On the west side of Downshire is Eastchapel, a quiet medieval village living in the shadow of its noisy neighbour, the Industrial powerhouse of Northchapel and its where Mike Oliver and his fuck buddy local vet Sue Mazzone lived and on Boxing Day Mike had just settled down in front of the TV to watch some Boxing Day Sport when there was a knock on the door and when he opened it he found Sue standing there looking like a drowned rat.
Her hair was plastered to her face and her short waterproof coat just
served to divert the expelled water down to her leggings, which were soaked up
to the thighs.
“Come in” he said urgently
“What are you doing out in weather like this?”
“It wasn’t raining when I left home” she said
“Get your wet clothes off” he demanded “I’ll get you some towels”
When he
returned, he found her stood shivering by the fire in her knickers and T-shirt,
her pile of wet clothes on the floor beside her.
So, he
wrapped a bath sheet around her and picked up her clothes and hung them on the
dryer.
He picked up another towel and roughly dried her hair and left it damp
and tousled, then he sat on the sofa and began drying her legs and his hand was
between her legs and getting ever nearer her crack and he expected she was
creamy wet up there.
“I think I’m dry now” she said and giggled
“I don’t think you are” he said, and proceeded up her thigh until his
fingers invaded her knickers and she purred as he wet his fingertips
“You’re
supposed to be getting me dry” she moaned
“Then I
think you should go upstairs get out of those wet knickers and into my warm
bed” he suggested and in response she ran giggling upstairs to the bedroom
and when he joined her, he got her even wetter.
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