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 on that first occasion 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 their 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”.
Subsequent visits and tales of woe followed some were truthful and
some were fabricated just because she was horny.
He wasn’t really too concerned whether it was a sympathy shag or pure
unadulterated lust as long as he got his end away.
Although they always
had sex on her visits to the house while Amanda was away, on whatever pretext,
that was after all her primary reason for going there, however when Amanda was
at home they always acted with complete indifference toward each other.
And there smoke screen
clearly worked as Amanda would always apologize to him for inviting her or
thank him for putting up with her.
However on one
particular occasion he found it difficult to maintain his unfeeling stance, in
fact he couldn’t keep his hand off her.
It was Amanda’s
birthday and they had a BBQ in the garden with around 30 guests, one of whom
was Eleanor.
As was her custom at
the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees, pale blue with a fine
white vertical pinstripe over a bright red cropped t-shirt and when he spied
through the side slit he noticed she was wearing big red knickers.
And it was the red
knickers which got his heart racing.
He stood for a moment
admiring her tidy little derriere, as she bent over the freezer and as she
stood up from her task he slipped his hands inside her dungarees and aimed
straight for her breasts, but alas she was too quick for him and she thwarted
his attack.
“Will you behave” she
said “Amanda will see”
“Amanda is pissed” he
replied
“Amanda is merry and
still sober enough to notice you groping her friend” she replied but smiled a
toothy smile.
About half an hour
later he was staring through the kitchen window watching his quarry as she bent
over picking up a black sack full of rubbish and her dungaree’s stretched tight
across her well-defined little buttocks so he slipped quietly into the room and
when he was right behind her he squeezed one tender cheek.
“Don’t you ever give
up?” She said and slapped him hard on the arm.
“Oh go on just one
more squeeze” he pleaded
“Honestly I don’t know
what’s gotten into you today”
“I know what I want to
get into you” he replied with a leer.
Ellie shook her head
and frowned as she left the kitchen and a moment later Amanda appeared from the
opposite direction.
“I wish you two could
learn to get on” she said
“I know love” he said
“I am trying to get on with her”
When the time came for
the birthday cake everyone was crowding around the birthday girl and Eleanor
was at the back of the group standing on tiptoe trying to get a better look
when Greg crept up behind her and put both hands inside her dungarees and went
straight up to her bra and began to unfasten it.
“Stop it” she said and
pushed him away.
But minutes later he
tried the very same move again
“Stop trying to undo
my bra” she whispered
“Well go and take it
off and then I won’t have to” he whispered back
Ellie stood and looked
at him for a second as the crowd moved back out into the garden and then she
slipped into the downstairs toilet.
Greg was sitting at
the kitchen table when Ellie returned and looked at him as she stood beside her
bag and took her bra from her dungarees pocket and let it dangle from her hand
momentarily before letting it drop into her bag, then she gave him a filthy
leer as she reached into her other pocket and then dangled her big red knickers
from her hand and dropped them on top of her bra.
“Are you two still
winding each other up” Amanda barked and went back outside.
“I’d better go” she
said
“And I think you had
better come with me” he said and took her hand and pulled her into the
downstairs loo
“What are you doing?”
she said
“What I’ve wanted to
do all day” he replied and kissed her
Greg was sitting on
the toilet with Ellie sitting on his knee, the front of her dungarees was in
her lap and he was playing with her tittie as she tongued his ear.
He left her erect
nipple and looked into her eyes as his hand drifted across her belly to her
luxuriant straw coloured curly bush.
Greg’s hand dallied in
there and she held her breath in anticipation of its progress and after a
moment his digit parted her lips and it was instantly immersed in her hot
creamy juice.
He frigged her until
he brought her to a face contorting climax and her thighs closed on his hand.
Ellie was panting in
his ear and she said
“I want more”
“Do you?”
“Oh God yes”
“Well if you get a
migraine then you can have it” he replied
He was sitting in the
kitchen again when Amanda walked unsteadily in and slurred
“I know you don’t like
her darling but could you please be a dear and take Eleanor home, she has
migraine”
“Of course” he replied
The journey wasn’t a
long one and Greg made it even shorter by driving especially fast as his horny
passenger was fingering her minge all the way there and the moment they got
through her front door she shed her dungarees and got on her hands and knees and
he did het on all fours in the hallway.
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