Greg was 6ft tall, wiry build with short brown hair and he was born
and raised in the large sprawling village of Dulcet-on-Willow, beside the
gentle shallow River Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills
to the more vibrant River Brooke.
His parents had retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six
bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, four
years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and Alex, two years younger,
who had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.
Greg himself only got back to the Village of Willow a handful of times
each year, although since he met fellow Willow native Jane Bloomfield when she
was a guest at his Hotel he had more reason to get home more often.
However, for Jane’s 29th
birthday, the week before Christmas, he booked a two-night stay at the
Abbottsford Regents Hotel as a birthday treat, and the first night had been
very lust fueled.
Greg awoke the next
morning to find an empty space in the bed next to him, this was not the norm
when sleeping with Jane who was partial to an early morning spoon, and she had
a considerable number of weapons in her arsenal to encourage him to be so
inclined.
That morning however
she was already up and, in the shower, and he lay in bed for a while nursing
his early riser feeling a little crestfallen.
When he finally
dragged himself out of bed Jane was just coming out of the bathroom pink and
luscious and draped in towels.
Greg was bleary eyed
and naked and still had a boner which Jane couldn’t help but notice as he had a
huge cock.
“Morning gorgeous” she
said
“Happy Birthday hon”
he replied
“Thank you, but I was
talking to your friend” she said and took hold of his cock and stroked it
gently as she kissed him.
“Now go and have a
shower,” Jane added as she gave his old chap a final stroke.
While he was in the
shower his erection abated but he thought Jane would bring it back to life in a
second.
When he emerged from
the bathroom, he was spotlessly clean, sweet smelling with minty fresh breath
and ready for action.
So, imagine his
surprise when he found Jane wearing a black bra with matching pants just
visible through her usual 70 denier black tights.
Jane had a skinny
waist and neat hips and the most beautifully round buttocks, and oh yes, the
boner was back.
The very appealing
sight of Jane in black underwear and tights had left him with a pronounced
bulge in his towel but she was clearly not ready for action.
“Are we not
“celebrating” your birthday this morning?” he asked in a pitiful voice not
unlike that of Oliver Twist asking for more gruel.
“No time Babe” she
said
“We have time for a
quick breakfast then we need to get to the Phoenix Centre”
And after a prolonged
glance at the bulge in his towel she continued
“So, you can stop
pointing that thing at me, I’m interested in a sausage of a very different sort”
Though after seeing
the crestfallen look on his face she kissed him before saying
“But if you keep it
warm, I’ll eat it later”
So resigned to the
fact he wasn’t going to be dipping his substantial wick before breakfast, but
with the promise of later delights, he quickly dressed for the day and joined
Jane for breakfast before the concierge called them a cab.
They had the taxi drop
them at the entrance of the Phoenix Centre but they didn’t go in straight away,
instead they spent a couple of hours wandering around the more interesting
parts of Abbottsford then they stopped at the Labuschagne Coffee House and
ordered coffee and pastries.
Greg had just finished
the last mouthful of cake as Jane finished her coffee so, he checked his watch
and they got up and headed out the door.
After walking to the
Phoenix Center, they followed the slow-moving pack of Christmas Shoppers
inside.
“So where shall we
meet up?” she asked after they had moved to one side of the throng.
“How about O’Dowd’s”
he suggested, O’Dowd’s being an Irish pub on the lower concourse
“Yes ok” she agreed
“What time?”
“Is two hours long
enough for you?”
“Yes, that should be
alright” Jane said and kissed him and then they went their separate ways.
Greg didn’t need two
hours for his shopping, he was only buying gifts for his staff and Christmas
presents for Jane, she’d already had her birthday presents, so he had an hour
to spare when he walked into the bar and ordered a pint of Guinness.
He took his bags and
his drink to a vacant table and texted Jane to say he was in the bar and to
join him as soon as she was finished, and she replied “ok”, then he put his
phone back in his pocket and picked up his paper.
He was on his second
pint when Jane arrived clutching an assortment of bags.
“Hi handsome, sorry
I’m late” she said kissing him, then she whispered.
“I had to go shopping
for you know what’s”
“Oh, that’s ok,” he
said, kissing her back, knowing precisely what the “you know what’s” were,
“Blimey are all those
bags full of knickers?”
“Shhh” she exclaimed
“No of course not, most of its for Christmas”
“Oh ok” he agreed, “do
you want a drink?”
“No thanks babe, I’d
like to get back to the Hotel so I can try these on” Jane whispered excitedly
“Ok” he agreed
draining his glass “Can I watch?”
“You’re such a perv”
she said and laughed
“Is that a yes or a
no?”
When they got up to
the room, he found that due to the two pints of Guinness he desperately needed
a pee, so he went straight into the bathroom to relieve himself, and when he
came out he found Jane stood in front of the mirror sporting a pair of ivory
silk knickers and was trying to wrestle her large breasts into the matching
bra.
The first one would go
in its cup with only a little persuasion but just as she got the second one in
and the first one popped out again or both nipples would suddenly appear above
the lace, and all the time her buttocks were doing the mumbo inside her silk
drawers, and he was enjoying her performance very much indeed.
“Are you having a bit
of trouble Betty?” he asked in his best Frank Spencer voice.
“I’ve bought the wrong
bloody cup size,” she snapped
“Did you only buy
one?” he enquired
“No of course not” she
replied crossly
“But they’re all the
same size” he speculated
“Yes” she mumbled and
stamped her feet. “And I wanted to look and feel stunning tonight”
“You always look
stunning,” he said honestly
“That’s very sweet”
Jane said and turned to kiss him and both dark pink nipples peered over the top
of the ivory lace.
“What am I going to
do?” she asked as she rested her head on his chest “I don’t want to wear the
black one, I’ve had it on all day”
“Go braless” Greg
suggested
“I can’t go without a
bra” she said horrified “I’m twenty-eight years old”
“Actually, you’re
twenty-nine” he corrected her “but you have fabulous tits”
She frowned at the
correction of her age but smiled and blushed when he complicated her breasts.
She turned towards the
mirror again and removed her ill-fitting bra and then began squishing and
kneading her titties and evaluated their pliability in her reflection.
“I will not go out to
eat with my twenty-nine-year-old baps unslung” she stated
“Ok then how about a
compromise?” he suggested, “You go braless but we eat in the hotel restaurant”
“We can’t eat here”
Jane said very definitely “Have you seen the menu?”
Jane picked up the
menu off the desk and gave it him and said
“It’s ridiculously
expensive”
“Birthday treat” he
said throwing the menu on the bed without looking at it
“What is?” she asked
suspiciously “the dinner or my going braless”
“Both” he replied
Jane had been in the
bathroom for an age getting herself ready but when she finally emerged it was
well worth the wait, she looked absolutely stunning in her new outfit.
“Wow” he said, as he
looked her over from top to bottom.
Before he looked her
over again, starting with her patent leather heels, black tights, a grey
knitted dress, patent leather belt round her narrow waist, her unharnessed
breast and holding up her soft black curls a floral hair slide.
“That was well worth
waiting for” he said
“Do I look ok?” she
asked, “is it a bit tarty?”
“You look gorgeous”
He wanted to kiss her
there and then, but her makeup was pristine, and he didn’t want to disturb it,
there would be time enough later to smudge her lippy.
“Now if you would like
to take my arm” he said proffering said limb “I would like the honour of
escorting you to dinner”
As they walked into
the restaurant, he could feel the heads turn, and he felt immensely proud.
The lighting was
subdued, and it was clearly a venue for romantic trysts or secret assignations
and strangely he didn’t feel out of place.
The restaurant was
quite busy but as it was laid out in discreet booths rather than open tables it
was not overly noisy.
They were shown to a
booth and he let Jane slide in first then he followed her and once they were
both settled, he ordered champagne.
“Champagne?” Jane
said, “Lovely, I am being spoiled”
“It’s no more than you
deserve” he said
After a glass or two
of champers, while they were awaiting the arrival of the first course, Jane
said
“Thank you, Greg,”
“For what?” he asked
“This” she replied
with a hand gesture
“No need to thank me”
“No, I mean it” she
said and took another big sip of champagne as she tried to find the words.
“It’s been a long time
since I got to do this” she explained, “the couple’s thing”
“We’ve been out
before” he said
“I know, but this one
is special” she continued, “very special, because it’s a special date with the
person I love”
“I love you too” he
said
A few minutes later
she slid out of the booth and rushed off in the direction of the lady’s room
and when she returned, the starters arrived.
“Ok?” He asked as he
squeezed her hand
“Yes” she replied with
a smile and a reciprocal squeeze.
Her makeup had been
efficiently repaired and she looked as stunning as she did before.
Satisfied that all was
fine they turned their attentions to the food, which turned out to be
wonderful.
After the starters
were demolished, they thought nothing could possibly surpass it, but they were
wrong because the main course was sublime.
As they ate, more
champagne was consumed and they chatted about Christmas plans, just as they
were clearing the remaining morsels of ambrosia from their plates.
As the waiter cleared
the table Greg was about to wax lyrical about the disposition of his heart when
she said,
“What’s for pudding?”
“You’ve only just had
your main,” he pointed out
“I like pudding” she
said matter of factly and for some reason blushed
and then she stood up a little unsteadily on
her feet and announced
“I need to pee”
And off she went,
which was somewhat curious behaviour, but Greg thought
“That’s champagne for
you?”
When she returned, he
was already perusing the dessert menu and salivating at the mere prospect of
devouring any one of its delights but when he looked at Jane’s face, she looked
like she’d already indulged.
“What are you looking
so pleased about?” he asked her
“I am being
adventurous” she replied enigmatically.
He moved closer to her
in the booth and placed his hand on her knee before sliding it up her skirt to
discover to his surprise her stocking tops and Greg looked at her with raised
eyebrows by way of enquiry.
“I didn’t want you to
rip the crotch out of another pair of tights”
She replied saucily
and his hand proceeded past her stocking tops up her naked thigh until to his
delight he reached her fluffy bush.
“When did they come
off” he asked, “because I know you had them on when we left the room?”
“When I went to the
loo, I slipped them into my handbag” she whispered, and her cheeks flushed, and
Jane giggled “And then I walked through the restaurant “commando””
“Wow its very saucy”
he said, “and you know I like saucy, but why did you do it?”
“I wanted to know what
it would feel like” she replied
“And?” he asked
“It felt really dirty”
she replied “but in a good way”
And they both laughed
before they thoroughly indulged themselves with the desert trolley which was
when he began in earnest to stare at her lovely tits, pertly sitting unfettered
beneath her knitted dress and he continued to ogle her jiggling puddings during
and after the deserts were finished and while the coffee was being served.
“Haven’t you seen
enough yet?” she chastised
“Never” he replied
“and I’m certainly not the only man or woman in the restaurant admiring your
form”
Jane blushed and
suddenly became self-conscious and tried to cover her breasts and the now
prominent erect nipples.
“You could leave here
with any man you choose,” he said truthfully
“I already am,” she
said
“You keep talking like
that and you might even get lucky”
“You’ll be the lucky
one” Jane said draining her cup “now let’s go”
They left the
restaurant in a very dignified way considering the amount of Champagne they had
consumed though they had only gone about ten yards before Jane had to slip her
heels off in the interest of safety.
Though their mutual
need of each other was urgent the door to the room opened in a more controlled
manner than the night of their arrival and they actually made it to the room
proper before kissing.
It was a long, slow,
passionate kiss which, had they not already been aroused would definitely have
lit the boilers.
As they kissed, he
stroked her plump breast through her woolen dress and played with her stiff
nipple and she rubbed her thigh against his bulging cock.
After a few moments
longer Jane pushed him away and then dropped her expensive new shoes on the
floor before starting to undo the belt around her waist while he removed his
trousers, pants, socks and shirt, then he helped Jane undo the belt.
One the belt was
disposed of he turned her around, so she was facing the mirror and he wrapped
his arms around her and kissed her neck as she hugged his arms.
Greg could tell Jane
was getting impatient as she kept rubbing her arse against his erection so he
stepped back a few inches and, inch by inch he undid the zipper on her dress
until her back was completely naked all the way down to her bum cleavage, then
he slipped both hands inside, cupping her titties and playing with her teats
and the dress slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor.
She murmured softly as
he continued to caress her breasts and she positioned one buttock either side
of his cock and rubbed herself up and down him.
He knew as much as he
was enjoying the slow seduction that Jane was ready to play, so reluctantly his
right hand left her breast and moved quickly down her body, his hand briefly
brushing her lush bush, before engaging with her creamy pussy and she began to
moan long and low the instant his digits breached her lips, quietly at first,
and then after she raised one knee onto the desk her cunny really opened for
him and they became much louder and more persistent until she came.
Jane climbed off the
desk and turned to face him, planting a wet kiss on his lips, and grasping his
substantial shaft firmly as he wiped his creamy fingers on the desk blotter.
Between kisses she
asked
“Stockings… on… or
off?”
“On of course” he
replied
“You would say that…
You pervert,” she said
He picked her up and
carried her to the bed and laid her on her back, and Jane instantly opened her
stocking clad thighs to receive him and then he penetrated her hot honeyed
cunny.
He gave her a full
length, then another, then another as she writhed and moaned beneath him.
Jane was biting her
lip as she wrapped her black-sheathed legs around him and began clawing his
back and he quickened the pace, her squirming pussy creamed his balls and she
moaned beneath him as his throbbing cock thrust deeply into her pussy again and
again and her thighs gripped him tightly while he pounded her.
The pace was building
steadily, faster and faster and her nails cut deeper into his skin as they
moaned and grunted in unison, speeding on and on, until they reached maximum
velocity, the point of no return, and she shuddered beneath him and they both
exploded in utter ecstasy, and panting with pleasure, they stayed there until
morning.
