Winston Philips was a
27 year old English graduate who worked for the Shallowfield and Childean
Chronicle and for the last couple of weeks things had been quite quiet for him,
firstly because nothing of any interest happened in the Finchbottom Vale or
even the wider environs of Downshire for that matter during those two weeks.
The other reason life
was so quiet for him was that his 21 year old girlfriend Jemima, who had her
own special way of helping him pass the time with her insatiable appetite, had
gone away on holiday with her parents.
So he took himself
completely out of circulation for the two weeks which allowed him to catch up
with writing his book, a very dull history of the area, which made the time
drag even more.
At last the time came
to end his self-imposed exile from the world and went to the pub for a few
drinks and a chance to touch base with Jemima who he hadn’t seen since she got
back from Greece.
She was working all
weekend, because of the Shallowfield Beer Festival so he knew he wouldn’t see
her properly until Sunday evening when he could expect a proper Jemima hello.
While he was in the
bar she was able to grab a 20-minute break and they sat in a quiet corner of
the lounge where they could at least steal an occasional kiss, he even managed
to cop a feel of one of her choice titties, but alas she wouldn’t show him her
white bits, but as she was getting up to go back to work he did get his hand up
her skirt high enough to reach her pussy and snag one of her pubes before she
slapped him.
But it did give him a
taster and he was left with a philosophical outlook knowing there was lots more
for him to investigate and explore when he would get her bare arsed at his
house on Sunday night.
Although if truth be
told going by her normal practice when Sunday night came she would probably be
bare arsed when she got there.
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