pale skin” he added and blushed when he realized he
had said it out loud.
They went inside the
house and she removed her floppy hat and said
“Make yourself at home
I’ll just get the after sun”
It was about ten
minutes later when she returned and the pashmina had gone and she had untied
her hair glorious red mane.
“Where would you like
me?” she asked
“In my arms” he
replied in his head, but out loud he said
“On a dining chair I
think”
Mark stood behind as
Annette sat on a chair and let the straps fall off her shoulders so he had
access to all the affected area.
The sunburn was
nowhere near as bad as it first looked but he didn’t tell her that because he
wanted to touch her, he longed to touch her, he just hoped he could prevent his
hands from shaking while he did it.
“This might hurt a
little, but let me know if you want me to stop” he said
“Ok” she answered
meekly.
Mark squirted some
cream on her back and began to gently rub in the lotion.
“How does that feel?”
he asked
“Oooh lovely” she
replied
After a few minutes he
realized that the front of her dress had gaped, as the straps slipped down her
upper arms and he could see her perfect white breasts and their pink
adornments.
He should have alerted
her to what he could see but he couldn’t speak all he could do was stare down
her dress as he rubbed in the lotion.
The only thought that
briefly crossed his mind was that he was sure he had noticed a bra strap
showing when they were out in the lane.
But the thought was
quickly dispelled because as he massaged the cream into her skin on her upper
chest Annette grabbed his wrists and thrust his hands inside her dress and his
hand began to massage her perfect tits.
“Oh lovely” she
uttered and threw back her head so she could look at him and said
“At last”
And Mark leant down
and kissed her hot mouth.
After a few moment
Annette suddenly leapt up and took hold of his hand and said
“Come to bed”
“No, what about the
vicar?” he retorted still holding her hand
“Come to bed” She
repeated as she pulled him to his feet “He won’t be back until late”
“But…” he began
“Shush I want you to take
me to bed”
“Ok,” he said meekly
“Come on then,” she
said forcefully “upstairs”
Annette led him by the
hand all the way upstairs and into her bedroom.
She walked to the
other side of the room and drew the curtains and then standing with her back to
him she quickly divested herself of her dress and scrambled under the covers.
From where she then
removed her pants and dropped them on the floor and then her eyes peered at him
over the top of the duvet as he did the same and then as he slipped under the
duvet she cuddled up close to him.
“I’ve never done this
before” she said
“What in the vicarage
you mean?”
“No, I’ve never done
“this” before” she said quietly “I’ve never done “it””
Annette suddenly
looked quite childlike and unsure, the complete opposite of her normal
demeanour, he assumed because she was so ultra-confident and self-assured that
she was experienced, in all the ways that he was not.
“Nor have I” he said
and laughed
“Really?” Annette said
“I’m so glad”
“You don’t mind?” Mark
asked
“No, it makes this
extra special” she replied “and you won’t notice how rubbish I am”
“Nor me” he remarked
“I think it will be
perfect” she whispered
“You’re perfect” he
responded and kissed her lips softly.
As the kiss continued
it grew in intensity and as their tongues entwined, and his hand, which had
been on her hip, slid down and was fondling her ample buttock and he explored
her curves for the first time and while his hand was occupied at her bum
Annette hand went straight to his cock.
After a minute of two
he rolled her gently onto her back and they stopped kissing and he looked down
on her in the half light and admired the body he had dreamt of enjoying so many
times.
Her breasts were
beautiful and surmounted by the dark rose pink nipples, which seemed to invite
him to suck on them, so he did, but gently.
Annette emitted a soft
melodic murmur of approval so he sucked on it some more.
Reluctantly he left
her erect swollen nipple, wet with his saliva and watched her serene face as
his hand drifted across her belly to her luxuriant curly red bush and as he
toyed with her curls she murmured softly and as his hand came to rest on her
mound she held her breath in anticipation of its progress.
Mark continued
watching her lying there with her eyes shut and her tongue periodically
moistening her lips and after a few moments his finger parted her labia and it
was instantly immersed in her hot creamy juice.
He looked down on her
again and she was biting her lip and her murmurs had become soft moans of
pleasure in response to his diligent fingering of her creamy quim.
She was beginning to
become more vociferous in response to his attention.
He didn’t know it at
the time, but she was on the brink of climax and she was frantic tugging on his
cock and then his fingers brought her to a face contorting climax and her
thighs closed on his hand.
Mark looked at her as
her face was still contorted with ecstasy and then she opened her eyes, looked
up at him and smiled.
He leant down and
kissed her and as their tongues explored each other’s mouths he caressed her
breast and he prepared to mount her.
As Mark carefully
positioned himself between her thighs he stopped kissing her and was looking
into her eyes as he clumsily entered her.
Annette sighed at the
instance of penetration and then closed her eyes as she leant her head back
into the pillow and sucked in air through her teeth as he continued caressing
her beautiful breast.
It quickly became
frenetic and breathless as the two of them were swept away in passions embrace
which was ultimately all to brief.
As they lay entwined
beneath her duvet in the afterglow they were feeling very pleased with
themselves.
Although they didn’t
know it at the time what they had just experience wouldn’t even make it to the
best one hundred.
But for their first
times they were very happy.
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