An Angel In The Night

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 liasons 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.

 

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’s 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

Colin Capel was approaching his 53 birthday and had never felt so 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 year.

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 week’s 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.

 

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

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.

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

A Man To Be Trusted

“Take care of her?” said Winifred Hawkes-Holland as he opened the driver’s car door.

“Will do boss” Harry replied giving his passenger a wry smile as he got behind the wheel.

“I’m not a child,” Clare shouted petulantly out of the open window “and I don’t need babysitting”

It was certainly true to say that Clare Hawkes was not a child, far from it.

No one who ever saw the 25 years old would ever have described her as such, childish, possibly but not a child.

After all Clare stood an inch short of six feet tall which was evidence of adulthood in itself but if that didn’t convince you then her long legs, voluminous rolling hips and a 44” bust would.

No, Clare was not a child, but her mother, as mothers always do, would always see her thus.  

But Winifred Hawkes-Holland wasn’t merely Clare’s mother she was also her employer.

Holland brothers bought and sold Antiques and collectables, a business that Winifred married into and now Clare was going on her first solo-buying trip.

Even though

Well, it would have been her maiden trip but for the fact Harry Mortimer was sent with her as a babysitter.

Harry had been with the Holland’s since he left school and he was greatly trusted by Win.

And as he was in his early forties and unremarkable looking and was to all and sundry average in all respects, she trusted there would be no shenanigans.

Suffice is to say Winifred trusted her precious daughter was in safe hands. 

 

On the journey up the A1 Clare was still berating Harry on her mother’s distrust of her.

“It’s not that she doesn’t trust you,” He said

“She doesn’t seem to realise that I’m a grown woman,” she continued

“We are all aware you are a grown woman” Harry said and after pause added

“Well aware”

Clare looked at him and raised her eyebrows

“So, what have you noticed?” she asked with amusement

Harry blushed to his roots under her gaze

“Nnnnothing” he stammered

“Come on Harry” she pressed

“Just that I have noticed that you are no longer a child” he replied

The rest of the journey passed largely in silence with Clare admiring the countryside while occasionally sneaking glances at her driver.

 

They stopped that night at the White Horse Inn and spent the evening in the restaurant where Clare drank more than was good for her.

Harry thought she had been in a strange mood since the journey up and kept looking at him in a funny way. 

But Clare was drinking too much, and she was flirting, and he had never seen her do that before, and he couldn’t let it continue.

If he did her mother would not consider that “Taking care of her”

“Come on party girl” he said “bedtime”

“Oh goody” she said draining her glass

 

Accompanied by outrageous flirting and downright suggestive behavior Harry steered her up the stairs

“Up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire” he said and when they reached the top he headed towards her room at the end of the corridor.

When they got to her door Clare announced

“Honey! I’m home”

Harry propped her against the doorframe as he unlocked the door, and she began kissing his neck.

“Behave your self” he said and gave her a playful slap on her bum

“Oooh are you going to spank me Harry?” she asked

“Get in there young lady” he said and guided her through the door

“I love it when you’re all masterful” Clare responded and wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to kiss him

Harry managed to avoid her lips at the last second as the door slammed shut behind them and they performed a strange ungracious waltz into the room.

“Here we are young lady,” he said as he prepared to lower her onto the bed

“Bedfordshire” Clare said gleefully, and span Harry around then pushed him backwards onto the bed and she kicked off her shoes and jumped on top of him.

Harry began to protest but her soft lips and hot mouth clamped over his and her tongue was like a serpent.

Harry’s resistance lasted less than a minute, after all he had dreamt of that moment since she was 17.

His hands began to claw the shirt free of her waistband and then with great urgency she sat upright and pulled the shirt off over her head and threw it aside.

Her hands trembled as her fingers fumbled at his shirt buttons but when she had accomplished her task, she ran her fingers through the hairs on his chest.

Those trembling hands that caressed his flesh went behind her back and unhooked her bra.

Harry was looking at her face while her hands were on his chest but the moment her hands began unfastening her bra his eyes stared at her harnessed breasts and as the tension around them relaxed, he reached up and pulled the bra off and discarded it and reveled at the sight of Clare’s great round breasts then she leant forward and delivered them into his waiting hands and her mouth returned to his.

Her breasts were rising and falling, and Harry could feel her heart pounding in her chest and her kissing became more intense.

She sat up again and hurriedly undid his trousers and then climbed off him and dragged his trousers and pants off.

Harry raised himself up onto his elbows as Clare wriggled out of her jeans and then tantalizing slipped off her panties to reveal a neatly clipped triangle of black hair.

And when she climbed back on him, she didn’t hesitate for a second before expertly enveloping Harry’s shaft with her welcoming wetness. 

Clare was on him and he was at her mercy as she rose and fell on him and on each fall, Harry grunted his appreciation as his hands groped her buttocks.

As Clare raised the tempo her panting came in course rasping breaths, each one courser and more guttural than the one preceding it, until she cried out in orgasm.

After Clare had ridden Harry to an exhausting climax, the sweating panting beast with her raven black hair in wild disarray and eyes wide with primal lust smiled a smile of lasciviousness.

“Do you think this is what your mum meant when she said, “Take care of her”?” Harry asked

“Oh yes I think so” she said “and when you recover you can “take care of me” again” 

Freya St David, 07 – Goddess Of Motherhood

 

For Mother’s Day Freya had bought a three-day, all-inclusive spa break for her mum, plus one, at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel.

Because she knew her mum would never go to a place like that on her own.

But her mum insisted she wanted to go with Freya, so they could spend some quality time together doing girl’s stuff.

Well, that wasn’t the kind of thing Freya had in mind, it wasn’t her kind of thing at all.

The new Freya wasn’t the rest and relaxation detox kind of girl.

She was more of a burning the candle at both ends toxing her socks off kind of girl.

So, it was with some trepidation that she agreed to accompany her mum.

 

In order to get the best possible deal, she had booked a midweek mini break, she was a nurse after all, so money didn’t grow on trees.

Pale skinned, strawberry blonde, Freya was five foot nothing and whippet thin and her mother was just an older version of her daughter.

When they arrived, Freya was not in the best of spirits.

To her mind there were much more enjoyable ways of spending her days off than babysitting her mother.

As much as she loved her, she wasn’t exactly the type of company she was interested in.

But she resolved to make the best of it and try to get her monies worth.

They were greeted in reception by a very attractive specimen of a man and her spirits rose.

He was over six feet tall, lean and muscular, very good looking and well groomed, he was manicured and pedicured, toned, tanned and smelt like a perfume counter.

Naturally Freya marked him down as gay.

 

“Good morning ladies” he said with the faintest hint of a French accent.
“Good morning” they replied

“We have a booking in the name of St David” Freya said

“Ah the St David sisters” he said

“You know very well we're not sisters you cheeky boy” Mrs St David said in a style something akin to a Carry on movie.
“You're not sisters?” he asked feigning surprise
“Mother and daughter” she said
“And which one are you Mademoiselle” he said and kissed her hand
“Cheeky” she said and blushed
Freya didn’t contribute to the converse but continued her appraisal of the man and concluded what a waste it was for him to play for the other side.

When the Oscar Wilde capers were over and done with, they managed to get themselves checked in and it was while her mum was signing in that Freya caught him at the back doing some appraising of his own, of her and her mother,
“When you have settled into your room, I will give you a tour of the facilities” he said “Shall we say on the terrace in 30 minutes?”

“That will be fine” Freya said

“Of course, with your lovely pale skin you two will need to stay in the shadows” He said.

Freya smiled and her mum blushed at the compliment.

According to his name badge his name was Claude and he was very handsome, and she thought things might well be looking up.

“You can check my skin anytime” Freya said

“I’ll bare that in mind” he said

“You’re a terrible flirt Frey” mum said

“I know” she said, although she wasn’t flirting, she was advertising.

 

During the first two days Freya and Joy had a great time using the facilities and enjoyed the full range of what was on offer, fitness classes, a gym, rock sauna, infra-red sauna, aroma steam room, ice fountain, drench showers, Jacuzzi, a Romanesque pool, Reflexology, facials, scalp massage, hand massage, Manicure and Pedicure you name it they had it.

But by the end of day two Freya was more tense than before she began because all the relaxing activities had left her as horny as hell.

After they had dinner together Joy went off to bed as she was exhausted, and Freya went off to the Gym to try and relieve some of her sexual tension.

After an hour she realised it wasn’t working so she decided to have a swim before turning in.

While she was swimming Freya noticed she was not alone and wondered what it was that brought them to pool.

She swam another two lengths and then got out but as she reached the entrance to the changing rooms her companion spoke.

“I see you’ve kept out of the sun” Claude said as he exited the pool.

“Yes” she replied “I always do as I’m told”

“Really?” Claude said

“So, have you finished for the day?” she asked hopefully

“No” he replied “but I don’t have any clients at the moment”

“For what?” Freya asked

“Massage” he replied

“You can do me if you like” she offered hoping he would take it the right way.

“Ok” he agreed

 

He led her into a cubicle and said

“Lie down on the table while I warm the oil”

Freya let the towel fall from her shoulders and kicked it aside once it hit the floor.

Then she untied the halter behind her neck and brazenly let the front fall away exposing her small breasts with their pink nipples clearly aroused.

Freya completed her undress and stood before him, her white flesh flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.

But Claude’s eyes fell upon the shock of hair forming the delightful ginger triangle.

Eventually Freya climbed onto the table and lay face down on the towel Claude had prepared.

He applied the oil and began to rub it into her pale skin

“That feels nice” she said

“Only nice?” he asked “The hot oil and my light touch should be better than nice”

“Hmmm” she responded as he applied more pressure

“This is what I call a Relaxation massage” he said   
“Hmmm” she responded again as he worked the muscles in her thighs.

“What’s that called?” she asked

“Tension release” Claude replied

Then he kneaded her plump little buttocks and slid his thumbs downward

“Oh god” Freya said “What’s that called”

“Labial massage” he assured her before his fingers parted her lips and she gasped

“Ooooh I know what that’s called” she moaned

He pushed her legs slightly apart and slipped his fingertips into her moistness and Freya responded vociferously as she let out a series of low muffled moans as his fingers worked at her.

Then he pushed her thighs wide open until she was completely accessible to him and she squirmed in response to his touch.

She was so distracted by his attention that she didn’t notice him climb on the table.

Finally, Claude grasped her hips firmly and said

“And this is called splitting the cicada”

And penetrated her.

“Oh yes” she said

 

When they had finished, he climbed off her

“That was bloody marvelous” Freya panted

“You should advertise that on the website”

“No” Claude said “it will have to be our secret”

“In that case” Freya said rolling onto her back

“You’d better show me some more of your repertoire”

 

 

 

Freya St David, 06 – Goddess Of The Valkyries

 

Freya St David was a pretty nurse, slender and pale with strawberry coloured hair and stood barely five feet tall.

She was a district nurse and on that particular day her final call was on the fifteenth floor of a tower block called Gladstone court.

The lift wasn’t working again and so by the time she had climbed the stairs her pale skin was very flushed.

Freya was twenty seven years old but looked much younger and she was a first class flirt.

But flirting was as far as she went until she found out that all the time she was being faithful to her boyfriend he was shagging her best friend.

From that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.

Her patient that day was Ben Lewis, a sergeant in The Downshire Light Infantry.

He had been severely wounded by an IAD in Afghanistan his left leg had gone below the knee and his right just above.

His physical wounds had all but healed but that wasn’t where his problems lay.

Freya’s job was to manage his medication and massage what remained of his legs or more accurately his stumps.

Freya knocked on the door and a moment or so later Mrs Lewis, the patient’s mother answered the door.

“Hello dear” she said

“Hello Mrs Lewis” Freya said “How’s the patient today?”

“The same” she said blankly “I don’t know how to help him”

“Just be supportive” Freya said

“It’s hard though dear” she said putting on her coat and going to the foot of the stairs.

“Ben! The nurse is here” she shouted up the stairs “the pretty one with the strawberry hair”

Freya smiled and Mrs Lewis said

 “You can go up when you’re ready, I need to do some shopping”

 

The Taliban may have been responsible for taking his legs but Bens other problems were of his own making.

It was no wonder his mother was so exasperated as his self-esteem had been blown away along with his legs in fact it was less than zero as he never ventured out of his room and he hid from the world.

He drove his fiancé Karen away because he thought she was only staying with him out of pity, which she wasn’t.

Freya walked up the stairs and found Ben lying on his bed with his eyes closed as if he’d fallen asleep in front of the TV and he never stirred even when Freya knocked on the door.

She knew he was awake, it was a game he played pretending to sleep and so as not having to engage in any kind of conversation.

“Hello Ben” she said but there was no response.

“So we’re playing that game again are we?” she said

“Very well if that’s what you want”

Having had to walk up 15 flights of stairs she was in no mood to take any shit.

She pulled back the covers roughly to expose his mutilations and she noticed his body tense.

As usual he was only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of army green boxer shorts.

She opened her bag and took out a tube of bio oil and began to massage it into the skin on his stumps and thighs.

She continued to chat to him all the while she was massaging him even though she got no response.

Well not verbally anyway, what she got in answer to her ministrations was a twitching in his boxers.  

Freya had not elicited that reaction on previous visits as far as she could recollect, she had no idea why on that occasion the sergeants little soldier should decide to stir.

 

Having managed through her massage to elicit an unanticipated erection Freya thought, for purely medicinal reasons only and for the welfare of the patient, she should take advantage of the unexpected arousal.

She continued her massage and allowed her fingers to go ever further along his thigh until finally her hand went all the way up the leg of his boxers and grasped the source of twitching.

Ben tensed again as she began tugging roughly on his shaft and by her ministrations she teased it to full erection.

Ben still lay with his eyes closed but the rising of his chest ant the sound of his breathing told her he was well and truly awake.

“Now I have your full attention” she said and released his cock and quickly yanked his boxers off and Freya got a good look at her handiwork.

Sergeant Lewis’s little soldiers was standing fully to attention.

Now Freya fully appreciated that to get him to that point was a major breakthrough.

But although she may have won a small victory she hadn’t won the war so not wishing to risk losing her advantage she put all her medical knowledge into practice and took his cock in her mouth.  

At this point, so to speak, Ben vocalized for the first time though not in words but certainly in tones of acquiescence.

After a few minutes of her oral expertise Ben could keep silent no more and said

“Undress” he ordered

She released his organ and replied

“Yes sergeant”  

Freya stood up and removed her uniform and revealed her small unfettered tits.

His eyes were fully open now and consumed every inch of her pale flesh.

She kicked off her little shoes and without ceremony divested herself of her black tights and pants.

Now the five foot nothing, whippet thin nymph with the lush ginger bush stood looking at the maimed soldier maintaining his erection as he looked lustfully at her.

“What now?” she said

“Come here” he said

“Why?” Freya asked

“Because I want you” Ben replied

“Ok sarge” she said and through him a salute before climbing up on the bed.

Ben was admiring her body as she climbed on top of him.

And he gasped as she impaled herself on his waiting shaft.

He roughly grabbed the cheeks of her arse as she rode him and was mesmerized by her jiggling little titties as she was pumping on him and riding on him like a rodeo rider on a bucking bronco until he grunted through gritted teeth and she screamed out in orgasm.

Freya was feeling very pleased with herself.

a, because she had just had a very decent seeing to,

b, because she had got the sergeant to communicate, even if it was in the most primeval type of converse.

And c, because there was time enough to go again.

 

As she walked down the landing towards the stairs Freya thought that was a job well done.

Apart from her normal duties as district nurse Freya had taken it upon herself to make sure he regained his self-worth and succeeded.

She did think she would continue his course of treatment a while longer however.

When she reached the stairwell the lift opened and Mrs Lewis got out.

“Oh they’re working again” Freya said

“Yes dear, thank god” she said “How’s the boy?”

“You know, I think he’s perked up a bit” Freya said

“Oh I do hope so dear” she replied

 

Freya was the Norse Goddess of Sessrúmnir who took half those killed or wounded in battle, but Freya St David was a nurse and Instead of taking him to Valhalla she took him to paradise.

She was thankful that the lift was working again as she was feeling a bit leg weary.

And riding down in the lift she was even more flushed than when she yomped up 15 flights.