At the western end of
the Finchbottom Vale lays the small market town of Childean, and on modern
estate on the outskirts, in a nice modern house, in a quiet cul-de-sac is the
home of the Grant family and over the August Bank Holiday old family friend
Kelly Bakewell was a
guest.
Twenty-two-year-old
Stuart Grant was the only one of the Grant’s children who still lived at home
and on Sunday his parents were out all day, leaving him alone with Kelly.
As it was a sunny day
and their garden was a suntrap, Kelly had decided to sunbathe and when he went
downstairs, he saw Kelly standing on the patio wearing a two-piece swimsuit,
not a bikini per se as the bottom half weren’t briefs, they were more like
shorts, and Stuart knew very well why she was wearing them.
She wore shorts rather
than Bikini briefs because the latter would not have contained her luscious
hairy bush.
He knew that for a
fact because his hand had often dallied amongst the most spectacular thatch he
had ever seen, touched, or smelt.
He and Kelly had
enjoyed a very special summer enjoying each other, but she had ended it because
she was four years older than him.
But as he stared at
her while she stood with her back to him on the patio, he knew he still loved
her.
As he stepped up closer behind her he could see her shoulders were
shaking, and that was because she was crying.
“What’s wrong Kelly?” he asked, and she turned towards him, and the
floodgates opened.
It turned out that the tears were because she felt guilty, guilty for
ending it with him, and hurting him so much, and it was true that he was
devastated at the time.
“It’s not just guilt though” she admitted “I also realised when I saw
you again that I never stopped loving you”
The tears fell unabated, so they sat on the lawn, on the towel she had
prepared, and he consoled her while he waited for the tears to subside.
Then they lay on the towel and spooned, and she lay there silently in
his arms, but grasped his hand in hers and put it to her lips and kissed it and
then they drifted off to asleep in that blissful position.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d slept but when he awoke, he was surprised
and delighted to find Kelly was playing with his cock with one hand while the
other one was in her shorts fingering her pussy.
“Mmmmm” she sighed as he kissed her neck and his hand crept up under
her Bikini top and fondled her breast, she wasn’t enormously well endowed, but
her nipples were huge and stiff, and as fat as his little finger, the areolas
were incredibly sensitive, and she squirmed and fidgeted as he toyed.
Her fingers were still busily employed between her lips as his hand
moved down her belly to replace them with his own.
“Mmmmm” she acquiesced as his fingers crept closer and closer,
arriving first at the thick tangle of pubic hair, a brief pause and then they
were awash in her hot juice, slipping and sliding between her lips and he
thought her little fingers had not toiled in vain as by anyone’s standards her
pussy was incredibly wet.
Her other hand was still on his cock as her head craned back towards
him, so her animal moans filled the garden as he frigged her until she came,
hard.
Her other hand, with fingers still moist from her frigging, reached
between her legs and grabbed his cock from its partner and thrust it roughly up
the leg of her shorts and into her hot cunny.
Once he was well inside her she used one hand to brace herself so she
could thrust down onto his advance and when she was moaning through gritted
teeth, she went rigid and screamed.
“Mmmmm” Kelly murmured as she relaxed into his arms, and there they
lay, at peace in the afterglow, him still inside her, until they went to sleep
again.
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