(Part One)
Freya St David stood barely five feet tall and was slender and pale and the afternoon sun shone on her strawberry blonde hair.
She was a district nurse, a very pretty district nurse and was very experienced and well respected.
Freya was twenty eight years old only a few days earlier but looked much younger and as a result she was much desired and she was a first class flirt.
She was a singleton since her louse of a boyfriend, who she was expecting to marry was now history, she had suspected for some time that he was shagging her best friend and then out of the blue he confessed to her one night.
From that moment on Freya took her pleasures where she found them.
On that fateful day she was on her way home at the end of her shift when just ahead of her a school girl was hit by a car, it wasn’t the drivers fault, the girl just stepped out, distracted by her mobile phone, and bang she was flying through the air.
Freya was two cars behind the one that hit her, a red Espace, and she immediately got out of her car and ran to assist, phoning for an ambulance as she did so.
When she reached the stricken girl it didn’t look good she was lying on her back with her head to one side.
One arm was under her back the other lay across her belly, and both legs were in very unnatural positions, clearly there were multiple fractures visible and an awful lot of blood.
She estimated she was 12 or 13 and the uniform was from a private boarding school for girls less than a mile away called Carrington Chase.
Freya checked for a pulse and found it, it was weak but it was there.
The female driver of the Espace was distraught and the man from the BMW behind her was desperately trying to calm her down.
Freya picked up the girls phone and then while she was attending to her someone handed her a hand bag.
A young man said
"Can I do anything?"
"Yes” she said "in the boot of the blue Clio you’ll find a car rug"
"Ok” he said and off he went.
She stayed with the girl and opened the handbag and looked for ID and found in the purse a travel card in the name of Pauline Yeo.
When the young man returned with the red plaid blanket Freya covered the poor girl’s broken body and continued to monitor her vital signs until the ambulance arrived.
"Hi Frey" Paramedic Sam Liburd said
"Hello Sam, her name is Pauline Yeo and it’s not looking good"
She quickly did the hand over relaying the pertinent facts and then stood back and let Sam and his partner Andy Mason do their stuff before they loaded her into the ambulance.
(Part Two)
Freya remained at the scene for about an hour after the ambulance left and gave a full statement to the police, she also sat with the distraught driver until her husband arrived and then she got in her car and got back on her way home.
It was when she had arrived at her house that she realised she still had the girls mobile phone.
“Shit” she said at the discovery
Freya was starving so she quickly made herself a sandwich before getting changed and getting back in the car.
She ate her sandwich as she drove to the Winston Churchill Hospital and parked in the staff car park.
In the Emergency Department she spoke to the Sister in charge who informed her that the girl had gone straight upstairs for emergency surgery but was now in the intensive care unit.
So Freya thanked her and went upstairs to the ICU.
“Hello sister” Freya said
“Yes” she replied suspiciously
“It’s Nurse St David” she said
“I recognise the name but not the face” Sister Madden replied
“I was looking for a young girl” Freya elaborated to Sister Madden
“A school girl hit by a car”
“Oh yes” Sister said “Are you related?”
“No I witnessed it” she replied “and gave first aid until the ambulance arrived”
“I see, well it’s not good news I’m afraid” the sister said gravely
“Oh no” Freya said and sat down and after a moment or two remembered why she was there.
“I have her mobile phone, she was using it when she stepped into the road I thought I would give it to her family”
“There’s no one here” Said the Sister “her only family are in Hong Kong”
This news hit Freya like a slap in the face.
“Has no one come from the school?” she asked
“No” replied a Doctor
“But they’ve contacted the family” the Sister contributed
“Very big of them” the doctor responded
Freya saw by his name badge he was Peter Gossage
A relatively young man with the same colouring as herself.
“Then Pauline is dying then?” Freya said
“Yes” he replied “and it’s unlikely her parents will reach us before she does”
“Are the school aware of that fact?” she asked and the doctor nodded in response
“Well that just won’t do” Freya said with determination and stood up
“May I use the phone in your office doctor?”
“Who do you want to call?” he asked
“The headmistress” she replied “Do you have a number Sister?”
“Yes” she replied and handed her a scrap of paper “her name is Hardacre, and she’s really stuck up”
“You can use my office on one condition” the doctor said
“What’s that?” she replied expecting a proposition
“That I can listen in” he said
“Done” she said
(Part Three)
They went into his office and she sat in the chair and putting the phone on speaker she dialled the number.
Meanwhile Dr Gossage closed the door and set his mobile phone on the desk.
“Carrington Chase!” a woman answered
“Mrs Hardacre please” Freya said
“I think you mean Ms Hardacre” she responded in monotone
“Yes” she replied
“And you are?”
“Nurse St David, Churchill Hospital”
The line went dead momentarily before another woman’s voice said
“Ms Hardacre speaking”
“I’m Nurse St David from the Churchill” Freya said
“Oh yes” she responded flatly
“You understand the seriousness of Pauline’s condition? And that it’s unlikely she will last the night, and certainly won’t live long enough for her parents to see her alive?” Freya asked at length
“Yes it’s very tragic” the headmistress replied
“We were wondering when the schools representative would be arriving to sit with her for her final hours” she said
“The school isn’t sending anyone” Ms Hardacre responded with surprise.
“Why not?” Freya responded
“It’s not our responsibility” Hardacre replied
“That’s a disgraceful attitude” Freya said angrily
“She is one of your charges, she is your responsibility, whatever happened to “in loco parentis””
“The girl was not on school property at the time of the accident”
The headmistress interrupted
“And she didn’t have permission to be outside”
“So she got what she deserved? Is that what you’re saying” Freya said red with rage
“Well it wouldn’t have happened would it?” Hardacre replied
“So you take their money and then wash your hands of them”
“I’m not going to dignify that with an answer” She said
“So I take it you won’t send anyone?” she asked
“That’s correct” the headmistress replied
“You’ll let her die alone?” Freya asked “What about pastoral care?”
“We don’t molly coddle at Carrington Chase” she answered
“What faith is she?” Freya demanded
“What? I’ve no idea” she replied
“Then check your records and find out” Freya barked
“Who are you to give me orders” she said affronted
“Listen Ms Hardarse” Freya snapped deliberately mispronouncing her name “Pauline will be dead by morning and she should have the benefit of her faith at the time of her passing”
“Very well” she said and tutted
“A few moments later” she returned.
“Christian” she said flatly “Anglican”
“I would like to tell the parents when I see them, what a great support you have been” Freya said
“But I can’t because you’ve been no bloody help at all and I will be giving them a detailed account”
“How dare you threaten me, you jumped up little tart” She said angrily “this school has a lot of friends to deal with the likes of you”
And then Hardacre hung up.
“How rude” Freya said “I hadn’t finished with her by a long chalk”
“What a bitch” Dr Gossage added and picked up the phone he’d laid on the table.
“That was brilliant” he added and tapped a couple of keys and then the phone emitted the following
““Carrington Chase!” “Mrs Hardacre please” “I think you mean Ms Hardacre””
“You recorded it?” Freya said and Peter nodded
“I wish I’d thought of that” she said
“Not to worry” he said “give me your number and I’ll send you the file”
“Oh yes is that your normal ploy to get nurses phone numbers?” Freya said tongue in cheek
“No I’m serious, it might come in handy if the old cow sets her powerful friends on you” he said
(Part Four)
Freya went to the hospital chapel to see the chaplain but she was told she was already performing the last rights on an elderly patient.
So she left a message for Reverend Val Hicks and then Freya decided she could not let Pauline end her life alone so she volunteered to sit at her bedside until the end.
So she sat and held the hand of the poor young girl who but for a moments loss of concentration would have had a life full of infinite possibilities.
At around 2.30am Reverend Valeria Hicks quietly entered the room.
She was a rather large unattractive woman in her forties, they briefly made eye contact and she smiled at Freya and revealed a missing tooth.
No words were exchanged, Rev Hicks just went straight into her well-practised ritual.
It was less than an hour later when the candle light of a twelve year old girl was snuffed out and Mr and Mrs Yeo would have a child to mourn.
The door to the on call room opened and Freya quietly entered.
Peter Gossage was in the bed and thought he heard light footsteps on the floor but then there was silence so he dismissed it.
Freya slipped silently out of her clothes and then she was in bed and cuddled up behind him pressing her naked flesh against his.
“Do you think this is a good idea?” Peter asked
“Yes” she responded in a whisper
“Why?” he asked
“Because I want to feel alive” she replied and Freya kissed the back of his neck, her lips, soft like petals on his skin and his arousal began.
As she continued with her feather light kisses, her hand reached around his torso and very quickly gripped his swelling organ.
Freya tugged expertly on him as her mouth reached his ear and her tongue licked and darted.
Peter broke away from her embrace and turned around and pushed her over onto her back and took control.
And explored every inch of her tiny body, every curve, every nook and every cranny until she had reached the point when she could wait no more.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked
“Just make me feel alive Peter” she replied and pushed Peter onto his back and then scrambled aboard him.
Freya quickly impaled herself on him and rode him roughly as she took back control.
All he could do was admire her little tits skipping in rhythm with her pumping and fondle her pert buttocks.
Freya writhed and squirmed as she extracted every ounce of pleasure from him until she reached that ecstatic point, that hinterland between being rooted to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm as she made a delicious utterance of intense satisfaction.
After about 5 minutes and without speaking Freya kissed him softly and got out of bed, she then redressed as silently as she had disrobed and left.
Tuesday 7 February 2017
Monday 6 February 2017
Freya St David, 13 – Goddess with the Strawberry Blonde Hair
(Part One)
Pretty nurse Freya St David looked in the mirror and a Goddess with strawberry blonde hair looked back at her.
She stood barely five feet tall and was slender and pale.
Her skin was flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed and on this occasion she was.
Freya was twenty eight years old to the very day but looked much younger and she was a first class flirt.
For the first time in years she was going out with her besties on her birthday.
The previous five years of birthdays had been spent with her ex-boyfriend.
But he was now history, and good riddance, 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.
Suffice was to say that the friend who betrayed her would not be celebrating her birthday with her that year or any other.
But despite it being her birthday she wasn’t her normal sparky self that day.
The first thing that brought her down was that she still hadn’t heard word one from Captain Hardman.
She had even paid a visit to her old patient Sergeant Lewis’s flat on the fifteenth floor of Gladstone Court to glean some information but there was no one home.
And the bloody lift wasn’t working again.
And the second thing that brought her down was the lead story on the evening news that said six British soldiers had been killed in Afghanistan.
Nonetheless Freya forced herself to go out and with the aid of alcohol she forced herself to enjoy it as well and with every single man she met she flirted outrageously.
But she had resolved before she left home that she wouldn’t be doing anything that night other than flirting that was her intention at any rate.
So for Freya’s twenty eighth birthday she was invited out with her best friends which started with a fabulous meal at a Lebanese Restaurant which had been named rather unimaginatively as Beirut.
None of them had eaten Lebanese before, so guided by the waiter they ordered the house special platter which consisted of a large range of meat, not at all unlike kebab meat but with much more sophisticated spicing.
They all enjoyed the meal very much and copious quantities of wine and after settling the bill they all headed to a club called the Pull Zone.
Freya decided she was going to put it to the test and see just how much of a “Pull Zone” it actually was and without the necessity of any prolonged exchanges of significant flirting she hooked Adrian.
Adrian wasn’t the best looking man she flirted with or the best dressed and his dancing left a lot to be desired but what made him her first choice was that he was obedient.
Whatever she asked him to do he did it without question and as a result she didn’t buy a drink for the rest of the night.
(Part Two)
Just on one o’clock though she was starting to flag and told everyone she was leaving, Adrian offered to walk her to the taxi rank, clearly hoping for a return on his not insignificant investment.
They were walking arm in arm down the high Street when Freya suddenly turned left without any warning.
“That’s the wrong way” Adrian said
“No it isn’t” she insisted
“It is” he said “the taxi rank is the other way”
“I need to spend a penny” she replied and walked across the church square until she got to some bushes.
“Wait there” she ordered
And Freya disappeared into the shrubbery where she squatted down pulled her knickers aside and relieved herself making a noise something akin to a racehorse pissing in a courtyard.
When she reappeared to where Adrian was standing he said
“Wow”
“Were you watching?” Freya asked
“Yes” he admitted
“Really?” She asked
“Yes” he repeated
“Well there’s hope for you yet Adrian” she said and dragged him into the bushes she had just come out of.
Freya backed up as far as she could, with her back flush to the church wall and kissed him, which he seemed to enjoy well enough, but much to her annoyance, he was a bit slow on the uptake and made no attempts to get to any of her interesting bits.
Eventually after a prolonged period of intense kissing she pulled her mouth away and said with some urgency
“Fell free to join in at any time you’re ready”
Adrian just looked at her blankly as he thought he was joining in.
“Don’t worry” she said and pushed him away to put some distance between them and first of all slipped her knickers off and then pulled her top up until it was under her chin and fully exposed her little titties.
“Have you ever heard of an “access all areas” pass?” she asked him.
Adrian nodded in the affirmative
“Well you have one sweetie” Freya said
After a moment Adrian’s blank expression lifted as it dawned on him that it was his birthday as well.
“Ah” he exclaimed as the penny dropped.
After that there was no holding him and he undid his trousers and waddled towards her like a penguin and then resumed the kissing before he got both of his hands up her skirt and grasped a buttock firmly in each hand and lifted her off the floor.
In response Freya wrapped her skinny legs around him and in a gracefully fluid motion he was inside her and they grunted and groaned in the darkness with the cheeks of Freya arse slapping on the granite in accompaniment to his efforts until he banged her to a mutually satisfactory conclusion.
They stayed in their conjoined position panting hard in the darkness for about a minute until Freya said
“I think I need to pee again now, and no you can’t watch”
She replaced her underwear and generally adjusted her apparel and they walked back to the high street where she kissed him goodnight and headed back to the club
“I thought we were going home” he said
“No I’ve got my second wind now” she shouted “Bye”
Which in plain English meant he was dumped, he had served his purpose, she could easily find someone else to buy her drinks.
Pretty nurse Freya St David looked in the mirror and a Goddess with strawberry blonde hair looked back at her.
She stood barely five feet tall and was slender and pale.
Her skin was flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed and on this occasion she was.
Freya was twenty eight years old to the very day but looked much younger and she was a first class flirt.
For the first time in years she was going out with her besties on her birthday.
The previous five years of birthdays had been spent with her ex-boyfriend.
But he was now history, and good riddance, 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.
Suffice was to say that the friend who betrayed her would not be celebrating her birthday with her that year or any other.
But despite it being her birthday she wasn’t her normal sparky self that day.
The first thing that brought her down was that she still hadn’t heard word one from Captain Hardman.
She had even paid a visit to her old patient Sergeant Lewis’s flat on the fifteenth floor of Gladstone Court to glean some information but there was no one home.
And the bloody lift wasn’t working again.
And the second thing that brought her down was the lead story on the evening news that said six British soldiers had been killed in Afghanistan.
Nonetheless Freya forced herself to go out and with the aid of alcohol she forced herself to enjoy it as well and with every single man she met she flirted outrageously.
But she had resolved before she left home that she wouldn’t be doing anything that night other than flirting that was her intention at any rate.
So for Freya’s twenty eighth birthday she was invited out with her best friends which started with a fabulous meal at a Lebanese Restaurant which had been named rather unimaginatively as Beirut.
None of them had eaten Lebanese before, so guided by the waiter they ordered the house special platter which consisted of a large range of meat, not at all unlike kebab meat but with much more sophisticated spicing.
They all enjoyed the meal very much and copious quantities of wine and after settling the bill they all headed to a club called the Pull Zone.
Freya decided she was going to put it to the test and see just how much of a “Pull Zone” it actually was and without the necessity of any prolonged exchanges of significant flirting she hooked Adrian.
Adrian wasn’t the best looking man she flirted with or the best dressed and his dancing left a lot to be desired but what made him her first choice was that he was obedient.
Whatever she asked him to do he did it without question and as a result she didn’t buy a drink for the rest of the night.
(Part Two)
Just on one o’clock though she was starting to flag and told everyone she was leaving, Adrian offered to walk her to the taxi rank, clearly hoping for a return on his not insignificant investment.
They were walking arm in arm down the high Street when Freya suddenly turned left without any warning.
“That’s the wrong way” Adrian said
“No it isn’t” she insisted
“It is” he said “the taxi rank is the other way”
“I need to spend a penny” she replied and walked across the church square until she got to some bushes.
“Wait there” she ordered
And Freya disappeared into the shrubbery where she squatted down pulled her knickers aside and relieved herself making a noise something akin to a racehorse pissing in a courtyard.
When she reappeared to where Adrian was standing he said
“Wow”
“Were you watching?” Freya asked
“Yes” he admitted
“Really?” She asked
“Yes” he repeated
“Well there’s hope for you yet Adrian” she said and dragged him into the bushes she had just come out of.
Freya backed up as far as she could, with her back flush to the church wall and kissed him, which he seemed to enjoy well enough, but much to her annoyance, he was a bit slow on the uptake and made no attempts to get to any of her interesting bits.
Eventually after a prolonged period of intense kissing she pulled her mouth away and said with some urgency
“Fell free to join in at any time you’re ready”
Adrian just looked at her blankly as he thought he was joining in.
“Don’t worry” she said and pushed him away to put some distance between them and first of all slipped her knickers off and then pulled her top up until it was under her chin and fully exposed her little titties.
“Have you ever heard of an “access all areas” pass?” she asked him.
Adrian nodded in the affirmative
“Well you have one sweetie” Freya said
After a moment Adrian’s blank expression lifted as it dawned on him that it was his birthday as well.
“Ah” he exclaimed as the penny dropped.
After that there was no holding him and he undid his trousers and waddled towards her like a penguin and then resumed the kissing before he got both of his hands up her skirt and grasped a buttock firmly in each hand and lifted her off the floor.
In response Freya wrapped her skinny legs around him and in a gracefully fluid motion he was inside her and they grunted and groaned in the darkness with the cheeks of Freya arse slapping on the granite in accompaniment to his efforts until he banged her to a mutually satisfactory conclusion.
They stayed in their conjoined position panting hard in the darkness for about a minute until Freya said
“I think I need to pee again now, and no you can’t watch”
She replaced her underwear and generally adjusted her apparel and they walked back to the high street where she kissed him goodnight and headed back to the club
“I thought we were going home” he said
“No I’ve got my second wind now” she shouted “Bye”
Which in plain English meant he was dumped, he had served his purpose, she could easily find someone else to buy her drinks.
Sunday 5 February 2017
Freya St David, 12 – Goddess of Asgard
Freya St David was a pretty nurse with strawberry coloured hair, she was barely five feet tall, slender and pale and she was from Tipton in the northern most part of the county.
Freya was twenty seven years old but looked much younger, her skin was always flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed and she was a first class flirt.
Yet she never did anything more than that and she really enjoyed flirting.
And that was as far as it ever went until the time that her pig of a boyfriend, who she had suspected was shagging her best friend, confessed it to her one night.
And from that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.
Well that was until she had an epiphany, or more precisely when she met Captain Hardman.
As a district nurse she had a number of regular home visit, terminally ill or housebound patients which kept her very busy but she had a few days off.
But despite having the time off she was still having a very busy week and by the time she returned to the District Nursing office she would probably relish the change of pace.
She had spent the week in her little two bedroom house on a modern development in Abbeyvale doing chores.
It had now been six weeks since she had danced the night away with her Captain and it had left her in a quandary.
She had curbed her appetites because her thoughts kept wandering to Jonathon Hardman, she was still horny as hell but she had lost her focus.
However she still hadn’t heard from him.
Which was why when she was told she had to take some leave she had decided to spring clean the house from top to bottom to keep herself occupied.
She had dusted, vacuumed, washed, mopped and polished, and bedding was washed as was every curtain.
So by Friday lunchtime the whole house was gleaming.
As she admired her handiwork Freya was wearing knee length blue and white striped dungarees over a white vest top and a smug look of satisfaction.
Freya had just put the kettle on when there was a knock at the door.
She opened the door and a man of about her age was standing there.
“Can I help?” she said
“Freya!” the man said
“Yes that’s me” she said
“It’s Gary” he said, slightly put out that he had to give his name. “From Tipton”
“Oh Gary” Freya said “I didn’t recognise you”
“Apparently so” Gary said
Gary was her first boyfriend and her first sexual partner.
“Come in” she said amused at his annoyance
They were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee when she asked
“How did you find me?”
“I got your address from your mum” he said
“Why?” she asked
“Well I knew I was going to be in Abbeyvale and I thought I would look you up”
He replied unconvincingly
“You never were a very good liar” Freya said
“I’ve been thinking about you a lot recently” he confessed
“Your mum told me you were still single”
“Oh yes” Freya said suspiciously and cleared the cups to the sink.
“I think we should get back together” he said
“What?” she said and turning around in surprise
“We were good together” Gary said
“We were just kids” Freya said “And we haven’t seen each other for ten years, we’re strangers”
“Never strangers” he said
“And you’re married” she said
“Separated” he corrected her “permanently separated”
“I’m sorry to hear that” Freya said
“She betrayed me” he said with affront
“So you want to get back with me to spite her” she said
“No Frey” he replied “You’ve always been the one”
And he leant in and kissed her and in spite of herself she kissed him back, he was always a good kisser, so she joined in.
And as part of her response to his kiss she laced her skinny arms around his neck and pulled her whole frame in close.
His hands began on her back but quickly descended to settle on her pert little buttocks.
Freya was so close to him she could feel his erection which grew with each passing moment.
“Let’s go to bed” he suggested
Freya was quite horny but going to bed with him, when she’d just put clean bed linen on? not a chance.
“No” she replied “you can have me here”
She broke away from his embrace and walked on to the rug in the middle of the kitchen and with her back to him she first unhooked the straps on her dungarees and let them drop to the floor.
Then her white cotton knickers followed before she sank to her knees on the rug presenting her nether regions to him.
He began undoing his trousers but then hesitated
“We shouldn’t be doing it like this,” he said
“Shut up and do me,” Freya instructed
He completed the removal of his trousers as instructed and then he knelt behind her and did her on all fours on the kitchen floor.
Freya thought he had improved somewhat since their last joining ten years earlier though not excessively so.
But nonetheless he rogered her to a juddering climax.
A few minutes after they uncoupled Freya had quickly redressed herself.
“Well that was pleasant enough” she said
“Only pleasant?” Gary responded
“I’m afraid so” she replied
“So what about us getting back together?” Gary asked
“No” Freya replied
“You always were a slut” he said harshly
“And you were always dull” she replied and opened the front door.
Freya was twenty seven years old but looked much younger, her skin was always flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed and she was a first class flirt.
Yet she never did anything more than that and she really enjoyed flirting.
And that was as far as it ever went until the time that her pig of a boyfriend, who she had suspected was shagging her best friend, confessed it to her one night.
And from that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.
Well that was until she had an epiphany, or more precisely when she met Captain Hardman.
As a district nurse she had a number of regular home visit, terminally ill or housebound patients which kept her very busy but she had a few days off.
But despite having the time off she was still having a very busy week and by the time she returned to the District Nursing office she would probably relish the change of pace.
She had spent the week in her little two bedroom house on a modern development in Abbeyvale doing chores.
It had now been six weeks since she had danced the night away with her Captain and it had left her in a quandary.
She had curbed her appetites because her thoughts kept wandering to Jonathon Hardman, she was still horny as hell but she had lost her focus.
However she still hadn’t heard from him.
Which was why when she was told she had to take some leave she had decided to spring clean the house from top to bottom to keep herself occupied.
She had dusted, vacuumed, washed, mopped and polished, and bedding was washed as was every curtain.
So by Friday lunchtime the whole house was gleaming.
As she admired her handiwork Freya was wearing knee length blue and white striped dungarees over a white vest top and a smug look of satisfaction.
Freya had just put the kettle on when there was a knock at the door.
She opened the door and a man of about her age was standing there.
“Can I help?” she said
“Freya!” the man said
“Yes that’s me” she said
“It’s Gary” he said, slightly put out that he had to give his name. “From Tipton”
“Oh Gary” Freya said “I didn’t recognise you”
“Apparently so” Gary said
Gary was her first boyfriend and her first sexual partner.
“Come in” she said amused at his annoyance
They were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee when she asked
“How did you find me?”
“I got your address from your mum” he said
“Why?” she asked
“Well I knew I was going to be in Abbeyvale and I thought I would look you up”
He replied unconvincingly
“You never were a very good liar” Freya said
“I’ve been thinking about you a lot recently” he confessed
“Your mum told me you were still single”
“Oh yes” Freya said suspiciously and cleared the cups to the sink.
“I think we should get back together” he said
“What?” she said and turning around in surprise
“We were good together” Gary said
“We were just kids” Freya said “And we haven’t seen each other for ten years, we’re strangers”
“Never strangers” he said
“And you’re married” she said
“Separated” he corrected her “permanently separated”
“I’m sorry to hear that” Freya said
“She betrayed me” he said with affront
“So you want to get back with me to spite her” she said
“No Frey” he replied “You’ve always been the one”
And he leant in and kissed her and in spite of herself she kissed him back, he was always a good kisser, so she joined in.
And as part of her response to his kiss she laced her skinny arms around his neck and pulled her whole frame in close.
His hands began on her back but quickly descended to settle on her pert little buttocks.
Freya was so close to him she could feel his erection which grew with each passing moment.
“Let’s go to bed” he suggested
Freya was quite horny but going to bed with him, when she’d just put clean bed linen on? not a chance.
“No” she replied “you can have me here”
She broke away from his embrace and walked on to the rug in the middle of the kitchen and with her back to him she first unhooked the straps on her dungarees and let them drop to the floor.
Then her white cotton knickers followed before she sank to her knees on the rug presenting her nether regions to him.
He began undoing his trousers but then hesitated
“We shouldn’t be doing it like this,” he said
“Shut up and do me,” Freya instructed
He completed the removal of his trousers as instructed and then he knelt behind her and did her on all fours on the kitchen floor.
Freya thought he had improved somewhat since their last joining ten years earlier though not excessively so.
But nonetheless he rogered her to a juddering climax.
A few minutes after they uncoupled Freya had quickly redressed herself.
“Well that was pleasant enough” she said
“Only pleasant?” Gary responded
“I’m afraid so” she replied
“So what about us getting back together?” Gary asked
“No” Freya replied
“You always were a slut” he said harshly
“And you were always dull” she replied and opened the front door.
Saturday 4 February 2017
Freya St David, 11 – Goddess of Sessrúmnir
Freya St David was a pretty nurse with strawberry coloured hair, she was barely five feet tall, slender and pale and she was from Tipton in the northern most part of the county.
Freya was twenty seven years old but looked much younger and she was a first class flirt, and her skin was always flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.
Yet she never did anything more than flirt and she really enjoyed flirting.
And that was as far as it ever went until the time that her pig of a boyfriend, who she had suspected was shagging her best friend, confessed it to her one night.
And from that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.
As a district nurse she had a number of regular home visit, terminally ill or housebound patients and she’d built up a good rapport with most of them.
She had had a very busy week and by the time she returned to the District Nursing office she was exhausted.
“Oh God” she said to herself when she saw that George was still there, he was one of the temporary cleaners, covering while the usual couple were on holiday for the week.
He was good at his job but he fancied himself a bit, and he was a good looking lad with a well-toned body but he was no more than 18 years old.
This however didn’t prevent him from propositioning every female member of staff irrespective of their age.
Freya had been swatting him away like a mosquito all week thankfully the A team were back after the weekend.
She really wasn’t in the mood for any of his nonsense.
Freya was not in the best of moods to begin with as she was a bit miffed that she hadn’t heard anything from the captain, she felt sure that there was a connexion between them, she thought maybe a text message or an email, even snail mail but there was nothing.
She was also hot and bothered as it had been a hot day and because they had to wear the full uniform on her rounds including black tights and her legs were sweaty.
Freya didn’t like sweaty legs much so as the evening was still warm and as the office was officially closed the first thing she did when she got back to her desk was to remove her black tights and let some air to her legs.
She was also moody because she hadn’t had it for a while.
Freya was always horny in the hot weather and as she hadn’t been active since the day of the Summer Ball she was like a volcano ready to erupt.
So when George propositioned her in the waiting room for the umpteenth time that week she snapped
“So you fancy a bit of Ginger?” she shouted and got right in his face
“Well erm um well” he stammered
“Well let’s see what you’ve got big boy” she said angrily and thrust her hand down the front of his joggers and grabbed his cock which, as was the habit with teenagers instantly swelled in her hand.
“Not bad” she said and he tried to kiss her
“They’ll be none of that” she snapped
She wasn’t about to let him fuck her, she had however decided to fuck him, just in case he had a hair trigger.
She released his cock and yanked his joggers and pants down to expose his not insubstantial organ and then pushed him backwards onto the large low table in the middle of the waiting room littered with magazines and other reading matter.
“Get on your back” she snarled and he meekly complied
Freya climbed on top of him, pulled her knickers aside and slid herself onto him
“Is that what you wanted George” she said
“Oh yes” he said and tried to touch her arse
Freya slapped his hands away and said
“Just hold on to the table and try not to come too soon”
She moaned coarsely as she skewered herself on him.
He reached up to fondle her tits through her uniform but again she slapped his hands away again.
“I won’t tell you again” she snapped.
Freya wasn’t interested in him enjoying himself this was all about her stress relief, her satisfaction, and her volcanic eruption.
Which she would get as long as he didn’t finish prematurely.
Freya was content to close her eyes and ignore the callow youth treating him as no more than a dildo as she remained in complete control and exuded the most sensual self-satisfying moans as she rode him to their mutual climax.
She climbed off him and rearranged her drawers and looked down at George lying down on the table with a grin on his face.
“You can put that away now” she said and batted his withering erection like a cat swiping at its prey which made him wince and removed the grin “And tidy this mess up”
Freya was twenty seven years old but looked much younger and she was a first class flirt, and her skin was always flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.
Yet she never did anything more than flirt and she really enjoyed flirting.
And that was as far as it ever went until the time that her pig of a boyfriend, who she had suspected was shagging her best friend, confessed it to her one night.
And from that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.
As a district nurse she had a number of regular home visit, terminally ill or housebound patients and she’d built up a good rapport with most of them.
She had had a very busy week and by the time she returned to the District Nursing office she was exhausted.
“Oh God” she said to herself when she saw that George was still there, he was one of the temporary cleaners, covering while the usual couple were on holiday for the week.
He was good at his job but he fancied himself a bit, and he was a good looking lad with a well-toned body but he was no more than 18 years old.
This however didn’t prevent him from propositioning every female member of staff irrespective of their age.
Freya had been swatting him away like a mosquito all week thankfully the A team were back after the weekend.
She really wasn’t in the mood for any of his nonsense.
Freya was not in the best of moods to begin with as she was a bit miffed that she hadn’t heard anything from the captain, she felt sure that there was a connexion between them, she thought maybe a text message or an email, even snail mail but there was nothing.
She was also hot and bothered as it had been a hot day and because they had to wear the full uniform on her rounds including black tights and her legs were sweaty.
Freya didn’t like sweaty legs much so as the evening was still warm and as the office was officially closed the first thing she did when she got back to her desk was to remove her black tights and let some air to her legs.
She was also moody because she hadn’t had it for a while.
Freya was always horny in the hot weather and as she hadn’t been active since the day of the Summer Ball she was like a volcano ready to erupt.
So when George propositioned her in the waiting room for the umpteenth time that week she snapped
“So you fancy a bit of Ginger?” she shouted and got right in his face
“Well erm um well” he stammered
“Well let’s see what you’ve got big boy” she said angrily and thrust her hand down the front of his joggers and grabbed his cock which, as was the habit with teenagers instantly swelled in her hand.
“Not bad” she said and he tried to kiss her
“They’ll be none of that” she snapped
She wasn’t about to let him fuck her, she had however decided to fuck him, just in case he had a hair trigger.
She released his cock and yanked his joggers and pants down to expose his not insubstantial organ and then pushed him backwards onto the large low table in the middle of the waiting room littered with magazines and other reading matter.
“Get on your back” she snarled and he meekly complied
Freya climbed on top of him, pulled her knickers aside and slid herself onto him
“Is that what you wanted George” she said
“Oh yes” he said and tried to touch her arse
Freya slapped his hands away and said
“Just hold on to the table and try not to come too soon”
She moaned coarsely as she skewered herself on him.
He reached up to fondle her tits through her uniform but again she slapped his hands away again.
“I won’t tell you again” she snapped.
Freya wasn’t interested in him enjoying himself this was all about her stress relief, her satisfaction, and her volcanic eruption.
Which she would get as long as he didn’t finish prematurely.
Freya was content to close her eyes and ignore the callow youth treating him as no more than a dildo as she remained in complete control and exuded the most sensual self-satisfying moans as she rode him to their mutual climax.
She climbed off him and rearranged her drawers and looked down at George lying down on the table with a grin on his face.
“You can put that away now” she said and batted his withering erection like a cat swiping at its prey which made him wince and removed the grin “And tidy this mess up”
Friday 3 February 2017
Freya St David, 10 – Goddess of Love Songs
(Part One)
Freya St David was a pretty nurse, slender and pale with strawberry coloured hair and stood barely five feet tall.
She was a district nurse and on that particular day her first call of the day was on the fifteenth floor of a tower block called Gladstone Court.
Her patient that day was Ben Lewis, a sergeant in The Downshire Light Infantry who had been severely wounded by an IAD in Afghanistan and was a double amputee.
His 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, but when she started visiting him Ben’s main problem was a near terminal case of self-pity and low self-esteem.
Twenty seven year old Freya looked much younger and she was a first class flirt.
And for a long time flirting was as far as she went until she found out that all the time she was being faithful to her boyfriend he was shagging her best friend and from that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.
And it was such pleasures that restored Sergeant Lewis’s will to live.
On that day although her schedule was very heavy in the morning she didn’t mind too much as she had the afternoon off, but it was with a little sadness that she approached the Lewis flat for the final time.
There was no confrontation with the neighbor’s on this occasion as she walked along the landing, though she did notice the curtain twitch, so Freya turned and smiled.
The last time she was there she was verbally abused by the wife who, completely unprovoked, called her vile names and warned her to keep away from her husband.
She didn’t even find the man particularly attractive and as a result, and to her great shame, and totally out of spite, she shagged the husband.
“Good morning” she said when Mrs. Lewis answered the door
“Hello dear” she said “my word its busy this morning”
“Yes?” Freya said
“Oh yes dear” she confirmed “We have a real house full”
“Well it’s my last visit today” Freya said
“I know dear” Mrs L said “We’ll miss you”
Freya went upstairs and knocked on Ben’s door
“Come in” he called
“Morning serge” Freya said and then realised he was not alone
“Hi Frey” Karen said and kissed her.
Karen was Ben’s fiancé and credited Freya for restoring Ben’s will to live.
Though I doubt if Karen would have kissed her if she’d known how she achieved it.
“Hello Karen” she said
But there was someone else in the room also who had caught Freya’s attention.
“This if my CO” Ben said “Captain Hardman”
“Pleased to meet you Captain” Freya said
“Jonathon” he said and shook her hand
Freya liked him, his handshake was firm, his handsome face was warm and open and his voice was like honey on her ears.
“Jonathon” she said
Then Karen and the Captain left nurse and patient alone.
When she returned downstairs after discharging Ben, and having finished the paperwork for her final visit and having said her goodbyes to Ben, she was disappointed to find Captain Hardman had left, Freya was very taken with him.
So she said her farewell to Mrs Lewis and got on her way because after her rounds she had the afternoon off to get ready for the Summer Ball.
(Part Two)
After lunch Freya went home and changed before going out to have a manicure, pedicure and a facial which took most of the afternoon but not as much as she thought so on the way back home she called in at the Boazman’s in Carrington.
James was a lonely, soon to be widower as his wife was dying.
They weren’t patients on her NHS list but were serviced by a private nursing agency that Freya was moonlighting for and she was doing some additional servicing of her own on the side.
James Boazman was a good looking man in his early forties slim and even elegant and he always smelt gorgeous.
And despite his great wealth he was sad and lonely, sad because the woman he loved was dying and lonely because of his self-imposed imprisonment in his home.
Freya had approached the problem with her usual finessed skill set and let him shag her.
And she had been letting him shag her for several weeks.
She thought sex with James was a very pleasurable experience but she did wish he would be more dynamic and take the lead.
“Come in” he said and Freya walked in as invited.
But it was no more than a minute or so after she’d taken off her coat before he was on her and he took her firm young body in his arms.
He kissed her as he fumbled inside her sweater and quickly rummaged his way through the scant layers until he reached her bare flesh and then moments later he had his hands on her little tits.
In response to his unexpected, yet welcome assault, her hot mouth was clamped over his and her darting tongue explored every inch of his mouth and she snorted noisily through her nose.
Then Freya’s mouth, lips and tongue kissed and licked and nibbled their way to his ear as James’s hands were yanking her leggings off her buttocks and squeezing the pliable cheeks until his hands were entering her knickers and dragging them off her plump cheeks as well.
Once her knickers and leggings were at half-mast James turned his attention to moister fare and his fingers dallied briefly amidst her lush bush, and Freya stopped tonguing his ear and looked at him earnestly before giving him one of her dirty smiles and his finger slipped inside her crease.
Her smile widened and her eyes rolled back into her head as he roughly fingered her.
Freya was pinned against the wall with her knickers around her thighs as he frigged and she was loving every second of it, but she was ready now, she was so ready.
James must have sensed it because he turned her to face the wall
and slid his left hand across her soft belly and gripped her right hip firmly and lifted her small frame off the ground to bringing her waiting wetness up to the height of his waiting shaft and gripping her tightly with his left arm he offered his erection up to her eager loins.
Freya gasped as he penetrated her,
“Oh God James”
He continued to support her weight with his arm wrapped around her middle and her legs dangled and swung like she was a rag doll.
She was moaning uncontrollably as he went at her,
Getting ever closer to the threshold she panted through gritted teeth and he grunted on every stroke until it ended with Freya’s scream of satisfaction and they both collapsed to the floor.
“You see James that’s what happens when I let you take the initiative”
(Part Three)
The annual Summer Ball at the Abbottsford Regents Hotel was for health employees of the town and its environs.
It was always a grand affair, Dinner jackets and evening dresses were compulsory.
Freya was wearing a knee length emerald green dress that hugged her figure beautifully and her shoulder length Strawberry blonde hair was down so it danced around her nape as she walked,
Freya was a small girl; stick thin, with small breasts though in that beautiful emerald green dress it appeared she had no bust line at all, though her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric.
She had well defined hips and an arse to die for, with stunning legs clad in black, her shoes were green to match her dress.
But at five foot tall in her stocking feet even four inch heels failed to make an impression on her diminutive stature.
“Hello” he said “its nurse St David isn’t it?"
“Yes” she replied “Freya”
Despite the fact she had only met him the once, and briefly at that, she recognised him instantly even in a dinner suit.
“Hello Captain”
“Call me Jonathon” he said “or Jon”
“No uniform tonight Jon?” she asked
“I love a man in uniform” and then she inexplicably blushed she never normally blushed when she was flirting.
In her head she chastised herself for behaving like a schoolgirl.
She was 27 for god’s sake so start acting like it, and whatever you do don’t ask…
“Are you here with someone?” she asked
“Yes and no” he replied
Freya only heard the word yes and was very disappointed
“I’m here with my brother Bob” he continued.
"Bob?" she asked
"Yes Dr Hardman"
“Oh I see" Freya said
She had heard the name but didn’t know the man personally.
That wasn’t important, the Captain was "alone" and that was.
“I was sorry to have missed you at the house this morning” she said
“Yes me too” he agreed “But I had to get back to camp, the Regiment is deploying again”
"Oh" she said "when?"
“Tomorrow” Jon replied
“Tomorrow?” she said disappointed again “you can’t say where I suppose?”
“No”
“But nowhere nice?” She asked
“Definitely not somewhere nice” he agreed
A comfortable silence settled around them and Freya’s mind drifted.
Freya really liked him, if she didn’t like him so much she could have given him a farewell shag to send him on his way, but she didn’t think it appropriate even though she fancied him.
He wasn’t one of her normal potential conquests, even though they had only met that day she felt he was worth more than a knee trembler in an alley.
And Freya wanted more than a kneetrembler in an alley
“Would you like to dance?” he asked
“Love to” she replied
Jon took her hand and led her to the dance floor and they danced through “I’m not in love” by10cc
“James Blunts “You’re Beautiful”
Barbara Streisand’s “The way we were”
“I will always love you” by Whitney Houston
And Fleetwood Macs “Albatross”
When Jon was tapped on the shoulder, he relinquished his hold on Freya and turned around
“Come on bro” a man said “it’s time”
“Ok Bob” he said “I’ll be right there”
Bob nodded and walked towards the door
“I’m afraid I need to go” Jon said
“I understand” she said
“It was nice seeing you again” he said
“Perhaps when I return I could call you?”
“Yes” Freya said “I’d like that”
And then he was gone.
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 first call of the day was on the fifteenth floor of a tower block called Gladstone Court.
Her patient that day was Ben Lewis, a sergeant in The Downshire Light Infantry who had been severely wounded by an IAD in Afghanistan and was a double amputee.
His 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, but when she started visiting him Ben’s main problem was a near terminal case of self-pity and low self-esteem.
Twenty seven year old Freya looked much younger and she was a first class flirt.
And for a long time flirting was as far as she went until she found out that all the time she was being faithful to her boyfriend he was shagging her best friend and from that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.
And it was such pleasures that restored Sergeant Lewis’s will to live.
On that day although her schedule was very heavy in the morning she didn’t mind too much as she had the afternoon off, but it was with a little sadness that she approached the Lewis flat for the final time.
There was no confrontation with the neighbor’s on this occasion as she walked along the landing, though she did notice the curtain twitch, so Freya turned and smiled.
The last time she was there she was verbally abused by the wife who, completely unprovoked, called her vile names and warned her to keep away from her husband.
She didn’t even find the man particularly attractive and as a result, and to her great shame, and totally out of spite, she shagged the husband.
“Good morning” she said when Mrs. Lewis answered the door
“Hello dear” she said “my word its busy this morning”
“Yes?” Freya said
“Oh yes dear” she confirmed “We have a real house full”
“Well it’s my last visit today” Freya said
“I know dear” Mrs L said “We’ll miss you”
Freya went upstairs and knocked on Ben’s door
“Come in” he called
“Morning serge” Freya said and then realised he was not alone
“Hi Frey” Karen said and kissed her.
Karen was Ben’s fiancé and credited Freya for restoring Ben’s will to live.
Though I doubt if Karen would have kissed her if she’d known how she achieved it.
“Hello Karen” she said
But there was someone else in the room also who had caught Freya’s attention.
“This if my CO” Ben said “Captain Hardman”
“Pleased to meet you Captain” Freya said
“Jonathon” he said and shook her hand
Freya liked him, his handshake was firm, his handsome face was warm and open and his voice was like honey on her ears.
“Jonathon” she said
Then Karen and the Captain left nurse and patient alone.
When she returned downstairs after discharging Ben, and having finished the paperwork for her final visit and having said her goodbyes to Ben, she was disappointed to find Captain Hardman had left, Freya was very taken with him.
So she said her farewell to Mrs Lewis and got on her way because after her rounds she had the afternoon off to get ready for the Summer Ball.
(Part Two)
After lunch Freya went home and changed before going out to have a manicure, pedicure and a facial which took most of the afternoon but not as much as she thought so on the way back home she called in at the Boazman’s in Carrington.
James was a lonely, soon to be widower as his wife was dying.
They weren’t patients on her NHS list but were serviced by a private nursing agency that Freya was moonlighting for and she was doing some additional servicing of her own on the side.
James Boazman was a good looking man in his early forties slim and even elegant and he always smelt gorgeous.
And despite his great wealth he was sad and lonely, sad because the woman he loved was dying and lonely because of his self-imposed imprisonment in his home.
Freya had approached the problem with her usual finessed skill set and let him shag her.
And she had been letting him shag her for several weeks.
She thought sex with James was a very pleasurable experience but she did wish he would be more dynamic and take the lead.
“Come in” he said and Freya walked in as invited.
But it was no more than a minute or so after she’d taken off her coat before he was on her and he took her firm young body in his arms.
He kissed her as he fumbled inside her sweater and quickly rummaged his way through the scant layers until he reached her bare flesh and then moments later he had his hands on her little tits.
In response to his unexpected, yet welcome assault, her hot mouth was clamped over his and her darting tongue explored every inch of his mouth and she snorted noisily through her nose.
Then Freya’s mouth, lips and tongue kissed and licked and nibbled their way to his ear as James’s hands were yanking her leggings off her buttocks and squeezing the pliable cheeks until his hands were entering her knickers and dragging them off her plump cheeks as well.
Once her knickers and leggings were at half-mast James turned his attention to moister fare and his fingers dallied briefly amidst her lush bush, and Freya stopped tonguing his ear and looked at him earnestly before giving him one of her dirty smiles and his finger slipped inside her crease.
Her smile widened and her eyes rolled back into her head as he roughly fingered her.
Freya was pinned against the wall with her knickers around her thighs as he frigged and she was loving every second of it, but she was ready now, she was so ready.
James must have sensed it because he turned her to face the wall
and slid his left hand across her soft belly and gripped her right hip firmly and lifted her small frame off the ground to bringing her waiting wetness up to the height of his waiting shaft and gripping her tightly with his left arm he offered his erection up to her eager loins.
Freya gasped as he penetrated her,
“Oh God James”
He continued to support her weight with his arm wrapped around her middle and her legs dangled and swung like she was a rag doll.
She was moaning uncontrollably as he went at her,
Getting ever closer to the threshold she panted through gritted teeth and he grunted on every stroke until it ended with Freya’s scream of satisfaction and they both collapsed to the floor.
“You see James that’s what happens when I let you take the initiative”
(Part Three)
The annual Summer Ball at the Abbottsford Regents Hotel was for health employees of the town and its environs.
It was always a grand affair, Dinner jackets and evening dresses were compulsory.
Freya was wearing a knee length emerald green dress that hugged her figure beautifully and her shoulder length Strawberry blonde hair was down so it danced around her nape as she walked,
Freya was a small girl; stick thin, with small breasts though in that beautiful emerald green dress it appeared she had no bust line at all, though her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric.
She had well defined hips and an arse to die for, with stunning legs clad in black, her shoes were green to match her dress.
But at five foot tall in her stocking feet even four inch heels failed to make an impression on her diminutive stature.
“Hello” he said “its nurse St David isn’t it?"
“Yes” she replied “Freya”
Despite the fact she had only met him the once, and briefly at that, she recognised him instantly even in a dinner suit.
“Hello Captain”
“Call me Jonathon” he said “or Jon”
“No uniform tonight Jon?” she asked
“I love a man in uniform” and then she inexplicably blushed she never normally blushed when she was flirting.
In her head she chastised herself for behaving like a schoolgirl.
She was 27 for god’s sake so start acting like it, and whatever you do don’t ask…
“Are you here with someone?” she asked
“Yes and no” he replied
Freya only heard the word yes and was very disappointed
“I’m here with my brother Bob” he continued.
"Bob?" she asked
"Yes Dr Hardman"
“Oh I see" Freya said
She had heard the name but didn’t know the man personally.
That wasn’t important, the Captain was "alone" and that was.
“I was sorry to have missed you at the house this morning” she said
“Yes me too” he agreed “But I had to get back to camp, the Regiment is deploying again”
"Oh" she said "when?"
“Tomorrow” Jon replied
“Tomorrow?” she said disappointed again “you can’t say where I suppose?”
“No”
“But nowhere nice?” She asked
“Definitely not somewhere nice” he agreed
A comfortable silence settled around them and Freya’s mind drifted.
Freya really liked him, if she didn’t like him so much she could have given him a farewell shag to send him on his way, but she didn’t think it appropriate even though she fancied him.
He wasn’t one of her normal potential conquests, even though they had only met that day she felt he was worth more than a knee trembler in an alley.
And Freya wanted more than a kneetrembler in an alley
“Would you like to dance?” he asked
“Love to” she replied
Jon took her hand and led her to the dance floor and they danced through “I’m not in love” by10cc
“James Blunts “You’re Beautiful”
Barbara Streisand’s “The way we were”
“I will always love you” by Whitney Houston
And Fleetwood Macs “Albatross”
When Jon was tapped on the shoulder, he relinquished his hold on Freya and turned around
“Come on bro” a man said “it’s time”
“Ok Bob” he said “I’ll be right there”
Bob nodded and walked towards the door
“I’m afraid I need to go” Jon said
“I understand” she said
“It was nice seeing you again” he said
“Perhaps when I return I could call you?”
“Yes” Freya said “I’d like that”
And then he was gone.
Thursday 2 February 2017
Freya St David, 09 – Goddess of Wealth
(Part One)
Freya St David was a pretty nurse with strawberry coloured hair, and despite the fact that she was barely five feet tall, and looked like a breadth of wind might blow her away, she was very strong and full of self-confidence.
But it hadn’t always been that way when as a young girl she lived in the village of Tipton in the northern most part of the county.
Freya was twenty seven years old but looked much younger and she was a first class flirt.
But flirting was as far as she ever went until she found out that all the time she was being faithful to her boyfriend he was shagging her best friend.
From that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.
She was a district nurse by profession but on that particular day she was supplementing her income with some private work.
She worked through an agency and did a wide variety of roles, evenings and weekends, the only thing she refused to do was work at the Churchill Hospital where she worked out of, as she thought that was taking the piss.
Freya was on her way to a private house on the outskirts of the Village of Carrington.
It was a big Art Deco house built in the thirties, very elegant and very stylish.
But for its owner James Boazman it had become like a prison because even a gilded cage was still a cage.
He was a good looking man in his early forties slim an even elegant and he always smelt gorgeous.
The reason for his imprisonment was his wife’s illness.
Freya’s role in regard to Amanda Boazman was palliative care although she was very far along and barely conscious.
Freya was the night shift and apart from managing her medication she just had to sit with her.
It enabled her to nap quite a lot so as not to impact on her day job, she was fortunate in one respect that she had never slept for more than 6 hours a night in her life.
It was about three o’clock in the morning when Freya woke from a dose, she checked the patient and decided go and get herself a drink.
She crept quietly down the stairs so as not to disturb Mr Boazman.
Freya tip toed her way down until she was startled by a sound, she stopped and listened and then carried on.
As she approached his study she noticed a light under the door.
When she got closer she could see him seated at his desk.
“Hello Mr Boazman” said Freya
“Is everything alright?” he said startled
“Yes I was just getting a drink” she replied
“Are you ok?” she asked and entered the room and approached him.
“If you’re having trouble sleeping I can give you something” she said
“I’m fine really” he said
“I don’t think you are” Freya said and sat herself on the corner of his desk “So come on out with it”
He didn’t say anything immediately but Freya noticed he was staring at her legs, and then he realised she had noticed.
“Well I’m ashamed to say it but…. I’m bored”
He admitted
“I can’t go out and leave her but I can’t have people over here either”
“It’s not just that though is it?” she said as she noticed his eyes on her legs again.
“No” he agreed and proceeded to tell her the root of his problem which all boiled down to the fact that he was horny and he wasn’t getting any.
All his wealth and nobody was wetting his whistle.
This development was not expected and as she had awoken from her doze a little moist herself was not entirely unwelcome.
But whether a man too principled to pay a prostitute to come to the house and service him would be unscrupulous enough to shag his wife’s nurse was the big question.
She decided to put him to the test.
(Part Two)
As he had shown such an interest in her legs she would give him something more tantalizing to look at.
As she sat down her skirt had rucked up at the back and she knew it would not reposition its self.
She could see in her peripheral vision that there was a book on the far corner of the desk.
Freya stood up and in one fluid movement turned around and reached across the desk to retrieve the book.
This she managed to achieve with the bulk of her skirt still rucked up which meant Mr Boazman had a great view not only of her lovely legs but also most of her arse.
“So what are you reading?” she said in no hurry to return to the perpendicular.
He didn’t answer, so Freya thought he must have been digesting the view.
She threw a little glance over her shoulder and saw that he had wheeled his chair slightly to his left to give him a completely unhindered view of her display.
"Dickens" he said in answer to her question just as she was wondering quite how long she could stay in that position.
"Not long" was her conclusion just as she felt his hands on the back of her thighs.
His fingers were spread wide and his thumbs pointed upwards towards the prize as they moved slowly northwards.
"That’s nice" she said encouragingly and relinquished her hold of the book.
"It’s beautiful" he responded as his palms reached her fleshy cheeks.
Freya was bent over the desk with her full weight on her palms wondering if he would have the initiative to take advantage of the situation just as James relinquished his hold of her arse.
Freya thought the worse and feared his conscience had got the better of him.
But he had only ceased his fondling in order to raise the hem of her uniform halfway up her back.
He then ran his hands up to the waistband of her tights and yanked then smartly downwards in such a swift movement not unlike the magicians tablecloth trick and her knickers came down with them.
So with her knickers and tights safely around her knees Freya was assured to get something for her trouble but precisely what she was about to get she did not know.
Out of Freya’s line of sight James had undone his trousers and was sat in his chair with his erection in one hand while the other resumed its fondling of her buttocks briefly before nonchalantly slipping an inquisitive finger between her juicy lips almost like checking the oil level on your car and Freya let out an acquiescent moan in response.
And when his finger came out wet he positioned his chair as close up behind her as possible.
“Come on then" he commanded and with his powerful hands on her tiny hips he encouraged her towards him.
Freya who still had both hands on the desk pushed herself up and then with his guidance lowered herself onto him.
If he had been in any doubt up to that point that she was experienced she dispelled them instantly as she rose and fell on him, rising almost to the very tip of him and then all the way down.
Freya was experienced but this position was new to her, he grunted and moaned beneath her as she rode him and it felt wonderfully dirty.
Afterwards Freya reflected on the event and felt she had done a good turn, he would at least sleep well even if he would have a betrayal on his conscience.
Freya was well satisfied with what she had given and what she had received.
James was a passive partner but Freya thought that with a bank holiday weekend approaching when she was due to do three twelve hour shifts she would have time enough to cure him of that.
Freya St David was a pretty nurse with strawberry coloured hair, and despite the fact that she was barely five feet tall, and looked like a breadth of wind might blow her away, she was very strong and full of self-confidence.
But it hadn’t always been that way when as a young girl she lived in the village of Tipton in the northern most part of the county.
Freya was twenty seven years old but looked much younger and she was a first class flirt.
But flirting was as far as she ever went until she found out that all the time she was being faithful to her boyfriend he was shagging her best friend.
From that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.
She was a district nurse by profession but on that particular day she was supplementing her income with some private work.
She worked through an agency and did a wide variety of roles, evenings and weekends, the only thing she refused to do was work at the Churchill Hospital where she worked out of, as she thought that was taking the piss.
Freya was on her way to a private house on the outskirts of the Village of Carrington.
It was a big Art Deco house built in the thirties, very elegant and very stylish.
But for its owner James Boazman it had become like a prison because even a gilded cage was still a cage.
He was a good looking man in his early forties slim an even elegant and he always smelt gorgeous.
The reason for his imprisonment was his wife’s illness.
Freya’s role in regard to Amanda Boazman was palliative care although she was very far along and barely conscious.
Freya was the night shift and apart from managing her medication she just had to sit with her.
It enabled her to nap quite a lot so as not to impact on her day job, she was fortunate in one respect that she had never slept for more than 6 hours a night in her life.
It was about three o’clock in the morning when Freya woke from a dose, she checked the patient and decided go and get herself a drink.
She crept quietly down the stairs so as not to disturb Mr Boazman.
Freya tip toed her way down until she was startled by a sound, she stopped and listened and then carried on.
As she approached his study she noticed a light under the door.
When she got closer she could see him seated at his desk.
“Hello Mr Boazman” said Freya
“Is everything alright?” he said startled
“Yes I was just getting a drink” she replied
“Are you ok?” she asked and entered the room and approached him.
“If you’re having trouble sleeping I can give you something” she said
“I’m fine really” he said
“I don’t think you are” Freya said and sat herself on the corner of his desk “So come on out with it”
He didn’t say anything immediately but Freya noticed he was staring at her legs, and then he realised she had noticed.
“Well I’m ashamed to say it but…. I’m bored”
He admitted
“I can’t go out and leave her but I can’t have people over here either”
“It’s not just that though is it?” she said as she noticed his eyes on her legs again.
“No” he agreed and proceeded to tell her the root of his problem which all boiled down to the fact that he was horny and he wasn’t getting any.
All his wealth and nobody was wetting his whistle.
This development was not expected and as she had awoken from her doze a little moist herself was not entirely unwelcome.
But whether a man too principled to pay a prostitute to come to the house and service him would be unscrupulous enough to shag his wife’s nurse was the big question.
She decided to put him to the test.
(Part Two)
As he had shown such an interest in her legs she would give him something more tantalizing to look at.
As she sat down her skirt had rucked up at the back and she knew it would not reposition its self.
She could see in her peripheral vision that there was a book on the far corner of the desk.
Freya stood up and in one fluid movement turned around and reached across the desk to retrieve the book.
This she managed to achieve with the bulk of her skirt still rucked up which meant Mr Boazman had a great view not only of her lovely legs but also most of her arse.
“So what are you reading?” she said in no hurry to return to the perpendicular.
He didn’t answer, so Freya thought he must have been digesting the view.
She threw a little glance over her shoulder and saw that he had wheeled his chair slightly to his left to give him a completely unhindered view of her display.
"Dickens" he said in answer to her question just as she was wondering quite how long she could stay in that position.
"Not long" was her conclusion just as she felt his hands on the back of her thighs.
His fingers were spread wide and his thumbs pointed upwards towards the prize as they moved slowly northwards.
"That’s nice" she said encouragingly and relinquished her hold of the book.
"It’s beautiful" he responded as his palms reached her fleshy cheeks.
Freya was bent over the desk with her full weight on her palms wondering if he would have the initiative to take advantage of the situation just as James relinquished his hold of her arse.
Freya thought the worse and feared his conscience had got the better of him.
But he had only ceased his fondling in order to raise the hem of her uniform halfway up her back.
He then ran his hands up to the waistband of her tights and yanked then smartly downwards in such a swift movement not unlike the magicians tablecloth trick and her knickers came down with them.
So with her knickers and tights safely around her knees Freya was assured to get something for her trouble but precisely what she was about to get she did not know.
Out of Freya’s line of sight James had undone his trousers and was sat in his chair with his erection in one hand while the other resumed its fondling of her buttocks briefly before nonchalantly slipping an inquisitive finger between her juicy lips almost like checking the oil level on your car and Freya let out an acquiescent moan in response.
And when his finger came out wet he positioned his chair as close up behind her as possible.
“Come on then" he commanded and with his powerful hands on her tiny hips he encouraged her towards him.
Freya who still had both hands on the desk pushed herself up and then with his guidance lowered herself onto him.
If he had been in any doubt up to that point that she was experienced she dispelled them instantly as she rose and fell on him, rising almost to the very tip of him and then all the way down.
Freya was experienced but this position was new to her, he grunted and moaned beneath her as she rode him and it felt wonderfully dirty.
Afterwards Freya reflected on the event and felt she had done a good turn, he would at least sleep well even if he would have a betrayal on his conscience.
Freya was well satisfied with what she had given and what she had received.
James was a passive partner but Freya thought that with a bank holiday weekend approaching when she was due to do three twelve hour shifts she would have time enough to cure him of that.
Wednesday 1 February 2017
Freya St David, 08 – Goddess of War
(Part One)
Freya St David was a pretty nurse, slender and pale with strawberry coloured hair and she stood barely five feet tall.
She was a district nurse and on that particular day her first call of the day was on the fifteen floor of a tower block called Gladstone court.
Thankfully the lift was working so she didn’t need to yomp up 15 flights of stairs.
Her patient that day was Ben Lewis, a sergeant in The Downshire Light Infantry who had been severely wounded by an IAD in Afghanistan and was a double amputee.
His left leg had gone below the knee and his right just above.
His wounds had all but healed but that wasn’t where his main problems lay.
Freya’s job was to manage his medication and massage what remained of his legs or more accurately his stumps but when she started visiting him Ben’s main problem was a near terminal case of self-pity and low self-esteem.
Twenty seven years old Freya looked much younger than her years and she was a first class flirt.
And for a long time flirting was as far as she went until she found out that all the time she was being faithful to her boyfriend he was shagging her best friend and from that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.
And it was such pleasures that restored Sergeant Lewis’s will to live.
On that day although her schedule was lighter than usual she wasn’t expecting a prolonged visit with Ben, as since her success at putting lead back in his pencil, the fiancé was back on the scene and benefiting from Freya’s good works.
As she walked along the landing a couple were just leaving the flat next door and as was her habit she smiled and said
“Good morning”
And genuinely expected the customary response of echoing the greeting but instead got something quite different.
“I’ll give you good morning you ginger slut” she bawled
“You keep your eyes off my husband”
Freya was not, despite her diminutive stature, averse to the idea or indeed the execution of launching the gobby bitch over the balcony but instead chose something that would enrage her even more.
She did think to say that if she wanted her husband she’d have him but thought that might be too inflammatory.
As she stood on the doorstep waiting for Mrs. Lewis to answer the door.
She gave the husband another smile, this was accompanied by a long languid appraising stare followed by a wink.
And the man’s wife launched into a tirade of abuse which was made worse by the fact Freya smiled at the woman as she was raging.
The poor husband had to physically restrain her and manhandle her towards the lifts.
The last thing she was expecting when she said good morning to them was to be verbally abused and warned off to stay away from her husband by her patient’s gobby neighbour
In truth Freya hadn’t really looked at her husband and when she did look him over after the event she didn’t think he was anything special, but her curiosity was aroused.
Just then Mrs Lewis opened the door.
“Hello dear” she said
“I see you’ve met the neighbours”
“Yes” Freya said still smiling “she’s a colourful character”
“Well her language is” Mrs L said and then added “He’s nice though”
(Part Two)
When she left the Lewis’s about forty minutes later she saw the gobshites husband walking back towards her.
Despite her smiley response to the initial assault Freya was actually quite hurt.
She’d never thought of herself as a slut, admitted she was not shy when it came to sex and the number of her sexual partners had grown of late but she didn’t see herself as slutty.
She was a bit angrier now the insults had sunk in and she was up for a fight so she braced herself.
“I’m sorry about earlier” he said completely disarming her. “My wife is very jealous and it makes her a bit crazy”
“Where is the pit-bull?” Freya asked
“At work” he replied
“Come in for a coffee, by way of an apology”
She was going to politely decline his offer but then she thought how mad the pit-bull would be if she knew she’d been alone in her flat with her husband, so instead she replied.
“That would be nice, thank you”
They sat in the kitchen and Freya was feeling very pleased with herself she didn’t really want to be there and he was as uninteresting to talk to as he was to look at but it gave her a buzz.
She looked at her watch and drained her cup and was about to leave when the phone rang.
“Excuse me” he said and went out to the hall to answer it.
Freya stood up and was about to put her coat on when she realised the conversation was getting a bit heated.
“No I wasn’t ogling her” he said and paused
“I didn’t notice”
“Was she?”
Freya was aware it was about her because the pit bull was shouting so loud.
She couldn’t make it all out but she recognised words like ginger whore, skinny slut, and bony bitch.
And that just made her mad again so she decided to get even, so she slipped off her coat.
After hanging up the phone he walked towards the kitchen door and prepared to apologise for his wife all over again but suddenly hesitated in the doorway as he caught sight of the skinny ginger slut sitting on the kitchen counter completely naked and fingering herself.
He stayed out of sight not because he didn’t want to embarrass her but because he didn’t want her to stop, so he did the ungentlemanly thing and watched her through the crack in the door.
Freya knew he was there and knew he was watching her and enjoying it and she wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he finally walked into the kitchen, nor did she stop what she was doing as he approached.
“My wife wouldn’t like this, she wouldn’t like it at all” he said walking up to her and kissing her full on the mouth.
“She’s not going to get it”
Freya responded still fingering her crack.
But with her free hand she unzipped his trousers and tugged his engorged organ out through the opening.
Which was no mean feat one handed because although he was ordinary looking and uninteresting to talk to he had a very interestingly large cock
“I know you were watching me” Freya said “How long were you there”?” she asked between kisses
“Long enough” he replied
“Oh yes it is” she purred still holding his cock and tugging it towards her waiting pussy.
When he was inside her she hooked her skinny legs behind his arse and locked her arms around his neck and let him fuck her hard on the kitchen counter.
As she rode the lift down to the ground floor she was smiling as she thought about the not unpleasant nor unsatisfying shag.
It was not the best despite the size of his tool, she had had but she was glad she had done him in the bitch’s kitchen just to spite his gobshite wife.
It lacked finesses or even much technique it was just primeval sex, on the whole she thought she would not repeat the experience and decided the pit-bull could keep him.
The pit-bull declared war on her but Freya was victorious.
Freya St David was a pretty nurse, slender and pale with strawberry coloured hair and she stood barely five feet tall.
She was a district nurse and on that particular day her first call of the day was on the fifteen floor of a tower block called Gladstone court.
Thankfully the lift was working so she didn’t need to yomp up 15 flights of stairs.
Her patient that day was Ben Lewis, a sergeant in The Downshire Light Infantry who had been severely wounded by an IAD in Afghanistan and was a double amputee.
His left leg had gone below the knee and his right just above.
His wounds had all but healed but that wasn’t where his main problems lay.
Freya’s job was to manage his medication and massage what remained of his legs or more accurately his stumps but when she started visiting him Ben’s main problem was a near terminal case of self-pity and low self-esteem.
Twenty seven years old Freya looked much younger than her years and she was a first class flirt.
And for a long time flirting was as far as she went until she found out that all the time she was being faithful to her boyfriend he was shagging her best friend and from that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.
And it was such pleasures that restored Sergeant Lewis’s will to live.
On that day although her schedule was lighter than usual she wasn’t expecting a prolonged visit with Ben, as since her success at putting lead back in his pencil, the fiancé was back on the scene and benefiting from Freya’s good works.
As she walked along the landing a couple were just leaving the flat next door and as was her habit she smiled and said
“Good morning”
And genuinely expected the customary response of echoing the greeting but instead got something quite different.
“I’ll give you good morning you ginger slut” she bawled
“You keep your eyes off my husband”
Freya was not, despite her diminutive stature, averse to the idea or indeed the execution of launching the gobby bitch over the balcony but instead chose something that would enrage her even more.
She did think to say that if she wanted her husband she’d have him but thought that might be too inflammatory.
As she stood on the doorstep waiting for Mrs. Lewis to answer the door.
She gave the husband another smile, this was accompanied by a long languid appraising stare followed by a wink.
And the man’s wife launched into a tirade of abuse which was made worse by the fact Freya smiled at the woman as she was raging.
The poor husband had to physically restrain her and manhandle her towards the lifts.
The last thing she was expecting when she said good morning to them was to be verbally abused and warned off to stay away from her husband by her patient’s gobby neighbour
In truth Freya hadn’t really looked at her husband and when she did look him over after the event she didn’t think he was anything special, but her curiosity was aroused.
Just then Mrs Lewis opened the door.
“Hello dear” she said
“I see you’ve met the neighbours”
“Yes” Freya said still smiling “she’s a colourful character”
“Well her language is” Mrs L said and then added “He’s nice though”
(Part Two)
When she left the Lewis’s about forty minutes later she saw the gobshites husband walking back towards her.
Despite her smiley response to the initial assault Freya was actually quite hurt.
She’d never thought of herself as a slut, admitted she was not shy when it came to sex and the number of her sexual partners had grown of late but she didn’t see herself as slutty.
She was a bit angrier now the insults had sunk in and she was up for a fight so she braced herself.
“I’m sorry about earlier” he said completely disarming her. “My wife is very jealous and it makes her a bit crazy”
“Where is the pit-bull?” Freya asked
“At work” he replied
“Come in for a coffee, by way of an apology”
She was going to politely decline his offer but then she thought how mad the pit-bull would be if she knew she’d been alone in her flat with her husband, so instead she replied.
“That would be nice, thank you”
They sat in the kitchen and Freya was feeling very pleased with herself she didn’t really want to be there and he was as uninteresting to talk to as he was to look at but it gave her a buzz.
She looked at her watch and drained her cup and was about to leave when the phone rang.
“Excuse me” he said and went out to the hall to answer it.
Freya stood up and was about to put her coat on when she realised the conversation was getting a bit heated.
“No I wasn’t ogling her” he said and paused
“I didn’t notice”
“Was she?”
Freya was aware it was about her because the pit bull was shouting so loud.
She couldn’t make it all out but she recognised words like ginger whore, skinny slut, and bony bitch.
And that just made her mad again so she decided to get even, so she slipped off her coat.
After hanging up the phone he walked towards the kitchen door and prepared to apologise for his wife all over again but suddenly hesitated in the doorway as he caught sight of the skinny ginger slut sitting on the kitchen counter completely naked and fingering herself.
He stayed out of sight not because he didn’t want to embarrass her but because he didn’t want her to stop, so he did the ungentlemanly thing and watched her through the crack in the door.
Freya knew he was there and knew he was watching her and enjoying it and she wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he finally walked into the kitchen, nor did she stop what she was doing as he approached.
“My wife wouldn’t like this, she wouldn’t like it at all” he said walking up to her and kissing her full on the mouth.
“She’s not going to get it”
Freya responded still fingering her crack.
But with her free hand she unzipped his trousers and tugged his engorged organ out through the opening.
Which was no mean feat one handed because although he was ordinary looking and uninteresting to talk to he had a very interestingly large cock
“I know you were watching me” Freya said “How long were you there”?” she asked between kisses
“Long enough” he replied
“Oh yes it is” she purred still holding his cock and tugging it towards her waiting pussy.
When he was inside her she hooked her skinny legs behind his arse and locked her arms around his neck and let him fuck her hard on the kitchen counter.
As she rode the lift down to the ground floor she was smiling as she thought about the not unpleasant nor unsatisfying shag.
It was not the best despite the size of his tool, she had had but she was glad she had done him in the bitch’s kitchen just to spite his gobshite wife.
It lacked finesses or even much technique it was just primeval sex, on the whole she thought she would not repeat the experience and decided the pit-bull could keep him.
The pit-bull declared war on her but Freya was victorious.
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