(Part One)
Freya St David was a pretty nurse with strawberry coloured hair, and despite the fact that she was barely five feet tall, and looked like a breadth of wind might blow her away, she was very strong and full of self-confidence.
But it hadn’t always been that way when as a young girl she lived in the village of Tipton in the northern most part of the county.
Freya was twenty seven years old but looked much younger and she was a first class flirt.
But flirting was as far as she ever went until she found out that all the time she was being faithful to her boyfriend he was shagging her best friend.
From that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.
She was a district nurse by profession but on that particular day she was supplementing her income with some private work.
She worked through an agency and did a wide variety of roles, evenings and weekends, the only thing she refused to do was work at the Churchill Hospital where she worked out of, as she thought that was taking the piss.
Freya was on her way to a private house on the outskirts of the Village of Carrington.
It was a big Art Deco house built in the thirties, very elegant and very stylish.
But for its owner James Boazman it had become like a prison because even a gilded cage was still a cage.
He was a good looking man in his early forties slim an even elegant and he always smelt gorgeous.
The reason for his imprisonment was his wife’s illness.
Freya’s role in regard to Amanda Boazman was palliative care although she was very far along and barely conscious.
Freya was the night shift and apart from managing her medication she just had to sit with her.
It enabled her to nap quite a lot so as not to impact on her day job, she was fortunate in one respect that she had never slept for more than 6 hours a night in her life.
It was about three o’clock in the morning when Freya woke from a dose, she checked the patient and decided go and get herself a drink.
She crept quietly down the stairs so as not to disturb Mr Boazman.
Freya tip toed her way down until she was startled by a sound, she stopped and listened and then carried on.
As she approached his study she noticed a light under the door.
When she got closer she could see him seated at his desk.
“Hello Mr Boazman” said Freya
“Is everything alright?” he said startled
“Yes I was just getting a drink” she replied
“Are you ok?” she asked and entered the room and approached him.
“If you’re having trouble sleeping I can give you something” she said
“I’m fine really” he said
“I don’t think you are” Freya said and sat herself on the corner of his desk “So come on out with it”
He didn’t say anything immediately but Freya noticed he was staring at her legs, and then he realised she had noticed.
“Well I’m ashamed to say it but…. I’m bored”
He admitted
“I can’t go out and leave her but I can’t have people over here either”
“It’s not just that though is it?” she said as she noticed his eyes on her legs again.
“No” he agreed and proceeded to tell her the root of his problem which all boiled down to the fact that he was horny and he wasn’t getting any.
All his wealth and nobody was wetting his whistle.
This development was not expected and as she had awoken from her doze a little moist herself was not entirely unwelcome.
But whether a man too principled to pay a prostitute to come to the house and service him would be unscrupulous enough to shag his wife’s nurse was the big question.
She decided to put him to the test.
(Part Two)
As he had shown such an interest in her legs she would give him something more tantalizing to look at.
As she sat down her skirt had rucked up at the back and she knew it would not reposition its self.
She could see in her peripheral vision that there was a book on the far corner of the desk.
Freya stood up and in one fluid movement turned around and reached across the desk to retrieve the book.
This she managed to achieve with the bulk of her skirt still rucked up which meant Mr Boazman had a great view not only of her lovely legs but also most of her arse.
“So what are you reading?” she said in no hurry to return to the perpendicular.
He didn’t answer, so Freya thought he must have been digesting the view.
She threw a little glance over her shoulder and saw that he had wheeled his chair slightly to his left to give him a completely unhindered view of her display.
"Dickens" he said in answer to her question just as she was wondering quite how long she could stay in that position.
"Not long" was her conclusion just as she felt his hands on the back of her thighs.
His fingers were spread wide and his thumbs pointed upwards towards the prize as they moved slowly northwards.
"That’s nice" she said encouragingly and relinquished her hold of the book.
"It’s beautiful" he responded as his palms reached her fleshy cheeks.
Freya was bent over the desk with her full weight on her palms wondering if he would have the initiative to take advantage of the situation just as James relinquished his hold of her arse.
Freya thought the worse and feared his conscience had got the better of him.
But he had only ceased his fondling in order to raise the hem of her uniform halfway up her back.
He then ran his hands up to the waistband of her tights and yanked then smartly downwards in such a swift movement not unlike the magicians tablecloth trick and her knickers came down with them.
So with her knickers and tights safely around her knees Freya was assured to get something for her trouble but precisely what she was about to get she did not know.
Out of Freya’s line of sight James had undone his trousers and was sat in his chair with his erection in one hand while the other resumed its fondling of her buttocks briefly before nonchalantly slipping an inquisitive finger between her juicy lips almost like checking the oil level on your car and Freya let out an acquiescent moan in response.
And when his finger came out wet he positioned his chair as close up behind her as possible.
“Come on then" he commanded and with his powerful hands on her tiny hips he encouraged her towards him.
Freya who still had both hands on the desk pushed herself up and then with his guidance lowered herself onto him.
If he had been in any doubt up to that point that she was experienced she dispelled them instantly as she rose and fell on him, rising almost to the very tip of him and then all the way down.
Freya was experienced but this position was new to her, he grunted and moaned beneath her as she rode him and it felt wonderfully dirty.
Afterwards Freya reflected on the event and felt she had done a good turn, he would at least sleep well even if he would have a betrayal on his conscience.
Freya was well satisfied with what she had given and what she had received.
James was a passive partner but Freya thought that with a bank holiday weekend approaching when she was due to do three twelve hour shifts she would have time enough to cure him of that.
Thursday, 2 February 2017
Wednesday, 1 February 2017
Freya St David, 08 – Goddess of War
(Part One)
Freya St David was a pretty nurse, slender and pale with strawberry coloured hair and she stood barely five feet tall.
She was a district nurse and on that particular day her first call of the day was on the fifteen floor of a tower block called Gladstone court.
Thankfully the lift was working so she didn’t need to yomp up 15 flights of stairs.
Her patient that day was Ben Lewis, a sergeant in The Downshire Light Infantry who had been severely wounded by an IAD in Afghanistan and was a double amputee.
His left leg had gone below the knee and his right just above.
His wounds had all but healed but that wasn’t where his main problems lay.
Freya’s job was to manage his medication and massage what remained of his legs or more accurately his stumps but when she started visiting him Ben’s main problem was a near terminal case of self-pity and low self-esteem.
Twenty seven years old Freya looked much younger than her years and she was a first class flirt.
And for a long time flirting was as far as she went until she found out that all the time she was being faithful to her boyfriend he was shagging her best friend and from that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.
And it was such pleasures that restored Sergeant Lewis’s will to live.
On that day although her schedule was lighter than usual she wasn’t expecting a prolonged visit with Ben, as since her success at putting lead back in his pencil, the fiancé was back on the scene and benefiting from Freya’s good works.
As she walked along the landing a couple were just leaving the flat next door and as was her habit she smiled and said
“Good morning”
And genuinely expected the customary response of echoing the greeting but instead got something quite different.
“I’ll give you good morning you ginger slut” she bawled
“You keep your eyes off my husband”
Freya was not, despite her diminutive stature, averse to the idea or indeed the execution of launching the gobby bitch over the balcony but instead chose something that would enrage her even more.
She did think to say that if she wanted her husband she’d have him but thought that might be too inflammatory.
As she stood on the doorstep waiting for Mrs. Lewis to answer the door.
She gave the husband another smile, this was accompanied by a long languid appraising stare followed by a wink.
And the man’s wife launched into a tirade of abuse which was made worse by the fact Freya smiled at the woman as she was raging.
The poor husband had to physically restrain her and manhandle her towards the lifts.
The last thing she was expecting when she said good morning to them was to be verbally abused and warned off to stay away from her husband by her patient’s gobby neighbour
In truth Freya hadn’t really looked at her husband and when she did look him over after the event she didn’t think he was anything special, but her curiosity was aroused.
Just then Mrs Lewis opened the door.
“Hello dear” she said
“I see you’ve met the neighbours”
“Yes” Freya said still smiling “she’s a colourful character”
“Well her language is” Mrs L said and then added “He’s nice though”
(Part Two)
When she left the Lewis’s about forty minutes later she saw the gobshites husband walking back towards her.
Despite her smiley response to the initial assault Freya was actually quite hurt.
She’d never thought of herself as a slut, admitted she was not shy when it came to sex and the number of her sexual partners had grown of late but she didn’t see herself as slutty.
She was a bit angrier now the insults had sunk in and she was up for a fight so she braced herself.
“I’m sorry about earlier” he said completely disarming her. “My wife is very jealous and it makes her a bit crazy”
“Where is the pit-bull?” Freya asked
“At work” he replied
“Come in for a coffee, by way of an apology”
She was going to politely decline his offer but then she thought how mad the pit-bull would be if she knew she’d been alone in her flat with her husband, so instead she replied.
“That would be nice, thank you”
They sat in the kitchen and Freya was feeling very pleased with herself she didn’t really want to be there and he was as uninteresting to talk to as he was to look at but it gave her a buzz.
She looked at her watch and drained her cup and was about to leave when the phone rang.
“Excuse me” he said and went out to the hall to answer it.
Freya stood up and was about to put her coat on when she realised the conversation was getting a bit heated.
“No I wasn’t ogling her” he said and paused
“I didn’t notice”
“Was she?”
Freya was aware it was about her because the pit bull was shouting so loud.
She couldn’t make it all out but she recognised words like ginger whore, skinny slut, and bony bitch.
And that just made her mad again so she decided to get even, so she slipped off her coat.
After hanging up the phone he walked towards the kitchen door and prepared to apologise for his wife all over again but suddenly hesitated in the doorway as he caught sight of the skinny ginger slut sitting on the kitchen counter completely naked and fingering herself.
He stayed out of sight not because he didn’t want to embarrass her but because he didn’t want her to stop, so he did the ungentlemanly thing and watched her through the crack in the door.
Freya knew he was there and knew he was watching her and enjoying it and she wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he finally walked into the kitchen, nor did she stop what she was doing as he approached.
“My wife wouldn’t like this, she wouldn’t like it at all” he said walking up to her and kissing her full on the mouth.
“She’s not going to get it”
Freya responded still fingering her crack.
But with her free hand she unzipped his trousers and tugged his engorged organ out through the opening.
Which was no mean feat one handed because although he was ordinary looking and uninteresting to talk to he had a very interestingly large cock
“I know you were watching me” Freya said “How long were you there”?” she asked between kisses
“Long enough” he replied
“Oh yes it is” she purred still holding his cock and tugging it towards her waiting pussy.
When he was inside her she hooked her skinny legs behind his arse and locked her arms around his neck and let him fuck her hard on the kitchen counter.
As she rode the lift down to the ground floor she was smiling as she thought about the not unpleasant nor unsatisfying shag.
It was not the best despite the size of his tool, she had had but she was glad she had done him in the bitch’s kitchen just to spite his gobshite wife.
It lacked finesses or even much technique it was just primeval sex, on the whole she thought she would not repeat the experience and decided the pit-bull could keep him.
The pit-bull declared war on her but Freya was victorious.
Freya St David was a pretty nurse, slender and pale with strawberry coloured hair and she stood barely five feet tall.
She was a district nurse and on that particular day her first call of the day was on the fifteen floor of a tower block called Gladstone court.
Thankfully the lift was working so she didn’t need to yomp up 15 flights of stairs.
Her patient that day was Ben Lewis, a sergeant in The Downshire Light Infantry who had been severely wounded by an IAD in Afghanistan and was a double amputee.
His left leg had gone below the knee and his right just above.
His wounds had all but healed but that wasn’t where his main problems lay.
Freya’s job was to manage his medication and massage what remained of his legs or more accurately his stumps but when she started visiting him Ben’s main problem was a near terminal case of self-pity and low self-esteem.
Twenty seven years old Freya looked much younger than her years and she was a first class flirt.
And for a long time flirting was as far as she went until she found out that all the time she was being faithful to her boyfriend he was shagging her best friend and from that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.
And it was such pleasures that restored Sergeant Lewis’s will to live.
On that day although her schedule was lighter than usual she wasn’t expecting a prolonged visit with Ben, as since her success at putting lead back in his pencil, the fiancé was back on the scene and benefiting from Freya’s good works.
As she walked along the landing a couple were just leaving the flat next door and as was her habit she smiled and said
“Good morning”
And genuinely expected the customary response of echoing the greeting but instead got something quite different.
“I’ll give you good morning you ginger slut” she bawled
“You keep your eyes off my husband”
Freya was not, despite her diminutive stature, averse to the idea or indeed the execution of launching the gobby bitch over the balcony but instead chose something that would enrage her even more.
She did think to say that if she wanted her husband she’d have him but thought that might be too inflammatory.
As she stood on the doorstep waiting for Mrs. Lewis to answer the door.
She gave the husband another smile, this was accompanied by a long languid appraising stare followed by a wink.
And the man’s wife launched into a tirade of abuse which was made worse by the fact Freya smiled at the woman as she was raging.
The poor husband had to physically restrain her and manhandle her towards the lifts.
The last thing she was expecting when she said good morning to them was to be verbally abused and warned off to stay away from her husband by her patient’s gobby neighbour
In truth Freya hadn’t really looked at her husband and when she did look him over after the event she didn’t think he was anything special, but her curiosity was aroused.
Just then Mrs Lewis opened the door.
“Hello dear” she said
“I see you’ve met the neighbours”
“Yes” Freya said still smiling “she’s a colourful character”
“Well her language is” Mrs L said and then added “He’s nice though”
(Part Two)
When she left the Lewis’s about forty minutes later she saw the gobshites husband walking back towards her.
Despite her smiley response to the initial assault Freya was actually quite hurt.
She’d never thought of herself as a slut, admitted she was not shy when it came to sex and the number of her sexual partners had grown of late but she didn’t see herself as slutty.
She was a bit angrier now the insults had sunk in and she was up for a fight so she braced herself.
“I’m sorry about earlier” he said completely disarming her. “My wife is very jealous and it makes her a bit crazy”
“Where is the pit-bull?” Freya asked
“At work” he replied
“Come in for a coffee, by way of an apology”
She was going to politely decline his offer but then she thought how mad the pit-bull would be if she knew she’d been alone in her flat with her husband, so instead she replied.
“That would be nice, thank you”
They sat in the kitchen and Freya was feeling very pleased with herself she didn’t really want to be there and he was as uninteresting to talk to as he was to look at but it gave her a buzz.
She looked at her watch and drained her cup and was about to leave when the phone rang.
“Excuse me” he said and went out to the hall to answer it.
Freya stood up and was about to put her coat on when she realised the conversation was getting a bit heated.
“No I wasn’t ogling her” he said and paused
“I didn’t notice”
“Was she?”
Freya was aware it was about her because the pit bull was shouting so loud.
She couldn’t make it all out but she recognised words like ginger whore, skinny slut, and bony bitch.
And that just made her mad again so she decided to get even, so she slipped off her coat.
After hanging up the phone he walked towards the kitchen door and prepared to apologise for his wife all over again but suddenly hesitated in the doorway as he caught sight of the skinny ginger slut sitting on the kitchen counter completely naked and fingering herself.
He stayed out of sight not because he didn’t want to embarrass her but because he didn’t want her to stop, so he did the ungentlemanly thing and watched her through the crack in the door.
Freya knew he was there and knew he was watching her and enjoying it and she wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he finally walked into the kitchen, nor did she stop what she was doing as he approached.
“My wife wouldn’t like this, she wouldn’t like it at all” he said walking up to her and kissing her full on the mouth.
“She’s not going to get it”
Freya responded still fingering her crack.
But with her free hand she unzipped his trousers and tugged his engorged organ out through the opening.
Which was no mean feat one handed because although he was ordinary looking and uninteresting to talk to he had a very interestingly large cock
“I know you were watching me” Freya said “How long were you there”?” she asked between kisses
“Long enough” he replied
“Oh yes it is” she purred still holding his cock and tugging it towards her waiting pussy.
When he was inside her she hooked her skinny legs behind his arse and locked her arms around his neck and let him fuck her hard on the kitchen counter.
As she rode the lift down to the ground floor she was smiling as she thought about the not unpleasant nor unsatisfying shag.
It was not the best despite the size of his tool, she had had but she was glad she had done him in the bitch’s kitchen just to spite his gobshite wife.
It lacked finesses or even much technique it was just primeval sex, on the whole she thought she would not repeat the experience and decided the pit-bull could keep him.
The pit-bull declared war on her but Freya was victorious.
Tuesday, 31 January 2017
Freya St David, 07 – Goddess of Motherhood
(Part One)
For Mother’s Day Freya had bought a three day, all-inclusive spa break for her mum, plus one, at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel.
Because she knew her mum would never go to a place like that on her own.
But her mum insisted she wanted to go with Freya, so they could spend some quality time together doing girls stuff.
Well that wasn’t the kind of thing Freya had in mind, it wasn’t her kind of thing at all.
The new Freya wasn’t the rest and relaxation detox kind of girl.
She was more of a burning the candle at both ends toxing her socks off kind of girl.
So it was with some trepidation that she agreed to accompany her mum.
In order to get the best possible deal she had booked a midweek mini break, she was a nurse after all, so money didn’t grow on trees.
Pale skinned, strawberry blonde, Freya was five foot nothing and whippet thin and her mother was just an older version of her daughter.
When they arrived Freya was not in the best of spirits.
To her mind there were much more enjoyable ways of spending her days off than babysitting her mother.
As much as she loved her she wasn’t exactly the type of company she was interested in.
But she resolved to make the best of it and try to get her monies worth.
They were greeted in reception by a very attractive specimen of a man and her spirits rose.
He was over six feet tall, lean and muscular, very good looking and well groomed, he was manicured and pedicured, toned, tanned and smelt like a perfume counter.
Naturally Freya marked him down as gay.
"Good morning ladies" he said with the faintest hint of a French accent.
"Good morning" they replied
"We have a booking in the name of St David" Freya said
"Ah the St David sisters" he said
"You know very well we're not sisters you cheeky boy" Mrs St David said in a style something akin to a Carry on movie.
"You're not sisters?" he asked feigning surprise
"Mother and daughter" she said
"And which one are you Mademoiselle” he said and kissed her hand
"Cheeky" she said and blushed
Freya didn’t contribute to the converse but continued her appraisal of the man and concluded what a waste it was for him to play for the other side.
When the Oscar Wilde capers were over and done with they managed to get themselves checked in and it was while her mum was signing in that Freya caught him at the back doing some appraising of his own, of her and her mother,
"When you have settled into your room I will give you a tour of the facilities" he said "Shall we say on the terrace in 30 minutes?"
"That will be fine" Freya said
“Of course with your lovely pale skin you two will need to stay in the shadows” He said.
Freya smiled and her mum blushed at the compliment.
According to his name badge his name was Claude and he was very handsome and she thought things might well be looking up.
“You can check my skin anytime” Freya said
“I’ll bare that in mind” he said
“You’re a terrible flirt Frey” mum said
“I know” she said, although she wasn’t flirting she was advertising.
(Part Two)
During the first two days Freya and Joy had a great time using the facilities and enjoyed the full range of what was on offer, fitness classes, a gym, rock sauna, infra-red sauna, aroma steam room, ice fountain, drench showers, Jacuzzi, a Romanesque pool, Reflexology, facials, scalp massage, hand massage, Manicure and Pedicure you name it they had it.
But by the end of day two Freya was tenser than before she began because all the relaxing activities had left her as horny as hell.
After they had dinner together Joy went off to bed as she was exhausted and Freya went off to the Gym to try and relieve some of her sexual tension.
After an hour she realised it wasn’t working so she decided to have a swim before turning in.
While she was swimming Freya noticed she was not alone, and wondered what it was that brought them to pool.
She swam another two lengths and then got out but as she reached the entrance to the changing rooms her companion spoke.
“I see you’ve kept out of the sun” Claude said as he exited the pool.
“Yes” she replied “I always do as I’m told”
“Really?” Claude said
“So have you finished for the day?” she asked hopefully
“No” he replied “but I don’t have any clients at the moment”
“For what?” Freya asked
“Massage” he replied
“You can do me if you like” she offered hoping he would take it the right way.
“Ok” he agreed
He led her into a cubicle and said
“Lie down on the table while I warm the oil”
Freya let the towel fall from her shoulders and kicked it aside once it hit the floor.
Then she untied the halter behind her neck and brazenly let the front fall away exposing her small breasts with their pink nipples clearly aroused.
Freya completed her undress and stood before him, her white flesh flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.
But Claude’s eyes fell upon the shock of hair forming the delightful ginger triangle.
Eventually Freya climbed onto the table and lay face down on the towel Claude had prepared.
He applied the oil and began to rub it into her pale skin
“That feels nice” she said
“Only nice?” he asked “The hot oil and my light touch should be better than nice”
“Hmmm” she responded as he applied more pressure
“This is what I call a Relaxation massage” he said
“Hmmm” she responded again as he worked the muscles in her thighs.
“What’s that called?” she asked
“Tension release" Claude replied
Then he kneaded her plump little buttocks and slid his thumbs downward
“Oh god” Freya said “What’s that called”
“Labial massage” he assured her before his fingers parted her lips and she gasped
“Oooh I know what that’s called” she moaned
He pushed her legs slightly apart and slipped his fingertips into her moistness and Freya responded vociferously as she let out a series of low muffled moans as his fingers worked at her.
Then he pushed her thighs wide open until she was completely accessible to him and she squirmed in response to his touch.
She was so distracted by his attention that she didn’t notice him climb on the table.
Finally Claude grasped her hips firmly and said
“And this is called splitting the cicada”
And penetrated her.
“Oh yes” she said
When they had finished he climbed off her
“That was bloody marvelous” Freya panted
“You should advertise that on the website”
“No” Claude said “it will have to be our secret”
“In that case” Freya said rolling onto her back
“You’d better show me some more of your repertoire”
For Mother’s Day Freya had bought a three day, all-inclusive spa break for her mum, plus one, at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel.
Because she knew her mum would never go to a place like that on her own.
But her mum insisted she wanted to go with Freya, so they could spend some quality time together doing girls stuff.
Well that wasn’t the kind of thing Freya had in mind, it wasn’t her kind of thing at all.
The new Freya wasn’t the rest and relaxation detox kind of girl.
She was more of a burning the candle at both ends toxing her socks off kind of girl.
So it was with some trepidation that she agreed to accompany her mum.
In order to get the best possible deal she had booked a midweek mini break, she was a nurse after all, so money didn’t grow on trees.
Pale skinned, strawberry blonde, Freya was five foot nothing and whippet thin and her mother was just an older version of her daughter.
When they arrived Freya was not in the best of spirits.
To her mind there were much more enjoyable ways of spending her days off than babysitting her mother.
As much as she loved her she wasn’t exactly the type of company she was interested in.
But she resolved to make the best of it and try to get her monies worth.
They were greeted in reception by a very attractive specimen of a man and her spirits rose.
He was over six feet tall, lean and muscular, very good looking and well groomed, he was manicured and pedicured, toned, tanned and smelt like a perfume counter.
Naturally Freya marked him down as gay.
"Good morning ladies" he said with the faintest hint of a French accent.
"Good morning" they replied
"We have a booking in the name of St David" Freya said
"Ah the St David sisters" he said
"You know very well we're not sisters you cheeky boy" Mrs St David said in a style something akin to a Carry on movie.
"You're not sisters?" he asked feigning surprise
"Mother and daughter" she said
"And which one are you Mademoiselle” he said and kissed her hand
"Cheeky" she said and blushed
Freya didn’t contribute to the converse but continued her appraisal of the man and concluded what a waste it was for him to play for the other side.
When the Oscar Wilde capers were over and done with they managed to get themselves checked in and it was while her mum was signing in that Freya caught him at the back doing some appraising of his own, of her and her mother,
"When you have settled into your room I will give you a tour of the facilities" he said "Shall we say on the terrace in 30 minutes?"
"That will be fine" Freya said
“Of course with your lovely pale skin you two will need to stay in the shadows” He said.
Freya smiled and her mum blushed at the compliment.
According to his name badge his name was Claude and he was very handsome and she thought things might well be looking up.
“You can check my skin anytime” Freya said
“I’ll bare that in mind” he said
“You’re a terrible flirt Frey” mum said
“I know” she said, although she wasn’t flirting she was advertising.
(Part Two)
During the first two days Freya and Joy had a great time using the facilities and enjoyed the full range of what was on offer, fitness classes, a gym, rock sauna, infra-red sauna, aroma steam room, ice fountain, drench showers, Jacuzzi, a Romanesque pool, Reflexology, facials, scalp massage, hand massage, Manicure and Pedicure you name it they had it.
But by the end of day two Freya was tenser than before she began because all the relaxing activities had left her as horny as hell.
After they had dinner together Joy went off to bed as she was exhausted and Freya went off to the Gym to try and relieve some of her sexual tension.
After an hour she realised it wasn’t working so she decided to have a swim before turning in.
While she was swimming Freya noticed she was not alone, and wondered what it was that brought them to pool.
She swam another two lengths and then got out but as she reached the entrance to the changing rooms her companion spoke.
“I see you’ve kept out of the sun” Claude said as he exited the pool.
“Yes” she replied “I always do as I’m told”
“Really?” Claude said
“So have you finished for the day?” she asked hopefully
“No” he replied “but I don’t have any clients at the moment”
“For what?” Freya asked
“Massage” he replied
“You can do me if you like” she offered hoping he would take it the right way.
“Ok” he agreed
He led her into a cubicle and said
“Lie down on the table while I warm the oil”
Freya let the towel fall from her shoulders and kicked it aside once it hit the floor.
Then she untied the halter behind her neck and brazenly let the front fall away exposing her small breasts with their pink nipples clearly aroused.
Freya completed her undress and stood before him, her white flesh flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.
But Claude’s eyes fell upon the shock of hair forming the delightful ginger triangle.
Eventually Freya climbed onto the table and lay face down on the towel Claude had prepared.
He applied the oil and began to rub it into her pale skin
“That feels nice” she said
“Only nice?” he asked “The hot oil and my light touch should be better than nice”
“Hmmm” she responded as he applied more pressure
“This is what I call a Relaxation massage” he said
“Hmmm” she responded again as he worked the muscles in her thighs.
“What’s that called?” she asked
“Tension release" Claude replied
Then he kneaded her plump little buttocks and slid his thumbs downward
“Oh god” Freya said “What’s that called”
“Labial massage” he assured her before his fingers parted her lips and she gasped
“Oooh I know what that’s called” she moaned
He pushed her legs slightly apart and slipped his fingertips into her moistness and Freya responded vociferously as she let out a series of low muffled moans as his fingers worked at her.
Then he pushed her thighs wide open until she was completely accessible to him and she squirmed in response to his touch.
She was so distracted by his attention that she didn’t notice him climb on the table.
Finally Claude grasped her hips firmly and said
“And this is called splitting the cicada”
And penetrated her.
“Oh yes” she said
When they had finished he climbed off her
“That was bloody marvelous” Freya panted
“You should advertise that on the website”
“No” Claude said “it will have to be our secret”
“In that case” Freya said rolling onto her back
“You’d better show me some more of your repertoire”
Monday, 30 January 2017
Freya St David, 06 – Goddess of the Valkyries
(Part One)
Freya St David was a pretty nurse, slender and pale with strawberry coloured hair and stood barely five feet tall.
She was a district nurse and on that particular day her final call was on the fifteenth floor of a tower block called Gladstone court.
The lift wasn’t working again and so by the time she had climbed the stairs her pale skin was very flushed.
Freya was twenty seven years old but looked much younger and she was a first class flirt.
But flirting was as far as she went until she found out that all the time she was being faithful to her boyfriend he was shagging her best friend.
From that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.
Her patient that day was Ben Lewis, a sergeant in The Downshire Light Infantry.
He had been severely wounded by an IAD in Afghanistan his left leg had gone below the knee and his right just above.
His physical wounds had all but healed but that wasn’t where his problems lay.
Freya’s job was to manage his medication and massage what remained of his legs or more accurately his stumps.
Freya knocked on the door and a moment or so later Mrs Lewis, the patient’s mother answered the door.
“Hello dear” she said
“Hello Mrs Lewis” Freya said “How’s the patient today?”
“The same” she said blankly “I don’t know how to help him”
“Just be supportive” Freya said
“It’s hard though dear” she said putting on her coat and going to the foot of the stairs.
“Ben! The nurse is here” she shouted up the stairs “the pretty one with the strawberry hair”
Freya smiled and Mrs Lewis said
“You can go up when you’re ready, I need to do some shopping”
The Taliban may have been responsible for taking his legs but Bens other problems were of his own making.
It was no wonder his mother was so exasperated as his self-esteem had been blown away along with his legs in fact it was less than zero as he never ventured out of his room and he hid from the world.
He drove his fiancé Karen away because he thought she was only staying with him out of pity, which she wasn’t.
Freya walked up the stairs and found Ben lying on his bed with his eyes closed as if he’d fallen asleep in front of the TV and he never stirred even when Freya knocked on the door.
She knew he was awake, it was a game he played pretending to sleep and so as not having to engage in any kind of conversation.
“Hello Ben” she said but there was no response.
“So we’re playing that game again are we?” she said
“Very well if that’s what you want”
Having had to walk up 15 flights of stairs she was in no mood to take any shit.
She pulled back the covers roughly to expose his mutilations and she noticed his body tense.
As usual he was only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of army green boxer shorts.
She opened her bag and took out a tube of bio oil and began to massage it into the skin on his stumps and thighs.
She continued to chat to him all the while she was massaging him even though she got no response.
Well not verbally anyway, what she got in answer to her ministrations was a twitching in his boxers.
Freya had not elicited that reaction on previous visits as far as she could recollect, she had no idea why on that occasion the sergeants little soldier should decide to stir.
(Part Two)
Having managed through her massage to elicit an unanticipated erection Freya thought, for purely medicinal reasons only and for the welfare of the patient, she should take advantage of the unexpected arousal.
She continued her massage and allowed her fingers to go ever further along his thigh until finally her hand went all the way up the leg of his boxers and grasped the source of twitching.
Ben tensed again as she began tugging roughly on his shaft and by her ministrations she teased it to full erection.
Ben still lay with his eyes closed but the rising of his chest ant the sound of his breathing told her he was well and truly awake.
“Now I have your full attention” she said and released his cock and quickly yanked his boxers off and Freya got a good look at her handiwork.
Sergeant Lewis’s little soldiers was standing fully to attention.
Now Freya fully appreciated that to get him to that point was a major breakthrough.
But although she may have won a small victory she hadn’t won the war so not wishing to risk losing her advantage she put all her medical knowledge into practice and took his cock in her mouth.
At this point, so to speak, Ben vocalized for the first time though not in words but certainly in tones of acquiescence.
After a few minutes of her oral expertise Ben could keep silent no more and said
“Undress” he ordered
She released his organ and replied
“Yes sergeant”
Freya stood up and removed her uniform and revealed her small unfettered tits.
His eyes were fully open now and consumed every inch of her pale flesh.
She kicked off her little shoes and without ceremony divested herself of her black tights and pants.
Now the five foot nothing, whippet thin nymph with the lush ginger bush stood looking at the maimed soldier maintaining his erection as he looked lustfully at her.
“What now?” she said
“Come here” he said
“Why?” Freya asked
“Because I want you” Ben replied
“Ok serge” she said and through him a salute before climbing up on the bed.
Ben was admiring her body as she climbed on top of him.
And he gasped as she impaled herself on his waiting shaft.
He roughly grabbed the cheeks of her arse as she rode him and was mesmerized by her jiggling little titties as she was pumping on him and riding on him like a rodeo rider on a bucking bronco until he grunted through gritted teeth and she screamed out in orgasm.
Freya was feeling very pleased with herself.
a, because she had just had a very decent seeing to,
b, because she had got the sergeant to communicate, even if it was in the most primeval type of converse.
And c, because there was time enough to go again.
As she walked down the landing towards the stairs Freya thought that was a job well done.
Apart from her normal duties as district nurse Freya had taken it upon herself to make sure he regained his self-worth and succeeded.
She did think she would continue his course of treatment a while longer however.
When she reached the stairwell the lift opened and Mrs Lewis got out.
“Oh they’re working again” Freya said
“Yes dear, thank god” she said “How’s the boy?”
“You know, I think he’s perked up a bit” Freya said
“Oh I do hope so dear” she replied
Freya was the Norse Goddess of Sessrúmnir who took half those killed or wounded in battle, but Freya St David was a nurse and Instead of taking him to Valhalla she took him to paradise.
She was thankful that the lift was working again as she was feeling a bit leg weary.
And riding down in the lift she was even more flushed than when she yomped up 15 flights.
Freya St David was a pretty nurse, slender and pale with strawberry coloured hair and stood barely five feet tall.
She was a district nurse and on that particular day her final call was on the fifteenth floor of a tower block called Gladstone court.
The lift wasn’t working again and so by the time she had climbed the stairs her pale skin was very flushed.
Freya was twenty seven years old but looked much younger and she was a first class flirt.
But flirting was as far as she went until she found out that all the time she was being faithful to her boyfriend he was shagging her best friend.
From that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.
Her patient that day was Ben Lewis, a sergeant in The Downshire Light Infantry.
He had been severely wounded by an IAD in Afghanistan his left leg had gone below the knee and his right just above.
His physical wounds had all but healed but that wasn’t where his problems lay.
Freya’s job was to manage his medication and massage what remained of his legs or more accurately his stumps.
Freya knocked on the door and a moment or so later Mrs Lewis, the patient’s mother answered the door.
“Hello dear” she said
“Hello Mrs Lewis” Freya said “How’s the patient today?”
“The same” she said blankly “I don’t know how to help him”
“Just be supportive” Freya said
“It’s hard though dear” she said putting on her coat and going to the foot of the stairs.
“Ben! The nurse is here” she shouted up the stairs “the pretty one with the strawberry hair”
Freya smiled and Mrs Lewis said
“You can go up when you’re ready, I need to do some shopping”
The Taliban may have been responsible for taking his legs but Bens other problems were of his own making.
It was no wonder his mother was so exasperated as his self-esteem had been blown away along with his legs in fact it was less than zero as he never ventured out of his room and he hid from the world.
He drove his fiancé Karen away because he thought she was only staying with him out of pity, which she wasn’t.
Freya walked up the stairs and found Ben lying on his bed with his eyes closed as if he’d fallen asleep in front of the TV and he never stirred even when Freya knocked on the door.
She knew he was awake, it was a game he played pretending to sleep and so as not having to engage in any kind of conversation.
“Hello Ben” she said but there was no response.
“So we’re playing that game again are we?” she said
“Very well if that’s what you want”
Having had to walk up 15 flights of stairs she was in no mood to take any shit.
She pulled back the covers roughly to expose his mutilations and she noticed his body tense.
As usual he was only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of army green boxer shorts.
She opened her bag and took out a tube of bio oil and began to massage it into the skin on his stumps and thighs.
She continued to chat to him all the while she was massaging him even though she got no response.
Well not verbally anyway, what she got in answer to her ministrations was a twitching in his boxers.
Freya had not elicited that reaction on previous visits as far as she could recollect, she had no idea why on that occasion the sergeants little soldier should decide to stir.
(Part Two)
Having managed through her massage to elicit an unanticipated erection Freya thought, for purely medicinal reasons only and for the welfare of the patient, she should take advantage of the unexpected arousal.
She continued her massage and allowed her fingers to go ever further along his thigh until finally her hand went all the way up the leg of his boxers and grasped the source of twitching.
Ben tensed again as she began tugging roughly on his shaft and by her ministrations she teased it to full erection.
Ben still lay with his eyes closed but the rising of his chest ant the sound of his breathing told her he was well and truly awake.
“Now I have your full attention” she said and released his cock and quickly yanked his boxers off and Freya got a good look at her handiwork.
Sergeant Lewis’s little soldiers was standing fully to attention.
Now Freya fully appreciated that to get him to that point was a major breakthrough.
But although she may have won a small victory she hadn’t won the war so not wishing to risk losing her advantage she put all her medical knowledge into practice and took his cock in her mouth.
At this point, so to speak, Ben vocalized for the first time though not in words but certainly in tones of acquiescence.
After a few minutes of her oral expertise Ben could keep silent no more and said
“Undress” he ordered
She released his organ and replied
“Yes sergeant”
Freya stood up and removed her uniform and revealed her small unfettered tits.
His eyes were fully open now and consumed every inch of her pale flesh.
She kicked off her little shoes and without ceremony divested herself of her black tights and pants.
Now the five foot nothing, whippet thin nymph with the lush ginger bush stood looking at the maimed soldier maintaining his erection as he looked lustfully at her.
“What now?” she said
“Come here” he said
“Why?” Freya asked
“Because I want you” Ben replied
“Ok serge” she said and through him a salute before climbing up on the bed.
Ben was admiring her body as she climbed on top of him.
And he gasped as she impaled herself on his waiting shaft.
He roughly grabbed the cheeks of her arse as she rode him and was mesmerized by her jiggling little titties as she was pumping on him and riding on him like a rodeo rider on a bucking bronco until he grunted through gritted teeth and she screamed out in orgasm.
Freya was feeling very pleased with herself.
a, because she had just had a very decent seeing to,
b, because she had got the sergeant to communicate, even if it was in the most primeval type of converse.
And c, because there was time enough to go again.
As she walked down the landing towards the stairs Freya thought that was a job well done.
Apart from her normal duties as district nurse Freya had taken it upon herself to make sure he regained his self-worth and succeeded.
She did think she would continue his course of treatment a while longer however.
When she reached the stairwell the lift opened and Mrs Lewis got out.
“Oh they’re working again” Freya said
“Yes dear, thank god” she said “How’s the boy?”
“You know, I think he’s perked up a bit” Freya said
“Oh I do hope so dear” she replied
Freya was the Norse Goddess of Sessrúmnir who took half those killed or wounded in battle, but Freya St David was a nurse and Instead of taking him to Valhalla she took him to paradise.
She was thankful that the lift was working again as she was feeling a bit leg weary.
And riding down in the lift she was even more flushed than when she yomped up 15 flights.
Sunday, 29 January 2017
Freya St David, 05 – Goddess of the Folks Meadow
(Part One)
Freya St David was a pretty young girl with strawberry coloured hair.
She was barely five feet tall, slender and pale and was fast approaching her eighteenth birthday.
She was a fresh faced English rose and her skin was always flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.
Freya lived in the village of Tipton in the northern most part of the county and was off to university in September and she now knew precisely what she wanted to do when she graduated, nursing.
She didn’t know what area she wanted to do but she knew her career would be in nursing.
She had been rudderless for the last few months and had lost focus, distracted by sex and her need to explore.
But now she had a steady boyfriend again and he would do, for now.
There was just time for one more fling before she went away.
Sam Brotherton was the next door neighbour and Freya had had a crush on him since she was 12 years old.
He was the same age as her dad but in Freya eyes he was fit in every sense of the word.
It wasn’t unusual for young girls to have crushes on older men in fact it happens more often than not.
But most crushes didn’t come to any more than that, crushes.
And the likelihood was that Freya’s would go the same way as most of the others.
But during her sexual awakening when she began to scratch the itch of desire beneath the safety of her duvet he loomed large in her lustful thoughts.
Though since her liberation from fresh faced English rose virginity and her subsequent period of sexual experimentation she thought with her new found self-confidence she might try to take her crush a step further.
Since she had lost her cherry the summer before she had grown in confidence to the point she had developed the technique of flirting to great effect.
Freya knew by the way Sam looked at her that he fancied her too but she didn’t know if he would act on his desires as she planned to.
The omens were good and the timing was perfect, Freya was on the verge of leaving for university and the Brotherton’s had sold the house and were moving away so there would be no chance of any post coital embarrassment or awkwardness.
She took the chance one fine sunny day when he was home alone packing up the contents of his garden shed ready for the move and Freya’s parents were at work.
They even had a choice of venue, home or away, Freya smiled when she thought to herself that Sam would be playing away wherever they did it.
Freya was wearing a bikini, in fact it was the briefest one she owned and left nothing to the imagination the bottoms didn’t even cover her cheeks.
She entered quietly through the back gate and crept up behind him.
“Hello handsome Sam” she said cheekily and startled him
“Oh” he exclaimed “you made me jump”
“You look very busy” Freya said
“Yes, yes lots to do” he replied nervously as his eyes consumed her.
“It’s a shame having to work on such a lovely day” she said coyly
“I’m sure there are more fun things to do” she added as she stroked the hairs on his forearm
“Oh um er well erm, lots to do” he stammered “busy, busy, busy I’m afraid”
“What a pity” she said and turned away but she could feel his eyes staring at her luscious little cheeks.
Freya was a philosophical girl, she had tried it on with Sam and he had rebuffed her but she wouldn’t let that stop her, she had unfinished business with him now.
(Part Two)
It was still a glorious day as Sam Brotherton reached over the top of the gate and lifted the latch and quietly opened the gate.
He could see Freya immediately as he walked into the garden, she was on the deck lying on a sun lounger wearing her skimpy bikini.
She had her back to him and was lying on her side reading a magazine and he admired the curve from her hip to her waist a sensual sight even on a small frame.
Her strawberry blonde hair was tied back to reveal her freckled neck and shoulders.
Being so fair skinned she was lying in the shade as he walked up behind her and said
“Hi Frey”
She turned and looked over her shoulder.
“Hello Sam” she said without surprise “Did you change your mind”
He knelt down on the decking and said
“I’m taking a break”
Then he untied the string on her bikini top and slipped his hand beneath it and cupped her little breast.
“I knew you wanted me” she said and pushed her book away
“You know we shouldn’t” he said as he toyed with her stiffening nipple
“Stop then” she responded
“I can’t” he replied as his hand left her breast and journeyed across her belly until his fingers reached the fabric of her bottoms.
“Good” she responded and untied the string of her bottoms and then placed her hand on the back of his and encouraged it on its journey.
She released his hand and it proceeded into where her bikini had been brushing his finger through her lush ginger bush toward the prize.
“We shouldn’t” he said again but Freya parted her thighs and his fingers slipped into her creamy wetness
“Oh we should” Freya moaned softly
She was still lying on her side as he continued to frig her.
Freya was wriggling and squirming as he worked on her and it wasn’t long before he brought her to climax, as she approached she grabbed the hand that was fondling her breast and clamped it over her mouth and then she came.
After she unclamped his hand from her mouth she gasped out
“Oh Sam, I want you” and started to roll over on her back
“Stay as you are” he said and shuffled into position and in an instant he penetrated her.
"Oh that’s so good” Freya said encouragingly
"So good and so dirty" she added the second part because she thought that was what a man of his age would want to hear,
As he entered her repeatedly her white knuckled hand gripped the frame of the lounger as she received him.
As he shortened his stroke and increased tempo the lounger was skipping around on the deck, rattling and shaking until he grasped the frame also and then delivered the coup de grace.
When he withdrew from her Freya was left thinking “That was nice” but alas it was no more than that, it did not quell the fire and had not lived up to expectations in fact it left her in mind of her first time.
She rolled over on to her back to show off his tidy young body to him in all its glory and watched him put his cock away.
“That’s a pity” she thought still feeling a little unsatisfied.
Fortunately for her he returned after lunch.
Freya was lying on her back with her eyes closed as he approached
“I thought you might like to play some more” he said and as she opened her eyes he removed the towel he was wearing and exposed his already erect penis.
“Oh yes” she said
And this time she was thoroughly satisfied to the point of exhaustion and as she dosed naked on the chaise longue everything in the St David’s garden was lovely.
Freya St David was a pretty young girl with strawberry coloured hair.
She was barely five feet tall, slender and pale and was fast approaching her eighteenth birthday.
She was a fresh faced English rose and her skin was always flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.
Freya lived in the village of Tipton in the northern most part of the county and was off to university in September and she now knew precisely what she wanted to do when she graduated, nursing.
She didn’t know what area she wanted to do but she knew her career would be in nursing.
She had been rudderless for the last few months and had lost focus, distracted by sex and her need to explore.
But now she had a steady boyfriend again and he would do, for now.
There was just time for one more fling before she went away.
Sam Brotherton was the next door neighbour and Freya had had a crush on him since she was 12 years old.
He was the same age as her dad but in Freya eyes he was fit in every sense of the word.
It wasn’t unusual for young girls to have crushes on older men in fact it happens more often than not.
But most crushes didn’t come to any more than that, crushes.
And the likelihood was that Freya’s would go the same way as most of the others.
But during her sexual awakening when she began to scratch the itch of desire beneath the safety of her duvet he loomed large in her lustful thoughts.
Though since her liberation from fresh faced English rose virginity and her subsequent period of sexual experimentation she thought with her new found self-confidence she might try to take her crush a step further.
Since she had lost her cherry the summer before she had grown in confidence to the point she had developed the technique of flirting to great effect.
Freya knew by the way Sam looked at her that he fancied her too but she didn’t know if he would act on his desires as she planned to.
The omens were good and the timing was perfect, Freya was on the verge of leaving for university and the Brotherton’s had sold the house and were moving away so there would be no chance of any post coital embarrassment or awkwardness.
She took the chance one fine sunny day when he was home alone packing up the contents of his garden shed ready for the move and Freya’s parents were at work.
They even had a choice of venue, home or away, Freya smiled when she thought to herself that Sam would be playing away wherever they did it.
Freya was wearing a bikini, in fact it was the briefest one she owned and left nothing to the imagination the bottoms didn’t even cover her cheeks.
She entered quietly through the back gate and crept up behind him.
“Hello handsome Sam” she said cheekily and startled him
“Oh” he exclaimed “you made me jump”
“You look very busy” Freya said
“Yes, yes lots to do” he replied nervously as his eyes consumed her.
“It’s a shame having to work on such a lovely day” she said coyly
“I’m sure there are more fun things to do” she added as she stroked the hairs on his forearm
“Oh um er well erm, lots to do” he stammered “busy, busy, busy I’m afraid”
“What a pity” she said and turned away but she could feel his eyes staring at her luscious little cheeks.
Freya was a philosophical girl, she had tried it on with Sam and he had rebuffed her but she wouldn’t let that stop her, she had unfinished business with him now.
(Part Two)
It was still a glorious day as Sam Brotherton reached over the top of the gate and lifted the latch and quietly opened the gate.
He could see Freya immediately as he walked into the garden, she was on the deck lying on a sun lounger wearing her skimpy bikini.
She had her back to him and was lying on her side reading a magazine and he admired the curve from her hip to her waist a sensual sight even on a small frame.
Her strawberry blonde hair was tied back to reveal her freckled neck and shoulders.
Being so fair skinned she was lying in the shade as he walked up behind her and said
“Hi Frey”
She turned and looked over her shoulder.
“Hello Sam” she said without surprise “Did you change your mind”
He knelt down on the decking and said
“I’m taking a break”
Then he untied the string on her bikini top and slipped his hand beneath it and cupped her little breast.
“I knew you wanted me” she said and pushed her book away
“You know we shouldn’t” he said as he toyed with her stiffening nipple
“Stop then” she responded
“I can’t” he replied as his hand left her breast and journeyed across her belly until his fingers reached the fabric of her bottoms.
“Good” she responded and untied the string of her bottoms and then placed her hand on the back of his and encouraged it on its journey.
She released his hand and it proceeded into where her bikini had been brushing his finger through her lush ginger bush toward the prize.
“We shouldn’t” he said again but Freya parted her thighs and his fingers slipped into her creamy wetness
“Oh we should” Freya moaned softly
She was still lying on her side as he continued to frig her.
Freya was wriggling and squirming as he worked on her and it wasn’t long before he brought her to climax, as she approached she grabbed the hand that was fondling her breast and clamped it over her mouth and then she came.
After she unclamped his hand from her mouth she gasped out
“Oh Sam, I want you” and started to roll over on her back
“Stay as you are” he said and shuffled into position and in an instant he penetrated her.
"Oh that’s so good” Freya said encouragingly
"So good and so dirty" she added the second part because she thought that was what a man of his age would want to hear,
As he entered her repeatedly her white knuckled hand gripped the frame of the lounger as she received him.
As he shortened his stroke and increased tempo the lounger was skipping around on the deck, rattling and shaking until he grasped the frame also and then delivered the coup de grace.
When he withdrew from her Freya was left thinking “That was nice” but alas it was no more than that, it did not quell the fire and had not lived up to expectations in fact it left her in mind of her first time.
She rolled over on to her back to show off his tidy young body to him in all its glory and watched him put his cock away.
“That’s a pity” she thought still feeling a little unsatisfied.
Fortunately for her he returned after lunch.
Freya was lying on her back with her eyes closed as he approached
“I thought you might like to play some more” he said and as she opened her eyes he removed the towel he was wearing and exposed his already erect penis.
“Oh yes” she said
And this time she was thoroughly satisfied to the point of exhaustion and as she dosed naked on the chaise longue everything in the St David’s garden was lovely.
Saturday, 28 January 2017
Freya St David, 04 - Goddess of the Folksyang
(Part One)
Freya was normally a bit of a tomboy and most evenings she was generally in jeans and a t-shirt but on this particular evening she had a date so she wore a skimpy top and a little skirt.
He was four years older than she was and had a reputation in the village for only being after only one thing.
A reputation she was keen to explore as she had recently dumped her one and only boyfriend of 12 months.
Gary had been her first boyfriend and her only sexual partner and although she had loved him and the sex was nice.
But she was only 17 and didn’t want to settle for nice and she believed that Owen Green would give her what she wanted especially if the rumours about him were true.
So it was that Freya St David the five foot nothing, whippet thin and pale skinned strawberry blonde was waiting in the village by the entrance to Tipton country park.
She had only been stood there for three or four minute when she saw Owen coming her way, he was tall and muscular with bleached hair and a lantern jaw.
“Hello babe” he said
She didn’t like being called babe and she assumed he only used it so he didn’t have to remember names.
“Hi” she replied, he wasn’t really her type and she didn’t suppose for a moment it would be anything other than a first date.
They had nothing in common other than they were both hoping for a shag.
They were walking in the park on the way to the country club and Freya was struggling to converse with him, he seemed incapable of anything other than monosyllables but she was really horny and so she persevered.
It was when they were about hallway to the club when they heard a call
“Freya!”
She turned around and saw it was her friend Emma
“Oh shit” she said
“What’s the matter babe?” Owen asked
“It’s my friend Emma” Freya replied “if she tags along we’ll never get rid of her”
“Come on then” he said and grabbed her arm “let’s run for it”
“FREYA” Emma shouted as they ran off down the path, and then Emma ran after them.
“Down here” Freya said and took him down a path leading into Tipton woods but Emma was gaining on them.
They reached a small clearing with a large fallen oak
“Up here babe” he said and scrambled up onto the oak then he reached down and hoisted Freya up as if she was a bundle of matchwood.
Then he went up to the next bough and repeated the operation and then they were concealed beneath the foliage and in the safety of the shade by the time Emma arrived in the clearing.
Emma called Freya’s name a few times more and then she muttered something under her breath before she went back the way she came.
(Part Two)
After about five minutes they deemed it was safe to climb down.
Owen went first and swung down from the large bough effortlessly.
It was a little more problematic for Freya because she was so tiny.
“Slide down on your belly” he said
“What if I fall?” She asked thinking to herself that this was not what she had in mind for the evening.
“I’ll catch you babe” he said
As it was she chose to shuffle herself down the bough hugging it like a like a little ginger koala which she did to great effect.
But as she did so her skirt rode up the result of which for Owen was a perfect view of her pristine white pants.
Freya was oblivious to that fact, as well as the subsequent show she was putting on when her knickers rolled off her left buttock and between her quivering cheeks.
She wriggled down another foot or so until her semi exposed buttocks were illuminated by a shaft of golden evening sunlight.
Picking her out like a performer being hit by a follow spot.
“You’re doing great” Owen said as he stood with one leg either side of the bough so he could maximize the view
“Am I nearly there?” she asked
“Oh yes” he replied
Her toes were only about a foot above the main trunk when apart from large areas of her lovely arse being visible to Owens delight, wispy strands of curly hair became visible against her white pants.
“Hold it there” he said and she froze.
“What is it?” she asked with alarm
But Owen didn’t answer instead he kept his eye on the prize and slipped his fingers inside her.
“Oh.,,wen” was all she could manage as he started to frig her and she knew it wasn’t just a rumour about him being a dog when it came to women.
Freya gripped the bough tightly as he continued fingering her until he pulled the elastic of her knickers aside and the rumour mill was proved right and OH GOD that rumour was true too, she thought as he filled her.
And as he did so Freya filled the woods with moans of audible pleasure as he roughly did what the rumour mongers said of him until in mutual satisfaction they came.
When Owen pulled out of her he helped her down to terror firmer.
She leant back against the trunk of the fallen tree as her legs were a little wobbly.
Climbing trees may well not have been what she had in mind for that evening but Oh God the climb down most certainly was.
As they redressed Owen said
“Do you want to go for that drink now?”
“No need” she said after all the drink was just a prelude to sex, she’d had what she came out for and he wasn’t intelligent enough company to sit and talk to.
On the walk home she met Emma
“That wasn’t very nice” she said indignantly
“What wasn’t?” Freya said
“Running away like that” Emma said “I know you saw me”
“Sorry” Freya said
“Why did you do it then?” she asked
“We wanted to be alone” Freya replied
“What for?” she persisted
“Honestly Emma you are such an innocent” she said
“Why do you think a girl wants to be alone in the woods with a man?”
Emma just shrugged
“Sex” Freya said bluntly
“You had sex with him in the woods?” She asked shocked
Emma was the same age as Freya almost to the day yet they were years apart in every other respect.
Bless Freya thought she’s such an innocent.
Freya was normally a bit of a tomboy and most evenings she was generally in jeans and a t-shirt but on this particular evening she had a date so she wore a skimpy top and a little skirt.
He was four years older than she was and had a reputation in the village for only being after only one thing.
A reputation she was keen to explore as she had recently dumped her one and only boyfriend of 12 months.
Gary had been her first boyfriend and her only sexual partner and although she had loved him and the sex was nice.
But she was only 17 and didn’t want to settle for nice and she believed that Owen Green would give her what she wanted especially if the rumours about him were true.
So it was that Freya St David the five foot nothing, whippet thin and pale skinned strawberry blonde was waiting in the village by the entrance to Tipton country park.
She had only been stood there for three or four minute when she saw Owen coming her way, he was tall and muscular with bleached hair and a lantern jaw.
“Hello babe” he said
She didn’t like being called babe and she assumed he only used it so he didn’t have to remember names.
“Hi” she replied, he wasn’t really her type and she didn’t suppose for a moment it would be anything other than a first date.
They had nothing in common other than they were both hoping for a shag.
They were walking in the park on the way to the country club and Freya was struggling to converse with him, he seemed incapable of anything other than monosyllables but she was really horny and so she persevered.
It was when they were about hallway to the club when they heard a call
“Freya!”
She turned around and saw it was her friend Emma
“Oh shit” she said
“What’s the matter babe?” Owen asked
“It’s my friend Emma” Freya replied “if she tags along we’ll never get rid of her”
“Come on then” he said and grabbed her arm “let’s run for it”
“FREYA” Emma shouted as they ran off down the path, and then Emma ran after them.
“Down here” Freya said and took him down a path leading into Tipton woods but Emma was gaining on them.
They reached a small clearing with a large fallen oak
“Up here babe” he said and scrambled up onto the oak then he reached down and hoisted Freya up as if she was a bundle of matchwood.
Then he went up to the next bough and repeated the operation and then they were concealed beneath the foliage and in the safety of the shade by the time Emma arrived in the clearing.
Emma called Freya’s name a few times more and then she muttered something under her breath before she went back the way she came.
(Part Two)
After about five minutes they deemed it was safe to climb down.
Owen went first and swung down from the large bough effortlessly.
It was a little more problematic for Freya because she was so tiny.
“Slide down on your belly” he said
“What if I fall?” She asked thinking to herself that this was not what she had in mind for the evening.
“I’ll catch you babe” he said
As it was she chose to shuffle herself down the bough hugging it like a like a little ginger koala which she did to great effect.
But as she did so her skirt rode up the result of which for Owen was a perfect view of her pristine white pants.
Freya was oblivious to that fact, as well as the subsequent show she was putting on when her knickers rolled off her left buttock and between her quivering cheeks.
She wriggled down another foot or so until her semi exposed buttocks were illuminated by a shaft of golden evening sunlight.
Picking her out like a performer being hit by a follow spot.
“You’re doing great” Owen said as he stood with one leg either side of the bough so he could maximize the view
“Am I nearly there?” she asked
“Oh yes” he replied
Her toes were only about a foot above the main trunk when apart from large areas of her lovely arse being visible to Owens delight, wispy strands of curly hair became visible against her white pants.
“Hold it there” he said and she froze.
“What is it?” she asked with alarm
But Owen didn’t answer instead he kept his eye on the prize and slipped his fingers inside her.
“Oh.,,wen” was all she could manage as he started to frig her and she knew it wasn’t just a rumour about him being a dog when it came to women.
Freya gripped the bough tightly as he continued fingering her until he pulled the elastic of her knickers aside and the rumour mill was proved right and OH GOD that rumour was true too, she thought as he filled her.
And as he did so Freya filled the woods with moans of audible pleasure as he roughly did what the rumour mongers said of him until in mutual satisfaction they came.
When Owen pulled out of her he helped her down to terror firmer.
She leant back against the trunk of the fallen tree as her legs were a little wobbly.
Climbing trees may well not have been what she had in mind for that evening but Oh God the climb down most certainly was.
As they redressed Owen said
“Do you want to go for that drink now?”
“No need” she said after all the drink was just a prelude to sex, she’d had what she came out for and he wasn’t intelligent enough company to sit and talk to.
On the walk home she met Emma
“That wasn’t very nice” she said indignantly
“What wasn’t?” Freya said
“Running away like that” Emma said “I know you saw me”
“Sorry” Freya said
“Why did you do it then?” she asked
“We wanted to be alone” Freya replied
“What for?” she persisted
“Honestly Emma you are such an innocent” she said
“Why do you think a girl wants to be alone in the woods with a man?”
Emma just shrugged
“Sex” Freya said bluntly
“You had sex with him in the woods?” She asked shocked
Emma was the same age as Freya almost to the day yet they were years apart in every other respect.
Bless Freya thought she’s such an innocent.
Friday, 27 January 2017
Freya St David, 03 - Goddess of Flowers
Freya St David was a pretty nurse with strawberry coloured hair, and despite the fact that she was barely five feet tall, and looked like a breadth of wind might blow her away, she was very strong and full of self-confidence.
But it hadn’t always been that way, when she was a young girl she lived in the village of Tipton in the northern most part of the county and she was as timid as little bird.
The sixteen year old Freya was slender and pale and even smaller than the woman she would become.
The young Freya was every bit as pretty as her 27 year old counterpart but was completely unaware of it and as a result she lacked any self-confidence and was painfully shy.
In addition the sweet sixteen version was completely incapable of flirting.
So there she was sweet sixteen and never been kissed and she had lost her heart.
The recipient of her affections was Gary who she had had a crush on and had fancied him since Easter.
Tipton was a village full of posh houses and posh people who all knew each other’s business.
Gary’s family were new to Tipton and they had met for the first time at the Easter church service.
But despite the fact that they seemed to hit it off he never appeared to show any interest and she had begun to think he might be gay.
It was a beautiful June day and Freya was approaching the end of old farm lane, which led to the back of her house, when she saw Gary coming the other way.
She had her strawberry red hair tied up, which was mostly hidden beneath a broad brimmed floppy hat.
She was wearing a flowery green dress and clutching a garishly patterned bag to her middle.
Freya stared down at her flip flops as she was shuffling and scuffing along.
She threw the odd glance at him in his baggy t-shirt and knee length shorts and found herself getting redder and redder the closer they got to each other.
The grown up Freya was ultra-confident, self-assured, and pretty and she knew it.
While sweet sixteen Freya was shy, socially awkward and full of self-doubt, still pretty but had no idea of the fact.
The problem was that Gary wasn’t any more confident than she was so it was difficult to imagine how anything was going to come out of any social encounter.
Neither of them were capable of progressing the conversation to the conclusion they both wanted.
Which was evidenced by the two rather pathetically forlorn creatures who were ambling towards each other.
So it was when they got within a few feet of each other he said
“Hi Freya”
And she almost jumped out of her skin
“Hello” she said blushing as she tried to catch her breath.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said
“That’s ok, I was miles away” Freya said
“Are you going home?” he asked
“Yes” she replied “and you?”
And that was the tone and extent of the conversation and it looked quite possible that this chance meeting would end up being wasted as the fresh faced pair were so clueless and incapable of taking full advantage of a serendipitous meeting.
Lacking the gumption to anything else they were about to go their separate ways when fate took a hand when a mutual friend, Emma, appeared in the lane.
“What are you two up to?” she enquired
“Nothing” Freya answered,
“Come to mine then” she said “Dads put the swing ball up”
Freya and Gary looked at each other and smiled
“I’m in” She said
“Me too” added Gary
And they both smiled again mainly out of relief at getting the “Get out of jail free card” from Emma.
By the end of that day however they had secured their first date with a little helping hand from their friends.
And then for the whole of the summer they were inseparable.
Which culminated on the last day of the school holidays in a potentially significant event.
They were in his house, in his bed and it was her first time, well it was their first time, and it turned out to be a bit of a non-event.
There was a lot of snogging and some great petting which all culminated however, somewhat prematurely.
However they persevered and it was two days later she finally lost her flower.
And by the time the Christmas holidays came around they had become more accomplished and Gary had even managed to make her toes curl on an occasional basis.
But it hadn’t always been that way, when she was a young girl she lived in the village of Tipton in the northern most part of the county and she was as timid as little bird.
The sixteen year old Freya was slender and pale and even smaller than the woman she would become.
The young Freya was every bit as pretty as her 27 year old counterpart but was completely unaware of it and as a result she lacked any self-confidence and was painfully shy.
In addition the sweet sixteen version was completely incapable of flirting.
So there she was sweet sixteen and never been kissed and she had lost her heart.
The recipient of her affections was Gary who she had had a crush on and had fancied him since Easter.
Tipton was a village full of posh houses and posh people who all knew each other’s business.
Gary’s family were new to Tipton and they had met for the first time at the Easter church service.
But despite the fact that they seemed to hit it off he never appeared to show any interest and she had begun to think he might be gay.
It was a beautiful June day and Freya was approaching the end of old farm lane, which led to the back of her house, when she saw Gary coming the other way.
She had her strawberry red hair tied up, which was mostly hidden beneath a broad brimmed floppy hat.
She was wearing a flowery green dress and clutching a garishly patterned bag to her middle.
Freya stared down at her flip flops as she was shuffling and scuffing along.
She threw the odd glance at him in his baggy t-shirt and knee length shorts and found herself getting redder and redder the closer they got to each other.
The grown up Freya was ultra-confident, self-assured, and pretty and she knew it.
While sweet sixteen Freya was shy, socially awkward and full of self-doubt, still pretty but had no idea of the fact.
The problem was that Gary wasn’t any more confident than she was so it was difficult to imagine how anything was going to come out of any social encounter.
Neither of them were capable of progressing the conversation to the conclusion they both wanted.
Which was evidenced by the two rather pathetically forlorn creatures who were ambling towards each other.
So it was when they got within a few feet of each other he said
“Hi Freya”
And she almost jumped out of her skin
“Hello” she said blushing as she tried to catch her breath.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said
“That’s ok, I was miles away” Freya said
“Are you going home?” he asked
“Yes” she replied “and you?”
And that was the tone and extent of the conversation and it looked quite possible that this chance meeting would end up being wasted as the fresh faced pair were so clueless and incapable of taking full advantage of a serendipitous meeting.
Lacking the gumption to anything else they were about to go their separate ways when fate took a hand when a mutual friend, Emma, appeared in the lane.
“What are you two up to?” she enquired
“Nothing” Freya answered,
“Come to mine then” she said “Dads put the swing ball up”
Freya and Gary looked at each other and smiled
“I’m in” She said
“Me too” added Gary
And they both smiled again mainly out of relief at getting the “Get out of jail free card” from Emma.
By the end of that day however they had secured their first date with a little helping hand from their friends.
And then for the whole of the summer they were inseparable.
Which culminated on the last day of the school holidays in a potentially significant event.
They were in his house, in his bed and it was her first time, well it was their first time, and it turned out to be a bit of a non-event.
There was a lot of snogging and some great petting which all culminated however, somewhat prematurely.
However they persevered and it was two days later she finally lost her flower.
And by the time the Christmas holidays came around they had become more accomplished and Gary had even managed to make her toes curl on an occasional basis.
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