Greg was
6ft tall, wiry build with short brown hair and he was born and raised in the
large sprawling village of Dulcet-on-Willow, beside the gentle shallow River Willow,
which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River
Brooke.
His parents
had retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house
was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, four years younger, who lived
and worked in Australia, and Alex, two years younger, who had the house to
himself the vast majority of the time.
Greg
himself only got back to the Village of Willow a handful of times each year,
although since he met fellow Willow native Jane Bloomfield when she was a guest
at his Hotel he had more reason to get home more often.
He loved
Willow and the village was very close to his heart and he always felt at peace
when he was home.
The
downside was that it was situated in the Finchbottom Vale, which nestled
comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and the rolling
Pepperstock Hills in the north, but however attractive it might have been, it
was featureless in many ways and that was a problem for Greg, and that is
perhaps why he was drawn to the scenic
Pepperstock Hills National Park.
His love
affair with the region began when, as a 12 year old boy, his Scout troop had
their Summer Camp at Oxley Ridge.
Following
his first adventurous fortnight he returned to the Park whenever he could and
after University he used his degree to get a job working in the Park, and after
five years, when he heard the owner of the Black Swan was retiring, he bought
him out.
But it was
his love affair with Jane that drew him back to Willow in November.
Greg
arrived in Willow just as it was getting dark and he found the house empty so
he quickly showered and changed and went in search of some company.
When he was
ready he got in the car and drove from Waterside Road into the Village proper
and parked in the High Street, in the space Mr and Mrs Bloomfield were just
vacating and walked towards the Bloomfield Pharmacy and he timed it perfectly
because as he got close to the shop he saw a familiar figure, 5ft 8, dark hair,
slim figure, skinny legs and disproportionally large breasts, it was Jane
closing up, she didn’t see him as she had her back to him, so he crept up
behind her and said
“Hello
gorgeous”
“Oh Greg”
she said flustered, “What are you doing here?”
But before
he had chance to answer she launched herself into his arms and kissed him.
The reason
she was surprised to see him was because he wasn’t due back to Willow until the
end of the month, the reason he was earlier was due to his having had a meeting
in Sharpinghead that was cancelled at the last minute.
But by the
urgency of her kissing he deduced that she wasn’t interested in the reason.
Jane
stopped kissing him and said
“Mum and
Dad have gone to see the fireworks in Mornington”
“I saw them
leaving as I pulled up” he explained
“And I’m
just closing up” she continued
“I’ll give
you a hand” he offered
“Thanks
Greg” she said smiling coyly
There were
only a couple of signs to go inside and when they were inside, he asked
“Is that
everything?”
“Not quite”
she said and pulled him forcefully inside and closed the door
“There’s no
one at home” he informed her,
“There’s no
one here either” she said and led him behind the counter and through the bead
curtain to the inner sanctum, which consisted of an office come sitting room,
with a desk and chair on one side, and two armchairs and a coffee table on the
other, and she immediately turned to face him and kissed him.
The moment
their lips touched she locked onto his mouth like a limpet and her arms gripped
him around the neck like a bear trap, it was a warm liquid kiss with hot
tongues of passion.
His hands
caressed up and down her skinny frame repeatedly searching the landscape before
both hands ended up on her tight little buttocks, then he maneuvered her
towards one of the armchairs and as he sat down he pulled her down with him,
Because she
was so tall her head was above his, kissing down into his mouth, her tongue
like a striking serpent in and out of it, lips still locked limpet like on his,
nostrils snorting in air.
Greg had
one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist which he slid
slowly up to her breast; she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as
he fondled her tittie through the fabric of her clothes and the bra beneath, it
was unusual for her to wear a bra when he was around, and the moment his palm
cupped her plump fruit their mouths disengaged briefly and she gave him a leery
smile before locking onto him again.
His hand
left her breast and went slowly down to her thigh and knowing what was coming she
wrapped her arms tightly around him and buried her face in his neck and her
body stiffened as his hand progressed along the inside of her thigh, with only
the 70 denier fabric of her black tights between him and the silky skin of her
inner thigh he knew so well, but he loved the feel of the fabric against his
palm which felt warm and welcoming in
its density.
As his hand
crept ever-higher Jane’s skinny thighs opened and closed in anticipation and
she moaned quietly as her buttocks squirmed on his lap, her breaths becoming
deep and erratic.
When he
reached Shangri-La he could feel the heat from her pussy and her breath was
rasping coarsely in his ear, becoming coarser still
as he
reached the heart of her fire, fingering her though the gusset of her tights,
the fabric slipping and sliding on her wet gash until her cream began to ooze
through the fabric, and she moaned loudly.
Suddenly
Jane leapt up and reached her hand up under her skirt and pulled her tights and
knickers down to the top of her boots, then she plopped back down on his lap
again, Jane looked at him, smiled coyly and kissed him before nuzzling his neck
again.
He moved
his hand to her naked knee and her body stiffened as his hand progressed up her
leg until it reached the top of her thigh and she squirmed on his lap and
murmured as his fingers reached the coarse hair of her Minge.
Jane moaned
softly as they explored her bush and when his digits descended into to the
abyss of her creamy cunny she let out a hoary growl as he fingered her hot syrupy
slit and stimulated her clit. “Ohhhhhh” she exclaimed, at the pleasure of his
touch and grabbed a cushion to bury her face in to stifle any further
exclamations, of which there would be many so he stopped stroking her gorgeous
wet pussy and took the cushion from her and discarded it and she looked
startled
“I want to
hear every sound you make Jane” he said and kissed her
“Every moan
and murmur”
Jane looked
at him and smiled as he resumed stroking her juicy cunny, and looked at her
face, delighting at every moan and grunt she made as each stoke of her clit
brought her closer and closer to orgasm, until finally she screamed out as she
came beneath his touch, so loud that even the cushion wouldn’t have suppressed
it,
Her thigh’s
closed on his hand at the point of climax, trapping his hand, but his fingers
were still between her lips and he stroked her clit again and again and her
thighs opened and closed on his hand,
then she screamed again and kissed him on the mouth, and then stood up and took his hand and almost dragged
him towards the stairs.
Greg paused
briefly as she reached the bottom of the stairs
“Are you
sure?” he asked knowing the answer, “we can go back to mine”
“Yes, yes,
yes” she said through gritted teeth and began pulling him to the stairs “Can’t
wait, can’t wait”
The problem
was with her tights and knickers sitting on top of her black boots, she found
it difficult to negotiate the stairs, so he picked her up in a fireman’s lift
and carried her up the stairs.
Once at the
top he continued on to her bedroom, which was incredibly untidy, with discarded
clothes and underwear scattered around, so he added to the mess and dropped her
on the bed, where he disposed of the boots, tights and knickers, before pulling
her to her feet.
At that
moment Jane's small hands reached up to unfasten the catch on her bra and his
hands reached up inside her sweater to replace the lacy cups and as his hands
groped her magnificent unfettered breasts and played with her hardening nipples
he kissed her neck, while she rubbed the lump in his trousers with her small
hands, so he started undoing his belt
and Jane stepped back and stood licking her lips as she watched.
“Everything
off” he told her and she complied immediately without a second thought and no
hint of hesitation and then she resumed her libidinous sentry duty.
He let his
trousers drop to the ground and then pulled his pants down to expose hid huge
swollen cock and she stared at it with her saucer eyes as she sat down on the
bed and he pulled on his shaft to expose his purple helmet they almost popped
out of her head.
“I’ve
missed you” Jane said
“I’ve
missed you too” he responded
“I was
talking to your cock” she said and chuckled
He quickly
removed the rest of his clothes and she eyed him up and down appraising what
she was about to receive.
“Are you
ready?” he asked, and she just nodded wide-eyed and open mouthed
So he leant
down and slipped his tongue into her mouth and as they kissed he picked her up
and threw her gently onto the middle of the bed and before she’d finished
bouncing he was there between her skinny legs and pausing for just a second to
push her skinny thighs further apart his cock was inside her, and she was
blissfully welcoming as he thrust into her wetness up to his balls.
Jane was
loving every stroke and she made no attempt to stifle or muffle the grateful
moans and screams as Greg raised his torso up so he could look at her gorgeous
body writhing beneath him.
Her head
thrashed from side to side, but this did not distract him from staring at her
taught body and gorgeous tits and she wriggled and writhed.
While he
watched her she watched him and when he raised himself up higher so he could
look down across her belly at her black bush, she lifted her head off the
pillow to watch his cock repeatedly penetrating her tight pussy, then she
looked at him and smiled so he mercilessly pumped on her faster and faster
until he couldn’t tell when one moan ended and the next began until she let out
one almighty scream as she came hard and then two more stokes and he release
his hot load into her.
As he was
dressing Greg watched as she redressed her lovely body in her white robe, and
the fullness of her titties were hard to disguise.
“When are
you going back to Springwater?” she asked
“Tomorrow
morning” he replied “after we’ve had breakfast”
When they
were back downstairs in the shop they had an affectionate farewell kiss and he
had another good grope of her tits.
“Stop it”
Jane said and gave him a playful slap and added “later”
They kissed
once more before he opened the door and she gave his sleeping beast a gentle
squeeze and said
“I want
dinner with that” she instructed, and he headed towards his car and he had only
gone about fifty yards when her parents pulled into an empty parking space
close to the shop.
“That was
close,” he said to himself
An hour later Jane arrived at Greg’s house where she was treated to a Chinese
takeaway and another portion of his cock.
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