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 thirty-year-old Russ Deighton lived with his wife Beth.
They had a lovely home, good jobs, nice cars,
no children and two dogs, and they were very content.
That is until one Christmas when they had an
unexpected guest for a few days.
It was Beth’s twenty-two-year-old cousin Emily
Brock, she was staying for three days between Christmas and New Year.
The reason for her stay being that she had
plans to fly to Mexico with friends on New Year’s Eve, so just needed somewhere
to stay for a few days, as the rest of her party lived in the north of the
county.
Russ had met her once or twice, at weddings,
christenings and the like but hadn’t really conversed with her, so to him she
was a stranger and he really resented her being there.
This resentment
grew stronger after her arrival when she began flirting with him, and when that
didn’t work, she would bend over flashing him a glimpse of her
panties up her skirt, or when wearing
jeggings she would bend at the waist and
serve up a view of her pert round bum, and she would also wear clingy tops and
no bra.
However, the thing that made him most
resentful was the fact that he really wanted to fuck her.
Unfortunately, Beth had a migraine and had
taken to her bed.
Emily was very
chirpy when she returned with her purchases and was eager to show Beth what she
had bought.
“She’s in bed
with a migraine” he said
“Oh” she
exclaimed deflated,
Emily was
using the spare room which was right next to where Beth was sleeping so he said
“I’d rather you didn’t go upstairs”
“Oh ok” she
said “I was going to try my new things on”
“You can
use the downstairs bathroom” he suggested
“Ok” she
said meekly
Russ stood in the kitchen outside the toilet door and the thought of
her being in there was making him quite hard knowing Emily was only a few feet
away, undressing herself and changing into her holiday clothes and it had left
him with a bulge in his trousers.
When he heard the lock click, he felt an unexpected excitement which
added to his arousal and when it opened Emily was there wearing a black bikini
top and a pair of skimpy shorts and he lost control, and she gasped as he
pushed her backwards against the toilet wall.
There were no protestations just a little yelp when he yanked her bikini
top off her titties, he paused briefly to look at her cute little tits with
their rosebud nipples but did no more than look.
Instead, he looked up at Emily’s face, which was flushed, and was
biting her lip, then without breaking eye contact his hand invaded her shorts.
He relished the look of surprise and wide-eyed delight that crossed
her face as his hand caressed her freshly waxed fanny, and her eyes widening
further as his digit entered her crease.
He made no other contact with her, and effectively had her pinned
against the wall with one finger, and just kept staring at her face, enjoying
the pleasurable expressions as they manifested, as he took her slowly and
inexorably towards a knee trembling climax.
He would have liked to have fucked her there and then but that would have
been too risky, so instead he sat her on the toilet and put his cock in her
mouth and she sucked him off.
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