Mackenzie Bezley, Mack to his friends, was a successful physiotherapist in his early thirties who ran his private practice out of his Abbottsford bungalow, in Buckleberry Avenue.
He
was very fortunate to have the life he had, he was lucky enough to secure an
internship with Abbottsford Town football club straight after university, which
stood him up in good stead within the sporting community and he was able to
make a name for himself and set up in private practice, although he still did
one day a week at the Winston Churchill Hospital seeing NHS patients.
He
lived alone since his divorce two years earlier and most of the neighbouring
properties in his road were HMO’s full of students as they were only a mile and
a half from the university.
He
got on with most of them, there was the occasional noisy party, but he didn’t
mind that, he was young himself once.
Some
of them he knew better than others as he sometimes had to treat them
professionally.
One
such patient was chemistry student Tamara Faris, although she wasn’t a
neighbour at the time as she was only a first year and was living in Halls, he
was treating her following a shoulder injury, just for six sessions.
She
was still a fresher at the time, and he thought she was cute, in fact he
thought the petite strawberry blonde very cute, but there were lines he would
not cross.
Then
the following year she and her two friends India Philips and Marnie Mason took
up residence in the Bungalow next door.
The
three geeky girls had only been there for a few days when he and Tammy ran into
each other on the pavement.
“Hello
Mr Bezley,” she said brightly not thinking he would remember her “I’m your new
neighbour”
“It’s
Tammy, isn’t it?” he said “Lovely to see you again”
“Yes,
although as I’m nearly 20 I’ve decided to go by my more grown-up name of Tamara”
she said and giggled
“Well
you’ll always be Tammy to me” he said
He
saw her quite often after that as they were coming or going, she even popped in
for a coffee when she didn’t have lectures and he was between patients, and
they got on well together considering the decade or so age difference.
And
things would probably have carried on in much the same vein for the remainder
of the tenancy had it not been for the combination of an unseasonably warm May
and an aversion to climbing.
It
was Saturday on the Spring Bank Holiday Weekend, and he had just let his only
patient that weekend out the front door and was wiping down the treatment table
when Tammy appeared at the French doors after having entered his garden through
the back gate.
Her
shoulder length strawberry blonde hair was tied up and hidden beneath a floppy
straw hat, and she was wearing an emerald-green bikini, flip flops and was
carrying a plastic bottle and her phone.
“Is
it ok to come in?” she asked timidly
“Yes,
yes, my last patient of the weekend has just left” he replied
“Good
timing then” She said with a giggle
“Why
are you here?” he asked with a confused expression
“I
was hoping you’d put some factor 50 on for me” she replied holding up the
bottle
“No
I meant why are you here? I thought you were all going to the National Park for
the weekend”
“Yes,
we were, and the other two have gone”
“So
what happened, did you not fancy it?”
“Oh
yes I did, I love the Pepperstock Hills, but India and Marnie changed the plans
at the last minute because they wanted to do some climbing and I’m not very
good with heights, so I thought I’d give it a miss and have a lazy weekend in
the sun and catch up with some reading ” she explained
“Maybe
they just wanted to be alone for some lustful in “tent””
“What
do you mean?” she asked in surprise and completely missing his joke
“Well
they’re obviously into each other” he replied
“Really?”
she asked wide-eyed “Are you sure?”
“I
thought it was obvious” he said and shrugged
“I
can’t believe I’ve been that blind” she said and laughed
“But
why wouldn’t they just tell me?”
“I
suppose it makes it more exciting to have secret liaison’s” he responded and
took the bottle of sun cream from her hand
“Ok
jump up on the table, as long as it’s not too high for you up there?”
“Very
funny” she said with a chuckle, removed her hat, kicked off the flip flops from
her tiny feet and climbed onto his treatment table
“Right
lay down and I’ll get you creamed up” he instructed
“Ok….
I mean…. What?”
“Lay
down so you I can cream you up”
“That
sounds dirty” she said but lay down on her stomach anyway
“Yes,
it does” he agreed and laughed as he unhooked her bikini top and began applying
lotion “It’s just a Freudian slip”
“I
know what that means”
“Oh,
yes?”
“Yes,
Freudian slips are when you accidently say something that reveals unconscious desires, or subconscious thoughts” she
explained
“Very
good” he retorted in a slightly patronising tone
After
a few moments she suddenly looked over her shoulder at him and asked
“Do
you?”
“Do
I what?”
“Do
you have unconscious desires, or subconscious thoughts about it?”
“About
what?”
“Getting
girls creamed up?” She said and blushed, which was vivid on her lily-white
flesh
“Well
I’m a thirty-two-year-old man and we all have fantasies, so I’d be lying if I
said no”
“Oh”
she exclaimed
“Why
wouldn’t I” he mused “Fantasize about getting pretty girls… creamy”
“Pretty
girls like India and Marnie?”
“Yes,
they’re very pretty, sexy girls” he replied and after a few moments she asked
“What
about me?”
“Especially
you” he replied, and she gasped
Then
a moment later she whispered
“Do
you want to?”
“Do
I want to what?”
“You
know, get me… um… creamy?” she whispered
“That’s
a silly question” he responded
“Go
on then” she uttered and spread her skinny thighs
“You
can do it if you want”
“Are
you sure that’s what you want?” He asked as he put the bottle down
“Yes”
she gasped and then his right hand was on the inside of her thigh, and she
gasped again
He
took his time caressing the soft skin of her inner thigh as his hand made
progress towards his goal and her breath was becoming coarse and uneven.
As
he reached the top of her trembling thigh, he could feel her moist heat and
slipped his thumb beneath the emerald-green fabric of her bikini bottoms,
before in a single fluid movement he pulled the material aside to expose her
fleshy cheek and then his finger was between her lips
“Oh
Mack” Tammy exclaimed and let out a low moan of approval
“You’re
already quite creamy” he said
“Thats
because you were talking dirty” Tammy responded “And touched me sexily” she
added as her hands gripped the tabletop.
As
he rhythmically worked on her luscious wetness she responded appreciatively and
was beginning to wriggle and fidget so Mack slipped his left hand inside her bottoms
and gripped her fleshy cheek which clenched and unclenched
beneath his palm in response to what his other hand was doing between her
juicy lips.
As
things progressed Tammy adjusted her position, so her lower legs were over the
side of the table, and she hooked her heels behind the legs for purchase.
His
hand was still on her buttock which was still clenching and unclenching until
the point she reached one long and sustained clench as he made her cum.
Tammy
instantly relaxed and let out a series of sighs, the biggest when he removed
his digits from her creamy cunny.
“Well
no need to ask if you enjoyed that” he said but she could only murmur a
response.
It
was a hot day, so he left her sighing and went into the kitchen and took out
two bottles of water from the fridge and when he returned, he smiled when he
saw Tammy laying where he left her with her limbs hanging limply and with one
buttock still exposed and he knew what he was going to do next.
Mack
slapped her gently on her naked cheek and said
“Come
on sexy, rehydrate before part two”
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