(Part One)
It was springtime and the sap was rising and so was Colin Capel.
He and his wife Jane were driving through the countryside to a spa hotel for a church weekend.
But it wasn’t the thought of seminars and inspirational talks that had 53 year old Colin full of vim and vigour.
It was the thought of Angela Purcell that had him loaded and ready to fire.
She was 12 years younger than he and they had recently lit the flame of passion within each other.
It had begun in the church stationary cupboard one Sunday morning and was continued two weeks later on her sofa.
He wasn’t a womaniser by nature, he’d been married more than 30 years to the same woman before he strayed into Angela’s underwear.
He loved his wife and he considered himself fortunate to be married to her, she was still a very attractive woman, slim and elegant and when they made love it was still as good as ever.
Colin had always had a roving eye, and quite unashamedly ogled woman at every opportunity but he never once seriously considered the transition from lustful voyeur to complicit adulterer.
But once he had tasted the forbidden fruit of Angela Purcell he was hooked and he wanted more.
Although he wasn’t looking to add any further strings to his bow he would be quite content to keep playing duets with Angela at every given opportunity.
She was the opposite in many ways to Jane who was tall whereas Angela stood a towering 4 feet 11 in her stocking feet.
They were both beautiful, Jane classically so while Angela had large saucer eyes and a warm mesmerizing smile.
Jane still had a lovely figure especially for a woman the wrong side of 50, Angela’s figure on the other hand was singularly unremarkable.
She had short chubby legs, a flat chest and a barely distinguishable waist.
Both of them to Colin’s mind had exceptionally nice bums.
Angela won and the voice front as she spoke Roedean English and Jane had an estuary accent.
But Jane won in regard to dress she was always stunningly turned out and Angela dressed like a tomboy in cargo pants, t-shirt and plaid shirts.
Unfortunately since the afternoon he liberated her from her pyjamas while she was laid up with a sprained ankle they hadn’t been able to repeat the experience.
And he didn’t hold out much hope for that weekend either.
Angela would be there but she was sharing a room with her flatmate Judith and Colin was with Jane and the Hotel would be full of people they knew so the chances were slim.
It hadn’t occurred to him but it was probably the chance of being caught that had him in a heightened state of excitement, such was the side effect that came with liaisons dangereuses
Although blissfully unaware of his unfaithfulness Jane was very happy with life as she was benefiting from the vigorous attentions of her husband due to Colin’s almost perpetual state of arousal.
And was definitely looking forward to some more that weekend so clearly someone was going to be disappointed.
They checked into the Hotel just after 4pm on Friday afternoon and they were the first of their party to arrive.
It was a nice place, well equipped, something for everyone, swimming pool, golf course, spa treatments, gym, sauna and country walks.
After depositing their bags in the room and unpacking they returned downstairs to have coffee in the lounge and spent a pleasant hour watching the comings and goings of their fellow guests.
Where he gleaned the information that, Angela and her roommate Judith were only booked in for the Saturday night and wouldn’t be arriving until the following morning.
This was disappointing news for Colin as it severely narrowed the window of opportunity for him to reacquaint himself with Angela.
He had unfinished business with her from the first time they made love, it was not as vigorous as they would both have liked due to Angela being slightly incapacitated by a badly sprained ankle.
But there was also another deficiency during that afternoon’s action which he had since been fixating about.
Angela had prohibited him from going down on her, much to his disappointment and her embarrassment, because she hadn’t showered.
However much the news of Angela’s late arrival disappointed Colin it pleased Jane in opposite measure because she got what was meant for Miss Purcell.
The next day Colin breakfasted early and then loitered in reception hoping to see Angela’s arrival.
His vigil ended abruptly when Jane came down with a detailed itinerary of their day and so his chance had gone.
(Part Two)
It was late afternoon when he and Jane next passed through reception and there she was sat in one of the huge chairs with her stocking feet on the table chatting with friends.
“Order some coffee Colin” Jane said “I just need to take a tablet”
Colin knew that “A tablet” meant she was getting one of her heads which if she could catch early enough would not become a migraine.
“Ok love” he said
He ordered coffee and then went over to where Angela was sitting.
“Hello” he said “you look comfortable”
“Hi Colin” she replied “We walked too far and now my feet are sore”
One or two of her friends had already made a move so there were some empty seats, so he took the nearest one to Angela.
“You need a hot bath” her friend Judith suggested
“Yes I’ll have one when I go up” she said
“Well I’m going for one now” Judith said and picked up the key card before he had chance to see the room number.
“Ok I’ll see you up there” Angela replied
“Goodbye Mr Capel” she said
“Bye Judith”
“Do you want me to rub your feet?” he asked when they were alone
“Perhaps I can rub the ache away”
“You know very well that’s not where the ache is” she whispered
“Or what I need you to rub”
Before he had a chance to answer Jane arrived.
“Ah there you are Colin” she said “Hello Angela, have you been walking?”
“Yes” she replied
“Sore feet?” Jane added, to which Angela responded with a nod and Jane was in complete simpatico without further explanation.
He didn’t participate in the conversation which allowed Colin the time to rerun their conversation in his head, particularly the last part.
He liked it when Angela talked dirty, he always thought things sounded twice as dirty when a posh girl said it, and it was doubly dirty when a posh Christian girl said it.
It aroused him greatly as her words echoed inside his head despite the fact he was sat in between his wife and his mistress.
After a few minutes Angela picked up her shoes and stood up.
“Well I’m for the bath” she said “Hopefully I’ll see you later”
“Yes indeed” Jane replied although Colin knew it was directed at him.
When they came down for dinner that evening he didn’t see Angela anywhere, although in truth she was so tiny she was easy to miss in a crowd.
On the pretence of mingling Colin wandered around the reception looking for her in every nook and cranny but there was no sign.
When it came time to go through to the restaurant he positioned himself in proximity to the door so he could check the faces in the crowd but she wasn’t there.
After a very enjoyable dinner, Jane had to excuse herself as her headache of earlier had indeed become a migraine.
Colin accompanied her up to the room and then returned to the dining room for the after dinner speeches after which he discreetly searched for the lovely Angela in the many rooms and lounges.
Things were getting desperate, if Angela couldn’t be found and Jane was in bed with a migraine he’d have to knock one out in the bathroom or he’d never get to sleep.
Anyway when he had looked everywhere twice he made his way upstairs.
“About bloody time” she said as he walked down the corridor causing him to almost jump out of his skin.
When he regained his composure he turned around to find Angela standing by an open door.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you” he said
“I fell asleep” she confessed “and I missed dinner”
“You must be starving” Colin said sympathetically “do you want to get something to eat”
“Hunger isn’t the appetite I need to satisfy” she said and took his hand
“Where’s Judith?” he asked
“She’s in her boyfriend Roger’s room getting a rogering” she said and giggled at her joke
“I’ve had a shower” she added nonchalantly raising the hem of her skirt tantalizingly leaving him in no doubt what was on the menu.
“Num, num” Colin responded
“Come and get it then” Angela said dragged him into her room.
It was four o’clock when he slipped out of the sleeping Angela’s bed and crept back to his room.
When he got into bed next to Jane he was quite literally shagged out.
He had hoped, before the weekend that his coupling with Angela would be much more vigorous than their last outing but boy oh boy he was not disappointed.
But never in his wildest dreams did he ever imagine it would be as toe curlingly vigorous as it turned out.
Angela turned out to be an absolute wildcat and as he drifted off he thought to himself that if he was going to sleep with Angela again he would need a course of vitamins.
Tuesday, 14 February 2017
Monday, 13 February 2017
An Angel in Pyjamas
(Part One)
Colin Capel was approaching his 53 birthday and had never felt as young and vital as he had since the episode when had fondled Angela Purcell in the stationary cupboard.
At the time he had known her for roughly six years and had had a crush on her since the first moment he saw her.
She was in his wife’s bible study group which was held at his house every five or six weeks.
When the diminutive woman standing 4 feet 11 in her stocking feet looked at him with her large saucer eyes he was ensnared.
Even before she deployed the warm mesmerizing smile he was smitten.
But as remarkably beautiful as her face was, her figure on the other hand was singularly unremarkable.
She had short chubby legs, a flat chest and a barely distinguishable waist.
Though her bum was an altogether different proposition and each buttock was beautifully defined inside her cargos.
Colin however despite being attracted to her didn’t envisage that anything would ever come of it, he was a happily married man and she was a good Christian girl.
So it came as quite a surprise when his wife Jane volunteered him to help Angela retrieve something from the stationary cupboard and he ended up helping himself to the contents of her knickers.
After the event Colin felt a surprising lack of guilt about it even though he was a married man and the fondling took place on church property during the Sunday service while his wife Jane sat in the congregation.
It was the first time he had strayed from the path in over 30 years of marriage and he should have felt a tinge of guilt but what he actually felt when he reflected on the event was a trouser tickle.
He didn’t know if Angela felt guilty, he hadn’t seen her to ask.
Though in fairness she wasn’t an innocent whom he had defiled.
His hand wasn’t the first to venture into her pants, albeit it was the first for a good few years.
It was Angela who had initiated the action in the cupboard when she feigned a slip from the steps and fell into his arms.
What he had come to regret about that day was his ungentlemanly action when they had taken their seats among the congregation.
Colin sat first in the vacant seat Jane had reserved for him and when Angela had found her seat she looked across at him and smiled,
Which was when he waved his finger beneath his nose and breathed in her musky scent.
In response Angela stared wide eyed and open mouthed at his action and her face went scarlet before she looked away.
But when she turned and looked at him again a moment later, smiling broadly he took that as a signal that she might wish to play again sometime.
He berated himself however on the crude and vulgar nature of his behaviour.
But as time went on he wasn’t so sure she was up for it.
Angela had a wonderful work ethic, which was something else he admired her for and she held down three part time jobs.
Monday to Wednesday she worked at Abbotts Gardens Centre, Thursdays and Fridays she worked Dustbusters domestic cleaning services and at weekends she worked in the café and bookshop at St Joseph’s church, which was situated on the verge of the town centre.
In the week following that eventful Sunday Colin was away in Frankfurt on business and it was the next Monday when he decided to act.
He visited the Abbotts Gardens Centre numerous times but failed to see her, so he went into the café and bookshop on three separate occasions just in case she was doing extra shifts but there was no sign of her there either.
So he thought that she was obviously racked with guilt and was either keeping a low profile or had left.
Colin couldn’t keep turning up at the church looking for her as people would doubtless notice and be suspicious, he had already visited the bookshop more times in one week than he had in the previous two years.
He wasn’t going to see her again and it was all because of that silly finger sniffing episode.
He had gone too far and clearly she had gone too.
And that would have been that had it not been for an overheard conversation between his wife and the café and bookshop manager, Mrs Patmore.
“Yes I can do a couple of hours on Saturday” Jane said “And I hope Angela is better soon”
After Jane had hung up the phone Colin asked
“What was all that about?”
“Mrs Patmore is looking for help at the café while Angela is laid up” she replied
“Why what’s wrong with her?” his asked casually
“She fell off those rickety steps last Sunday” Jane said in her “I knew that would happen” voice.
He and Jane hadn’t been to St Josephs that day as they had a christening to attend in a different parish.
“Oh dear” he said wondering if she was thinking about the previous weeks antics “is she ok?”
“Badly sprained ankle” Jane said
It was Wednesday when he got the news about Angela’s fall, and once he realised she wasn’t seriously hurt Colin wondered if it would be classed as a fall from grace.
Particularly if she was reminiscing on the previous outing on the steps.
He spent the next couple of days trying to think of a plausible ruse that would enable him to go round and see her.
The ruse would be superfluous for Angela as she would know why his was really there, the ruse was for the benefit of Judith who was Angela’s flatmate.
He racked his brain for a solution but none came so he resigned himself to the fact that he wouldn’t see her until she returned to work.
(Part Two)
On Saturday morning he was busy in the garden pruning back the shrubbery when Jane appeared at the backdoor
“I’m doing a shift at the café this afternoon” she called
“Ok” he replied
“There is a bunch of flowers on the table” she continued “I don’t have time to drop them off, so can you do it?”
“Sure” he replied “who are they for?”
“Angela of course” she said “why do you never pay attention”
Flowers, why didn’t he think of flowers, it was perfect.
As soon as Jane had left he went upstairs and showered and shaved.
Then he got in his car and drove the six miles to the small block of flats where Angela lived.
He walked up to the first floor and rang the bell and a few minutes later it was opened by Judith Smallwood the flat mate.
“Hi Judith” he said “I have flowers for the invalid”
“Hello Mr Capel” she said politely “Do come in”
As he followed Judith down the hall staring at her denim clad cheeks he thought that Angela’s flat mate had the three main attributes that Angela lacked youth, height and breasts.
But despite that there was something he hoped Angela had that Judith never would, a willingness to sleep with him.
“It’s Mr Capel” Judith announced as he walked in
“Hello Colin” she said recumbent on the sofa with her sprained ankle resting on a chair supported by a large cushion.
She was wearing a blue fleecy dressing gown over the top of pink striped pyjamas.
“What a lovely surprise”
“I come bearing gifts” he said and proffered the bunch of flowers which Judith snatched from his grasp and took them away to the kitchen
“They’re lovely” said the Roedean girl and motioned with her head like someone watching the grand prix and has just seen the car race down the home straight.
He sat down on the sofa next to her
“I would have come sooner” he said after Judith had gone.
“But…” He didn’t finish his sentence as Angela had taken hold of his hand which she continued to hold until Judith reappeared.
“Will you be alright if I just pop into town?” she asked “I won’t be long”
“Of course” Angela replied “Colin will keep me company for a little while, won’t you Colin?”
“Oh yes” he replied “I’ll take good care of her”
The second they heard the front door close Angela took hold of his hand again and held it against her cheek.
“How’s your ankle?” he asked
“Not too bad” she said and Colin took that as a green light for some gentle sex.
“I was hoping you would come to see me” she said in her posh wanton accent
“I came as soon as I could” he explained
“I know” she said holding his palm against her cheek.
He moved closer to her and kissed her mouth.
She reciprocated instantly with lips soft and yielding, and her mouth was hot and her tongue was inquisitive.
Angela’s hands began to claw at his shirt dragging it free from his trousers.
She made a half-hearted effort to pull it off but from her semi recumbent position she couldn’t manage it.
“Take it off” she barked
He pulled it off over his head and threw it onto an empty chair and then her trembling hands were all over his naked flesh and she sighed.
He untied the belt of her dressing gown and slowly opened the two halves like the leaves of some great volume and Angela pulled him to her and kissed his mouth again as his fingers started on her buttons.
He took his time as he was in no great hurry as he knew the contents were not as well formed as her flat mates were but that wasn’t the reason for his lack of urgency he wanted to see everything and the slower he went the hotter she got, and he wanted her hot.
Her hands ran up and down his back as each button in turn yielded to him and as each one did so she gave a little snort of approval as her mouth remained clamped to his.
When the final button succumbed he pushed the fabric aside and caressed her meagre breasts and was toying with her exceptional nipples and Angela began to murmur in his mouth.
Colin broke away from her lips and quickly transferred his affections to her dark proud teats, sucking on them like a hungry child as she lay back and bit her lip.
Her chest was rising and falling and he could hear her heart pounding.
Meanwhile his hand had begun to pull the elasticated waist of her bottoms but he couldn’t do it one handed.
So he left her wet misshaped nipples and reached up under her arse and with both hands he smartly yanked them from her arse and down her thighs.
To preserve her modesty Angela quickly covered her newly uncovered bush with her dressing gown as he pulled them all the way off one leg and holding that leg by the ankle he began kissing it all the way down her leg to an obvious goal but he only got as far as the back of her knee when she said
“No Colin” she pleaded but he started down her thigh
“Please don’t” she begged “I haven’t showered”
Then she put a cushion over her face to hide her embarrassment.
Colin released her leg, paused only to uncover her bush then lifted the cushion and kissed her lips softly.
“Don’t hide from me” he said as his fingers parted her lips and gently massaged her as Angela wriggled beneath his hand and moaned softly.
It wasn’t long before she made it known that she was ready as she awkwardly sat up and began to undo his trousers.
But with her sprained ankle still balanced on the cushions she struggled and so he hurriedly finished the job as she spread her thighs wide to receive him.
Colin slid his hands down her outer thighs until he had a buttock in each hand and then he was inside her.
He looked down at her and Angela was in a frenzy, her head was rolling back and forth, she was biting her lip as her hands gripped the edges of the sofa and she panted out course rasping breaths until she cried out finally in orgasm.
As he drove home he reflected on the afternoon and pronounced to himself that it was nice, gentle and comfortable but the next time would be a little more vigorous, a little more exciting and decidedly more animal.
Colin Capel was approaching his 53 birthday and had never felt as young and vital as he had since the episode when had fondled Angela Purcell in the stationary cupboard.
At the time he had known her for roughly six years and had had a crush on her since the first moment he saw her.
She was in his wife’s bible study group which was held at his house every five or six weeks.
When the diminutive woman standing 4 feet 11 in her stocking feet looked at him with her large saucer eyes he was ensnared.
Even before she deployed the warm mesmerizing smile he was smitten.
But as remarkably beautiful as her face was, her figure on the other hand was singularly unremarkable.
She had short chubby legs, a flat chest and a barely distinguishable waist.
Though her bum was an altogether different proposition and each buttock was beautifully defined inside her cargos.
Colin however despite being attracted to her didn’t envisage that anything would ever come of it, he was a happily married man and she was a good Christian girl.
So it came as quite a surprise when his wife Jane volunteered him to help Angela retrieve something from the stationary cupboard and he ended up helping himself to the contents of her knickers.
After the event Colin felt a surprising lack of guilt about it even though he was a married man and the fondling took place on church property during the Sunday service while his wife Jane sat in the congregation.
It was the first time he had strayed from the path in over 30 years of marriage and he should have felt a tinge of guilt but what he actually felt when he reflected on the event was a trouser tickle.
He didn’t know if Angela felt guilty, he hadn’t seen her to ask.
Though in fairness she wasn’t an innocent whom he had defiled.
His hand wasn’t the first to venture into her pants, albeit it was the first for a good few years.
It was Angela who had initiated the action in the cupboard when she feigned a slip from the steps and fell into his arms.
What he had come to regret about that day was his ungentlemanly action when they had taken their seats among the congregation.
Colin sat first in the vacant seat Jane had reserved for him and when Angela had found her seat she looked across at him and smiled,
Which was when he waved his finger beneath his nose and breathed in her musky scent.
In response Angela stared wide eyed and open mouthed at his action and her face went scarlet before she looked away.
But when she turned and looked at him again a moment later, smiling broadly he took that as a signal that she might wish to play again sometime.
He berated himself however on the crude and vulgar nature of his behaviour.
But as time went on he wasn’t so sure she was up for it.
Angela had a wonderful work ethic, which was something else he admired her for and she held down three part time jobs.
Monday to Wednesday she worked at Abbotts Gardens Centre, Thursdays and Fridays she worked Dustbusters domestic cleaning services and at weekends she worked in the café and bookshop at St Joseph’s church, which was situated on the verge of the town centre.
In the week following that eventful Sunday Colin was away in Frankfurt on business and it was the next Monday when he decided to act.
He visited the Abbotts Gardens Centre numerous times but failed to see her, so he went into the café and bookshop on three separate occasions just in case she was doing extra shifts but there was no sign of her there either.
So he thought that she was obviously racked with guilt and was either keeping a low profile or had left.
Colin couldn’t keep turning up at the church looking for her as people would doubtless notice and be suspicious, he had already visited the bookshop more times in one week than he had in the previous two years.
He wasn’t going to see her again and it was all because of that silly finger sniffing episode.
He had gone too far and clearly she had gone too.
And that would have been that had it not been for an overheard conversation between his wife and the café and bookshop manager, Mrs Patmore.
“Yes I can do a couple of hours on Saturday” Jane said “And I hope Angela is better soon”
After Jane had hung up the phone Colin asked
“What was all that about?”
“Mrs Patmore is looking for help at the café while Angela is laid up” she replied
“Why what’s wrong with her?” his asked casually
“She fell off those rickety steps last Sunday” Jane said in her “I knew that would happen” voice.
He and Jane hadn’t been to St Josephs that day as they had a christening to attend in a different parish.
“Oh dear” he said wondering if she was thinking about the previous weeks antics “is she ok?”
“Badly sprained ankle” Jane said
It was Wednesday when he got the news about Angela’s fall, and once he realised she wasn’t seriously hurt Colin wondered if it would be classed as a fall from grace.
Particularly if she was reminiscing on the previous outing on the steps.
He spent the next couple of days trying to think of a plausible ruse that would enable him to go round and see her.
The ruse would be superfluous for Angela as she would know why his was really there, the ruse was for the benefit of Judith who was Angela’s flatmate.
He racked his brain for a solution but none came so he resigned himself to the fact that he wouldn’t see her until she returned to work.
(Part Two)
On Saturday morning he was busy in the garden pruning back the shrubbery when Jane appeared at the backdoor
“I’m doing a shift at the café this afternoon” she called
“Ok” he replied
“There is a bunch of flowers on the table” she continued “I don’t have time to drop them off, so can you do it?”
“Sure” he replied “who are they for?”
“Angela of course” she said “why do you never pay attention”
Flowers, why didn’t he think of flowers, it was perfect.
As soon as Jane had left he went upstairs and showered and shaved.
Then he got in his car and drove the six miles to the small block of flats where Angela lived.
He walked up to the first floor and rang the bell and a few minutes later it was opened by Judith Smallwood the flat mate.
“Hi Judith” he said “I have flowers for the invalid”
“Hello Mr Capel” she said politely “Do come in”
As he followed Judith down the hall staring at her denim clad cheeks he thought that Angela’s flat mate had the three main attributes that Angela lacked youth, height and breasts.
But despite that there was something he hoped Angela had that Judith never would, a willingness to sleep with him.
“It’s Mr Capel” Judith announced as he walked in
“Hello Colin” she said recumbent on the sofa with her sprained ankle resting on a chair supported by a large cushion.
She was wearing a blue fleecy dressing gown over the top of pink striped pyjamas.
“What a lovely surprise”
“I come bearing gifts” he said and proffered the bunch of flowers which Judith snatched from his grasp and took them away to the kitchen
“They’re lovely” said the Roedean girl and motioned with her head like someone watching the grand prix and has just seen the car race down the home straight.
He sat down on the sofa next to her
“I would have come sooner” he said after Judith had gone.
“But…” He didn’t finish his sentence as Angela had taken hold of his hand which she continued to hold until Judith reappeared.
“Will you be alright if I just pop into town?” she asked “I won’t be long”
“Of course” Angela replied “Colin will keep me company for a little while, won’t you Colin?”
“Oh yes” he replied “I’ll take good care of her”
The second they heard the front door close Angela took hold of his hand again and held it against her cheek.
“How’s your ankle?” he asked
“Not too bad” she said and Colin took that as a green light for some gentle sex.
“I was hoping you would come to see me” she said in her posh wanton accent
“I came as soon as I could” he explained
“I know” she said holding his palm against her cheek.
He moved closer to her and kissed her mouth.
She reciprocated instantly with lips soft and yielding, and her mouth was hot and her tongue was inquisitive.
Angela’s hands began to claw at his shirt dragging it free from his trousers.
She made a half-hearted effort to pull it off but from her semi recumbent position she couldn’t manage it.
“Take it off” she barked
He pulled it off over his head and threw it onto an empty chair and then her trembling hands were all over his naked flesh and she sighed.
He untied the belt of her dressing gown and slowly opened the two halves like the leaves of some great volume and Angela pulled him to her and kissed his mouth again as his fingers started on her buttons.
He took his time as he was in no great hurry as he knew the contents were not as well formed as her flat mates were but that wasn’t the reason for his lack of urgency he wanted to see everything and the slower he went the hotter she got, and he wanted her hot.
Her hands ran up and down his back as each button in turn yielded to him and as each one did so she gave a little snort of approval as her mouth remained clamped to his.
When the final button succumbed he pushed the fabric aside and caressed her meagre breasts and was toying with her exceptional nipples and Angela began to murmur in his mouth.
Colin broke away from her lips and quickly transferred his affections to her dark proud teats, sucking on them like a hungry child as she lay back and bit her lip.
Her chest was rising and falling and he could hear her heart pounding.
Meanwhile his hand had begun to pull the elasticated waist of her bottoms but he couldn’t do it one handed.
So he left her wet misshaped nipples and reached up under her arse and with both hands he smartly yanked them from her arse and down her thighs.
To preserve her modesty Angela quickly covered her newly uncovered bush with her dressing gown as he pulled them all the way off one leg and holding that leg by the ankle he began kissing it all the way down her leg to an obvious goal but he only got as far as the back of her knee when she said
“No Colin” she pleaded but he started down her thigh
“Please don’t” she begged “I haven’t showered”
Then she put a cushion over her face to hide her embarrassment.
Colin released her leg, paused only to uncover her bush then lifted the cushion and kissed her lips softly.
“Don’t hide from me” he said as his fingers parted her lips and gently massaged her as Angela wriggled beneath his hand and moaned softly.
It wasn’t long before she made it known that she was ready as she awkwardly sat up and began to undo his trousers.
But with her sprained ankle still balanced on the cushions she struggled and so he hurriedly finished the job as she spread her thighs wide to receive him.
Colin slid his hands down her outer thighs until he had a buttock in each hand and then he was inside her.
He looked down at her and Angela was in a frenzy, her head was rolling back and forth, she was biting her lip as her hands gripped the edges of the sofa and she panted out course rasping breaths until she cried out finally in orgasm.
As he drove home he reflected on the afternoon and pronounced to himself that it was nice, gentle and comfortable but the next time would be a little more vigorous, a little more exciting and decidedly more animal.
Sunday, 12 February 2017
Angel in the Closet
(Part One)
Colin Capel had known Angela Purcell for a little over six years.
She was in his wife Jane’s bible study group, which was held at his house every five or six weeks.
At the time of their first meeting she was 34 and he was 12 years her senior.
Angela stood a towering 4 feet 11 in her stocking feet and when he saw her face with those large saucer eyes and a warm mesmerizing smile it was a pivotal moment for him.
They hit it off immediately and he was instantly attracted to her even before he heard her speak in her Roedean educated posh totty voice.
He’d always been turned on by posh birds and turned off by common ones.
For him there was no greater turn off than to see a spectacularly beautiful woman open her mouth and speak in a rough colloquial accent.
But sexy as her accent might have been and as remarkably beautiful as Angela’s face was, her figure on the other hand was singularly unremarkable.
She had short chubby legs, a flat chest and a barely distinguishable waist.
Although her bum was altogether a different proposition and each buttock was beautifully defined inside her khaki cargos.
Despite being attracted to her though, nothing ever came of it, Colin was married and Angela was a good Christian girl.
But whether it was a bible study group, or a social or just the after service mingle they always gravitated to each other.
She was an unmarried lass, who remained single and had never even dated anyone in the years he had known her, Colin never understood why.
They would see each other on a semi regular basis and when they did there would always be a hug and a kiss.
Apart from the physical attraction Colin also admired her for her work ethic, Angela was a hard working girl, holding down three part time jobs.
She worked Monday to Wednesday at Abbotts Gardens Centre, Thursdays and Fridays she worked for Dustbusters domestic cleaning services and at weekends she worked in the café and bookshop at St Joseph’s church, which was situated on the verge of the town centre.
With all the hours she worked it was perhaps little wonder she didn’t have time for a relationship.
The cupboard incident occurred on one of his rare Sunday Service appearances, for although Colin was a Christian he was not one of its finest examples.
He had no problem with the God side of things or his Son’s sacrifice on the cross.
What he struggled with was the church and its hypocrisy.
So he became a hatches, matches and dispatches kind of Christian who in addition dutifully turned out for the bigger events in the church calendar.
His wife Jane on the other hand was the real deal as was Angela.
Colin was not as he had far too much lust in his heart to be a true Christian.
Even in church he allowed his libidinous eye to wander over the bounty of the female worshippers of the congregation, which to him always felt deliciously dirty.
He wasn’t sure if the reason it felt so good, or so bad, was because it was so obviously inappropriate or just the fact that he was ogling the Christian maids in their Sunday best.
Whatever the reason he thought it was very nice, very wrong, but very nice.
So that morning of the closet incident was an ordinary Sunday in every respect other than the fact Colin had decided to accompany his wife to the service.
They were stood at the back of the church chatting to Mrs Patmore, who managed the café and bookshop both of which closed during the service.
Just at the moment Colin had decided he had heard enough from Mrs Patmore and would excuse himself and find a seat, Angela appeared.
“Hello stranger” she said and reached up and gave Colin a kiss and a hug.
“Hi my little angel” he said and reciprocated her embrace
“Is the shop closed Angela?” Mrs Patmore said sharply
“Yes” Angela replied “but I need till rolls”
“They’re in the stationary cupboard” She said “But they’re on the top shelf”
“Ok” Angela said, “I’ll use the steps”
“Oh they’re a bit rickety” Mrs Patmore said and looked at her watch “I’ll have to help you”
“Colin can do that” Jane suggested “can’t you dear?”
“Oh yes” Colin agreed well used to being volunteered
“He probably won’t even need the steps,” she boasted.
Jane was proud of the fact her husband was so tall and was always volunteering him for height related jobs, he didn’t mind really.
And even if he hadn’t fancied Angela helping her would still have been preferable to talking with Mrs Patmore.
“Ok, lead on McDuff” Colin said and Angela trotted off ahead of him back the way she had come.
The bookshop was on the ground floor of the annex, which also housed the meeting rooms, café, offices and storage.
Angela paused at the bottom of the narrow stairs
“After you” he insisted
“Always the gentleman” she said and started up the staircase
Of course it was nothing to do with being gentlemanly the reason he let Angela go first was so he could ogle her fleshy buttocks as they wiggled inside her familiar cargo pants.
All too soon they reached the top and she turned left down the long corridor that serviced the offices and the stationary cupboard was at the very end.
(Part Two)
Once inside the stationary cupboard he looked at the shelving and had to admit that even he couldn’t reach the top shelf without the use of the steps.
“Let me go up the steps” he suggested gallantly after examining the rickety contraption
“No I’d better go” she said, “If I fall you can catch me”
Colin looked sceptical
“If you fell you’d squish me” she said and had a fit of the giggles
Colin relented and set up the small set of steps in the optimum location and Angela tentatively started to climb.
He positioned himself so he could plant a foot on the bottom step and then he held the steps steady as she climbed.
When she was halfway up he stared at her arse again and he thought how if he leaned towards her just a few inches he could have kissed it or nibbled one of her fleshy lobes.
Angela reached the point where she couldn’t go any further as the steps were just too unstable.
She steadied herself by grasping one of the shelves using her right hand then she reached up with her left towards where the box of till rolls sat.
The little 4 foot 11 inch woman stretched up to the maximum height she could attain even by going on tip toe and as she did three things happened almost simultaneously.
Firstly her t-shirt rode up followed immediately by her undervest which exposed a tantalising four inch wide expanse of flesh which instantly doubled as her cargos slipped down to an inch below the decorative waistband of her pink knickers.
Despite the fact Colin had been ogling Angela’s arse for some time, it wasn’t until the appearance of her underwear with the deep pink decorative bows that he got the first signs of arousal.
He took full advantage of what was before his eyes and stared at the new provocative aspect.
The thought did cross his mind that it wouldn’t have taken much effort at all for him to yank her trousers all the way down to her knees.
But although Colin had a roving eye he had never acted on it and this time would be no exception.
And the reason was he was already married to Jane and of course he loved her, she was the mother of his children after all, but he wasn’t “in” love with her, but he was married to her.
So he took no other action other than to consume her flesh with his eyes.
“Got it,” Angela said triumphantly
“Good” he said disappointed that the show would soon be over
“Be careful,” he added as Angela began a rather ungraceful manoeuvre that saw her sitting on the top step where she opened the box.
“That’s them,” she announced and then handed to box to Colin, who put it down on the shelf beside him as Angela began her descent.
But because she was sitting on the step she decided to climb down the way she was facing.
“Are you sure that’s sensible?” Colin said
“It’ll be fine” Angela replied as she gingerly descended
Colin was studying the look of intense concentration on her face and the cute way the tip of her tongue was poking out when the heel of her right foot slipped off the edge of the step.
Angela let out a squeal as she lunged forward and fell into his arms and they ended up nose to nose.
“You see I said you would catch me” she said and then planted a kiss on his mouth and the tongue that only seconds earlier had been cutely poking out of the side of her mouth was now frantically exploring every corner of his mouth.
The assault had completely taken him by surprise and he was then unsure if her slip and subsequent fall was by accident or design.
However the thought didn’t linger as he decided it was best just to join in.
Angela was now standing on the second step at a height that allowed her arms to encircle his neck.
Colin still had one hand steadying the steps and one on her waist steadying Angela, but having committed to the kiss Colin decided to employ the maxim “in for a penny, in for a pound” and moved the hand from her waist beneath her t-shirt and then caressed the naked skin of her back inside her vest from the small of her back to between her shoulder blades.
Angel wasn’t wearing a bra but that didn’t surprise him as she had nothing to support anyway, but he was soon fondling what she had, an action very well received judging by the way she snorted through her nose as they continued to kiss.
It was as his hand descended from her meagre breasts across her belly and began its entry inside her pink panties that she slipped again and their lips and tongues parted, but he was in no doubt on that occasion that it was an accident because as he withdrew his fingers from the waistband of her knickers she said urgently in her Roedean educated accent
“No don’t stop”
Angela smiled briefly before reattaching her lips to his and Colin paused long enough to unbutton her trousers to give him ease of egress before his fingers were combing through her flattened pubic curls.
As his digits were poised on the brink she was so exercised in anticipation of his next move that she was fidgeting and causing the steps to creak and grown as she continued to snort her enjoyment through her nose, that he felt there was a very real chance it might collapse, her agitations had already caused her trousers to slip down to her thighs.
So he used all his body weight to push the steps against shelving unit, which freed up his other hand to grab a good handful of her ample buttock at the very same moment his fingers parted her moist lips.
They left the stationary cupboard after they had satisfied each other in the most basic manner.
Sadly there was no time for them to consummate the act to their complete satisfaction.
But Colin was hopeful that would follow on a later occasion.
The service had already started when he found his seat next to Jane.
“Well did you do it for her?” Jane asked
“Oh yes” he said just as he saw Angela taking her seat
She looked across at him and smiled,
Colin put his finger to his nose and could smell her fresh musk.
Angela stared wide eyed and open mouthed at his action and her face went scarlet and then she looked away.
But when a moment later she turned and looked at him again she smiled broadly and he knew the closet was only the appetiser, and he became aroused as he thought about the main course.
Colin Capel had known Angela Purcell for a little over six years.
She was in his wife Jane’s bible study group, which was held at his house every five or six weeks.
At the time of their first meeting she was 34 and he was 12 years her senior.
Angela stood a towering 4 feet 11 in her stocking feet and when he saw her face with those large saucer eyes and a warm mesmerizing smile it was a pivotal moment for him.
They hit it off immediately and he was instantly attracted to her even before he heard her speak in her Roedean educated posh totty voice.
He’d always been turned on by posh birds and turned off by common ones.
For him there was no greater turn off than to see a spectacularly beautiful woman open her mouth and speak in a rough colloquial accent.
But sexy as her accent might have been and as remarkably beautiful as Angela’s face was, her figure on the other hand was singularly unremarkable.
She had short chubby legs, a flat chest and a barely distinguishable waist.
Although her bum was altogether a different proposition and each buttock was beautifully defined inside her khaki cargos.
Despite being attracted to her though, nothing ever came of it, Colin was married and Angela was a good Christian girl.
But whether it was a bible study group, or a social or just the after service mingle they always gravitated to each other.
She was an unmarried lass, who remained single and had never even dated anyone in the years he had known her, Colin never understood why.
They would see each other on a semi regular basis and when they did there would always be a hug and a kiss.
Apart from the physical attraction Colin also admired her for her work ethic, Angela was a hard working girl, holding down three part time jobs.
She worked Monday to Wednesday at Abbotts Gardens Centre, Thursdays and Fridays she worked for Dustbusters domestic cleaning services and at weekends she worked in the café and bookshop at St Joseph’s church, which was situated on the verge of the town centre.
With all the hours she worked it was perhaps little wonder she didn’t have time for a relationship.
The cupboard incident occurred on one of his rare Sunday Service appearances, for although Colin was a Christian he was not one of its finest examples.
He had no problem with the God side of things or his Son’s sacrifice on the cross.
What he struggled with was the church and its hypocrisy.
So he became a hatches, matches and dispatches kind of Christian who in addition dutifully turned out for the bigger events in the church calendar.
His wife Jane on the other hand was the real deal as was Angela.
Colin was not as he had far too much lust in his heart to be a true Christian.
Even in church he allowed his libidinous eye to wander over the bounty of the female worshippers of the congregation, which to him always felt deliciously dirty.
He wasn’t sure if the reason it felt so good, or so bad, was because it was so obviously inappropriate or just the fact that he was ogling the Christian maids in their Sunday best.
Whatever the reason he thought it was very nice, very wrong, but very nice.
So that morning of the closet incident was an ordinary Sunday in every respect other than the fact Colin had decided to accompany his wife to the service.
They were stood at the back of the church chatting to Mrs Patmore, who managed the café and bookshop both of which closed during the service.
Just at the moment Colin had decided he had heard enough from Mrs Patmore and would excuse himself and find a seat, Angela appeared.
“Hello stranger” she said and reached up and gave Colin a kiss and a hug.
“Hi my little angel” he said and reciprocated her embrace
“Is the shop closed Angela?” Mrs Patmore said sharply
“Yes” Angela replied “but I need till rolls”
“They’re in the stationary cupboard” She said “But they’re on the top shelf”
“Ok” Angela said, “I’ll use the steps”
“Oh they’re a bit rickety” Mrs Patmore said and looked at her watch “I’ll have to help you”
“Colin can do that” Jane suggested “can’t you dear?”
“Oh yes” Colin agreed well used to being volunteered
“He probably won’t even need the steps,” she boasted.
Jane was proud of the fact her husband was so tall and was always volunteering him for height related jobs, he didn’t mind really.
And even if he hadn’t fancied Angela helping her would still have been preferable to talking with Mrs Patmore.
“Ok, lead on McDuff” Colin said and Angela trotted off ahead of him back the way she had come.
The bookshop was on the ground floor of the annex, which also housed the meeting rooms, café, offices and storage.
Angela paused at the bottom of the narrow stairs
“After you” he insisted
“Always the gentleman” she said and started up the staircase
Of course it was nothing to do with being gentlemanly the reason he let Angela go first was so he could ogle her fleshy buttocks as they wiggled inside her familiar cargo pants.
All too soon they reached the top and she turned left down the long corridor that serviced the offices and the stationary cupboard was at the very end.
(Part Two)
Once inside the stationary cupboard he looked at the shelving and had to admit that even he couldn’t reach the top shelf without the use of the steps.
“Let me go up the steps” he suggested gallantly after examining the rickety contraption
“No I’d better go” she said, “If I fall you can catch me”
Colin looked sceptical
“If you fell you’d squish me” she said and had a fit of the giggles
Colin relented and set up the small set of steps in the optimum location and Angela tentatively started to climb.
He positioned himself so he could plant a foot on the bottom step and then he held the steps steady as she climbed.
When she was halfway up he stared at her arse again and he thought how if he leaned towards her just a few inches he could have kissed it or nibbled one of her fleshy lobes.
Angela reached the point where she couldn’t go any further as the steps were just too unstable.
She steadied herself by grasping one of the shelves using her right hand then she reached up with her left towards where the box of till rolls sat.
The little 4 foot 11 inch woman stretched up to the maximum height she could attain even by going on tip toe and as she did three things happened almost simultaneously.
Firstly her t-shirt rode up followed immediately by her undervest which exposed a tantalising four inch wide expanse of flesh which instantly doubled as her cargos slipped down to an inch below the decorative waistband of her pink knickers.
Despite the fact Colin had been ogling Angela’s arse for some time, it wasn’t until the appearance of her underwear with the deep pink decorative bows that he got the first signs of arousal.
He took full advantage of what was before his eyes and stared at the new provocative aspect.
The thought did cross his mind that it wouldn’t have taken much effort at all for him to yank her trousers all the way down to her knees.
But although Colin had a roving eye he had never acted on it and this time would be no exception.
And the reason was he was already married to Jane and of course he loved her, she was the mother of his children after all, but he wasn’t “in” love with her, but he was married to her.
So he took no other action other than to consume her flesh with his eyes.
“Got it,” Angela said triumphantly
“Good” he said disappointed that the show would soon be over
“Be careful,” he added as Angela began a rather ungraceful manoeuvre that saw her sitting on the top step where she opened the box.
“That’s them,” she announced and then handed to box to Colin, who put it down on the shelf beside him as Angela began her descent.
But because she was sitting on the step she decided to climb down the way she was facing.
“Are you sure that’s sensible?” Colin said
“It’ll be fine” Angela replied as she gingerly descended
Colin was studying the look of intense concentration on her face and the cute way the tip of her tongue was poking out when the heel of her right foot slipped off the edge of the step.
Angela let out a squeal as she lunged forward and fell into his arms and they ended up nose to nose.
“You see I said you would catch me” she said and then planted a kiss on his mouth and the tongue that only seconds earlier had been cutely poking out of the side of her mouth was now frantically exploring every corner of his mouth.
The assault had completely taken him by surprise and he was then unsure if her slip and subsequent fall was by accident or design.
However the thought didn’t linger as he decided it was best just to join in.
Angela was now standing on the second step at a height that allowed her arms to encircle his neck.
Colin still had one hand steadying the steps and one on her waist steadying Angela, but having committed to the kiss Colin decided to employ the maxim “in for a penny, in for a pound” and moved the hand from her waist beneath her t-shirt and then caressed the naked skin of her back inside her vest from the small of her back to between her shoulder blades.
Angel wasn’t wearing a bra but that didn’t surprise him as she had nothing to support anyway, but he was soon fondling what she had, an action very well received judging by the way she snorted through her nose as they continued to kiss.
It was as his hand descended from her meagre breasts across her belly and began its entry inside her pink panties that she slipped again and their lips and tongues parted, but he was in no doubt on that occasion that it was an accident because as he withdrew his fingers from the waistband of her knickers she said urgently in her Roedean educated accent
“No don’t stop”
Angela smiled briefly before reattaching her lips to his and Colin paused long enough to unbutton her trousers to give him ease of egress before his fingers were combing through her flattened pubic curls.
As his digits were poised on the brink she was so exercised in anticipation of his next move that she was fidgeting and causing the steps to creak and grown as she continued to snort her enjoyment through her nose, that he felt there was a very real chance it might collapse, her agitations had already caused her trousers to slip down to her thighs.
So he used all his body weight to push the steps against shelving unit, which freed up his other hand to grab a good handful of her ample buttock at the very same moment his fingers parted her moist lips.
They left the stationary cupboard after they had satisfied each other in the most basic manner.
Sadly there was no time for them to consummate the act to their complete satisfaction.
But Colin was hopeful that would follow on a later occasion.
The service had already started when he found his seat next to Jane.
“Well did you do it for her?” Jane asked
“Oh yes” he said just as he saw Angela taking her seat
She looked across at him and smiled,
Colin put his finger to his nose and could smell her fresh musk.
Angela stared wide eyed and open mouthed at his action and her face went scarlet and then she looked away.
But when a moment later she turned and looked at him again she smiled broadly and he knew the closet was only the appetiser, and he became aroused as he thought about the main course.
Saturday, 11 February 2017
Freya St David, 18 – Goddess of Fertility
On a sunny May afternoon pretty district Nurse Freya St David married Captain Jonathon Hardman of the Downshire Light Infantry at St Hilda’s church in Tipton village, where she was born.
She looked even more stunning than usual with her strawberry blonde hair tied up beneath her veil.
She stood barely five feet tall even in her mother’s wedding dress she still looked slender and pale.
In line with tradition her skin flushed pink on her big day.
Freya was twenty eight years old but looked much younger and her mother was so happy on her daughter’s wedding day that she cried all through the ceremony.
Outside the church when the bride and groom emerged there was a traditional military honour guard and when she saw Sgt Lewis standing to attention with his comrades, she blushed as she remembered the last time she had seen him at attention.
But the amount of tears shed on the day of her daughter’s wedding were surpassed tenfold on the day Freya told her mother she was pregnant.
It was just over a year after the wedding and she was on the verge of her 30th birthday.
And over the following months the skinny five foot nothing, whippet thin and pale skinned strawberry blonde grew and grew.
From behind she didn’t look very different her bum was still pert and she still looked slim but at the front she was huge, her belly was round and full and her usually small tits had swollen to the size of melons.
In October Jon had been away on an exercise in Norway and when he returned he found Freya in a very strange mood.
Try as he might he couldn’t get to the bottom of it, until it was time for bed.
John had finished in the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed and watched his beautiful wife undressing.
First she unhooked the straps of her dungarees and let them fall to the floor then she pulled her jumper off over her head.
And then she noticed him watching her and she stopped and walked into the bathroom wearing just a t-shirt and maternity pants.
“How can you bare to look at me?” she asked and closed the bathroom door.
When she came back out ten minutes later she was wearing a large shapeless nighty.
“What’s the matter hon?” he asked her and took her hand
“I’m ugly” she said
“No, you’re beautiful Freya” he corrected her
“I’m a great fat lump” she said and started crying
Jon immediately put his arms around her to comfort her
“Darling you’re gorgeous” he said
“But I’m not the skinny nymph you fell in love with” she sobbed
“I’m a blimp”
“I think you’re lovely” Jon said “I think you’re sexy”
“I used to be lovely” she sobbed “I used to be sexy”
“You still are” he assured her
“I’m not” she insisted
He took her hand and kissed it, then lowered it to the bulge in his pyjamas
“You see I do think you’re sexy” Jon said “and so does he”
She looked down and the bulge and gave it a gentle squeeze then she returned her eyes to his and smiled and then she kissed him.
It was a long passionate kiss full of love requited and all the time Freya’s hand rested on the swelling in his pyjamas.
Jon broke away and swiftly removed her shapeless nightie.
Freya relinquished her hold on his erection while the nightie was removed
But as soon as her hand was free again it return south, this time unbuttoning his bottoms and then grasped his shaft roughly as they kissed again.
Jon’s hands went straight to her breasts which were the largest they had ever been in her life and they were beauties.
Her nipples were bigger too and swelled to a great size in Jon’s fingers.
Freya decided when she was ready and broke away to kneel on the bed. Jon stood behind her and cupped her breasts and said
“I really love you Freya, you are my life and my love”
Then she leant forward and presented her rear aspect to him and he gently penetrated her.
Initially he cupped her breasts, feeling the full weight of them in his palms but while he made love to her he preferred to rest his hands on her bump, stroking and caressing it as he gently took her to climax.
It was not the last occasion on which he made love to her during that pregnancy or subsequent pregnancies.
Jon loved Freya body and soul, whether that body was skinny or in the bloom of pregnancy, for the rest of his life.
Freya’s feelings for him were reciprocated with interest and she remained his and his alone until his death.
She looked even more stunning than usual with her strawberry blonde hair tied up beneath her veil.
She stood barely five feet tall even in her mother’s wedding dress she still looked slender and pale.
In line with tradition her skin flushed pink on her big day.
Freya was twenty eight years old but looked much younger and her mother was so happy on her daughter’s wedding day that she cried all through the ceremony.
Outside the church when the bride and groom emerged there was a traditional military honour guard and when she saw Sgt Lewis standing to attention with his comrades, she blushed as she remembered the last time she had seen him at attention.
But the amount of tears shed on the day of her daughter’s wedding were surpassed tenfold on the day Freya told her mother she was pregnant.
It was just over a year after the wedding and she was on the verge of her 30th birthday.
And over the following months the skinny five foot nothing, whippet thin and pale skinned strawberry blonde grew and grew.
From behind she didn’t look very different her bum was still pert and she still looked slim but at the front she was huge, her belly was round and full and her usually small tits had swollen to the size of melons.
In October Jon had been away on an exercise in Norway and when he returned he found Freya in a very strange mood.
Try as he might he couldn’t get to the bottom of it, until it was time for bed.
John had finished in the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed and watched his beautiful wife undressing.
First she unhooked the straps of her dungarees and let them fall to the floor then she pulled her jumper off over her head.
And then she noticed him watching her and she stopped and walked into the bathroom wearing just a t-shirt and maternity pants.
“How can you bare to look at me?” she asked and closed the bathroom door.
When she came back out ten minutes later she was wearing a large shapeless nighty.
“What’s the matter hon?” he asked her and took her hand
“I’m ugly” she said
“No, you’re beautiful Freya” he corrected her
“I’m a great fat lump” she said and started crying
Jon immediately put his arms around her to comfort her
“Darling you’re gorgeous” he said
“But I’m not the skinny nymph you fell in love with” she sobbed
“I’m a blimp”
“I think you’re lovely” Jon said “I think you’re sexy”
“I used to be lovely” she sobbed “I used to be sexy”
“You still are” he assured her
“I’m not” she insisted
He took her hand and kissed it, then lowered it to the bulge in his pyjamas
“You see I do think you’re sexy” Jon said “and so does he”
She looked down and the bulge and gave it a gentle squeeze then she returned her eyes to his and smiled and then she kissed him.
It was a long passionate kiss full of love requited and all the time Freya’s hand rested on the swelling in his pyjamas.
Jon broke away and swiftly removed her shapeless nightie.
Freya relinquished her hold on his erection while the nightie was removed
But as soon as her hand was free again it return south, this time unbuttoning his bottoms and then grasped his shaft roughly as they kissed again.
Jon’s hands went straight to her breasts which were the largest they had ever been in her life and they were beauties.
Her nipples were bigger too and swelled to a great size in Jon’s fingers.
Freya decided when she was ready and broke away to kneel on the bed. Jon stood behind her and cupped her breasts and said
“I really love you Freya, you are my life and my love”
Then she leant forward and presented her rear aspect to him and he gently penetrated her.
Initially he cupped her breasts, feeling the full weight of them in his palms but while he made love to her he preferred to rest his hands on her bump, stroking and caressing it as he gently took her to climax.
It was not the last occasion on which he made love to her during that pregnancy or subsequent pregnancies.
Jon loved Freya body and soul, whether that body was skinny or in the bloom of pregnancy, for the rest of his life.
Freya’s feelings for him were reciprocated with interest and she remained his and his alone until his death.
Friday, 10 February 2017
Freya St David, 17 – Goddess of Beauty
(Part One)
“Oh Jon, I love you” Freya said in the seconds following her orgasm.
And in response he kissed her hot panting mouth and replied.
“I love you too”
That was an entirely unexpected outcome for Freya, the thought that she loved him had never even crossed her mind.
She knew that she liked him from the first moment she met him but was that love?
To her great relief Jon said that he loved her too, but did he?
In the post coital hours they discussed at length the implications of their declarations and the basis on which they made them.
The outcome of their deliberations was that they were indeed in love and were victims of love at first sight.
This was something they had both heard of but didn’t actually believe was possible in reality.
They thought it was just the stuff of Romantic comedies.
However the implications of their joint declarations were self-evident and before they made love for a second time Jon made and Freya accepted his proposal of marriage.
Jon had never felt so proud and Freya had never known such happiness.
The wedding date was set for May and would take place in St Hilda’s church in Tipton, the village of her birth.
Her parents were ecstatic when Freya broke the news to them and when she introduced Jon to them they fell in love with him as well.
Freya St David, slender and pale skinned with strawberry blonde hair stood five foot nothing tall and was whippet thin and her mother was just an older version of her daughter.
Freya was twenty eight years old but looked much younger and her mum was beginning to think the day would never come when she could hand down to her daughter her own wedding dress.
Freya had been a singleton since her louse of a boyfriend, who she fully expected to marry, was now history.
She had suspected for some time that he was shagging her best friend, then out of the blue he confessed to her one night.
From that moment on Freya took her pleasures where she found them.
That was until the day when she was on her district nurse rounds and she met Captain Jon Hardman.
When her mum handed Freya the dress box she said
“You are the spit of me when I got married, I’d love you to wear this”
“What is it?” Freya asked
“Open it and see” she replied
Freya opened the box and her eyes widened as she unfolded it
“It’s beautiful” she said with tears welling up in her eyes
“Absolutely beautiful”
When she put it on it was a perfect fit and it was her mums turn to cry as her beautiful daughter wore her mother’s beautiful dress.
Freya stayed at her parents’ house on the night before the wedding and Jon stayed at a nearby Hotel.
But at about 9 o’clock she put on her raincoat and said to her parents
“I’m just going out for a bit”
“Is everything ok love?” her dad asked
“Yes dad” she replied “I just need some air”
“Don’t be late back” her mum said “big day tomorrow”
“Don’t worry I won’t be late to bed” she replied and closed the door.
(Part Two)
She drove the three miles to the Black Hog Hotel and went upstairs to room twelve and knocked on the door.
“Come in” he called and she opened the door.
Jon was lying on the bed in his dressing gown watching TV.
“Hello soldier boy” Freya said in her best London street walker voice.
“Hello darling” he said as she walked over to his side of the bed and kissed him.
“What are doing here?” he asked
Freya stood up and stood in front of the window and drew the curtains.
“I’ve come to show you what I’ll be wearing tomorrow” she said as she undid the belt on her raincoat
“I thought it was bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the wedding day”
“Well traditionally yes” she said “but this is for the groom’s eyes only”
And Freya let the coat fall to the floor.
Jon gasped as he looked at her standing with her back to him wearing white stockings, suspenders and a silk teddy.
“Do you think it will be bad luck to see me like this?” she asked coyly as she turned around to face him.
“Oh no not at all” he said
“Tonight it’s your good luck” she said and straddled him
His hands immediately found their way to her stocking tops and his fingers caressed the naked white flesh of her thighs.
“Am I going to get lucky tonight?” she asked and undid the belt on his dressing gown and pulled the two half open like the covers of a great tome.
“Oh yes I am” she said answering her own question after she had exposed his erection then she slipped the straps of her teddy off her shoulders and exposed her tiny breasts
“You’re a very naughty girl” Jon said and began to undo the poppers on the crotch of her teddy, one by one until there was no restriction of access.
Jon slid his hands under the teddy and sought out her plump little cheeks.
Freya leant forward and kissed him
“Just help yourself soldier boy” she said in the tarts voice
“I think I will” he replied and as he fondled her cheeks he kissed her breasts and took her little rosebud nipples between his lips.
Freya meanwhile was stroking his shaft and when he took a firmer hold of her buttocks and pulled her towards him she took that as a sign.
So with a look of intense concentration on her face Freya climbed aboard her husband to be.
This was not a tender loving union this was barely controlled lust he was firmly gripping her hips as she rode him like a jockey riding a galloping horse down the home straight.
All he could do was hold on and stare and her jiggling tits as she galloped on.
Then their eyes met and they both smiled as the strawberry haired Philly took them both across the finish line.
“Can we do it like that again tomorrow night?” he said
“Tomorrow night you can have me in the dress” Freya replied
Afterwards he completely undressed her and then he made love to her like he did the first time when they declared their love for each other.
“Oh Jon, I love you” Freya said in the seconds following her orgasm.
And in response he kissed her hot panting mouth and replied.
“I love you too”
That was an entirely unexpected outcome for Freya, the thought that she loved him had never even crossed her mind.
She knew that she liked him from the first moment she met him but was that love?
To her great relief Jon said that he loved her too, but did he?
In the post coital hours they discussed at length the implications of their declarations and the basis on which they made them.
The outcome of their deliberations was that they were indeed in love and were victims of love at first sight.
This was something they had both heard of but didn’t actually believe was possible in reality.
They thought it was just the stuff of Romantic comedies.
However the implications of their joint declarations were self-evident and before they made love for a second time Jon made and Freya accepted his proposal of marriage.
Jon had never felt so proud and Freya had never known such happiness.
The wedding date was set for May and would take place in St Hilda’s church in Tipton, the village of her birth.
Her parents were ecstatic when Freya broke the news to them and when she introduced Jon to them they fell in love with him as well.
Freya St David, slender and pale skinned with strawberry blonde hair stood five foot nothing tall and was whippet thin and her mother was just an older version of her daughter.
Freya was twenty eight years old but looked much younger and her mum was beginning to think the day would never come when she could hand down to her daughter her own wedding dress.
Freya had been a singleton since her louse of a boyfriend, who she fully expected to marry, was now history.
She had suspected for some time that he was shagging her best friend, then out of the blue he confessed to her one night.
From that moment on Freya took her pleasures where she found them.
That was until the day when she was on her district nurse rounds and she met Captain Jon Hardman.
When her mum handed Freya the dress box she said
“You are the spit of me when I got married, I’d love you to wear this”
“What is it?” Freya asked
“Open it and see” she replied
Freya opened the box and her eyes widened as she unfolded it
“It’s beautiful” she said with tears welling up in her eyes
“Absolutely beautiful”
When she put it on it was a perfect fit and it was her mums turn to cry as her beautiful daughter wore her mother’s beautiful dress.
Freya stayed at her parents’ house on the night before the wedding and Jon stayed at a nearby Hotel.
But at about 9 o’clock she put on her raincoat and said to her parents
“I’m just going out for a bit”
“Is everything ok love?” her dad asked
“Yes dad” she replied “I just need some air”
“Don’t be late back” her mum said “big day tomorrow”
“Don’t worry I won’t be late to bed” she replied and closed the door.
(Part Two)
She drove the three miles to the Black Hog Hotel and went upstairs to room twelve and knocked on the door.
“Come in” he called and she opened the door.
Jon was lying on the bed in his dressing gown watching TV.
“Hello soldier boy” Freya said in her best London street walker voice.
“Hello darling” he said as she walked over to his side of the bed and kissed him.
“What are doing here?” he asked
Freya stood up and stood in front of the window and drew the curtains.
“I’ve come to show you what I’ll be wearing tomorrow” she said as she undid the belt on her raincoat
“I thought it was bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the wedding day”
“Well traditionally yes” she said “but this is for the groom’s eyes only”
And Freya let the coat fall to the floor.
Jon gasped as he looked at her standing with her back to him wearing white stockings, suspenders and a silk teddy.
“Do you think it will be bad luck to see me like this?” she asked coyly as she turned around to face him.
“Oh no not at all” he said
“Tonight it’s your good luck” she said and straddled him
His hands immediately found their way to her stocking tops and his fingers caressed the naked white flesh of her thighs.
“Am I going to get lucky tonight?” she asked and undid the belt on his dressing gown and pulled the two half open like the covers of a great tome.
“Oh yes I am” she said answering her own question after she had exposed his erection then she slipped the straps of her teddy off her shoulders and exposed her tiny breasts
“You’re a very naughty girl” Jon said and began to undo the poppers on the crotch of her teddy, one by one until there was no restriction of access.
Jon slid his hands under the teddy and sought out her plump little cheeks.
Freya leant forward and kissed him
“Just help yourself soldier boy” she said in the tarts voice
“I think I will” he replied and as he fondled her cheeks he kissed her breasts and took her little rosebud nipples between his lips.
Freya meanwhile was stroking his shaft and when he took a firmer hold of her buttocks and pulled her towards him she took that as a sign.
So with a look of intense concentration on her face Freya climbed aboard her husband to be.
This was not a tender loving union this was barely controlled lust he was firmly gripping her hips as she rode him like a jockey riding a galloping horse down the home straight.
All he could do was hold on and stare and her jiggling tits as she galloped on.
Then their eyes met and they both smiled as the strawberry haired Philly took them both across the finish line.
“Can we do it like that again tomorrow night?” he said
“Tomorrow night you can have me in the dress” Freya replied
Afterwards he completely undressed her and then he made love to her like he did the first time when they declared their love for each other.
Thursday, 9 February 2017
Freya St David, 16 – Goddess of Love
(Part One)
As she waited outside the restaurant Freya was doubly pleased.
The Sunday News had published the story about Carrington Chase School and it had snowballed day by day.
The school had haemorrhaged pupils since the story broke with an almost perpetual stream of angry parents picking up their charges.
The headmistress Ms Hardacre had been sacked by the school governors but the papers wouldn’t let go and fresh revelations about her surfaced in each subsequent addition.
Freya felt no pity for her though, justice had been served.
The main reason for her happiness however was that she was meeting Captain Hardman again.
It was a strange feeling for Freya, she actually had butterflies in her tummy.
She had never had that happen before even when she was a school girl.
Freya was well and truly smitten.
She wondered if the effect of not hearing from him for so long had intensified her feelings.
After all she had only met him twice, once briefly at the home of one of her patients and a second time at the Summer Ball.
But whatever the reason for it he had filled her thoughts every day since the Ball.
His regiment, the Downshire Light Infantry, had left Afghanistan after a particularly bloody tour which cost them, 11 dead and 8 wounded.
They had a brief period of R&R in Germany before returning to the UK and this period prompted a flurry of emails between the two of them and they had begun the process of getting to know each other.
It was a kind of Q & A back and forth so they could slowly build up a picture of each other.
Freya didn’t want to lie but she couldn’t tell the entire truth of course.
After all her behaviour during her latter teenage years and even more so since she split with her last boyfriend was morally reprehensible.
“Bloody nice though” she said to herself
Jon told her that the thought of seeing her again had kept him going at his lowest moments.
She was not some little princess or in any way an innocent, which may not have fitted with the girl he stood on the pedestal.
She had already decided that she would curb her appetites and give, whatever feelings, or the glimmer of feelings, she had for Jonathon Hardman every possible chance to mature.
She had decided that she wouldn’t lie but she would perhaps reinvent herself.
Jon, despite being a soldier was not as worldly wise when it came to women and he had a much less colourful sex life.
In fact he hadn’t been entirely truthful with her in that regard either, in fact he had rather exaggerated the number of his lovers.
He knew she was a nurse and didn’t expect Freya to be unblemished and wasn’t blind to the fact that she would have seen the ugly side of life and would not be an innocent.
Because Freya was nervous about seeing him again she was early, about half an hour early, which under the circumstances was a mistake because it gave her too much time to think.
She wanted it to be so perfect and all she could think of was all the things that might go wrong.
(Part Two)
The last time he had seen her was at the annual Summer Ball at the Abbottsford Regents Hotel.
When Freya was wearing a knee length emerald green dress that hugged her figure beautifully and her shoulder length Strawberry blonde hair danced around the nape of her neck.
And that was the image that was burned into his brain unfortunately she wouldn’t be wearing that outfit.
And that was his biggest fear, that he wouldn’t be able to recognise her.
He knew Freya was a small girl, no more than five feet tall, slim, small bust, but with a lovely shape and stunning legs.
But would he recognize her out of context.
However when Jon walked into the plaza there she was, Freya St David the pretty nurse with strawberry coloured hair, standing barely five feet tall, slender pale and every bit as beautiful as he remembered.
When, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted him and her skin instantly flushed pink and she looked like she had been freshly scrubbed.
She daren’t turn around to watch him approach so she took a deep breath and resolutely looked in the opposite direction.
“Hello Freya” Jon said
“Oh hi” she said acting surprised
Any fears or apprehensions they may have had at the beginning had long since disappeared by the end of evening.
Freya thought he was even more handsome than she remembered and she really liked him, really liked him.
And she believed that by the way he was looking at her he really liked her too.
But when they got to Freya’s house much to her disappointment he just kissed her check and thanked her for a lovely evening and left her standing there, horny.
But as she lay beneath her clean duvet satisfying herself in the darkness it was Jon she was thinking of.
Further dates followed and they always went the same way they would have an immensely enjoyable evening ending with a kiss on the doorstep of Freya’s house and her doing herself in the darkness.
She knew that he fancied her as much as she did him so she didn’t understand why he hadn’t slept with her yet.
Admittedly the quality and quantity of kissing had increased exponentially with each successive date.
But if she couldn’t get him into her house she had no chance of getting him into her bed.
Now a woman of Freya’s undoubted skills with men could easily jump his bones if she chose.
But she wanted him to seduce her, she wanted to be wooed and courted but most of all she wanted him.
Freya wanted their first time to be perfect, she just didn’t know how long she could wait for perfection to put in an appearance.
So she had to seduce him in such a way that he would think he was seducing her.
And she went about this by inviting Jon to her house for supper for their next date.
(Part Three)
After inviting Jon around for supper Freya was faced with two problems.
The first one was that if she was to succeed in her goal then subtlety would be the order of the day which was not a quality she possessed in any significant amount.
While the second was something rather more fundamental she couldn’t really cook in fact she couldn’t cook at all.
However the second problem was easily solved in the end.
One of the regulars on her rounds was a great cook and when she asked her for advice on what to serve she volunteered to cook it for her and then she would just need to warm it through on the night and her daughter even made the deserts.
Freya’s one and only contribution was to make the prawn cocktail starters and of course her other contribution was to look gorgeous and eminently beddable.
So came the night and Freya looked stunning and wearing a simple little black dress and quite frankly as edible as any other offering on the menu.
The meal was a great success and was consumed heartily along with a quantity of wine.
They ended up on the sofa and Freya was burning with desire, Jon meanwhile was trying to summon up the courage to kiss her and was looking anxious.
Freya just wanted to jump him right there on the sofa.
And she was just deciding that perfection wasn’t all it was cracked up to be when he leant over and kissed her.
The kissing on the sofa had progressed very satisfactorily and she was getting increasingly hot, and increasingly impatient.
Their lips parted and Jon looked deeply into her eyes and said
“I want you”
“Thank you God” Freya said in her head, but out loud she said
“I want you too”
And would have been happy to do him right where he sat and no one was more surprised than Freya when she said
“Let me go up first and get ready”
She didn’t have a clue where it had come from but judging by the look on his face it seemed to have been well received by Jon.
Freya smiled and kissed him gently on the lips and added
“Give me five minutes”
She got up from the sofa and went upstairs slowly and controlled, but inside her head she was singing and dancing and the moment she got into her bedroom she stripped naked in thirty seconds flat.
(Part Four)
The door closed behind him after he entered Freya’s room and he saw she was lying in bed with only her head and shoulders visible and was wearing as far as he could tell absolutely nothing.
What he couldn’t see beneath the duvet was that her fingers were preparing the ground for him as she watched him undress.
When he got down to his pants he turned his back to her and quickly slipped into bed.
This act of shyness endeared him to her even more and she rolled over to greet him.
“It was the thought of this moment that kept me going in Afghanistan” He said
“Really?” she replied “I hope you’re not disappointed”
“So far so good” he said and cuddled up closer to her.
“Well hon I’ve been waiting for this moment too” Freya said
And in response he kissed her lips softly and when she responded the kiss grew in intensity as their tongues entwined and the pent up want and need was released as their hands explored and caressed each other’s bodies beneath the duvet.
Freya had turned onto her side as he got into bed and had cuddled up to face Jon but while they were kissing he rolled her gently onto her back.
Freya would normally have taken control at that point and already have been aboard him but for their first time she relinquished control and emitted a soft melodic murmur of approval as his fingers probed her.
He kissed her small breasts and sucked her needle hard nipples and Freya was biting her lip.
Her murmurs had become soft moans of pleasure in response to his rhythmic fingering.
His mouth left her breasts and he kissed her and as their tongues explored each other’s mouths once more he prepared to mount her.
In wanton eagerness she spread her legs wide and he positioned his self between her thighs, then he stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes as he slowly slid into her.
Freya sucked in air through her teeth at the instance of penetration and then closed her eyes as she leant her head back into the pillow and moaned coarsely.
It was a tender affair, longer in duration and more sensual than she had ever experienced before and Freya began to writhe beneath him as her body received him over and over and she became increasingly vociferous in response.
And Jon was not silent in his appreciation of her.
Freya squirmed beneath him as she reached that sweet moment of ecstasy until a deliciously sweet utterance as she climaxed and said breathlessly
“Oh Jon, I love you”
And in response he kissed her hot panting mouth and replied.
“I love you too”
As she waited outside the restaurant Freya was doubly pleased.
The Sunday News had published the story about Carrington Chase School and it had snowballed day by day.
The school had haemorrhaged pupils since the story broke with an almost perpetual stream of angry parents picking up their charges.
The headmistress Ms Hardacre had been sacked by the school governors but the papers wouldn’t let go and fresh revelations about her surfaced in each subsequent addition.
Freya felt no pity for her though, justice had been served.
The main reason for her happiness however was that she was meeting Captain Hardman again.
It was a strange feeling for Freya, she actually had butterflies in her tummy.
She had never had that happen before even when she was a school girl.
Freya was well and truly smitten.
She wondered if the effect of not hearing from him for so long had intensified her feelings.
After all she had only met him twice, once briefly at the home of one of her patients and a second time at the Summer Ball.
But whatever the reason for it he had filled her thoughts every day since the Ball.
His regiment, the Downshire Light Infantry, had left Afghanistan after a particularly bloody tour which cost them, 11 dead and 8 wounded.
They had a brief period of R&R in Germany before returning to the UK and this period prompted a flurry of emails between the two of them and they had begun the process of getting to know each other.
It was a kind of Q & A back and forth so they could slowly build up a picture of each other.
Freya didn’t want to lie but she couldn’t tell the entire truth of course.
After all her behaviour during her latter teenage years and even more so since she split with her last boyfriend was morally reprehensible.
“Bloody nice though” she said to herself
Jon told her that the thought of seeing her again had kept him going at his lowest moments.
She was not some little princess or in any way an innocent, which may not have fitted with the girl he stood on the pedestal.
She had already decided that she would curb her appetites and give, whatever feelings, or the glimmer of feelings, she had for Jonathon Hardman every possible chance to mature.
She had decided that she wouldn’t lie but she would perhaps reinvent herself.
Jon, despite being a soldier was not as worldly wise when it came to women and he had a much less colourful sex life.
In fact he hadn’t been entirely truthful with her in that regard either, in fact he had rather exaggerated the number of his lovers.
He knew she was a nurse and didn’t expect Freya to be unblemished and wasn’t blind to the fact that she would have seen the ugly side of life and would not be an innocent.
Because Freya was nervous about seeing him again she was early, about half an hour early, which under the circumstances was a mistake because it gave her too much time to think.
She wanted it to be so perfect and all she could think of was all the things that might go wrong.
(Part Two)
The last time he had seen her was at the annual Summer Ball at the Abbottsford Regents Hotel.
When Freya was wearing a knee length emerald green dress that hugged her figure beautifully and her shoulder length Strawberry blonde hair danced around the nape of her neck.
And that was the image that was burned into his brain unfortunately she wouldn’t be wearing that outfit.
And that was his biggest fear, that he wouldn’t be able to recognise her.
He knew Freya was a small girl, no more than five feet tall, slim, small bust, but with a lovely shape and stunning legs.
But would he recognize her out of context.
However when Jon walked into the plaza there she was, Freya St David the pretty nurse with strawberry coloured hair, standing barely five feet tall, slender pale and every bit as beautiful as he remembered.
When, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted him and her skin instantly flushed pink and she looked like she had been freshly scrubbed.
She daren’t turn around to watch him approach so she took a deep breath and resolutely looked in the opposite direction.
“Hello Freya” Jon said
“Oh hi” she said acting surprised
Any fears or apprehensions they may have had at the beginning had long since disappeared by the end of evening.
Freya thought he was even more handsome than she remembered and she really liked him, really liked him.
And she believed that by the way he was looking at her he really liked her too.
But when they got to Freya’s house much to her disappointment he just kissed her check and thanked her for a lovely evening and left her standing there, horny.
But as she lay beneath her clean duvet satisfying herself in the darkness it was Jon she was thinking of.
Further dates followed and they always went the same way they would have an immensely enjoyable evening ending with a kiss on the doorstep of Freya’s house and her doing herself in the darkness.
She knew that he fancied her as much as she did him so she didn’t understand why he hadn’t slept with her yet.
Admittedly the quality and quantity of kissing had increased exponentially with each successive date.
But if she couldn’t get him into her house she had no chance of getting him into her bed.
Now a woman of Freya’s undoubted skills with men could easily jump his bones if she chose.
But she wanted him to seduce her, she wanted to be wooed and courted but most of all she wanted him.
Freya wanted their first time to be perfect, she just didn’t know how long she could wait for perfection to put in an appearance.
So she had to seduce him in such a way that he would think he was seducing her.
And she went about this by inviting Jon to her house for supper for their next date.
(Part Three)
After inviting Jon around for supper Freya was faced with two problems.
The first one was that if she was to succeed in her goal then subtlety would be the order of the day which was not a quality she possessed in any significant amount.
While the second was something rather more fundamental she couldn’t really cook in fact she couldn’t cook at all.
However the second problem was easily solved in the end.
One of the regulars on her rounds was a great cook and when she asked her for advice on what to serve she volunteered to cook it for her and then she would just need to warm it through on the night and her daughter even made the deserts.
Freya’s one and only contribution was to make the prawn cocktail starters and of course her other contribution was to look gorgeous and eminently beddable.
So came the night and Freya looked stunning and wearing a simple little black dress and quite frankly as edible as any other offering on the menu.
The meal was a great success and was consumed heartily along with a quantity of wine.
They ended up on the sofa and Freya was burning with desire, Jon meanwhile was trying to summon up the courage to kiss her and was looking anxious.
Freya just wanted to jump him right there on the sofa.
And she was just deciding that perfection wasn’t all it was cracked up to be when he leant over and kissed her.
The kissing on the sofa had progressed very satisfactorily and she was getting increasingly hot, and increasingly impatient.
Their lips parted and Jon looked deeply into her eyes and said
“I want you”
“Thank you God” Freya said in her head, but out loud she said
“I want you too”
And would have been happy to do him right where he sat and no one was more surprised than Freya when she said
“Let me go up first and get ready”
She didn’t have a clue where it had come from but judging by the look on his face it seemed to have been well received by Jon.
Freya smiled and kissed him gently on the lips and added
“Give me five minutes”
She got up from the sofa and went upstairs slowly and controlled, but inside her head she was singing and dancing and the moment she got into her bedroom she stripped naked in thirty seconds flat.
(Part Four)
The door closed behind him after he entered Freya’s room and he saw she was lying in bed with only her head and shoulders visible and was wearing as far as he could tell absolutely nothing.
What he couldn’t see beneath the duvet was that her fingers were preparing the ground for him as she watched him undress.
When he got down to his pants he turned his back to her and quickly slipped into bed.
This act of shyness endeared him to her even more and she rolled over to greet him.
“It was the thought of this moment that kept me going in Afghanistan” He said
“Really?” she replied “I hope you’re not disappointed”
“So far so good” he said and cuddled up closer to her.
“Well hon I’ve been waiting for this moment too” Freya said
And in response he kissed her lips softly and when she responded the kiss grew in intensity as their tongues entwined and the pent up want and need was released as their hands explored and caressed each other’s bodies beneath the duvet.
Freya had turned onto her side as he got into bed and had cuddled up to face Jon but while they were kissing he rolled her gently onto her back.
Freya would normally have taken control at that point and already have been aboard him but for their first time she relinquished control and emitted a soft melodic murmur of approval as his fingers probed her.
He kissed her small breasts and sucked her needle hard nipples and Freya was biting her lip.
Her murmurs had become soft moans of pleasure in response to his rhythmic fingering.
His mouth left her breasts and he kissed her and as their tongues explored each other’s mouths once more he prepared to mount her.
In wanton eagerness she spread her legs wide and he positioned his self between her thighs, then he stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes as he slowly slid into her.
Freya sucked in air through her teeth at the instance of penetration and then closed her eyes as she leant her head back into the pillow and moaned coarsely.
It was a tender affair, longer in duration and more sensual than she had ever experienced before and Freya began to writhe beneath him as her body received him over and over and she became increasingly vociferous in response.
And Jon was not silent in his appreciation of her.
Freya squirmed beneath him as she reached that sweet moment of ecstasy until a deliciously sweet utterance as she climaxed and said breathlessly
“Oh Jon, I love you”
And in response he kissed her hot panting mouth and replied.
“I love you too”
Wednesday, 8 February 2017
Freya St David, 15 – Goddess of Divination
(Part One)
Freya St David stood barely five feet tall and was slender and pale and the evening sun shone on her strawberry blonde hair.
Freya was twenty eight years old but looked much younger and as a result she was much desired and she was a first class flirt.
She was a singleton since her louse of a boyfriend, who she expecting to marry was now history, she had suspected for some time that he was shagging her best friend then out of the blue he confessed to her one night.
From that moment on Freya took her pleasures where she found them.
She was a district nurse, a very pretty district nurse and was very experienced and well respected.
Freya’s head was in a spin because she had finally had word from Captain Hardman.
It was strange the effect of not hearing from him for so long, after all she had only met him twice, once briefly at the home of one of her patients and a second time at the Summer Ball.
Yet he had filled her thoughts every day since the Ball.
His regiment had left Afghanistan and because it had been a particularly bloody tour, which had cost 11 dead and 8 wounded from the Downshire’s it was currently in Germany for R&R before returning to the UK.
This initial contact from the Captain prompted a flurry of emails between the two of them.
But this was happy news for Freya and she looked forward to him coming home.
However the obvious happiness she felt over his return was tempered by the affair of the dead schoolgirl.
Freya had witnessed the accident and rendered first aid and subsequently followed up the case at the Churchill Hospital.
Sadly the girl, Pauline Yeo, a student at a local boarding school, Carrington Chase, had been mortally injured when she was hit by a car.
The parents were in Hong Kong at the time and they were not expected to arrive in the UK before the girl passed.
Freya was horrified that a twelve year old girl was going to die alone and she was further angered by the fact that the girls school weren’t prepared to send anyone to be with Pauline as she slipped away.
It was Freya who sat with her through the night and was holding her hand as she died.
She really wanted to tell the Yeo’s how appallingly the school had behaved to Pauline but couldn’t bring herself to impose on their grief.
So she decided instead to try to get the interest of the newspapers but even the “Sunday News” a paper known less than affectionately as the “Sunday Screws” brushed her off.
She was given the name of a freelance journalist Bob Philips who was renowned for being tenacious and he took all the information,
a copy of the medical file, a sworn statement by the attending physician Dr Gossage and most damning of all the recording of the telephone conversation with the headmistress Ms Hardacre, and wrote the story but even he was blocked at every turn.
And the words of the headmistress Ms Hardacre echoed in her head.
“This school has a lot of friends to deal with the likes of you”
And clearly those friends were being well employed.
So she used her powers of divination and could foresee a solution for Freya had a wealthy and powerful friend of her own.
(Part Two)
James Boazman was one of her private patients, or more accurately Amanda Boazman was the recipient of her nursing skills and during her time at the house James benefited from Freya’s other talents.
He was a good looking man in his early forties slim and even elegant and he always smelt gorgeous.
“Hello James” she said as he opened the door
“Freya! What a wonderful surprise” James said “Come in”
His poor wife Amanda had passed away some weeks before and she noticed the change in him immediately, the strain had left his eyes and the weight had left his shoulders.
They sat in the lounge and Freya made an impassioned plea for help about how she wanted to give the story to the papers and the way it was being blocked by powerful friends of the school.
Then she played him the recording of the conversation with the headmistress.
“No one at that school cared enough about that poor girl” she said “they were heartless”
“Which journalist did you give the story to?” he asked
“Bob Philips” she replied
“I know Bob, he’s a good man and if he says he’s being blocked then he is being blocked” James said “and someone is definitely using their influence”
He paused for a moment and then said
“However I own the Sunday News”
So when everything was settled, James asked something of her, although there was no suggestion of any quid pro quo.
“Could we make love one last time?”
She was reluctant, she had already decided that she would curb her appetites and give, whatever feelings, or the glimmer of feelings, she had for Jonathon Hardman every possible chance to mature.
“When Amanda was alive and we did it, I felt guilty, I felt it was a betrayal”
He went on
“Now I am alone and I could enjoy you guilt free”
“Ok” Freya said as she stood up and took his hand.
Freya led him upstairs to the bedroom where she had nursed Amada.
As soon as they got in the room Freya kicked off her shoes and then steered James to the bed and began undoing his trousers.
After undoing the belt and releasing the button she yanked down the zip and his trousers which descended quickly to his ankles.
Freya then grabbed the waistband of his pants and removed their contents.
She sank to her knees and her mouth engulfed his organ
"oh Freya” he said in blissful enjoyment.
However after a minute or so and before he reached the point of no return he withdrew from her mouth and pulled her to her feet.
He kicked his pants and trousers away and pulled his shirt off over his head.
“Now it’s your turn” he said and he gleefully removed every item until the five foot nothing, whippet thin nymph with the strawberry blonde hair was completely naked.
The pale skinned topography of pink flushed flesh interrupted by a neat ginger triangle
“Now get on the bed,” she ordered and in response James kissed her moistly on the mouth which was quickly curtailed
“I said get on the bed” she reiterated, “I’m the expert remember, so get on the bed”
He obliged and climbed on the bed and lay in the middle on his back
“And take your socks off” she added a request to which he complied
Freya then climbed on the bed and then on him and with practised expertise impaled herself on him like a piece of meat on a skewer and out of gratitude she rode him until they both reached a satisfying guilt free crescendo.
Afterwards as he watched Freya redressing he let out a low sigh of contentment.
A week later the Sunday News ran a story on the front page headlined “Scandalous Neglect at Carrington Chase”
Freya St David stood barely five feet tall and was slender and pale and the evening sun shone on her strawberry blonde hair.
Freya was twenty eight years old but looked much younger and as a result she was much desired and she was a first class flirt.
She was a singleton since her louse of a boyfriend, who she expecting to marry was now history, she had suspected for some time that he was shagging her best friend then out of the blue he confessed to her one night.
From that moment on Freya took her pleasures where she found them.
She was a district nurse, a very pretty district nurse and was very experienced and well respected.
Freya’s head was in a spin because she had finally had word from Captain Hardman.
It was strange the effect of not hearing from him for so long, after all she had only met him twice, once briefly at the home of one of her patients and a second time at the Summer Ball.
Yet he had filled her thoughts every day since the Ball.
His regiment had left Afghanistan and because it had been a particularly bloody tour, which had cost 11 dead and 8 wounded from the Downshire’s it was currently in Germany for R&R before returning to the UK.
This initial contact from the Captain prompted a flurry of emails between the two of them.
But this was happy news for Freya and she looked forward to him coming home.
However the obvious happiness she felt over his return was tempered by the affair of the dead schoolgirl.
Freya had witnessed the accident and rendered first aid and subsequently followed up the case at the Churchill Hospital.
Sadly the girl, Pauline Yeo, a student at a local boarding school, Carrington Chase, had been mortally injured when she was hit by a car.
The parents were in Hong Kong at the time and they were not expected to arrive in the UK before the girl passed.
Freya was horrified that a twelve year old girl was going to die alone and she was further angered by the fact that the girls school weren’t prepared to send anyone to be with Pauline as she slipped away.
It was Freya who sat with her through the night and was holding her hand as she died.
She really wanted to tell the Yeo’s how appallingly the school had behaved to Pauline but couldn’t bring herself to impose on their grief.
So she decided instead to try to get the interest of the newspapers but even the “Sunday News” a paper known less than affectionately as the “Sunday Screws” brushed her off.
She was given the name of a freelance journalist Bob Philips who was renowned for being tenacious and he took all the information,
a copy of the medical file, a sworn statement by the attending physician Dr Gossage and most damning of all the recording of the telephone conversation with the headmistress Ms Hardacre, and wrote the story but even he was blocked at every turn.
And the words of the headmistress Ms Hardacre echoed in her head.
“This school has a lot of friends to deal with the likes of you”
And clearly those friends were being well employed.
So she used her powers of divination and could foresee a solution for Freya had a wealthy and powerful friend of her own.
(Part Two)
James Boazman was one of her private patients, or more accurately Amanda Boazman was the recipient of her nursing skills and during her time at the house James benefited from Freya’s other talents.
He was a good looking man in his early forties slim and even elegant and he always smelt gorgeous.
“Hello James” she said as he opened the door
“Freya! What a wonderful surprise” James said “Come in”
His poor wife Amanda had passed away some weeks before and she noticed the change in him immediately, the strain had left his eyes and the weight had left his shoulders.
They sat in the lounge and Freya made an impassioned plea for help about how she wanted to give the story to the papers and the way it was being blocked by powerful friends of the school.
Then she played him the recording of the conversation with the headmistress.
“No one at that school cared enough about that poor girl” she said “they were heartless”
“Which journalist did you give the story to?” he asked
“Bob Philips” she replied
“I know Bob, he’s a good man and if he says he’s being blocked then he is being blocked” James said “and someone is definitely using their influence”
He paused for a moment and then said
“However I own the Sunday News”
So when everything was settled, James asked something of her, although there was no suggestion of any quid pro quo.
“Could we make love one last time?”
She was reluctant, she had already decided that she would curb her appetites and give, whatever feelings, or the glimmer of feelings, she had for Jonathon Hardman every possible chance to mature.
“When Amanda was alive and we did it, I felt guilty, I felt it was a betrayal”
He went on
“Now I am alone and I could enjoy you guilt free”
“Ok” Freya said as she stood up and took his hand.
Freya led him upstairs to the bedroom where she had nursed Amada.
As soon as they got in the room Freya kicked off her shoes and then steered James to the bed and began undoing his trousers.
After undoing the belt and releasing the button she yanked down the zip and his trousers which descended quickly to his ankles.
Freya then grabbed the waistband of his pants and removed their contents.
She sank to her knees and her mouth engulfed his organ
"oh Freya” he said in blissful enjoyment.
However after a minute or so and before he reached the point of no return he withdrew from her mouth and pulled her to her feet.
He kicked his pants and trousers away and pulled his shirt off over his head.
“Now it’s your turn” he said and he gleefully removed every item until the five foot nothing, whippet thin nymph with the strawberry blonde hair was completely naked.
The pale skinned topography of pink flushed flesh interrupted by a neat ginger triangle
“Now get on the bed,” she ordered and in response James kissed her moistly on the mouth which was quickly curtailed
“I said get on the bed” she reiterated, “I’m the expert remember, so get on the bed”
He obliged and climbed on the bed and lay in the middle on his back
“And take your socks off” she added a request to which he complied
Freya then climbed on the bed and then on him and with practised expertise impaled herself on him like a piece of meat on a skewer and out of gratitude she rode him until they both reached a satisfying guilt free crescendo.
Afterwards as he watched Freya redressing he let out a low sigh of contentment.
A week later the Sunday News ran a story on the front page headlined “Scandalous Neglect at Carrington Chase”
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