The New Year was just
around the corner for the inhabitants of Highfinch, which nestled on the edge of the
Pepperstock Hills where the Lily Green Hollows Golf Club separated the village
from the Hamlet of Lily Green, which made up the parish of St Martins Church
and between Lily Green and the sleepy
hamlet of Kingfisherbridge was where Peter Addison lived with his wife Pippa.
She worked at the Golf
Club as bar manager and although the Addison’s generally enjoyed New Year’s Eve
and they would have much preferred to have spent the evening together but as
there was a big do on that night, working at the club was a very good earner
and as manager she could easily earn four times what she would normally expect
on the night of a function, so she choose to work.
With her wages for the
night and her share of the tips she would earn enough to put a decent amount
towards the holiday they were planning.
For Peter’s part he
had New Year’s Eve off but he was working a double shift the next day caddying
for the well-heeled golfers.
So they had a meal
together and then he drove her to work kissed her and headed towards home.
Peter really loved
Pippa in fact he was very much in love with her and their sex life was
outstandingly good, but that alas wasn’t enough for him so he fished his phone
from his pocket and selected a number.
“Hi Daisy, do you want
to come out and play?”
Daisy was Pippa’s
cousin, who Peter to considered to have been endowed with the perfect trifecta
of qualities, a stellar body, low morals and an insatiable appetite.
So there was no way he
was going to be settling down to a quite evening on his own.
He couldn’t have a
drink because he was driving to the club to pick Pippa up in the early hours
but he didn’t need intoxicants when Daisy was in the house and he was in her
and he had enjoyed her tidy bod twice, once either side of Big Ben striking 12,
the second time draped over the back of the leather sofa.
It was one thirty on
New Year’s morning when he drove Daisy home after their wonderful New Year’s
Eve entertainments.
After kissing an
exhausted Daisy goodnight and dropping her outside her house he drove to the
Club to pick Pippa up from work and she was also exhausted but for totally
different reasons and she went straight to bed when they got home.
Peter decided to tidy
up in the lounge before he joined her and it’s a good job that he did, as the
back of the sofa was very sticky from Daisy’s secretions, and there were more
glasses in circulation than was to be reasonable expected for someone who spent
the evening alone and Daisy’s moist knickers were still on the floor.
Peter washed up the
glasses, took a damp cloth to Daisy’s sticky deposits and stuffed her panties
in his jacket pocket.
“New Year, Old me” he
mused before he joined Pippa in bed.
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