Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (01) Legally Binding

(Part 01)

Fifty year old Yvonne Makin is a former masseur who along with her husband Clive ran a small country Spa Hotel in the village of Pangmere on the Finchbottom road and they were doing very nicely thank you, or so she thought.
However after her husband’s death she realised that the business she thought was thriving was in fact in dire straits.
As a result she was faced with some very hard choices to make, sell up, sell out or change direction.
She was a small dark haired woman who had maintained her figure well over the years, and was still considered attractive, but the strain of trying to keep the business afloat was beginning to tell.
She had bags under her eyes and was losing weight she could ill afford to lose and her once chestnut hair was streaked with grey.
But finally after weeks of uncertainty and sleepless nights a solution presented itself and that much needed solution eventually came about in a very serendipitous manner.

It all happened as a result of Yvonne’s efforts to increase the numbers using the Spa, even a small increase in trade would have been beneficial.
So in an attempt, bordering on desperation, and in order to revive her fortunes, she placed adds in several bridal magazines extolling the benefits of having a hen party at a Spa Hotel, detailing all the treatments, plus a bar and restaurant.
And the response to the ad was even more promising that she could possibly have dreamed of, mainly because she hadn’t even considered that the spa weekend idea would be taken on board by hens and stags alike.
For a while it looked like her idea was truly inspired and verged on the genius and it looked to all the world that it was destined to save the business.

Things were going so well, Yvonne had even started sleeping soundly again but then came the weekend when they had a hen party and stag booked in at the same time, even though they were not the two halves of the same wedding, the writing should have been on the wall.
Yvonne took it in her stride however and with carful management, both groups appeared to be having a great time and there was no crossover of parties, until that is the quantity of alcohol eroded all inhibitions to such an extent that the libidinous and lascivious urges won out and the lusty room hopping took over.
And it wasn’t just an isolated incident either, it was a case of Stag on Hen, Stag on Stag and Hen on Hen, in fact it had in a very short space of time turned into an anything goes full on orgy.
Even the Groom in waiting was involved and was found tied to a four poster bed, being beaten on the buttocks with ping pong bats by the maid of honour and the bride to be of the other party.

(Part 02)

Although the Hen and Stag Spa weekend turned out to be an unmitigated disaster in terms of what it was supposed to be, a great time was had by all, as was one girl in particular, by the name of Kylie.
But far from damaging the Hotels reputation it led to a spate of enquiries from those who were looking for the more exotic off menu activities.

So as a result of that mad sex and alcohol fuelled Saturday night Yvonne had the idea to close the traditional loss making Spa Hotel and open the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.
Massages were still on the menu but always had a “happy ending”
Saunas also still featured in the new regime they were just much steamier.
Some would stay at the Hotel for varying durations while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins.
Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers or even one timers but the majority were frequent flyers on the erotica express.

Many of the staff from the old business stayed on to give the new trade a go, most of them merely continued in their old roles,
Cook’s, laundry staff, waiters, waitresses, cleaners, bar staff, housemaids, and maintenance staff.
Whereas others chose a career change and stayed on in a different capacity.
For example Howard Dixon, who was a rather ordinary looking forty year old reflexology therapist, who it transpired had a foot fetish which during his work at the spa he was never able to fully act upon.
So for him the change from Spa Hotel to sin palace was manna from heaven and he had managed to turn a hobby into a very lucrative profession.
Yvonne was surprised at the speed at which Howard had built up a regular clientele, she hadn’t fully realised just how many foot freaks there were in Downshire.

The surprise package of the transition was Aidan McCauley who was the quiet and unassuming odd job man at the Hotel who would never have said boo to a goose in his old life.
But when Aidan was transformed into his alter ego and he was dressed head to toe in black leather and wearing a heavily studded ski mask, he found his true voice and he could not be silenced.

Two other survivors of the old Spa days were the undoubted stars of the infamous Stag/Hen orgy night, who were in fact the bride to be, Cathy Ridge, and her maid of honour, at the wedding that never was, Lucy Thomas, who were now two of her best “performers” in the S and M rooms, where they had access to a lot more than ping pong bats to use in their arsenal.

(Part 03)

Callum McDonnell, who was the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, was a gently spoken, good looking and very muscular man who also turned out to be particular well sort after by the punters in the new business, due partly to the fact he was very good looking and fit, but it was much more likely because he was hung like a horse, well maybe not a horse but certainly a decent sized pony.
He was also very popular with the ladies who liked a firm hand as he was extremely well versed in the spanking department as he had hands like shovels.

But perhaps the two most versatile of those who had embarked upon a new career choice were Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kerry Freeborn, they had formerly worked in the pool and sauna suite but chose to make the change to amongst other things, dominatrix, although not exclusively.
Claire was a skinny and flat chested brunette, and she wore her hair in a pixie cut which worked perfectly with her elfin features.
Kelly on the other hand was more substantially made and had a voluptuous figure, and what Claire called “Lego hair” which was thick and ginger.
They were both 5ft 4 inches tall but Kelly looked taller because of her Lego hair.
As the pair were quite adventurous in their own sex life they were really open to anything, and dabbled in anything and everything and as they were both approaching 30 they were not naïve about the ways of the world, so nothing phased them.
There was one man, a regular visitor, who liked to sit naked on the lavatory, masturbating obviously, as a succession of girls walked into the bathroom pulled down their knickers and pee’d in the bath.
Not that it was just the men that were weird a woman in her sixties liked to lay naked in the empty bath and have Callum urinated on her.

Claire and Kelly took pleasure from everything they turned their hand to and one of the bonuses, other than the fact they got horny a lot, was that they didn’t need to be nice to any of them in fact you could be rude to them very rude, in fact in some cases the ruder the better.
But they liked the dominatrix role because they really enjoyed punishing men.
However not that all the customers on the receiving end of a beating were men it was in fact not far off 50-50 so they got to play with some very pretty women as well.

Yvonne Makin didn’t participate in any of the sessions herself, she liked to remain at arm’s length, but she did like to supervise, which she did quite diligently, and she became something of a voyeur over the months and liked to watch events through the two way mirrors and she would sometimes satisfy herself in the darkness.
With business doing so well she no longer suffered sleepless nights through worry, but had many nights where she was sleep deprived because despite being a widow she enjoyed a very heathy sex life with a local Chief Superintendent, Martin Reed, who would pop into the Hotel most nights and pop into Yvonne while her was there and fill her boots.

(Part 04)

When it was a Spa Hotel Yvonne and her husband Clive prided themselves on the variety of services and treatments that the Spa could offer.
So when she set up the House of Fun she was determined to adopt the same principles.
The biggest problem was the price list she knew how much the Spa charged for a massage but had no idea what the “happy ending” should cost.
So everyone involved went to on line forums to try and ascertain what the going rate for a spank was, a hand job as well as the more colourful and kinky items.
And after diligent use of the interweb they came up with a basic price list.

It turned out to be a very lucrative business indeed and it seemed the weirder the request from a patron was the more she could charge them for it.
Having carte blanche however did not mean that there was an “anything goes” policy there were still plenty of things that were well off menu and deviances that would not be entertained under any circumstance.
Under 18’s were a no no, animals of any description were not permitted on the premises, not even snakes which for some seemed to be a must have for erotica.
One request that was very firmly refused came from a retired high court judge who wanted to lay beneath a glass topped table while a man defecated above it.

It wasn’t always about the physical, one ex professional rugby player paid handsomely for the privilege of sniffing the girl’s soiled knickers which had to be stored in Tupperware boxes to keep them “fresh”.

An old Shakespearean actor liked watching Claire hovering his room wearing nothing but wellington boots and a retired vicar liked to be walked up and down the corridor wearing a dog collar.
Voyeurism was very popular and some two way mirror were installed in a number of rooms for the peepers.
Although some wanted to be in the room with the couple during the act, that was very expensive, in fact, any request the deviated from the norm was extra and anything that the client “insisted on” doubled or trebled the price.
Some of the request that were made were more bizarre than others and were more akin to “Children in Need” challenges.
A woman having her breast covered in peanut butter or a man having his genitals painted with warm honey.

There was also a lot of dressing up involved so they had amassed quite a wardrobe for the punters delight which cost a fortune but if the clients wanted them then they could have them but of course they came at a price, which partly covered the cleaning bill, not all fabrics are wipe clean.

A lot of what the staff did was less about sex and more about humiliation, whether it was verbal chastisement, or psychological bullying or actual physical punishment or just being tied up or restrained.
Some of the punishment were bordering on torture for example a university professor enjoyed punishment by Tens machine which involved having the electrodes connected the parts of him that should only feel the tingle of sexual anticipation and not an electric current.

(Part 05)

After the first 12 months the business was really thriving and they had a steady core of regulars and plenty of newbies to keep everyone occupied.
But as well as things were going it wasn’t busy every day, Mondays in particular were normally very quiet and everyone got a bit bored or got down and dirty themselves in a quiet corner.
Yvonne turned a blind eye to the staff having sex on the premises during work hours, after all doing what they did all day, they were bound to get a bit horny.
But as liberal as she was she didn’t encourage sex between her staff and the customers, it certainly wasn’t part of the services on offer.
But if it was mutually desired then that was strictly between the consenting adults involved and nobody else.

It was on one quiet Monday in particular when Yvonne walked in to the staff lounge and said
“Right we have a newbie on the way in”
And because it had been so quiet Claire couldn’t volunteer quickly enough
“We’ll do it” she said
“Well you can get her settled into the leather room”
And as soon as Yvonne gave the instruction, Claire and Kelly were on the move.
Although the leather room sounded quite kinky it was only actually the furniture that was leather and the chairs in there were ideal to be used for gentle restraint and mild chastisement, but it was still a really fun place.
As Claire and Kelly were on the way out Yvonne called after them
“We don’t know whether she’s fish or fowl yet, so Callum might have to do the deed”

Daphne Cosquer was an attractive woman, tall and slender, in her early thirties wearing a tailored business suit and spectacles and carried a briefcase.
It was apparent looking at her that she was of mixed race, her height and long slender limbs betrayed her European DNA while the luscious caramel coloured skin and black shinning hair hinted at the long past liaison between Europe and the exotic east.
She was just slipping off her jacket when the girls arrived.
“Hello I’m Claire and this is Kelly”
Daphne turned towards them and offered her hand in greeting
“Daphne Cosquer” she said “I believe I’m expected”
“Yes indeed” Claire said lustfully
“I’m here for a meeting” Daphne added
“Well we are going to take you to the “meeting” room and get you settled” Kelly said
So with pleasantries exchanged Kelly led the way and Claire followed on behind in the wake of her exotic heady fragrance.

They went out through the reception door and down along the corridor and Claire followed on mesmerized by Daphne’s form and admiring of its perfection.
As she strode down the corridor behind Kelly, Daphne’s straight black hair cascaded onto her shoulders and danced softly on them in time with her movement.
All though in truth Claire wasn’t looking at her hair, her eyes were all over the girl’s pert rolling buttocks.

(Part 06)

Daphne Cosquer was immaculately dressed in a fitted white silk blouse tucked into the waist of a grey flared skirt, which complemented her slender frame perfectly, her narrow waist and the flaring of her skirt accentuating her hips deliciously.
Her pert round buttocks contained within the tailored skirt were quite hypnotic too and her shapely legs clad in black tights were gorgeous.
They were tights if Claire was not mistaken, it was a shame it wasn’t stockings, Claire liked stockings and she had always been able to pick out a girl in stockings, it was a knack.
But stockings or tights the ensemble was finished off with four-inch heels which shaped her calves like sculpture and by the time the destination was in reach Claire was quite moist.
“I do hope we get to play with this one” Claire said in her head.
Apart from being gorgeous and well dressed in expensive clothes Daphne also spoke in wonderful plummy tones which was something else that got Claire hot, a combination of the two set her on fire.

They arrived at their destination which was to all intents and purposes a small meeting room, very plush with warm wood paneling and leather upholstery but it was a meeting room all the same.
“Here we are” Kelly said and took the briefcase off her and placed it on the desk.
Claire closed the door behind them and took Daphne by the elbow and said “let’s get you ready for your meeting then”

Five minutes after they had arrived in the leather room, Daphne was being bent forward over a leather arm chair.
“Will it be uncomfortable?” she asked as the two girls tipped her forwards over the back of the leather chair so that she pivoted on it at the waist.
“No it will be fine” Claire replied as she winked at Kelly.
Kelly then tied her wrists to the chairs front legs with silk ropes.
While Claire was at the back of the Chair admiring her magnificent long stocking clad legs which were left dangling over the chair back, which despite the fact they were so long, didn’t quite reach the floor.
She slipped off Daphne’s 4 inch heeled shoes and discarded them and then she tied her legs, one at a time, to the chairs back legs, resulting in the restriction of her movement significantly.
The two girls stood back to admire their handiwork and looked proudly at Daphne bent over the upholstery.
“That isn’t too uncomfortable” Daphne said
“Good” Claire said
“Well I think I’ve had enough now though” she said
“Nonsense” Kelly said “We haven’t even started yet”
“What do you mean?” Daphne asked with real alarm in her voice
“I’m not a customer, I’m only here for a meeting”
“Don’t be silly” Claire said “it’s only cold feet”
“No really” she said
“You’ll love it” Claire said and lifted Daphne’s skirt up as far as her waist
“What are you doing?” she screamed “Stop”
“I’m afraid that’s not going to happen” Kelly said and yanked her tights and knickers off her gorgeous arse in one deft movement.

(Part 07)

“I’m not a customer” Daphne exclaimed “I’m only here for a meeting”
“Don’t be silly” Claire said “it’s only cold feet”
“No really” she said
“You’ll love it” Claire said and lifted Daphne’s skirt up as far as her waist
“What are you doing?” she screamed “Stop”
“I’m afraid that’s not going to happen” Kelly said and yanked her tights and knickers off her gorgeous arse in one deft movement.
“Oh my God, what is wrong with you two?” Daphne screamed “untie me right now”
“Oh stop being such a baby” Kelly snapped and unzipped her skirt and tugged her White silk blouse from the waistband.
“Please stop” she begged
“Daphne you are going to love it” Kelly reassured her
“But I keep telling you I’m not a customer” she shouted
“I really am here for a meeting”
“Oh do shut up now” Kelly snapped and slapped her bare arse really hard.
She had done it as hard as she could, because she had noticed the way Claire looked at her as she yanked down her knickers and tights, it was obvious to her the she found Daphne hot and she was jealous.
“Ow” Daphne exclaimed
“Right let’s get this off” Kelly said and reached around her to unbutton her white silk blouse and then pulled it over her head and as far down her arms as it would reach all accomplished without a single word of protest.
Then Claire unhooked her bra to release her not unsubstantial breasts which hung down delightfully, lusciously tipped with large chocolate coloured nipples which Claire found almost irresistible.
She was just about to grope one of them when Kelly slapped at her hand, Kelly then walked around to Daphne’s rear end.
The slap that she had delivered had made a very satisfactory sound to her ears and left a lovely bright red handprint on the caramel colored buttock.
And then just for the sheer fun of it she slapped the other cheek equally hard.
“Ow” Daphne exclaimed again “are you punishing me?”
“Do you deserve to be punished?” Claire asked hopefully
“Yes I do” Daphne replied and giggled “you should punish me”
“Oh really?” Kelly asked
“Yes” she replied “I’m a really naughty girl”
“You soon changed your tune” Kelly said and slapped her arse again
“Oh that was nice” Daphne said “do it again?”
And then Claire joined in and slapped her other cheek but she left her hand on Daphne’s buttock slightly too long for Kelly’s taste so she glared at Claire and slapped Daphne again
“Oh yes I’m so naughty, do it harder” Daphne screamed “Do it harder?”
“Oh so you want it harder perhaps we’re not strong enough for you Miss Snooty” Kelly retorted and continued in a baby voice “would you like us to get a big strong man to spank your little brown bottie?”
“Oh yes do that” she cried “get me a big strong man, with big strong hands”
“Ok then we will get you a man” Kelly said
“Come on Claire”
Kelly headed straight for the door but Claire was a little reluctant and followed on slowly looking back wistfully at the figure sluttishly draped over the chair back, with her knickers and tights around her knees and her slightly blemished caramel coloured buttocks and just a hint of black pubic hair on display.

(Part 08)

Kelly headed straight for the door but Claire was a little reluctant and followed on slowly looking back wistfully at the figure sluttishly draped over the chair back, with her knickers and tights around her knees and her slightly blemished caramel coloured buttocks and just a hint of black pubic hair on display.
“Bye Daphne” Claire sighed as she said goodbye to the knicker wetting view.
As she went out the door and committed the image to her wank bank.
Closing the door behind her she trotted after Kelly who possessed the only piece of arse she was going get any time soon.

When they reached the staff lounge again they found Callum slouched on the sofa watching TV
“Girl in the leather room Cal, she’s all yours” Claire said
“Ok what’s she in for?” he asked “Just a spank or a spank and wank?”
“Just give her everything you’ve got big boy” Kelly said

As he walked into the leather room he was greeted by the sight of the posh piece of tottie tied over an armchair with everything very much on display and he found himself instantly aroused.
“Well what have we here?” he said rubbing himself
“You must have been a very very naughty girl”
“Yes I have” she admitted proudly
He walked towards her rear aspect and due to his arousal and his generous endowment he found it quite uncomfortable.
So as his instructions were to give her everything he had he saw no reason to keep his cock trousered a moment longer than he had too, so he undressed.
When he reached her he looked at delicious round arse dressed with the distinct bloom were small hands had spanked her, he thought the bloom would be considerable deeper after his big hands had been deployed.
“So what do we do with a naughty girl?”
“You spank her” she squealed excitedly “You spank her hard”
“Yes I do” he said and gave her two firm slaps on each cheek with his shovel like hands and she wriggled and squealed.
He decided to leave her magnificent arse alone and wait to see the evidence of his punishment before he gave her any more.
He feasted his eyes on her full breasts which hung down delightfully, lusciously tipped with large aroused chocolate colored nipples.
He stood in front of her as her head went from side to side seeking him out but her vision was obscure by her lustrous black hair.
He stepped to the side and scooped up her unruly locks and tied them roughly at her nape.
It wasn’t the neatest job but it would serve a purpose.
Callum return to his previous location and she could now see him, all of him.
He lifted her head up so he could see her face but her eyes were firmly fixed on his cock.
“Oh so that’s what you’re interested in is it?” he asked but she didn’t answer
He was standing about two feet away from her but his cock was nearer.
“Do you want a closer look?” he asked and she nodded

(Part 09)

Callum was standing in front of Daphne about two feet away from her but his cock was nearer.
“Do you want a closer look?” he asked and she nodded
So he slowly moved closer to her inch by tantalizing inch, and as it got close to her face, her mouth opened invitingly
“So you want it in there do you?”
“Yes” she grunted without closing her mouth
So he inched further forward until he was in her mouth and the moment it touched her lips she took over.
She only had free use of her head but that was clearly enough.
And when his cock was well and truly in her mouth he said
“You really are a naughty girl”
She would have nodded in agreement but her head was already nodding.

After Callum had left the girls alone in the lounge Claire immediately leapt at Kelly and pushed her onto the couch.
“I’m so horny” she said and her hand went straight up Kelly’s skirt and yanked her knickers off.
“You’d better get your off then” Kelly said
“I already did” she replied and lifted up her skirt to provide the evidence.
“You dirty little cow” she said “come here”

The girls were laying on the sofa noshing each other in a classic 69 pose when they were disturbed,
“I thought I asked you two to settle the newbie in the leather room”
Yvonne said
“We did” Kelly said as she peered up from beneath Claire’s thighs
“I don’t think so” Yvonne insisted
“We definitely did” Claire said briefly lifting her head up from Kelly’s minge
“Then why is she still sitting patiently in reception?” she asked
“Um” Claire said as the two girls extricated themselves from their intimate repose “that’s not possible, we left her tied up and stripped down ready for action”
“We even gave her a bit of a spanking” Kelly said
Yvonne went to speak but then a thought crossed her mind.
“The woman that you took to the leather room, what did she look like?”
“Tall” Kelly said
“Very pretty” Claire added
“Lovely long legs” Kelly said
“Fabulous arse” Claire recalled which provoked a glare from Kelly
“And big tits” she added and Kelly slapped her arm.
“Was her name Daphne Cosquer?” Yvonne asked and held her breath
“Yes” Kelly said “A proper posh bird”
“Oh God” She said and plopped down on an armchair and put her head in her hands
“What’s the matter boss?” Kelly asked
“She’s not a punter she’s a solicitor representing a very prestigious firm that I’m hoping will take us on as a client” Yvonne explained
“Oh no” Claire exclaimed “she kept saying she was only here for a meeting”
“We thought it was just part of her fantasy” Kelly said “And slapped her some more”

(Part 10)

Yvonne lifted her head from her hands and said
“So if she’s tied up in the leather room then why were you two in here noshing each other?” she asked
“Because she wanted a man” Claire said failing to keep the disappointment from her voice
“So we sent Callum to finish her off” Kelly said
“Oh shit” Yvonne said and shot up and ran for the door
“What’s wrong?” Kelly said as she and Claire ran after her.

When they reached the door to the leather room the girls hung back in the corridor as Yvonne quietly opened the door and peered in.
Then her shoulders slumped and she closed the door again.
“Is he in there?” Kelly asked
“It’s worse than that girls” Yvonne replied “he’s in Daphne”
“Oh shit” Claire exclaimed

Neither Callum nor Daphne heard the door open and close again as he was joyfully plugged into her juicy posh parts while groping her ample tits and she was vociferously receiving him.
It became so frenetic that every time he plunged into her tender loins the chair moved until like a prize bull servicing a heifer he unloaded into her and she screamed.

Daphne entered Yvonne’s office very gingerly looking disheveled, flushed and strained and carrying her four inch heels.
There was a pronounced dark patch on her skirt, probably ejaculate, and a large ladder in her black tights and her hair looked like it was the result of being dragged through a hedge backwards.
“Miss Cosquer” Yvonne said getting up from her chair “I can’t apologize enough for the misunderstanding”
She didn’t respond other than to offer a weak smile
“Please sit” she said and watched as Daphne settled herself gently in a chair and winced.
“I…” Yvonne began but Daphne over spoke her
“Please don’t apologize to me anymore” she said flatly
“I came here today as a highly respected professional in my field, and instead of having the expected meeting I found myself thoroughly used and abused”
“I…” Yvonne began again but again she was prevented
“I had thought that after one meeting and a brief tour of the facilities I would be able to rubber stamp the business as clean and sound” she said and left Yvonne crestfallen and then added
“Instead I find that I will have to insist on further tours of the facilities to review what you have to offer while my recommendation to the partners goes through”
“What?” Yvonne said not believing her ears
“Is that going to be an issue?” Daphne asked
“No that won’t be a problem at all” she replied “would that be a weekly review?”
“Oh God yes I couldn’t manage more than that” she said letting her polished façade down momentarily “Due to my very busy schedule of course”
“I understand” Yvonne said
And so the meeting was concluded satisfactorily and Daphne Cosquer certainly walked out of the office as if there had been some considerable satisfaction.

Molly’s Folly

Molly Curtis was a nurse at the Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford as was, on off girlfriend Samantha Elliott.
When they first met Sam thought she had found the one, and fell instantly in love, but for Molly it was different, she didn’t fall in love she was all about the sex.
The other difference between them was that Sam was gay and only gay, she had never had a man, whereas Molly swung both ways and as often as possible.
But even with Molly’s wandering eye they always seemed to end up back together, Samantha for the love and Molly for the lust.
One of her regular lapses to the other side was with her cousin Simon Fisher who was a salacious writer who had a house in Bushy Down.
It was a mutually gratifying relationship as Simon put it about as much as she did.
Molly had suggested to Sam that a weekend away would be nice, a change of scenery which could only help their relationship, although that wasn’t all that Molly was planning.
She proposed a surprise visit to her cousin’s house on the pretence of using it as a base for the weekend.
Samantha however saw through this ruse immediately and refused to go.
“You only want to go to Simons so you can have unnatural relations with him” she said
“That’s not the reason at all babe” Molly said, “The thought never crossed my mind, honestly”
A long protracted argument ensued and ended with Samantha saying
“You have to promise you won’t have sex with Simon, or I’m not coming”
“Nor am I by the sounds of it” she thought to herself
“Ok I promise” she lied

On the journey down from Abbottsford, Molly was in reflective mood as she mulled over in her mind the different scenarios that might lead to her getting what she wanted from her kissing cousin without Sam finding out.
However when they got there the found the house in darkness and no sign at all of Simon.
The reason for that was that at that precise moment he was in a bus shelter snogging a bald Anglo American girl by the name of Dakota, after a drunken evening in the pub.
However a snog was all he got and it appeared to all intents and purposes that Molly was going to get less than that.

When Simon arrived home nursing his aching balls, he was surprised and pleased to see Molly’s car parked outside the house, he put his hand on the bonnet and it was still barely warm to the touch so he figured it must have been there a while.
His first thought was to go and find his kissing cousin and she how hot her engine was.
The house was in complete darkness so he assumed Molly had already turned in but he knew how to wake her up and what with.

He went into the lounge and sat down on the sofa to take off his shoes, but due to a combination of excessive alcohol and a ridiculous number of late nights, which had taken their toll on him, he promptly fell asleep and woke up there 6 hours later.
When he did wake up he still had the vivid images in his mind of naked hairless women performing every conceivable sexual act on him and as a result of his sensual dreaming he was sporting a spectacular early riser.
That wasn’t the only stiffness he felt when he rose from the sofa but he thought a hot bath would sort that and he had other plans to ease his other stiffness.

Before he went to surprise Molly, Simon stood in the downstairs bathroom trying to piss, not easily achieved with a boner, he found adopting the ski jumper stance was the most effective but by no means fool proof.
He would have to mop that up later he thought.
Once he had finished he looked down at his erection
“So what are we going to do with you?” he said
The leading contender was of course Molly who was A) a nice comfortable shag and B) in the house at that very moment.
“She’ll do,” he said and quickly undressed, had a wash in the sink, cleaned his teeth, rinsed with mouthwash and squirted liberally with deodorant and then addressing his erection, said
“Now let’s go for a spot of borderline incest”
He crept upstairs to the spare room and slipped into bed, Molly was lying on her side with her back to him so he cuddled up and spooned her.
“Mmmmm” she murmured as he nuzzled her neck and slid his hand round on to her breast.
As he toyed and teased her nipple he kissed her skin and breathed in her perfume, which was an unfamiliar fragrance.
He moved his hand swiftly down her belly and she parted her thighs in anticipation of his digits arrival.
“Mmmmm” she acquiesced as his fingers crept closer and closer and then were awash between her lips.
“Good old Moll” he thought always keen as mustard
Before very long she reached around and took hold of him and guided his erection roughly inside her and she buried her face in the pillow to supress the animal grunts that escaped her as he fully entered her.

She relaxed and they lay still for a moment enjoying the afterglow then he patted her arse, kissed her shoulder and withdrew.
“I’ll see you later babe” he said
“Mmmmm” she murmured
Simon slipped out of bed and left the room, his manhood still wet from its outing and to his surprise he met Molly coming the other way, wrapped in a damp towel.
Simon did a double take, thinking, how the hell did she get out of the room before him.
Molly didn’t speak at first, she just looked at Simon and then his wet semi hard cock, then at Simon again and then back to his shrivelling dick.
“You just fucked Samantha,” she said accusingly
“While I was taking a bath, you fucked Samantha” and then she laughed.
“I thought it was you,” he said in his defence
“You didn’t notice anything different?” Molly asked
“It wasn’t your usual perfume” he replied
“Really?” she said inquisitively “You noticed my perfume was different but you didn’t notice the fact I’d grown a huge arse”
“That’s not a very nice thing to say about your friend,” Simon said reproachfully
“She’s not my friend, she’s my girlfriend” Molly corrected him
“Ah” He uttered “I just thought you’d filled out a bit”
“Filled out a bit, filled out a bit,” she repeated disbelievingly “How could you not tell I’d grown two dress sizes?”
She said and punched him on the arm but then she was laughing again
“Her arse is much bigger than mine” she reiterated and punched me again then she looked at his droopy cock again.
“Isn’t it”? And Simon nodded
Molly disposed of her towel and displayed her wares in front of him.
“Just to remind you what a tidy body looks like” Molly said and then she knelt down in front of him and removed all trace of Samantha from his cock and sucked him back to life, then she stood up and kissed him.
“Did you know that Samantha told me I couldn’t fuck you this weekend,” she said cocking a thumb in the direction of the spare room “And then she gets fucked instead”
“Well, all bets are off” she said as she gripped his shaft and led Simon like a bull to slaughter to his bedroom.
“Now it’s time for the real Molly Curtis to get some”

An Angel in the Night

(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.

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.

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.

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.

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.