The village of Brocklington
was on the River Brooke about six miles downstream from Sharping St Mary in the
Finchbottom Vale which was nestled comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean
Forest to the south and the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, those who
are lucky enough to live there think of it as the rose between two thorns.
The Vale was once a
great wetland that centuries earlier stretched from Mornington in the East to
Childean in the west and from Shallowfield in the south to Purplemere in the
north.
But over the many
centuries the vast majority had been drained for agriculture, a feat achieved
largely by the efforts of famous Mornington Mills, of which only three had
survived to the present day and even those were no longer functional and were
in various states of repair.
There were only three
small bodies of water left in the Vale now one in Mornington, one in Childean
and third of course was Purplemere.
One of the newest
inhabitants of Brocklington was a Purplemere native, Sean Coates, who had moved
to the village to live with his girlfriend Ruth, and they lived there very
happily for two years before disaster struck when their cottage was flooded,
and they had to move in with her parents, Bob and Simone, who lived in a big
house on the other side of the village.
This was not in itself
too onerous, they had a lovely spacious home and they had more than enough room
to accommodate them while the repairs were going on at the cottage, the problem
Sean had was with Simone.
He had always thought
her to be a very attractive woman, cultured, elegant, graceful, slim, slender
and always immaculately dressed, and he very much admired how a woman in her
late forties could still look so beautiful.
However, when they
were living under the same roof he saw her in a very different light, in her
own domestic environment she was more casual and even at times underdressed and
Sean had spied her in varying degrees of undress and had intimate glimpses of her
which had turned his admiration into lust.
It was appropriately,
or possible inappropriately, on the night of Mothering Sunday when his lustful
admiration came to a head.
Ruth had retired early
with a migraine, Simone was in the master bedroom watching TV, Bob was drinking
in his study and Sean had gone for a shower.
He selected the main
bathroom on the upstairs landing as Simone was known to walk around upstairs in
her nightdress and he was hoping that very much, that night would be one of
them.
When he was finished
he dried himself thoroughly and had just wrapped a towel around his naked lower
half when he heard her bedroom door open and while he waited for her to cross
the landing the anticipation had made him quite hard.
It wasn’t just the
anticipation of course, he had had several voyeuristic encounters with her in the
weeks he had lived there, but whether it was anticipation or a sensual
recollection it left a bulge in the front of his towel.
He was listening
intently to see if he could detect any movement and when he thought he could
hear her along the landing he opened the door and found he had timed it to
perfection as Simone was right there wearing a black one-piece teddie.
“Hello Simone” he said
wearing only a towel.
“Oh Sean” she responded,
and her eyes went straight to his bulge.
“I’m glad I bumped
into you,” he said
“Me too” she said and
before he had time to cast an appreciative eye over her silk clad figure, she
pushed him back in the bathroom and closed the door and locked it.
Once that was done she
quickly took the initiative and pulled down the front of her teddie and
uncovered her beautiful tits, before releasing his towel and roughly grasping his
cock.
This was a surprising
turn of events, she had decided to take full advantage of their meeting in a
way he hadn’t even dreamt of and he had no intention of preventing her.
So, he feasted his
eyes on her two beautiful breasts on full display, which she made no move to
cover up.
“So, what do you want
to do now?” he asked as she tugged on him before she let go of his erection
long enough to completely remove her silk teddie.
“Everything” she
replied and took hold of his cock again.
“Are you sure?” Sean
asked her
“Oh yes” she replied
and kissed him.
“Bob will wonder where
you are,” he said feebly but she ignored him and kissed him again, so he
couldn’t speak again.
The moment their lips
touched she locked onto his mouth like a limpet while she still had a
meaningful grip on his cock and then she hooked her other arm around his neck
in a vice like grip.
It was a warm liquid
kiss with hot tongues of passion as his hands caressed up and down her slender
frame repeatedly ending up on her round buttocks until she pushed him
backwards, so he had to sit down on the toilet.
Simone was above him,
kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his,
lips still locked limpet like, nostrils snorting in air.
His hands continued
their travels up and down her rear aspect, but he knew all the interesting
stuff was at the front of the property, so he steered her skinny frame until it
was in a position where he could sit her down on his lap.
At the moment her arse
made contact with his lap their mouths disengaged briefly, and she gave him a leery
smile and locked onto him again.
Sean now had one arm
around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist, which he slid slowly up
to cup her breast, and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he
fondled her breast.
Having fondled her
plump tit for a few minutes, which was nice, but he wanted more.
Wrapping her arms
around him, Simone stopped kissing him and buried her face in his neck, so he
stopped playing with her hardening nipple and moved his playful hand down
across her belly and her thighs sprang open as his fingers reached the tidy
triangle of hair.
They briefly dallied
on her prominent mound and then slipped into the abyss of her hot, creamy cunny
and she let out a little “Hmmm” of pleasure at his touch.
Her face was buried
deep in the crook of his neck to stifle any further exclamation, of which there
were many.
He stroked her
gorgeous wet pussy until she came; and her thigh’s closed on his hand at the
point of climax trapping his fingers between her lips.
But before he had time
to consider his next move Simone was up off his lap in a flash, and pausing
only to pick up her teddie, she climbed into the shower cubicle and bent over
on in front of him.
Her moist pink pussy
open like a clamshell before his lustful gaze and she turned and looked over
her shoulder at him wide-eyed and expectant.
Sean was sure she
would have smiled at him as well but the parts of her teddie that she wasn’t
biting on obscured her mouth.
Sean stood up and
approached her but because he was six feet six she was stooped over too low for
him to penetrate her immediately, so he reached his left hand across her soft
belly and gripped her right hip firmly.
She was breathing hard
through her nose in quick short snorts as he lifted her skinny frame off the
ground.
Bringing her inviting
pink pussy up to cock height and still gripping her tightly with his left arm he
used his right hand to hold his shaft and introduced his swollen cock to her
waiting cunny and she moaned though her gag as he penetrated her.
He continued to
support her weight with his left arm wrapped around her middle, but Simone
obviously felt insecure with her feet off the ground, so she planted them
firmly on the sill, this enabled her to scrabble her hands up the wall until
they grasped the shower head, and this gave her some purchase and enabled her
to thrust her juicy lips onto him.
Simone began moaning
uncontrollably as she pumped her pussy on him and her tits were jiggling with
an equal lack of control until he took them in hand.
She was pumping up and
down so fast that the shower head came away in her hand, but without breaking
rhythm she dropped it in the shower with a thump and grabbed the remaining
fitting instead.
Simone was truly
relishing her task as she pumped down on him again and again and with every
deep penetration she let out a grunt.
Sean could feel himself
on the threshold and he suspected that she was almost there too, as her head
was rolling wildly from side to side until she thrust down on his cock one more
time and let out a long-muffled moan as she went rigid and came hard as he
finished inside her.
They stayed in that
position for several minutes; him stood like an American quarter back preparing
to receive the ball and Simone squatting down on him.
Both of them were
breathing hard and sweating in the warm steamy air.
Simone was the first
to move as she pulled her gag from her mouth.
“God, I love Mother’s
Day” she panted.
“Me too” Sean said as he
pulled slowly out of her causing her to let out a long sigh of satisfaction.
They sat down for a
while, gathering themselves, then Simone put her black silk teddie back on, as he
watched libidinously while she redressed her lovely titties before he got wrapped
the towel around him again
They shared a soft and
affectionate farewell kiss before he opened the door and she slipped out.
He went in the
opposite direction and had a second shower in the en suite to wash the smell of
lust off him before he got into bed with Ruth.
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