In the early hours of
Mothering Sunday morning I was violently shaken awake.
“You have to go,”
Pandora said
“What? When?” I said
“In about an hour” she
replied as she laced her fingers around my shaft.
“Now this is the kind
of early morning call I like,” I said as she tugged on my cock and tongued my
ear
Then in a trice
Pandora was above me and she was rubbing her sticky lips against my helmet
provocatively before she slowly slid down on me.
And then like a
whirlwind Pandora pumped her pussy on me again and again thrashing about like a
whirling dervish her tits bouncing wildly with each thrust.
And each one was
followed by a grunt
“Huh”
Thrust
“Huh”
Thrust
“Huh”
One after another as
she satisfied herself on my rod, all I could do was grab her arse and be
mesmerised by her jiggling jugs.
Then her pumping
action quickened
“Huh”
“Huh”
“Huh”
Until she came in a
rousing crescendo
“HUH”
And my pulsing cock
shot into her hot cunny. Then Pandora, panting hard collapsed on top of me, and
let out a low sigh of contentment
“Mmmmm”
“Another one for the
bank?” I asked
“Ohhhh yes” she
said smugly
Pandora had woken me
early in the morning so I could sneak out before the neighbours were up and
about; but she decided to wake me extra early so we could have a shag before I
left.
So on that dark Sunday
morning in March after a lingering goodbye kiss I walked home across the golf
course.
When I got back home,
the house was in darkness so I wandered off to the study and crawled onto the
sofa bed and went out like a light.
However I didn’t sleep
for long as I was woken by the district nurse at 7.45.
After she had left I
took Katy a cup of tea and she said I should go back to bed as Marion was going
to get her up for the day.
But annoyingly I
couldn’t go back to sleep so I got up again.
After showering and
dressing for the day I thought that as we had guests and as I was up so early
anyway I would set about preparing a roast dinner.
As we had company I
served dinner in the dining room, a rare treat as I had only used that room on
a handful of occasions since I’d lived in the house and as a matter of fact it
was the only room I hadn’t had sex in.
That would have to be
remedied.
Along with the roast
pork I even made Yorkshire puddings, which I normally have great success with
but on this occasion, much to my embarrassment and Katy’s amusement, they came
out more like Yorkshire biscuits.
Later when the nurse
came and asked her what she had eaten that day she delighted in stating “Roast
Pork and Yorkshire biscuits”
And then fell about
laughing.
It was lovely to see
her in such high spirits’ even if the joke was at my expense it was well worth
it.
It turned out to be
beautiful spring afternoon so after lunch Katy sat on the patio while I cleared
away the lunch things and Bob and Marion went out to explore the village.
When I put away the
last of the dishes I made a drink and went out to join Katy on the patio.
As I put her mug on
the table she took hold of my hand and said
“I know I’ve said it a
lot but, thank you Simon, You’ve made me so happy”
“It was worth it just
to see your face” I said and kissed her forehead.
As I sat down I added
“We just have to find
the other one to complete the coven”
“You are so cheeky”
she said and laughed
The warm spring
interlude continued for the next few days but as the week went on it proved to
be a false dawn and the cold weather returned and before the following weekend
was out so did the snow.
With Marion and Bob in
the house and the routine with the nurses running like clockwork I found myself
with a bit of time on my hands.
My first thought was
an away day with Claire but she was away at a conference all week so no joy
there.
So after speaking to
the girls and making sure they were comfortable with it I decided to pay some
attention to my day job, namely my writing.
First of all I waded
through the emails that had accumulated.
Most of them were of
no importance so they went into the bin, the rest comprised of a number from
Gay Gordon, gently reminding me that I hadn’t submitted anything lately.
Luckily before Katy
moved in I managed to get ahead of the curve and I held some in reserve for
just such a time, so I fired some off to him, which I hoped, would keep him
quiet for a week or two at least.
The other emails of
importance were both in reference to the same thing, i.e. Gerald Overend’s
stories.
There was a publisher
pressing me for a date when the written stories would be available and one from
the company that showed an interest in the sound recordings, there were of
course emails from my agent in regard to both of the a fore mentioned messages.
I emailed the
publisher and Lionel and told them the written stories would be available by
the end of the week, as it turned out I got them there a day early.
Luckily most of the
work was done so I just had to spend the next day and a half completing them
and then I couriered the first drafts to the publishers.
The sound recordings I
couldn’t do anything about until I had spoken with Tilly so I phoned Sound
Bites on Tuesday morning and asked to speak with her.
I was informed by
Gloria, the unhelpful receptionist, that she was not available, I was about to
leave a message for her to call me but instead I asked
“Is Tristan
available?”
It turned out that he
was as his was the next voice I heard
“Tristan speaking”
“Hi Tris, its Simon” I
said
“Hi Simon how are
things?” he asked
“Not bad” I replied
“Listen I’m trying to get hold of Tilly”
“She flew to the
states this morning” he told me
“Damn” I cursed
“Anything I can help
with?” I asked
“Well it’s about the
tapes” I said, “I’m getting chased for them”
“Well I’m pretty sure
they’re finished,” he said doubtfully “but I’ll get her to call you”
And we left it at
that.
It was Thursday before
she returned my call.
“Simon” she said
brightly “Sorry it’s taken so long to get back to you, but the time difference
really mess’s with my head”
“That’s ok” I lied
“Anyway all the
recording are complete, so we should meet to see where we go from here”
“Ok great” I said
“when”?
“Well I get back in
late Friday which means on Saturday I’m going to be a cabbage so how about
Sunday” she suggested “Lunch maybe, you me and Tristan”
“Ok great” I replied
“Get Tris to ring me with the details”
Marion was going to
stay in the UK for a couple more weeks at least but on Friday Bob flew back to
the states; I borrowed Geoff’s Passat and drove them to the airport while
Judith looked after Katy.
It was a bitterly cold
day but compared to Alaska Bob and Marion thought it was quite pleasant.
I dropped Bob at
departures and sat in the car with the engine running while they said their
goodbyes and we got back to the village mid-afternoon.
On Sunday I left
Marion looking after her sister and walked towards the station, it had just
started to snow, and I was late leaving.
But although I was
running behind my time I decided to call in at Mahajak’s on the way, just to
see how Shula was coping after the death of her husband and as I walked into
the shop I could distinctly hear giggling coming from behind the bead curtain
at the back of the shop.
I was met by a smiling
Maisie who said
“That’s loves young
dream”
“Ah” I exclaimed “no
need to ask if she’s bearing up then”
“She doing just find”
she answered and gave me a wink
“I’ll go and catch my
train then” I said, “see you later hon”
“Bye Simon” she
replied still smiling
Well that was a
relief, I was worried I had neglected her since Omid died but Alois had
obviously taken my advice about being a shoulder to cry on, he had obviously
extended that to be a lap for her to straddle as well
“Excellent” I said to
myself as I approached the station.
I had planned to meet
up with Tristan and Tilly in Kiddingstone at a restaurant called “The Pigs
Trotter” at half past twelve, I had left my house five minutes later than I
intended but for some unknown reason I arrived in Kiddingstone half an hour
early.
I stood outside the
station staring at my watch and scratching my head trying to figure out where I
had gone wrong.
It was snowing hard
and I was feeling the cold so I decide to have a beer at the nearest watering
hole, which happened to be “Old Bell Inn” known affectionately by the locals as
the “Old Bell End”.
As it was St Patrick’s
Day the pub was bedecked in Green bunting and the Irish flag was draped everywhere,
It wasn’t a proper
Irish pub despite the décor, the Guinness on tap and the Irish music.
I ordered a Guinness
and sat at the nearest table and smiled at the tableaux before me.
The music was good,
the only problem was they were playing a mixture of Irish rebel songs and
Orangemen marching tunes luckily there was no one in the pub Irish enough to be
offended.
It was just a bunch of
piss heads taking advantage of two for ones, any excuse to get pissed on cheap
booze.
I was halfway down my
pint when I spotted a familiar face.
She had long straight
brown hair and a rather plain, heavily freckled face, but lovely blue eyes, a
cute nose and a thin-lipped smile.
She was short with a
nice little figure, decked out for the occasion. The shabby tights that she was
wearing the last time we met had been replaced by a rather more superior
quality product in green which encased her shapely legs.
She also had on a
flared green dress and a green hat. In fact the only things she was wearing
that weren’t green were her tiny black shoes.
I watched her move
from table to table collecting empties and putting them on the bar.
She was an altogether
more confident lass that the shy little mouse I met on the Guildford train who,
slightly the worse for drink entertained me by displaying the full majesty of
her hairy Minge before her tiny hand and nimble fingers began frigging at her
fanny before my eyes.
I got a distinct boner
as I recalled that remarkable journey.
I had to take over
when she faltered and finished her off and creamed my jeans at the same time.
I continued to
appraise her as my cock bulged in my pants but I couldn’t get up and walk to
the bar and speak to her due to the obvious swelling, so I called out.
“Doreen? Doreen
Clarke?”
“Yes” she answered as
she turned towards me, and as recognition dawned on her face she went crimson
red
“Simon” she said and
walked over towards me.
“Hello” I said
“Hi Simon” she
responded still blushing
“You never did phone
me” I remarked
“I didn’t know what to
say,” she said in her coy mousy voice.
“”Hi Simon. Doreen
would like to play” would have sufficed” I said
“Ok” she replied,
“I’ve still got your number”
“Good” I said then I
looked at my watch “oh God! I have to go”
I drained my glass and
stood up; luckily the shock of now being late again instantly cooled my ardour
so I could stand with no embarrassment and towered over her diminutive figure.
“I might be back
later,” I said
“I finish at seven”
Doreen replied
“If I miss you call
me” I instructed
“Ok I will” she
replied
I reached “The Pigs
Trotter” at half past twelve on the dot only to find the other two were late,
they sauntered in fifteen minutes later.
“Sorry we’re late”
Tristan said, “my fault I’m afraid, my train was delayed”
It was a fruitful
meeting and an exceptionally nice meal.
We determined a plan
of action, as I couldn’t dedicate the necessary time to the project because of
Katy, I gave them carte blanche to deal directly with the distributer and they
would keep Lionel in the loop as well.
When we left the
restaurant we went back to Tills place and spent a relaxing afternoon.
About six o’clock I
decided to make a move, Tristan decided he couldn’t be bothered so was going to
spend the night at Tilly’s but I wanted to get back so I said my goodbyes and
headed to the station.
It was snowing heavily
and when I reached the station I found that no trains were running, I tried the
taxi rank but there were no cabs to be found.
I was about to go back
to Tilly’s when I remembered Doreen and walked to the “Old Bell Inn” instead.
I went to the
reception and managed to secure their last vacant room.
It was a few minutes
after seven when I was handed the key for room six and as the rather gruff
receptionist returned to the bar a small figure wrapped up against the cold,
came through the door from the noisy lounge bar and stopped dead when they
caught sight of me.
“Simon” she said, her
voice muffled by her scarf.
“Is that Doreen under
all that?” I asked
She didn’t speak she
just nodded.
“Where are you off
to?” I queried
“I’ve got to get
home,” she said
“There aren’t any
trains,” I told her
“What? To Guildford?”
she asked urgently
“To anywhere” I
replied
“And there are no
taxis either”
“Oh shit,” Doreen exclaimed
“I have to try” she
said, “I’d like to stay, but I have to try”
“Ok hon” I said “I’m
in 6 if you change your mind”
And she disappeared
out into the snowy night,
Resigned to the fact I
wasn’t going to get my end away I went into the bar and ordered a pint of
Guinness but it was all a bit loud and raucous so I took it up to my room.
At first glance it was
a bit small and dingy but on reflection I had been a bit spoilt with some of
the hotels I had frequented with Claire and Pandora so I chastised myself for
being such a snob.
I sat on the bed and
phoned home to tell Katy and Marion I was snowed in, in Kiddingstone.
Katy said she
suspected as much as the nurse was having to stay at the house, as she couldn’t
get out of the village.
That put my mind at
rest so I said goodnight and promised to be back as soon as possible the next
day.
When I hung up I sat
on the bed and switched on the TV and watched the end of one of the Rocky
movies, I’m not sure which, as I drank my beer.
After about an hour I
was convinced Doreen had somehow found a route home.
So I went into the
bathroom and had a pee then as it was cold in the room I decided to get
undressed and get into bed almost in time for the next film to start, this time
it was one of the Jaws franchise, again not sure which, it had a big fish in it
and involved a lot of splashing about.
Anyway I only lasted
about ten minutes and the long blinks set in which quickly led to sleep.
I was woken from my
slumber by a persistent tapping on the door.
I looked at my watch
and only twenty minutes had elapsed since I drifted off.
I got out of bed and
was just about to open the door when I remembered I was naked so I quickly
grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wrapped it around me sarong style.
I opened the door and
found the source of the tapping was Doreen, still wrapped up against the
weather with melting snow on her shoulders.
Only her eyes and nose
were visible between her woollen hat and matching scarf, and her eyes bore the
evidence of crying.
“Come in Honey” I said
and the moment the door closed she buried her cold face in my naked chest and
began to cry.
“I”
“Cant”
“Get”
“Home” she said
between sobs
Inside my head I said
“Well I did tell you
that”
But saying it out loud
would not have helped the situation so I just thought it and made sympathetic
noises instead.
“All the trains are
cancelled,” she said
“I know,” I thought
“And I couldn’t find a
cab”
“I told you that as
well,” I thought
“A friend offered to
drive me but we only got about a mile or so and then the road was closed, so we
came back”
After a few moments I
asked
“What’s at home that
you are so desperate to get home for?”
I was certain it
wasn’t a significant other, that wouldn’t fit with her performance on the train
and again in the disabled toilet at Guildford station.
“My mum” she answered
“For god’s sake” I
thought “you’re in your mid-twenties, you’re a big girl now”
Out loud I just said
“Oh?”
“She has dementia, and
I’m her carer”
Well did I feel bad
when I heard that.
“I had to try and get
home” Doreen said “but when I couldn’t I had to phone around and find someone
to check on her”
“And did you?” I asked
sympathetically
“Yes” she said with
relief “one of the neighbours offered to stay with her overnight”
Then we just stood in
the room for, I don’t know how long, her dressed in her outdoor clothes and me
in a towel.
Until the pattern of
her breathing changed and I felt the feather light kisses from her soft lips on
my chest which prompted the tell-tale tingle beneath my towel.
Her lips journeyed up
my chest until they reached mine and she kissed me, a long deep liquid kiss
with darting tongues, a quite electric kiss with just the right amount of
urgency.
I was just
contemplating getting inside her outdoor apparel when she broke away and jerked
the towel off me
She stood back giving
me an appraising look and bit her lip as she stared at my erection.
She flicked her eyes
up and made the briefest contact with mine enough to cause her to blush but not
enough to prevent her from returning her gaze to my swollen cock.
I sat down on the bed
and Doreen removed her outdoor clothes.
She sat on a chair and
removed her boots before returning to the middle of the room.
“Well don’t stop
there,” I said
“No you have to do it”
she replied
I stood up and stepped
towards her, her gaze still fixed unashamedly on my cock.
We kissed again but
this time her small hands busied themselves caressing my naked flesh.
Meanwhile I used one
hand and unzipped the back of her dress while the other one was on her shoulder
and instantly pulled the sleeve of her dress down her arm, Doreen obligingly
slipped her arm out, and as the fabric fell away I was able to see her small
breast encased behind pale green lace.
I repeated the
operation with the other sleeve and the dress fell away to the floor and Doreen
used her tiny feet to kick it away.
I glanced in the mirror
and could see the reflection of her rear aspect as she stood there in just her
underclothes and tights.
She had a tidy little
figure and a gorgeous little arse, which I quickly fondled.
Then my hands proceed
upwards and unhooked her bra. I didn’t wait to discard the garment first I just
moved my hand straight to the prize and cupped her tit she sighed and snorted
air in deeply through her nose as I toyed with her stiffening nipple.
Our mouths disengaged
briefly and she took the opportunity to wriggle free from her harness.
Still fondling her
breast we kissed again. But my cock was throbbing and there was a tell-tale
ache in my balls so reluctantly I released her pert tittie and instead slid my
hands down inside her tights and knickers to fondle the flesh of her plump
cheeks.
It took little effort
to roll her tights down her buttocks to the top of her thighs.
I picked her up and in
one fluid motion turned and threw her onto the bed, she gave a little scream as
she landed on the bed followed by a fruity chuckle when I grabbed her ankle and
began peeling her tights from her legs.
When she was naked I
gave her a thorough appraisal, every inch of her small freckled frame with the
pert tits and stiffened nipples and a flat stomach leading to her gloriously
hairy brunette bush.
I dropped to my knees
and began kissing my way up her thigh to that magnificent minge.
As enjoyable as our
shag at Guildford station had been last year she didn’t have the time for me to
do her full justice, and noshing her was not an option,
At the “Old Bell Inn”
on St Patricks Day however I had all the time in the world.
As I proceeded upward
along her thigh I could smell her pungent odour, a wonderful mix of femininity,
arousal and twelve hours since it was last showered, this heady fragrance
spurred me on, I looked up briefly and saw Doreen laying there with eyes closed
biting her lip and as she opened up wide for me I buried my face in her moist
minge.
Once I had satisfied
both Doreen and my animal appetite.
I began kissing my way
up her body, her primeval fragrance all around my mouth, I stopped when I
reached her breasts and sucked on her teats while I fingered her hot pussy with
two fingers, Doreen moaned deliciously as I frigged her and barked like a seal
as she came.
I raised my head from
my task to revel in her extraordinary exclamation.
Leaving her misshapen
nipples wet with my saliva. I put my hand behind her neck and lifted her head
up towards me so I could kiss her.
Despite my face still
being wet with her pungent juices she responded urgently to my kiss, her tongue
darting energetically in and out of my mouth.
Taking her by surprise
I pushed her onto her back again and she looked up at me wickedly.
I was still kneeling
on the floor and with her lying stretched out before be with one hand grasping
a handful of duvet and the other playing with her swollen nipple.
She spread her legs
wide and her juicy quim was at the perfect height to receive me.
She sucked in air
through her teeth as I penetrated her and her skinny legs wrapped around me.
“Ahhhhh” she exclaimed when I was all the way
in.
Doreen wriggled like a
fish on the riverbank as I repeatedly skewered her tight juicy fanny and it was
wetting my bally more and more with every stroke.
She came three times
in quick succession making the same delicious sound, like a mother panting
through a contraction.
“Shhh”
“Shhh”
“Shhh
Followed by a more
expressive
“Ohhhh”
I knew I couldn’t hold
off much longer as I pumped her pussy I was very close to that ecstatic moment
of conclusion
Doreen’s next big
orgasm would be the finale for us both.
I had a great rhythm
going and her skinny legs were still gripping me hard.
And as the strokes
shortened her exclamations changed to soft rhythmic pants
“Ooh”
“Ooh”
Until we reached that
perfect point of climax when we both came together and she screamed at the top
of her lungs.
“Ahhhhhh”
As I emptied my sac
into her grateful gash.
When I pulled out of
her quivering quim she let out a long soft sigh of satisfaction.
