His parents have
retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was
left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, two years younger, who lived and
worked in Australia, and Greg, two years older, who owned and ran a Hotel in
the Pepperstock Hills National Park, so Alex had the house to himself the vast
majority of the time.
He was 5ft 11, slim
build with curly brown hair and by profession an illustrator, children’s books
mainly, though not exclusively and he had the summer house converted into a
studio from where he can work in peace, free of distractions, the latter was
particularly important as he was very easily distracted, especially by women
and his distraction of choice normally came in the form of well covered
peasantry, on the ample side of buxom, and he rarely strayed from his sensual
menu, and he had no romantic attachments.
That is until the day
he had his first encounter with Clarissa St Claire, the girl next door, who
arrived at his front door, in a state of inebriation after one too many
birthday drinks.
At the time he didn’t
welcome the intrusion because she was not his normal fare and ticked none of
his boxes, he liked a mature cuddlesome peasant wench, and Clarissa St Claire
was anything but, she was only 18, if the number on the balloon was of any
significance.
However despite that,
a sexual encounter did take place between them in his lounge but it didn’t go
as far as she wanted it too, or as far as she planned for it to go, she wanted
him to take her virginity.
Which he declined to
do that night, though he agreed that he would when he thought she was ready,
and many other sexual interludes followed, until the day finally arrived when
she got what she wanted, and more because he took her cherry and her heart.
But after a long summer of lust, lovemaking and love the time came for
Clarissa to leave Willow for University, and by extension her boyfriend, but
she returned on a regular basis to see Alex and be seen to by him, though in
December he wasn’t the only reason for her return.
Clarissa had travelled
back the Willow by train, well three trains to be precise, because the roads
were so bad, and she didn’t like driving in the snow or ice.
She could have waited
and come back the next day when the roads were expected to be clear as the thaw
was setting in.
But she was flying to
Vermont with her parents the day after that, and she wanted to spend some
quality time with Alex before she left, what she meant by “quality time” was in
fact a good seeing to.
So, when she got home,
she dropped her bags and coat at her house before walking briskly next door to
find Alex.
However he wasn’t in
the house, because he had an important commission to complete, it was a series of book illustrations that had to be
delivered to the publishers before Christmas, so he was in his studio working
when she arrived at the house.
She had obviously
tried the front door and got no response so she walked round the back and she
was just crossing the patio when he spotted her, and he had never seen her
dressed in a more unattractive way, all the time he had known her.
She was wearing a
shapeless thigh length turtleneck sweater over thick black leggings, which were
tucked into equally thick socks and ankle boots.
She was clearly
dressed for practicality, he knew that, it was a very sensible outfit for the
conditions and travelling on public transport, but it was not sexy, and she
very definitely was, but despite her attire she still looked hot.
He could have opened
the studio door and shouted to her but for some reason he didn’t and instead
watched her open the French doors and go inside, and then he began packing away
his artist materials, and after a few minutes his phone rang.
“Hello!”
“Where are you?”
Clarissa asked, and he detected a hint of urgency in her tone which he
recognised from personal experience as horniness, so he replied
“I had to pop out, why
where are you?”
“I’m at yours” she
snapped “how long will you be?”
“Not long, I’m on my
way back now” he replied as he left the studio “Just amuse yourself until I get
there”
“How?”
“Well you could do
what I do when I’m on my own” he suggested as he started walking up to the
house
“What’s that?”
“I sit and reminisce”
Alex said
“What about?”
“Us” he said “I think
of all the times we’ve done it, all the places and all the positions”
“Really?” she asked
“Yes, like the time
you arrived at my house drunk holding a “Happy Birthday” balloon and demanded a birthday
kiss” he said “then you flopped down on my lap and kissed me”
“Oh yes our first kiss” she said wistfully “And then you touched me,
everywhere”
“But you wanted more” he pointed out as he stepped onto the patio
“And you wouldn’t give it to me” she snapped “but we did so many
things, while I was still a virgin”
“I particularly remember the first time I tasted you” Alex said
“Oh, wow yes, you made me come so hard my knees trembled and my fanny
farted”
“But you returned the favour when you were out of action because of
the cotton mouse” he said as he watched her through the window
“I did good” she said proudly
“And who could forget the day I made you look through the shrubbery
while I fingered you to orgasm with your parent’s siblings and grandparents
only a few yards away”
“My God that was so dirty... And so deliciously good” she admitted and
chuckled
“It was deliciously dirty” he said
“Then we had a long relaxing bath”
“And a 69 afterwards” she added as she leant back in the chair
“And the next day you took my cherry”
“After I had disrobed you from your expensive Carrington Chase
uniform” he corrected her
“You were such a perve wanting to have a schoolgirl” she said with a
chuckle
“But that wasn’t the only time you wore it for me was it?” he asked
“Because you wore it later when you came on to me”
“I know it made me feel sexy” she admitted
“Yes, you like to dress up don’t you” he observed
“The Gingerbread Girl, wearing your school hockey kit at Halloween,
and you in thermals”
“I know but I am spectacularly sexy” she said and then recounted every coupling they had ever
engaged in, every location, every position, every orgasm and aroused herself in
the process, as he looked through the French window he saw she had both hands
in her lap pressing her sweater between her legs and she squirmed perceptibly
in her seat as she recounted the history of their love making.
“I can still remember
vividly that time I told my parents about us and they forbad me to see you, but
I came round anyway” she continued
“And I got upset, and
you comforted me”
“Yes, I remember”
“Then you fingered me
through my tights until I screamed, God that was so dirty... And so good”
Clarissa paused as if she was rerunning the whole evening through her head.
“And you had me on the
sofa”
“And what about the time I caught you sitting cross legged on the
kitchen counter completely naked and fingering yourself” he recounted as he watched her hand moving on her lap.
“Yes, that was very
naughty” she gasped, “And very sexy”
“Yes, it was,” he
agreed
“What about when you
made me stop in that layby because you needed to pee, and you got back in the
car holding
your knickers and tights in your hand” he said as he opened the door “and we
did it in the back seat”
“I was so horny” she
said and glanced at him and realising where his gaze was, she blushed and
looked quickly away but continued with her recollections and put the phone down
so her hand could join its partner between her legs.
“The St Andrews day
dinner was nice” he mused
“God yes, watching
Greg’s face, and knowing that Jane was under the table sucking him off got me
very hot” she said and glanced in his
direction and yanked up her sweater with one hand and slid the other one
under her waistband and down the front of her leggings and inside her knickers.
“And you tugged hard
on my cock as you watched” he said
“And fingered myself”
she admitted “furiously”
Alex could see the
contours of her hand in its animated probing of her own pussy again as she
squirmed in the chair with her eyes shut.
“Tell me more,” he
suggested as he began loosening his belt.
“I was so horny, I dragged
you from the ballroom so you could fuck me” she purred “But I couldn’t wait to
go upstairs to our room, so we snuck into a linen cupboard, and you banged me
hard against the door”
“I remember waking up in your bed one morning with your parents across
the landing, and you insisted on being serviced before I snook out” he said as
he slipped his pants and trousers off
“It was so deliciously
naughty, and dangerous”
She said with her eyes
closed and her lips pursed as her fingering became more frenetic.
“And you kissing my
nonny while I was on the phone to Mira was very…” she paused briefly as she
came “sexy”
“Look whose here” he
said as he sat on an armchair with his erect cock on parade, Clarissa opened
her eyes and glanced across and did a kind of double take before she was out of
her seat and scrambling towards him.
Her hand was still
busy in her knickers as her mouth engulfed all of him.
“Oh…” he exclaimed
feebly as she sucked vigorously on his member while she fingered herself with
equal ferocity, and by the time she had wanked herself to orgasm his manhood
was wide-awake and she gave one gentle suck on his shaft before she release it.
Clarissa stood up and
as she turned her back on him, she wiped her slavering lips on her sweater
sleeve, then she pulled her leggings down to her knees.
“Big knickers?” he
exclaimed as he spied her arse clad in M&S passion killers
“They’re practical”
she said defensively “I can’t wear silk and lace all the time you know, and
it’s very chilly on public transport”
“They’re certainly
practical looking,” he said, “Why didn’t you wear your thermals?”
“They’re clean folded
and packed for the holiday” she explained “You’d only get them spunky again”
“So, can I get your
practical pants spunky?” he asked
“Shut up and pull them
down,” she ordered so he tugged her practical pants off over her plump shapely
buttocks and down her thighs.
His hand released her
knickers above her knees before they crept up Clarissa’s firm thighs, paused
briefly to appreciate her firm cheeks before they settled on her hips and
prepared to guide her backwards.
Clarissa’s hands
reached out for the arms of the chair and as she gripped them tightly her
knuckles whitened and she moaned quietly as her buttocks clenched and she
squirmed and wriggled her way down his shaft until her hot creamy cunny had
consumed all of him.
Alex’s hand then left
her hips and went up to find her tits which he was relieved to find were not
enclosed in a utilitarian or practical garment but encased within lace trimmed
satin cups quickly replaced by his eager hands.
Meanwhile Clarissa was
rising and falling on him exuding the most divine utterances on the downward
stroke as she creamed his balls with her exuding abundance.
Alex still fondled her
breasts as he enjoyed the ride and Clarissa did all the work and making
deliriously sensual sounds as she enjoyed him.
She increased the
tempo as she neared Shangri-La and he could feel the burning heat from her
pussy, her breaths became deeper and more erratic as her head rolled back and
forth until her panting rasping breaths crescendoed as she cried out in orgasm,
then as she rose and fell on him once more he came.
“Oh” she exclaimed and
then relaxed on top of him and sighed
“That felt good,” she
said giggling, “That’s one to remember for next time”
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