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Perfect Time

By: all6sand7s



Finally! It may have taken a year but I finally get to spend a day at the pool with you. As if we could get any more lucky my mom has taken my grandpa to Atlantic City for the weekend so we get the house to ourselves again. I love when this happens, it's almost like a peek into what a future together could be.

I just get out the shower and check my phone and see you have texted me. 

"Just left :)" it reads.

I guess it was sort of dumb to shower when I know we are just going to spend a day in chlorinated water but I still want to look decent for you, even though decent today is a plain white shirt and a pair of black, paint stained gym shorts.

As I finish pulling them up I hear the doorbell. My heart skips a beat at the anticipation of seeing you, as it always does. I race downstairs to meet you and open up the door. You look so sexy standing in my door way with a semi see thru cover that stops just about mid-thigh. I can see your black string bikini underneath and I'm already fantasizing about taking it all off of you.

I motion for you to enter and give you a big hug, it feels like I haven't seen you in forever when in fact it was just the other day. That's what I love about being home, I can see you as much as I want with nothing to plan around and nothing getting between us. But when we are in school we've still learned to make the most of our time together. I kiss you lightly on the lips, and then a few more pecks before I pull back. I grab a bag on the kitchen counter and take your hand as we walk down to the pool.

I open the gate for you and glance down at your ass, enjoying the site of you swaying a little back and forth until you turn around and catch me staring. You give me a look of playful annoyance but don't carry on any further. I tell you to go set up a towel on the grass while I head over to the grills with my bag. I pull out some burgers and a bag of chips and set them down on the table next to me. While I try to fire up the grill you come over and hug me from behind. Grabbing the bottom of my shirt you slowly raise it off of me, then you wrap your arms across my belly and I feel your skin against my back as you pull me close. I place my hands on top of yours and lean back slightly, then finish lighting the grill. I turn around to face you and kiss your lips. I tell you to go swim for a bit and I'll catch up later after I finish cooking for you. You oblige and walk into the water while I hang back. You have no idea how badly I want you right now.

After a little while I call you out of the water for lunch. I have set up some plates on opposite sides of the picnic bench, complete with napkins, forks, knives, and two sodas. Seeing you rise out of the pool, water still clinging to your body as you adjust your bikini slightly, I start feeling something else rise. I guess you have noticed because you walk over and give my dick a slight squeeze as you sit down. I take my seat across from you and smile at you. I can't believe I've got such a perfect girlfriend. Honestly, your so driven with your career, you're so sweet to me, I could go on and on. We converse about our last few days and what we have done since we've seen each other last. You tell me about an upcoming internship you have and another concert you're going to drag your friend to this time. I tell you about my new music project that I'm in the midst of.

After lunch you help me clean up and we both head to the pool. 3 o' clock and still no one else has showed up yet, I guess everyone is on vacation or working. Not that I'm complaining, I'm glad we get all this alone time together. I'm treading water in the corner of the pool when you swim up to me and wrap your legs around my waist. I grab on to the side of the pool with one hand and rest my other one on your leg. Suddenly you pull me into you and start making out with me so fiercely. I'm a bit taken aback but I kiss you back, biting your bottom lip in return.

This is another thing that just absolutely drives me crazy. You're so sexual, you're this closet kink who always wants me. It's funny to think at first I was afraid of being so openly sexual with you because I had this image of this quiet little virgin and while you still are my little virgin you're also my virgin slut who wants her man to fuck her so badly and abuse her until she screams.

As we kiss you lower yourself a little and even through the water and two layers of bathing suits you feel the effect you have on me. You tell me how badly you want to suck me, and well, how can I pass that up? I push you off of me and take your hand and swim to the other end of the pool. You put your cover back on and I put on my t-shirt and we finish cleaning up what we brought to the pool. We walk back to my house, I take notice that you're walking a little faster than your usual walking pace. I open up my house and we throw our stuff by the door. You have the idea to get the smell of the chlorine off and lead the way up into my room.

As soon as we reach my room you shut the door and take my shirt off, then begin kissing me deeply. In-between our frantic kisses, I strip your beach cover off. Before I have a chance to kiss your sweet lips again you put your hand on my chest and tell me to start the shower. I like how you don't waste any time; I turn and head to my bathroom to get the water ready. You follow me in and as I'm playing with the hot and cold taps I feel you hook your thumbs into my swim trunks. Without any interference on my behalf they fall to the floor with a wet thud. I pull my hand in from the shower and I'm about to tell you it's ready when you push me inside before I get the chance.

My back against the wall I see you are still in your bathing suit. I ask why haven't you taken yours off and you tell me it's because you want to wait until later. Then your lips lock onto mine again, you wrap one leg around me and press me against the wall. While we kiss I feel your hand traveling down my stomach. You move your hand to the side and move down the side of my leg, then back up. The teasing is horrible, I just want you to suck me, touch me, anything! Coming back up with your hand you stop kissing me and look into my eyes as your fingertips just barely trace down my growing shaft. You must see the desire I have for you in my eyes because you put your leg down and start kissing down my neck, over my shoulders, down my chest, stomach and then finally I feel your mouth on me.

The first time you just kiss the tip of my dick, then lick from the cap down to my balls. I put my hand on your shoulder for support as you lick back up. You play with my balls lightly as you slowly bob your head back and forth, alternating, sometimes you only put half in, other you take all of me. I dig my nails into your should and you pull me out. You feel so fucking good baby I can't take all of this at one time.

You stand up and whisper, "You can't come this early, I'm only getting started with you."

Reaching over, you turn the shower off, step out, and hand me a towel. I feel so disoriented and slightly dizzy from the lack of blood to my brain but as I snap out of it I grab the towel and dry off. As I get dry I notice you only wiping down your legs. You look over at me and see I've started to go a little soft.

"We can't have that now" you say with a mild sarcastic tone and slowly stoke me back to my full hardness.

We head into my bed room where you instruct me to lie down on my bed. You ask where I have the ropes hidden and I motion to the top dresser drawer next to the bed. You pull out the three lengths of rope and being tying each leg to a bed post. When you finish, you give my dick a quick suck to make sure I stay hard for you and then you tie my hands to the headboard. Lying in bed, tied up, rock hard, I wonder what your next move is going to be.

You stand at the foot of the bed and stare back at me. You take the bikini's strings that are holding your bottoms on in your hands and tease me with them. You fumble with both of the knots, pull the strings until they are about to come loose and then stop. You let go of your left side as it threatens to come off and pull your right side. My dick flinches as I think I am finally going to see you naked but you hold onto the strings and retie them into another loose knot. You come over to the side of the bed and reach over, giving me an amazing view of your cleavage that is still wet from the shower and stroke my dick for me. You climb on top of my and press my dick against your bikini bottoms then slide back off me. My hips buck as I need more friction against my dick but you just smirk knowing I am completely helpless.

Looking down at your bottoms you ask "Is this what you want?" as you painstakingly pull each string out.

I nod desperately as I watch the loops of your bikini become smaller and smaller. With one final tug they are finally untied but your pussy remains just out of my vision until you sit up and position your pussy lips above my dick. I look into your eyes and can tell your debating what to do to me next. I scan down your body and look at my head nestled between the little bit of hair covering your pussy. I flinch a bit and it seems that was your cue because you sink down and I spread your pussy a little with my dick. I try lifting my hips and at the same time you sink down fully and I enter you for the first time tonight. You smack my chest and grab onto my chest hair and I feel you constrict your muscles around my dick. You rock back and forth fast moaning so loud. As you buck on me, my shaft rubs against your clit building your orgasm even more. You put your hand back on my chest and raise yourself off of me and start sliding up and down on my dick. The water from the shower has turned to sweat as you start cumming on my dick and digging your nails into my chest, making me bleed.

As you slow down I call out "Baby!" and you understand I'm close to losing control. You give me a little smile and then raise upend rest my tip at your entrance. You rock back and forth keeping me on the edge of my own orgasm. You've finally had your fun with me for now and decide to let me cum so you slide back up and down on me and right before I cum I call out again and your hot, wet pussy engulfs my dick. I spray my cum deep inside your tight pussy and then cum again and again until I empty my load into you.

You catch your breath and take me out of you, your pussy still dripping with your juices and my cum. You untie me and lay down next to me. I roll over and kiss your forehead and then your lips. While you lay face down in my bed I go over to the ropes that are still tied to the bed posts.

I smack your ass, leaving a red print on you. "Now it's your turn baby." I say.

You have had your fun being dominate but now we're going back to our usual roles and your my slutty sub. You need to be reminded that, while you were in control for the last hour, I really run the show here. I begin by telling you to take off your bikini top. Then you turn over onto your back like a good sub and I finish tying you up to the bed. I make sure the knots are tied tight enough so you can't move but not too tight so your constricted. I walk over to another drawer and as your eyes follow me you see me pull out two belts. One is a normal length belt but one is much shorter with extra holes punched through the leather. I leave the full length one next to the bed and hook the other loosely around your neck. As the final touch I wrap a bandana around your eyes as a blindfold. You are now completely at my mercy...

"You've had your fun." I reiterate, "But now you're going to do as I say and the first thing I want you to do is clean my dick off."

Without waiting for any answer I grab the base of my cock and slide it completely down your throat. I hold your hair from the back as I guide my dick into and out of your mouth. You start making little whimpering noises so I ease up a little fucking your mouth slower. I feel you suck harder so I enter you once more, leaving my cock in your mouth to enjoy. I feel your tongue dance all around the cap and shaft, tickling me slightly. I pull out and get off of you and look down at the sexy helpless girl who has given herself to me. I aimlessly stroke my dick as I take your beauty in and as I see you nervously sweat and fidget, not knowing what my next move will be.

I walk over to your makeshift collar and pull it a notch tighter so it constricts your neck a little more. I make my way down to the foot of the bed and climb on and burry my face between your legs. I kiss up and down your pussy lips, driving you crazy with anticipation. You've waited long enough I guess, I spread your lips open gently and slip my tongue inside your box. I like up all your juices from earlier, you taste so good to me baby. While I swirl my tongue in you, i place my thumb on your clit and gently tease you. Stimulating your two most sensitive parts drives you into frenzy. You try grinding against my face and raising your hips off the bed. At first I tease you by moving just out of your reach so you can't grind my face, but when I hear your soft whimpers I have a change of heart and burry myself into you. My beard scratches and tickles your exposed body, adding to the other feelings of warmth and pleasure. My tongue and fingers switch places and I begin licking your clit while sliding two fingers as deep as I can in you. This seems to send you over the edge as I feel your body tighten and relax multiple times and I know you've had another orgasm. I slowly pull my fingers out and give your pussy one more kiss before I finish up with you.

As you breath heavily I walk over to each corner of the bed and untie you. I put the ropes away and then undo your collar and put that away as well. I've gone a bit soft but as soon as I get back on the bed you're in my lap sucking your man's dick. When I'm hard again I grab you by the hair and pull you off of me. I give you a quick kiss and then throw you on the bed face down. I grab the belt and smack on the ass once, leaving a red streak.

"Spread your fucking legs now." I demand.

Like a good girl you do as your told and reach back, guiding my dick inside you. I grab the back of your neck and force you down into the pillow and I begin thrusting in and out of you. I reach under and find your clit with one hand and massage your breast with my other. I put a little pressure on your clit while fucking you harder, making you moan loudly. That reminds me, maybe you need a ball gag for next time...but thats for another day, instead I pinch your nipple until its hard, then slide my hand over to your other boob.

The harder I fuck you the closer I get to cumming so I pull out of you for now. On cue you turn over and spread your legs for me again. With a quick smile I plunge back into your wet box. I draw out your pleasure by taking long slow strokes in and out of you. Of all the things we have done today I have to say just missionary position is still my favorite. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the trading of the power, the teasing and all but I feel most connected to you when I can look into your eyes and kiss your lips.

Slowing down has really teased you, I feel like you still just want me to pound you into my bed. I'm only too happy to get my girlfriend off again so I pick up speed and get you closer to the finish. Your arms wrap around me and your nails dig into my back as you moan louder and louder. I can feel your making my entire back bleed but it just makes me want you more. I reach down with one hand and squeeze and fondle your boobs roughly. I bite down on your neck hard, sending your nails into my back again so I decide to match you by biting harder until you scream for mercy. I let go but then work my way lower to your boobs. I suck on your hardened nipples, flicking them with the tip of my tongue and rolling them between my teeth. Then that familiar feeling comes back as your muscles tighten around my dick and I know that I've gotten you off again.

In my one final act of dominance I slide out of you and get back on top in the face fucking position you love. I slide back and put my dick between your boobs. You squeeze them together so my cock is nestled between them and then we move back and forth in sync. I start tensing up and then blow my load over your tits and neck, the second shot gets you again on your neck and chin, the third shot you've gotten me in your mouth and begin sucking me dry, swallowing every drop of my cum. After an extra minute of sucking you take me out and we both collapse in bed, breathing heavily. I look over and you look down, my cum still dripping down your body.

"I think we need another shower baby." I say with a slight wink.

"I think so too." You say with a smile.

Perfect Timing



Last Spring, one of my wife's relatives past away. My wife and my young son both went to a large Midwestern city for the funeral. They left on a Thursday evening flight for the Saturday funeral and planned to return on Monday. I would have accompanied my wife; however, I had some very important client meetings scheduled for Friday. 

As Friday afternoon wound down, I began contemplating the weekend. I would have the entire weekend to myself. My sex life with my wife was not as fulfilling as it used to be, and as a horny 40 yr old, I spent more and more time on the internet looking at pictures of attractive young women. I spent Friday night in front of the computer going from 1 web site to another looking at x- rated pictures. I planned to go to my favorite topless bar on Saturday night, as I did on the few occasions when my wife was out of town.

I slept late on Saturday morning and walked to the curb to retrieve the morning paper. Wendy, our next door neighbors' daughter was walking her dog on the side walk. Wendy was a drop dead gorgeous 21 year old brunette with big brown eyes and full luscious lips. She stood about 5"6" tall and sported an absolutely spectacular set of tits. She had a striking resemblance to a 1990's porn star named Celeste. I had also heard from another neighbor that Wendy had been approached on campus by a Playboy scout asking her to submit photos to the magazine. Supposedly, she had turned them down. When she washed her car in the driveway in her bikini, it was almost like a pay per view event. I would immediately find something to do in the front yard or the garage so I could stare at her heavenly body. The teenage boy across the street would also come out and pretend to shoot hoops on his basketball goal. My wife had caught me staring at Wendy on at least 1 occasion, and she was none too happy about it.

As we met at the sidewalk, Wendy and I began making small talk. She mentioned that her parents were away on vacation for a week while she was studying for her Finals. She was a marketing major with a finance minor at the local university. She was concerned about her Managerial Finance final on Monday. She barely had a C average in the course, and was worried that her grade may slip down to a D. I had just finished my MBA in Finance 2 years ago, and I casually mentioned that to Wendy. She immediately asked if I could help her study for her Final exam in Finance. Without any hesitation I said "sure". We made plans for her to come over right after lunch at 1:00 PM. As I walked back into the house, I began thinking about spending the entire afternoon with Wendy. I knew that my wife would not approve of this whatsoever; however, I knew that she would not approve of me going to topless bars either, and I had already made plans for that hedonistic excursion.

As I ate breakfast and read the paper, I could hardly keep my mind off of the upcoming afternoon. I could feel my cock throbbing thru my thin shorts. I spent an hour that morning quickly reviewing my class notes and the textbook which I had used 2 years ago. With my engineering background, I had practically aced the course; nonetheless, I wanted to be somewhat prepared. I ate a quick lunch at 12:00, and then I showered, shaved and then dressed like I was going out on a date. She rang my doorbell at 1:00 sharp, and as I opened the door, I know that my eyes must have grown as big as saucers. She was wearing a tight fitting pink tank top that perfectly showcased her ample chest. A pair of white cotton shorts gave me a great view of her tanned and very shapely legs. Her cute little feet were perfectly visible beneath her sandals. We quickly settled in around the breakfast room table. We started reviewing the areas which gave her the most difficulty. Her face was like that of an angel, so I had to really concentrate on the finance stuff and not just gaze into her eyes. After working about a dozen finance problems, we took a brief break.

We talked about her other courses and what she was planning to do after her graduation next Fall. I soon found out that she did some part-time modeling, and that she had just broken up with her boyfriend less than 3 weeks ago. I asked if she was dating anybody else, and she replied "no". This kind of surprised me because normally girls with Wendy's looks can find another boyfriend within a few days. She mentioned that a lot of guys had called her or asked her out, but that was not ready to date quite yet. We talked for almost an hour before again reviewing more finance concepts and problems. By 6:00, we decided to stop for the day. As Wendy was walking out the front door, she mentioned that she did not have any plans for Dinner. She asked if I would like to go out and eat somewhere. With my brain now lodged in my crotch, I quickly said "yes". 

She said that she would quickly change clothes and be back in a few minutes. I was dressed OK, so I just sat in the Den hoping my wife would never find out about today's events. Within 10 minutes she returned still wearing the eye popping pink tank top. She did change into a pair of white capri pants as well as a pair of open toed high heels. I opened the car door for her like this was some sort of date. With rare exceptions, I had not done that for my wife in almost 5 years. After sitting in the car, the smell of her perfume was almost intoxicating. I was honest and upfront with her and asked if we could go to a restaurant halfway across town so that no one would recognize us. She understood that my marriage was important and directed me to a Mexican restaurant at least 15 miles from the house. We spent about an hour an a half at the restaurant enjoying great food and conversation. As I stared into her eyes, I swear this was the most attractive female had I ever seen outside of an adult magazine or video. She could have made a fortune working at the upscale topless club that I had planned to visit that evening.

As we drove back to my house, it certainly seemed that she was coming on to me. As I drove and we talked, she would lightly touch my arm or knee. Despite our age differences, I would have definitely made a play for her if I had not been married. After returning to my house, she said yes when I asked if she would like to come in and listen to some CDs. She sat on the couch right beside me. After about 30 more minutes, our eyes and lips met with a passionate kiss. My lips danced across her high cheekbones, eyes and forehead. With her left leg now draped across my lap, our tongues met for some steamy French kissing. My cock was bulging up noticeably under my khaki pants. When I slightly repositioned her left leg on my lap, she looked down upon the huge tent in my pants. She smiled and then whispered in my ear "I want you to make love to me". I was now so horny that I could not have said no to this question for almost any amount of money. 

We continued to kiss and make out like 2 high school kids at a drive-in. I then picked her up and carried her up to my Master bedroom. After I laid her on the bed, she sat up and unbuckled my belt and pulled it free. As she stared at my bulging crotch, she looked up in my eyes and said "it looks like some one wants to come out and play". I swallowed hard and quickly said "yes".

She unbuttoned my Dockers and pulled them down to my ankles. After removing my shoes and socks, she helped me step out of the pants exposing the huge bulge in my underwear. I sat down beside her and began placing light soft kisses across her shoulder. I removed one and then the other strap on her tank top. Before the pink top fell off her chest, she placed her hands across her boobs not yet wanting to expose her major league melons. After placing the straps back on her shoulders, she began to kiss me again and yet at the same time unbutton my shirt. After she pulled my T-shirt over my head, she pushed me down on the bed. 

I was rather shocked that she had taken charge of this lovemaking. I asked her if she had a lot of experience. She said that she had only been with 2 guys in her life, but between those 2 guys, she had done the wild thing well over 200 times. I quickly wondered if those 2 guys knew how lucky they were. As Wendy stood over me, she removed her high heels and then proceeded to tease me by rubbing her bare feet first over my upper legs and then over my stomach. As her feet rubbed my chest and sensitive nipples, my hands caressed her tanned satiny smooth calves. When I reached down to remove my underwear, she stopped me, and said "Mr. Cock wasn't ready to come out yet".

She then placed her hands on her hips and asked " Do you want to see my tits?" Without thinking, I quickly said that I had wanted to see her boobs for the past 5 years. I then turned beet red when she reminded me that she was now 21 and 5 years ago she was 16. I quickly changed my answer to 3 years instead of 5 years. She pulled the straps of the tank top off her shoulder and then pulled the top up high enough so I could see her taut stomach. She then quickly turned around and pulled the tank top over her head. She was now topless, but her back was to me. After throwing the tank top on the floor, she turned around to face me, but she had her hands strategically placed over each boob. After a minute or so of this tit teasing, she placed her hands back on her hips revealing her absolutely spectacular chest. "Wow, oh Wow" were the first words out of my mouth. I asked her what her bra size was. She proudly pointed to her chest, waist and hips and replied "37C-24-36". She looked absolutely stunning standing there topless still wearing the white capri pants. She said that everything was real, and that she had not had any cosmetic surgery.

A big smile appeared on her face as she said " it's time for Mr.Cock to come out". She then knelt down between my knees and peeled my underwear down my legs and over my ankles. With my crotch now totally exposed, she stared down hungrily at my twitching cock.

She then threw her hands in the air and asked "Do you want to see my naked?" After I said yes, she stood back up and slid her fingers under the waistband of her Capri pants and slowly pulled them down and threw them on the floor. A pink thong was all the separated me from viewing her inviting pussy. She quickly slipped the thong down her long legs revealing her now totally nude body. Her tits were completely tanned, but she had tan lines where she had just removed her thong. She smiled when I told her that she was Playmate or Pet of the Year material. I stood up and kissed her again on the lips again before I lowered her on the bed. I planted kisses on her upper chest for a minute or so before I began to touch and massage her boobs. I kissed, massaged and caressed every square inch of those voluptuous tits.

Wendy giggled when I asked if either of her 2 previous boyfriends had fucked her boobs. She said that both of them had done so many times, but that I was welcome to do the same. My mind began wondering as I imagined my cock disappearing between her mounds. The fucking would come later; at the moment I wanted to enjoy the feel of her soft tits in my hands. I would alternate between licking and gently sucking her now erect nipples. I enjoyed smashing her boobs together before I would lick in the valley between her cleavage. She had also placed a small dab of perfume between her twin peaks that was also driving me crazy with lust.

I could hardly believe that I was making love to a beautiful 21 year old girl with the body and face of a porn star. I was a 25 year old virgin when I married my then 30 yr old wife. My wife was thin ( and still is ) and had a pretty face, but her 32B chest was never anything to get excited about. I was 40 yrs old and had never fucked a girl younger than 30 nor had I touched boobs larger than 32B. Those numbers were now changing to 21 years and 37C. I was actually more excited here with Wendy then I was with my wife on our wedding night. 

After exploring her unbelievable chest for a good 20 minutes, my lips made their way down past her belly button and on to her moist pussy. Her pussy was clean shaven with a small triangle of pubic hair above her clit. I kneeled between her spread legs and gently slapped at her slick clit while she massaged her breasts and moaned with pleasure. I then quickly buried my nose and tongue into Wendy's garden of delight. To tease her even more, I pulled away from her cunt and ever so slowly began licking and kissing the inside of her thighs. She grabbed the hair on my head and pulled me closer to her love canal. As my tongue tickled her clit, she began moaning louder and pulled my head even closer. As she approached her orgasm, Wendy wrapped those long sexy legs around my head and screamed and screamed in pleasure. If we had not been on the second floor, I would have been worried that her screams would be heard outside. My wife had never had an orgasm that violent and intense.

After her orgasm completely subsided, Wendy bluntly said that "I want to suck your cock!" We changed positions as I lay on the bed and she knelt down between my legs. Pre-cum had formed at the tip of my cock, and she rubbed it along her neck. Her tongue twisted around my bulbhead before she licked down my entire shaft. I then watched in complete amazement as she lowered her pouty lips down and around the mushroom head. Her mouth worked my cock up and down swallowing the first 2 or 3 inches of my manhood. While cupping my balls, Wendy drove her mouth down further and further over the entire length of my flagpole. My wife had never deep throated me before, so this was an incredible spectacle. My entire cock was lodged in her mouth, and I could feel the tip of my shaft touching the back of her throat. This almost sent me over the cliff so I pulled out of her mouth and tensed my muscles. As much as I would have enjoyed my cum exploding in her mouth, my primary focus was to save my sperm so I could squirt it directly into her young pussy.

Without saying a word, she grabbed my cock in one hand while she maneuvered herself over it and began to slowly slide her pussy down over the blood engorged head until my entire cock had been engulfed by her moist cunt. As she slowly began to rock her pelvis, I got a handful of each of her boobs. While we were still joined at the crotch, she leaned forward and planted soft kisses on my lips. I cupped the cheeks of her ass with my hands while at the same time felt her huge tits against my chest. She played cowgirl for a few more minutes before dismounting from my glistening prick.

We kissed for a few more minutes before I climbed on top of her and rubbed my cock over her pussy. "Stuff it in, stuff it in" she cried, but I continued to stroke my cock on her moist cunt. After a few more minutes, I couldn't take it any longer. As I looked up into her eyes, I asked if she was ready for the main event. She screamed "Yes"!

Very slowly, I glided my rod into her steaming pussy. She wrapped her arms around my neck and locked her legs around mine. After I started to develop a rhythm, I noticed that she had an incredible control over her vaginal muscles milking my cock as I worked in and out of her. She started moaning louder and throwing her head from side to side saying "Fuck, oh fuck, fuck me harder". Wendy was so wet that my strokes were almost effortless. After another 5 minutes, she began a screaming, twisting orgasm that almost threw me off of her. Her wild orgasm sent me over the edge. I buried my face on her neck and held on tight as my cock exploded inside her pussy. This was easily the most intense and satisfying sexual experience that I had ever had.

Almost like newlyweds, we started kissing, caressing and massaging each other again. I turned her over on her back and began giving her a sensual massage starting at her shoulders and working my way down her back. After planting a multitude of kisses on the cheeks of her ass, I gently traced my fingers up and down her sexy legs. When I had finished, she pushed me back down on the bed and started playing with my balls. She would place one ball then the other in her mouth. Needless to say, I now had a full erection.

After licking both sides of my shaft, she seductively squeezed her boobs together and asked if I was ready to fuck her 37 inch love cushions. I grabbed some of my wife's baby oil and poured some between her twin peaks. She lay down on the bed while I carefully mounted her chest. This was going to be a new experience for me because I had never fucked boobs in my life. I positioned my cock on her chest between her tits. After she squeezed them together, I started moving my penis back and forth. At the top of her cleavage, I watched the tip of my cock appear and then disappear back into her valley of delight. As I reached a furious pace, I was moaning at the top of my lungs. Wendy and I stared in each other's eyes before she started saying "fuck my tits, fuck my big tits!". After a few more strokes, I could feel my second orgasm building in my balls. I grabbed a hold of the headboard as my cum gushed out on her upper chest.

I lay back down on the bed completely exhausted and drained. We cuddled for a while before I asked if she wanted to spend the night rather than go back next door to her house. After she accepted the invitation, I gave her one of my t-shirts to sleep in. We slept soundly till about 9:00 AM on Sunday morning. We arose and fixed a breakfast of pancakes and sausage. As we prepared breakfast, we could hardly keep our hands off of each other. In between flipping pancakes, I was squeezing and massaging her boobs beneath my cotton T-shirt. She indicated that she did want to study some more for her Exam on Monday; however, we were both getting extremely horny again. I found a brand new toothbrush for her, and after we had brushed and used mouthwash, our lips met again for yet another passionate kiss. 

After we both agreed that we would take a sensual shower together, I scooped her up in my arms and took her upstairs to the Master bathroom shower. It is one of those glass enclosed see thru showers which looked out onto the vanity and large mirror. We wetted each other down, before I soaped her up from neck to toe. I used my hands to clean almost every square inch of her body. As she expected, I paid close attention to her hefty hooters as well as her pretty pussy. So that we could watch in the mirror, I soaped her chest and cunt while standing or squatting down behind her.

After I washed her off, she soaped me up making sure that my cock and balls were squeaky clean. After I rinsed off, I cupped my hands around her butt cheeks and lifted her off the floor. As her arms wrapped around my neck, my cock slid into her wet pussy. Wendy then wrapped her legs around my waist. To help support her weight, I pushed her against the shower wall and began to ram my cock in and out of her pussy. The feeling of her huge boobs pressed against my chest was incredible. Underneath the fine mist from the shower spray, we watched ourselves in the bathroom mirror. We were both moaning before her moans turned into screams. As she clutched her arms even tighter around my neck, she screamed "I'am cumming, I'am cumming"! I was now slamming my cock into her pussy at a furious pace. I soon felt that familiar tingling sensation, and I was soon ejaculating for the third time in less than 12 hours. I had not come 3 times in one 1 day since my honeymoon.

Since Wendy's hair was already wet, we finished in the shower with me washing her hair. After we dried off, she returned back to her house next door for a couple of hours. After lunch, she came back over to finish studying for her Finance Final exam. We spent the afternoon working finance problems and then went out to Dinner. We finished the evening again in my Bedroom with yet another lovemaking session. Using one of my wife's vibrating dildos as well as my hands, mouth and tongue, I brought Wendy to 3 more earth shattering orgasms. As much as we both tried, we couldn't coax another load out of my empty balls. I wasn't disappointed because the weekend had been more than satisfying. How many 40 year old guys have the opportunity to spend their weekend fucking the living daylights out of a buxom 21 year old beauty? I was extremely lucky because only perfect timing of several events allowed this to occur: my wife and son were out of town, her parents were out of town, she had an exam in my area of expertise, we met that Saturday morning on the sidewalk and she found me sexually attractive.




Perfect Timing



It was my sister's thirty-ninth birthday and though she and her husband lived over two hours away and decided I would go and visit her on her birthday. This was an unusual year for it was the first time I had gone to see Jacquee without my wife Becky; her father was ill and was staying with him for a few days to look after him, the trip seemed slightly longer without company. When I finally arrived at my Jacquee's house at ten-thirty in the morning it was raining, rain was not forecasted for the day and like a forgetful old man I had worn light clothing and carried no umbrella and by the time I got to her door I was soaked through. 

"Wayne," Jacquee greeted as she opened the door, "What a surprise get in here before you quick, you're soaked." 

Shacking my now soaked jacket I went inside and stood dripping on the entrance carpet as she closed the door. I scanned quickly and was a little puzzled that there was no sign of Jacquee's husband, Phil, but I had other concerns and paid this little mind. 

"Happy birthday sis" I grinned as I held out her present. 

It was only a gift certificate to her favorite Boutique, I knew that Jacquee would put it to good use, she'd probably spend it on a new dress, my sis liked her clothes, but then again she had always had the figure and face to put clothes to their test. She thanked me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek then looked at my soaked clothes and the wetness I left to her dress. 

"Let's get you out of those things," She smiled, "We’ll find something around here you can wear while these dry." 

Jacquee took me up to the bathroom and while I stripped off my wet clothes she went off to find me something to wear, when she came back she handed me a warm terry robe then left me to go downstairs to put some French Vanilla Cappuccino on. Taking the towel from my waist I put on the robe and wrapped it around me, I had been so wet that even my underwear had got wet so I was naked under that thick, warm robe. A few moments later Jacquee came back upstairs. 

"Are you decent?" She called through the bathroom door. 

"Yes." I called back. 

"Ah shucks, just my luck!" She said as she entered. 

She quickly hung up my clothes over the bathtub. I noticed that she had changed her dress; the one she now wore was short and had a plunging neckline that showed off one hell of a cleavage. Even if I was her brother I enjoyed the sight of her with mixed pride and a touch of arousal, wrong of me maybe, but it had always been like that. Even at thirty-nine my sister was worth more than a second glance, especially her large 36-inch breasts. If the truth were known I was more than a little over-sexed, yet Becky was the exact opposite, in thirty-five years of marriage I had yet to convince her that sex was not something you only did once a week, in bed and with the lights out, despite this I had never really been unfaithful to my wife. Most of my relief came from masturbating which I did at least once a day, but it never really satisfied me and I spent a lot of time ogling young girls and wishing; at fifty-six I was becoming the typical 'dirty old man'. 



"They'll be dry before you have to leave." Jacquee smiled cutting across my thoughts. 

We went downstairs and I was led towards the living room while Jacquee went to the kitchen to check on the Cappuccino, sitting in an armchair I wondered again about the absence of Phil. Jacquee came in a few minutes later with Cappuccino, she grinned as she gave me my warm mug then sat down on the couch opposite me. I smiled at the sight of her short dress riding up to reveal more of her long, slender legs then brought my attention back to the present. 

"Where's Phil?" I asked curiously. 

"Gone." She replied simply. 

"Gone as in away driving his semi or gone as in never coming back?" I asked leaning forward. 

"As in never coming back." She smiled, "Not that he'll be a great loss bro." 

"I'm sorry Jacquee." I sighed in sympathy. 

"Don't be," Jacquee laughed, "I feel a lot better now since he's gone. I'm divorcing him; he's not contesting it so it should all be over in a few weeks. Once I'm a free woman again I plan on selling the house and moving back near you and Becky and finding out what living near a big city.” 

"That would be nice," I smiled at the thought, "we'd get to see you more than two or three times a year." 

We talked about things in general for about half an hour or so before I found out the reason Phil had left her. 

"He claimed that I was making excessive demands of him," She laughed in answer to my questioning, "anyone would think sex more than once a week was a reasonable request nowadays wouldn't you, but not Phil, once a week, in bed without lights and that's it." 

"Sounds a lot like Becky." I grinned. 

As you may have guessed Jacquee and I were very open with each other, we had always had this close type of relationship and she had brought her problems to me many times rather than to our mother, especially when the problem involved the matter of sex. 

"Is Becky she still like that," my sister laughed, "how on earth do you stand it? You haven't got yourself something on the side have you?" 

"I've managed, for the most part, to resist the temptation." I grinned, "What about you?" 

"Oh," She smiled all innocently, "I'm not as strong willed as you are bro, I sort of slipped once or twice." 

"Does Phil know?" I asked unsurprised by her confession. 

"Hell no," She laughed, "as with sex, it never occurred to him. Anyway bro, you ought to get yourself a bit of on the side, it would do wonders for you!" 

"For all her faults I still love Becky and I don’t intend causing her grief if I can help it." I said seriously then smiled, "Besides, who'd be interest in an old guy like me?" 

"Would you like a list?" Jacquee laughed. 

The subject moved on to other things and the time flew by, lunch time came and Jacquee went out into the kitchen to fix us a little something while I looked out the living room window at the pouring rain. From the kitchen I could hear the noise of my sister preparing lunch and a radio going in the background; smiling to myself I wondered what Jacquee was doing then headed towards the kitchen to see if Jacquee wanted some help. 

As I entered the kitchen the news was going on the radio standing on the counter, I walked in just in time to hear that due to a lightening strike and flooding, roads have been brought to a standstill. 

"That's all I need." I sighed as Jacquee turned off the radio. 

"You'd better phone Becky and tell her of the situation,” My sister suggested. 

So I phoned Becky and informed her of the situation and that it was doubtful I could return today and that Jacquee would put me up for the night.  Jacquee was carrying trays through to the living room as I hung up the phone. I asked Jacquee if I could stay the night. 

”Sure you can big brother!” We’ll have lots of fun!” "Thanks sis." I smiled as I sat down. 

Lunch was some of her left over spaghetti (she’s a fantastic cook); Jacquee had opened a bottle of wine and insisted that the bottle had to be drained with our feast of spaghetti. 

"Are you trying to get me drunk sis?" I asked. 

"Of course," She grinned, "then I can have my way with you." 

Now I'm not a great drinker and the wine soon made me feel light headed and more than a little buzzed, which was one of the reasons I didn't drink that much. Jacquee was just as bad, she quickly got all giggly and our talk descended right into the gutter, we laughed and made lewd jokes and were having a real good time. 

I looked at Jacquee and said, “Sis, you are beautiful!”

"Do you really think I'm beautiful?" Jacquee laughed. 

"Very much so." I grinned. "And not because you are my sister." 

We had some more wine which made the conversation degenerate even more, but neither of us was concerned about it, we were having too much fun. 

"Which part of me is the sexiest?" Jacquee asked some time later. 

"Ah? Oh, I don't know." I replied, "All of you." 

"No, come on bro," She laughed, "if I wasn't your sister which part of me would turn you on the most?" 

"Well if you weren't my sister," I grinned playing along with her, "It would be toss-up between those lovely tits of yours and those long legs, your sultry eyes, and luscious lips." 

Jacquee laughed “What…these things cupping her tits, pushing them up and increasing the amount of cleavage that was showing. 

"Yelp! Those very ones." I laughed at her antics. 

"And I bet you'd just love to feel my long legs wrapping around you as you made love to me." She laughed. 

"I'd love it." I laughed feeling strangely excited by our conversation. 

"Well if I wasn't your sister," Jacquee laughed, "I'd be at the head of the line of women after your body." 

"You'd be the biggest temptation on the list I'm sure." I laughed. 

"Bro, I'd be the temptation you couldn't resist." Jacquee said as she stood up. 

With exaggerated sways of her hips my sister strutted around the room, we were both laughing so much we were almost crying. 

"Where would we meet?" Jacquee mused as she swayed sensuously across the room towards me, her hair bouncing as she walked, "I know, at a dimly lit dance bar, there'd be just you and me and the band and I'd come over to where you were sitting..." 

"And I'd watch you coming towards me" I cut in as I joined in her game, "and jump up to ask you to dance." 

As I spoke I got to my feet I held out my hands as if asking her to dance, she came into my arms and we did a little old fashioned waltz with the polite distance between us. 

"And while we danced we'd just sort of drift together," Jacquee said softly matching action to words, "you'd put your arms around me and we'd just drift around the floor." 

Holding my sister's beautiful body to me I swayed to the imaginary music, she let her head rest on my shoulder, her face turned towards mine, I could feel the gentle puff of her breath on my cheek, smell the faint hint of her perfume. I was also very much aware of the pleasure that I was getting from my sister's body as it gently rubbed against me as we moved, so much so that my prick gave a twitch and began a slow rise towards erection. 

"Mmmm," Jacquee sighed, "this is nice." 

Turning my head a little I found myself looking into my sister's deep brown eyes, she smiled at me then tilted her head towards me, her lips brushed across mine and I felt a tingle of excitement at the light touch of her warm luscious lips on mine. 

"We'd dance like this forever," Jacquee said softly going on with her game of pretend, "every now and then we'd kiss briefly..." 

Once again her lips brushed across my lips, and once again I felt the tingle of excitement run through me making my cock grow all the faster. "Then you'd lean over and kiss me firmly." Jacquee ended on a wishful note. 

Her words seemed to echo in my mind as I leaned my head towards her and kissed her firmly on the lips. The pleasure that ran through me from that kiss was like nothing I had ever felt before, and the pleasure grew as Jacquee returned my kiss. When I eventually parted our lips my breathing was fast and I felt a glow in my loins; Jacquee's eyes were closed, her lips parted a little as she took a deep happy breath. "Again." She whispered. 

I kissed her again and felt her lips press tight to mine as our passions rose; her body seemed to melt against me as I held her in my arms. Our pretence at dancing was quickly forgotten in the pleasure of that kiss and when I parted our lips again my sister sighed and kissed my neck. 

"What would happen next?" I breathed excitedly. 

God knows what had gotten into me, but I was willing, even eager to carry out the role her fantasy story was assigning me; with bated breath I waited for my sister to speak. 

"Next you'd slide your hands down my back" She sighed as I moved my hands, "right down to my ass. Then you'd pull me tight to you and kiss me again." 

My hands rested on the swell of her firm ass as I pulled her lower body tight to mine and leaned forward to kiss her, but before our lips met Jacquee added something else. 

"While we kissed you'd slide your hands under my dress and onto my panties then you'd play with my ass." She whispered hurriedly. 

As our lips met I slid my hands under my sister's dress and placed them on her ass, I could feel the warmth of her skin on my palms as I stroked her. The panties she wore were so small and flimsy that I rarely touched them in all my stroking. Our kiss became more passionate, spearing my tongue into her mouth I ran the fingers of one hand down the crack of her ass over her flimsy panties, my sister responded by giving a low moan of enjoyment that excited me even more. 

"Then?" I sighed when I eventually parted our lips. 

Jacquee breathed deeply as my hands continued to rub against her ass, I felt her push against my hands then sigh happily. 

"Then, you'd reach up with one hand," She breathed so quietly that I could barely hear her, "and unbutton my dress..." 

Moving one of my hands I found the buttons of her dress and gently unbuttoning allowing the dress to fall loosely from her shoulders. 

"...You'd part us just long enough to let it fall to the floor then you'd take me in your arms again and run your hands all over me as we kissed." Jacquee whispered. 

Pushing her away from me a little I slid her dress off her shoulders, let it slide down her body to the floor; lovingly I gazed at my sisters smooth, lightly tanned skin as she stepped out of the dress, and kicked it out of the way. Pulling her to me I placed my lips on hers and kissed her hungrily, my hands roaming over her body, savoring the feel of her soft skin, the swell of her body and the firmness of her ass. As my hands moved over her body Jacquee began to untie my robe, her fingers struggling to push the material open, I sighed into her mouth when I felt her hands run over my bare chest and stomach. 

With each moment that passed I became more aroused, my skin was tingling where she was touching me and my cock, by now fully erect, was throbbing with excitement, my sister's responses to my caresses were even more exciting and I breathlessly parted our lips to find out what path her fantasy would take next. Jacquee's eyes were closed when I leaned back to look at her, her breathing fast, irregular, looking down I saw the swell of her tits over her bra, and the temptation to remove the thin barrier was overwhelming. One handedly I snapped open the catches of the bra then slid it off her shoulders and down her arms; the breath caught in my chest as I gazed at her large tits and her dark, excited and exciting nipples. Tossing the bra aside I raised my hand to her luscious breasts and began to play with them. 

"Tease my nipples." Jacquee sighed without opening her eyes. 

The gasp my sister gave as I closed my fingers around her nipples was more than enough proof of her excitement, adding to her excitement I leaned forward to take one of her hard pebbles in my mouth. 

"Oh that is nice." Jacquee breathed shakily. 

I had to agree with her, the feel and taste of her nipple was like the finest of wines to me, and once uncorking the wine has to be savored to the full. Sliding my free hand down over her stomach I worked my way towards her pussy, the thin material of her panties giving a little as my hand pressed against them. I could feel the wetness of her juices where they had soaked through the flimsy material and, now I was the fully assured Jacquee was well aroused. Her fingers fumbled at the cord around my waist and the robe flapped open, with almost desperate haste she pushed the robe off my shoulders forcing me to move my hands away from her as she pushed the robe off me, but as soon as it had been thrown aside I put one hand back to her tit and the other to the moistness of her panties. Jacquee groaned and pushed down gently onto my hand as it traced the outline of her pussy through the thin material of her panties, still sucking her nipple I slipped my hands to the waistband of her panties and with a single motion I pushed the thin wisp of material down then let them fall to the floor around her ankles. Kicking the panties away Jacquee put a hand to my head and pulled me tight to her tits while I ran my fingers through her pubic hair then over her pussy, tracing the outer lips before sliding them across the moist flesh of her slit. 

"Oh yes." Jacquee sighed, "Right there in the middle of the middle of the dance ballroom you'd take me." 

Her hands pulled my head up and her lips landed on mine with such hunger that I thought she would swallow me whole! Raising one hand to her tits I used the thumb of my other hand to tease her large sensitive clitoris while my fingers probed at her hot, wet hole. As my fingers sank into my thumb teased her clit my sister gave a gentle shudder and moaned into my mouth; one of her hands slid down my body until it closed around my hard, excited prick, she squeezed me and a shiver of delight ran through me. Slowly I made love to my sister with my fingers, pushing deep into her then pulling almost all the way out while my thumb circled and pressed her clit. Jacquee sighed and groaned, her lips never leaving mine as my actions pushed her towards a climax, her body moving in time to my fingers. Then she surged against me, her pussy swallowing and grasping at my fingers, her lips crushing against mine as a shudder ran through her, I felt her knees sag and gently lowered her to the floor, covering her with my body as she lay back. Her hand stroked my cock a few times then pulled it towards her pussy, eagerly I pressed forward until I felt my cock slide a little way into her. Our lips parted and for a moment we froze in that position, I looked down into my sister's eyes, eyes that with a hunger that matched my own. 

Watching my sister's face I pressed forward, my prick slid slowly deeper into her pussy, her muscles gripping me as though to ensure my cock could not escape even had it wished to. Jacquee's lips opened in a low cry of pleasure as I filled her with my hard flesh, her eyes half closed with bliss. The feel of her pussy around my cock was sending wave after wave of ecstasy through me and when our groins met in a gentle, grinding caress we both groaned from the sheer joy of the moment. Then her long, luscious, shapely legs came up around my back, locking behind me as I started to pull back, leaning down I kissed her with all the lust that was running through me. Her response matched my kiss exactly, her breathing and mine sounding loud in the silence of the room. With long, slow, gentle strokes I began to fuck my sister, her body moved with mine, her pussy rising up to greet my every thrust eagerly. Our passions mounted even further and our pace quickened, my thrusts becoming firmer as I took her with greater force.

Jacquee's head twisted to one side parting our lips forcefully, a cry escaped from her lips as I breathed deeply and moved faster in her pussy, my cock sliding deliciously in her surprisingly tight cavern. I could feel her fingers with their long nails raking across my back then digging into my ass, as her cries grew louder. Then she was surging up against me, her legs gripping me in a hold from which there was no escape, her pussy grinding up against me, clutching at my cock; she cried out then began to buck and writher as her orgasm hit her like a solid blow. Adding my own cry of bliss to hers I pushed down even tighter to her, my cock swelled then twitched and my cum erupted deep inside her body with all the heat and force of a volcano, a blast of ecstasy sent my mind reeling to a heaven of pure joyous sensations. For a long marvelous moment I lay stiff and straining then my body relaxed as I let out a loud breath. Giving a few gentle, loving thrusts into Jacquee's shaking, trembling pussy I went to move away from my sister, her eyes opened a little and she shook her head. 




Perfect Timing



"Please "she gasped out, "please stay where you are I want to fee you slowly shrinking inside me." 

Smiling down at her I leaned forward and kissed her tenderly as I complied with her plea. It was an amazing feeling lying there with my cock slowly shrinking in the warmth of Jacquee's pussy, only it was also an exciting sensation and my cock only sank to half mast before reversing itself and surging back to full erection. 

"Oh are you ready again? That’s sooooo good." Jacquee sighed as I grew inside her, "I hoped that would happen." 

Once again our lips met in a passionate kiss as our bodies began to move again, slowly at first, but gradually faster and faster I thrust into Jacquee's eager pussy; her cries echoing around me, her fingernails raking my back as her legs crushed me. Our excitement growing to fever pitch then exploding in a wave of ecstasy as our climax hit us, Jacquee bucked and writhed, cried out and sobbed as her pussy pushed up on me; I groaned and thrust deep into her as my cum jetted into her depths. Then our peak faded again and this time I rolled off my sister's shuddering body to lie gasping for breath with my heart pounding in my chest. 

As I lay recovering the realization of what I had just done hit me, gasping I sat up and looked down at my still shaking sister, tears were running down her face yet her lips indicated a satisfied smile. 

"Jacquee?" I said with concern. 

In a rush of motion she sat up and put her arms around me, her head buried in my shoulder as I held her tenderly. “Shhhhh, don’t say anything!”

"Oh God Wayne, I feel so fulfilled," She said into my shoulder then threw her head back and laughed, "so fulfilled and oh so very happy. I wish we'd done this a long time ago." 

With her words my own guilty feelings evaporated, laughing I kissed her before responding. 

"Better late than never sis." I laughed softly. 

"Can we make love again?" She asked in a low voice. 

"As much as you like." I laughed in reply, "Or at least as much as I can stand." 

"Let's have dinner first then," my sister smiled happily, "we can spend the rest of the evening and night making love in the comfort of a nice soft bed." 

Dinner was somewhat late that night.



Perfect Timing



The last minute of this shower was sure to be the worst. I was already fully aware that I had washed and rinsed and rewashed and re-rinsed everything that I possibly could... but still the idea of turning the water off and emerging back into the hot summer heat was too much to even imagine. 

There had been nonstop hustle for the last three days. First the packing, then the airport, then the running, and the rental, and the tickets, and the rides, and needless to say Disney World was kicking our ass. Last night I could have sworn I was asleep before my head even hit the pillow. We were all just exhausted. With two young girls, my husband and I were all over the place. 

This shower had been my first moments alone since we had arrived, and now the idea that it was ending... it was heartbreaking. Regardless I rubbed my hands over my curly brown hair one last time, pushing the excess moisture from my roots all the way out so that it cascaded down my back like a waterfall. 

I reached over and turned the water off. Taking a few extra seconds to just stand there naked before throwing my hair up into a towel turban and exiting the shower. Then I noticed something strange outside the creaked bathroom door... What was that? Silence? Our two girls had not been silent since we had arrived... I wrapped a towel around my body and pulled the door open. 

As I snuck out into the hallway I tried my best to be quiet. There was an instant burst of hot air on my body, drying my legs and arms almost immediately as I inched down the hall of our studio. The overhead fan was on full blast which was pointless because the balcony door was open letting all the hot Florida air in. Sprawled out on the bed by the door were our two girls dressed in full princess attire dead asleep. Our youngest just snoring away. 

On the bed right next to where I stood was my husband. His body stretched out and his legs crossed. He was propped up on the pillows with his arms behind his head and his sunglasses still on. I stared at him with nothing but love in my eyes. Not only had he successfully initiated a nap for the girls while I was in the shower but he had also tidied up the room and placed clothes for me on the my suitcase across from the bed. It was moments like these that I couldn't help but love him. Our lives were chaotic and frenzied and loud but it's always the little things that count.

I turned to my suitcase and grabbed the clothes. I bent all the way over looking through the items he had selected when I heard something behind me. I swung my head around hoping it was not the girls. Hoping that I still had another 5 minutes of glorious moments without them. 

When I turned around still slightly bent. I noticed my husband was not asleep instead he had shifted a little and now he had his sunglasses raised from his eyes. And was intently staring at me. Of course I hadn't been thinking about being very ladylike because I was sure everyone was asleep and now I realized I had just completely mooned him. And I think he liked it. 

He had a smile growing and I turned around to face him. He just looked so perfect laying there, adoring me from a distance. I rolled the towel off my head and my wet hair fell down onto my shoulders sticking to them from the moisture. He moved his hand to the side and dropped his glasses on the bed, still just staring at me. I looked at the girls, and then looked at him again. 

As if the air wasn't hot and humid enough already it was now FILLED with sexual tension. I moved to the edge of the bed by his feet. I raised one knee up onto the bed and when it creaked loudly we both immediately shot our eyes over to the girls sleeping. I wasn't looking but I could hear him start laughing quietly. They were still asleep. There was nothing to worry about. Our youngest daughter looked like she was even beginning to drool now. I could chance it... I crawled onto the bed.

There was still a towel wrapped around my body and as I made my way up the bed and moved to straddle him I knew it opened just enough to give him a glimpse of all that was underneath. I stopped and sat there for a moment before leaning in to give him a kiss. His lips were warm and wet. I felt a nudge against my groin. His cock pushed hard against his cargo shorts. 

I moved my hands up to his face and wrapped them around his neck. Slowly moving my tongue past his lips and into his mouth for just a second before stopping. I felt his hands move up my thighs, he wasnt headed anywhere in particular just needed to touch me. He left them there as I moved my way away from his mouth and down his neck. Leaving a trail of kisses down his warm skin. 

His pants were tight now and I could feel his cock aching against the fabric from between my legs. He moved his hands up my thighs pushing my towel up. He grabbed my ass digging his fingers into my cheeks. Full of desire, I put my lips back up to his. Again he grabbed my ass, this time I pushed my pussy down against his pants. Feeling his cock tense up. 

I looked over at the girls just to make sure they were not awake before tracing my finger down his body. I rubbed my hands down his chest to where I finally met the button to his pants. As I undid it I leaned in to kiss him. His hand shot up to my face and this time he pulled my lips to his. His tongue shot into my mouth. It was so passionate I had hardly realized when I let a moan escape. He pulled away and looked at me sternly before raising his finger to his mouth to "shh" me. 

I smiled and sat up repositioning myself. Reaching down I stroked his cock through his pants and he closed his eyes. I unzipped them and nudged his pants down a bit beneath me so that his dick sprung free. There was already wetness coating the tip and it was hard as a rock. I traced my fingers up and down the sides of it stroking it slowly. He looked at me with fire in his eyes and it was clear that the teasing was not helping. 

I moved my face up to meet his all the while keeping my pussy right above his erect cock. I gave him one simple kiss before reaching down and directing his manhood to me. I pushed the tip between my lips, allowing it to meet my wetness. Took a moment to push his tip back and forth against my swollen clit. Once it was wet I started pushing it inside me. His cock was huge, pressing against the walls of my vagina, stretching me to the hilt. His hands moved up to my natural waist and he pulled me down even more. I bit down on my bottom lip as I pushed myself up. Lifting myself off until only his tip was inside of me. He pulled me down slowly filling me up again. 

I moved my mouth toward his and wrapped my hands around his neck as I began to ride him. He kissed my cheek and then kissed across my face to my ear. Taking a moment to bite on to the lobe and dig his fingers into waist. I glanced over at the girls... luckly they were still sleeping.

I grinded my hips back and forth on top of him. My pussy was on fire and everytime I moved his cock all the way inside me my clit grazed against his skin. He moved his hands and I felt his thumb find my clit. He started rubbing it slowly in circles. I swung my head back making my still wet hair cling to my back. I could feel my temperature start to rise as I continued to ride him. Each time pushing and grinding his cock harder into me. Again I moaned accidentally but this time he just quietly laughed. I moved my leg so that it was propped up and he began to thrust up into me. I could feel my orgasm rising up fast.

Suddenly I heard movement next to me. We both froze. He looked over toward the other bed as one of the girls russled around, hopefully changing positions and not waking up. I was too scared to look, too scared to be caught so I just looked at him. My eyes as big as a deer in the headlights. But after being frozen for a moment he turned back to me and smiled. We were safe.

I nudged his hand out of the way and started to rub circles around my clit with my finger faster and faster. He moved both his hands to my hips and held me still as he thrusted up into me harder and harder. I could feel the full length of his cock inside me and I knew he was going to cum soon. I wanted him to cum. I hadn't even realized how close I was to cumming. I had to take my finger off my clit for a moment before I did. I leaned forward and slid my tongue into his mouth. His hands tightened on my waist and he pulled me down so that his entire cock was inside me as he started to cum. I could feel his cock pulsating inside me and a moment later my own orgasm came in big long shocks through my body. 

His hands loosened on my waist but he still held me there. Holding me in place until every last drop of cum shot deep into my pussy. I quivered for a moment as my orgasm continued to send waves over me. I went to push myself off of him but he stopped me, reaching through my wet hair and pulling me in for another few quick kisses.

I eventually pushed myself off of his manhood. I hustled down the bed and into the bathroom to clean myself up, as he hiked his cargo shorts back up and buttoned them. I was only in the bathroom for a moment before I heard one of our daughters' voices. And then the other. I sighed and smiled. Perfect timing.



Perfect Timing



(Chapter 6)

"Perfect Timing" (circa-1971)

If only he had gone straight to the casino on Friday night like he intended he wouldn't have had the police knocking at his door and he would definitely be in a better frame of mind for the long drive to Stockport.

He was certainly beginning to regret his act of chivalry. 

The Bay Horse public house in Gateshead was a place you generally called into for a quick drink on the way to somewhere else. It was a dirty, sleazy place and so were the clientele. 

You had to avoid taking deep breathes otherwise your lungs would be violated from the tar filled fog of hand-rolled cigarettes and the inadequate drainage from the toilets. And most of the seating was held together with duct-tape and the carpets were so old and threadbare your shoes stuck to the floor. 

The glass had barely touched his lips when a young girl walked onto the dance floor and removed all of her clothes. Under the hypnotic spell of Norman Greenbaum singing 'Spirit in the Sky,' she danced around the room with a carefree confidence, swaying her hips and flaunting her breasts, floating in a dreamy trance, oblivious to the world around her. 

The unexpected exhibition quickly attracted an audience of curious eyes.

Testosterone loaded males with bulging eyes and bulging pants gathered around the dance floor like a pack of hungry wolves, their voices laden with crude suggestion, willing the girl to open her body and give them a solo performance. 

A guttural voice behind him interrupted the glass touching his lips.

"She's a loon mate." 

Turning quickly on his heels a short middle-aged chubby man with an unkempt appearance and an unshaven face smiled back from behind the bar. His shirt was open at the front revealing a covering of perspiration on his chest and sweat marks under both arms. 

"The wheels spinning but the hamsters dead," he sniggered, showing stained and uneven teeth, his bulging eyes crawling shamelessly over her naked body, shifting position and craning his neck, anxious not to miss a second of the erotic performance. 

He took an instant dislike to the lecherous pervert who felt it necessary to scratch his balls as he questioned him about his vindictive comments. 

"I don't understand. What do you mean? Does she have a problem?"

Wiping a layer of sweat from his brow and crushing a cigarette into an overflowing ashtray, leaning over the counter until their faces were almost touching, his cheesy smile showing yellow stained teeth and his breath smelling of cigarettes and the inside of a sewer. 

"This is not the first time she's stripped naked and given a performance," he grinned, a cigarette dancing between nicotine stained fingers. "Apparently she exposes herself in other pubs in the area," he declared, putting his hand inside his trouser pocket just as the young girl bent over and opened her legs. 

His next question interrupted the pervert's hand playing inside his pants. 

"Who is she, and why doesn't anyone stop her?" 

The disgusting man ignored the question. He was too preoccupied with trying to get himself off and made it rather obvious that he only had one thing on his mind and wasn't in the mood for exchanging words of sympathy. 

The lecherous man pulled on his cigarette and shuffled his feet behind the bar, trying to get a better view, his hand gathering pace inside his pants, a tardy reply to the question muttered between heavy breathing, something about the girl having mental health problems and she was the daughter of the Vicar of the local Methodist Church. 

A depraved audience of cowardly predators circled the dance floor like vultures watching over their vulnerable prey, some of them chanting obscenities, others offering crude suggestions, one man with his cock in his hand encouraging her to perform oral sex. 

He finished his drink and glanced at his watch, the timepiece reminding him that he should be heading for the casino. 

After giving the barman a look he reserved for perverts he pushed his way through the throng of predatory filth, picking up her clothes from the floor, lifting her into his arms and disappearing through a door, ignoring the onslaught of verbal abuse following in his wake.

During the short drive to her home he offered her a cigarette and tried to find out her name but she didn't reply. She just stared into the distance as if he wasn't there. 

Apart from an ambient light above the entrance door the vicarage was in darkness. 

The tyres crunched in quiet protest over the long gravel drive, the headlights lighting up the eerie grounds, casting haunting shadows of tall trees over the sinister looking house. 

Before the brass knocker had time to find purchase the heavy oak door was already opening. 

A nose appeared and then a mouth, a cautious eye peeking through a small gap in the door.

"My names Mark Brand," he volunteered. "Your daughter..." he added, his voice fading under the ominous sound of deadlocks turning and chains rattling as the door opened.

A tall man wearing a tweed jacket and sporting a dog-collar introduced himself as Alistair Bainbridge, the vicar of St Andrews Methodist Church and the father of the girl. 

After a brief explanation of the events at the Bay Horse pub the vicar seemed unperturbed, but nevertheless thanked him for returning his daughter. 

The discourteous movement of the door closing in his face informed him that the vicar had nothing more to say, so he turned around and headed for the car. As he drove away from the house he glanced in the rear view mirror, a little surprised to see an elderly woman had now appeared at the door and Alistair Bainbridge was writing something on a notepad. 

The following day a police officer arrived at his door and questioned him about the events of Friday night. Alistair Bainbridge had reported the incident to the police and had given them the make and registration details of his car. 

The officer told him that he wasn't under arrest but asked him if he would come to the police station and make a statement so they could complete their report. 

After moving into the flow of traffic without indicating, the sound of a car horn behind him was enough to clear the thoughts from his head. 

George Logan was travelling with him today and he realised that if he wanted to get them both to Stockport in one piece he would have to push Alistair Bainbridge and the police at the back of his mind. 

The rain hammering against the windscreen and the poor visibility made the driving more demanding and required his deep concentration. He was also aware that the ache at the back of his neck was the prelude to a thunderous headache. 

Fortunately he had travelled the route so often he could almost set the car on auto-pilot. 

The week ahead looked promising, both for work commitments and for sociable events. 

On their working agenda, he had to survey a building in Manchester and George Logan had to attend a client progress meeting. On their social agenda they had both been invited out for dinner with Charles Henderson and Beverley Jackson to celebrate his birthday. 

With the A1 motorway relatively quiet, he lit a cigarette, turned the volume up on the radio and listened to James Taylor singing 'Fire and Rain.' 

It was only six-thirty in the evening and the hotel bar was already filling with locals and strangers, catching a quick drink before heading to Old Trafford to watch the match, others pulling up stools at the bar, content to watch the game on the television.

"I think we should pretend to be Manchester United supporters for one night. The last thing we need is a confrontation with diehard supporters." George whispered, trying to disguise his North East accent, as he handed him a drink. 

"We'll beat those bastards tonight," growled a drunken supporter, waving a red scarf above his head as he headed for the door.

"We will," Mark replied, hiding his loyalty to Newcastle United behind a limp smile, catching a glimpse of Beverley Jackson standing at the top of the stairs, her beauty almost taking his breath away.

Gliding down the stairs in a whisper of movement, a figure hugging black dress caressing every curve, the front cut low exposing a deep cleavage, her long slender legs growing out of a pair of towering black heels and a heart stopping smile on the most perfect lips. 

Bruno Dante greeted his guests in the entrance foyer of the Bella Roma restaurant. 

After hugging and kissing everyone on both cheeks and making a fuss and commotion as if they were Hollywood celebrities, he welcomed them into his humble establishment.

"The best table in the house," Bruno announced, skipping across the floor, a waiter holding a bottle of champagne following quickly on his heels. "Compliments of the house," Bruno smiled, pouring wine into glasses, a couple of waitresses moving anxiously around the table, forcing smiles, clinking cutlery and handing out menus.

"Happy Birthday, Charles," Beverley toasted, smiling and raising her glass. 

"Happy Birthday," voices echoed in unison across the table, wine glasses chinking in melodious greeting. 

Food delivered to the table and empty plates taken away, wine bottles emptied and quickly replaced, compliments following compliments, smiles and laughter flirting under a veil of stolen glances, pledges and promises and truth and lies smothered under the sound of raised voices and clattering plates. 

The taxi dropped them back at 'The Royal Belvedere Arms Hotel' just after eleven.

After staggering unsteadily through the door, Beverley made a quick detour to the kitchen returning with a smile and a bottle of champagne in each hand. 

Corks popped and the wine flowed, too many toasts inviting too many drunken off-key choruses of 'Happy Birthday,' Beverley deliberately letting his age slip into the song and casually announcing that at forty-two she was twelve years younger than Charles. 

Standing at one end of the bar, George and Charles giggled and laughed like a couple of teenagers, swapping lewd anecdotes, telling dirty jokes and making suggestive innuendos, unaware that their voices were too loud. 

Sitting on stools at the opposite end of the bar, Mark and Beverley talked quietly over the commotion, flirting with each other at any given opportunity. 

George's overexcited and overloud voice broke their flirtatious interlude. 

Holding his hands about ten-inches apart he proceeded to tell a joke about a large penis, but with an alcohol fuelled memory lapse he missed the punch line and in an outburst of hysterical laughter he pointed a finger at his friend and colleague shamelessly announcing that he was hung like a horse. 

She smiled into his eyes, dipped a finger into her wine and sucked the liquid from her finger with flirtatious suggestion, a mischievous smile curling the corners of her mouth.

"Is that a fact? I always thought you were a bit of a dark horse."

The sound of the telephone ringing interrupted the sexually charged atmosphere. 

The landlord from the Red Bull and some members of the golfing club were discussing the next golfing tournament in Portugal and because Charles was the secretary of the golfing society he asked him if he would come to the Red Bull to agree an agenda. 

After quickly draining the contents of his glass, Charles announced that he would take George with him. With a smile and a dismissive hand, they were gone.

In the darkness and disquiet hanging between them they shared a smile and clinked glasses.

"Happy Birthday," Beverley muttered disapprovingly into her glass, before lifting off her stool and pressing a button on a black and chrome box behind the bar, the velvety voice of Frank Sinatra singing 'In the Wee Small Hours,' filtering through speakers, soothing the room with the perfect music for seduction 

Taking his outstretched hand and sitting back on her stool, the intimacy of touch fuelling the fire of passion, lust and desire heightening arousal, brushing his hand across her face, tracing the outline of her mouth, her full red lips delicious and soft, the kind that pleaded for the most gentle of kisses and offered the most passionate response. 

Faces came together, noses touched, lips met and mouths opened, tongues sweeping over teeth, duelling in an orgy of saliva, two mouths feasting on the heat of each other's breath, flirting in an intimate dance of promise and expectation. 

Pulses raced and heart beats gathered speed, a tangle of impatient hands touching and groping, probing and squeezing, a familiar awakening inside his pants and a pulse between her legs demanding attention, a crushing kiss that lasted until they almost ran out of breath. 

A deep intake of breath and a quick adjustment on the stool, slipping her shoes off her feet, flashing her eyes with lustful intent, a promiscuous smile revealing perfect white teeth. 

"Take my hands," she invited, leaning back precariously on the stool, running her feet up and down his legs, wiggling her toes playfully between his inner thighs, finding the growing lump inside his pants, pressing her foot gently against the swollen flesh, the acquaintance of wriggling toes providing the ultimate tease. 

A beating heart overflowing with desire and expectation, curiosity flirting with the heat of passion, letting go of his hands, her playful pursuit momentarily interrupted by a compelling urge and an overwhelming need for sexual stimulation. 

Peppering his neck with soft and meaningful kisses, sweeping her tongue in playful circles, blowing whispers of hot air into his ears, brushing his face and his lips, his nose and his eyes, pushing her warm breasts against his vibrant body letting him feel the weight and firmness, the swelling and the hardness of her nipples pressing urgently against his chest. 

Two bodies moving to impulsive urges, conviction and lust fuelling expectation, impatient hands searching with sensitive meaning, stroking and fondling, gliding over the curvature of her heaving bosoms, feeling them rise and fall beneath the soft fabric, his feather light fingers twisting and teasing her nipples, an aching vulva responding to the acquaintance of touch, his well-practiced hands caressing and squeezing, fondling and kneading her breasts, each one more than a handful, each one moulding comfortably to his touch. 

A brief pause and a deep intake of breath, a familiar wetness pooling between her thighs, lowering her hand and squeezing the throbbing muscle inside his pants, her eyes watering with lustful curiosity, erotic images weaving their way inside her head, the promise of expectation dancing behind her eyes. 

His masterful touch...His taste...His hard flesh inside her mouth...Opening her body...His cock stretching and filling her entrance... A frenzied fuck... A breath-taking orgasm...

The ominous sounds of the old building settling into silence broke the erotic thoughts playing inside her head. There was a great deal of nervous apprehension at the true reality of what they were about to undertake, knowing that Charles and George could bust through the door at any minute. But with their brains operating much slower than the speed of hormonal chaos, and increasing heart beats firing a surge of blood to genitalia, any thoughts of caution were lost in the pulsing flesh between her fingers. 

Instinct guiding impulse, urgency stimulating arousal, lust and desire overflowing with expectation, caution and danger swept away in the heat of passion, reality and determination motivating confidence, eyes meeting, lips touching and mouths melting together, stealing the breath from each other's mouths, kissing with the intensity and insatiable lust of those who had a desperate hunger for each other's bodies, no matter what the consequences.

Breaking from the kiss and lowering from the stool, dropping to her knees on the timber floor, an eager hand quickly finding the staining lump, submissive eyes looking up from the floor, the ache of a burning vulva torturing her senses, her body craving release, a frustrated sigh inviting a remorseful whisper. 

"There will be other times when we will be alone with no one to disturb us," she smiled, sweeping her tongue over her top lip in anticipation of what was to come. 

"So until then... Let me take care of you." 

Imagination flirting with curiosity, arousal chasing impulsive urges, flashing her eyes with curiosity and excitement, an impatient hand touching and fondling, squeezing the impressive limb inside his pants, her clumsy fingers tugging impatiently at the zip, wheezes and pants forcing breathless sighs, urgency chasing frustrated curses, the fastenings eventually yielding, pulling his trousers over his thighs and slipping her hand inside his briefs, long painted fingers closing in a firm grip around the girth, unfolding the weighty specimen, liberating the awesome piece of flesh from its fabric prison.

A startled gasp, a renewed excitement, an impossible object captured in her vision, her stomach fluttering, her mouth wide open, her jaw slack, her skin burning, her vulva melting, staring in admiration through watering eyes, mesmerised by the throbbing muscle bobbing and swaying in front of her eyes, teasing her senses, corrupting her mind. 

It was nine-and-a-half-inches long and as thick as a woman's wrist. The last time she'd seen anything so obscene it was hanging from a horse. 

She couldn't believe her eyes. She stared in disbelief. She wanted it.

A suggestive smile curled the corners of her mouth. 

"You're so big," she whispered, blowing soft kisses between his inner thighs, a worshipping hand caressing his balls, the other hand working the length back and forth with slow measured strokes, pulling the foreskin over the bulbous head and dragging a finger nail over the dark blue vein running along the side of the massive column, pressing a thumb against the vein, feeling the pulse and the surge of blood rushing through the swollen shaft, an eager hand tugging and pulling the treacherous limb with well-practiced strokes, an urgent desire to taste his flesh dancing behind a flirtatious smile. 

The pulse of her lips and the warm melting pleasure of a hungry mouth eased him in, her cheeks bulging, her face twisting, her lips stretching against the girth, sucking in gasps of air through her nose, attempting to swallow as much flesh that her mouth would comfortably accept, a stumbling gasp and a choking gag, a reminder of her limitations when only half the length reached the back of her throat. 

"You taste so good," she whispered, easing him out slowly and moving her tongue in a slow seductive dance around the smooth crown, sweeping in sensuous circles over the bulbous helmet. "And so delicious," she added, working in a steady rhythm of pleasure along the shaft, nipping the sensitive membrane playfully between her teeth, almost bruising the flesh in the process, giving the sensitive glans a little extra attention before removing a clear drop of sticky fluid from the unblinking eye, staring up from the floor to see his reaction. 

A brief meeting of eyes and an exchange of seductive smiles, impulsive urges and a visceral surge of adrenaline increasing arousal, reckless passion gathering speed, her blue eyes sparkling in the subdued light, the pulsing organ slipping between her lips, momentarily held in playful capture between her teeth, easing him inside her warm mouth, bobbing her head up and down, sucking him in and swallowing deep, feeling the smooth head probing the back of her throat, easing him in and easing him out, his eyes transfixed on the bulging head distorting her face and the swollen shaft glimmering in a sea of saliva each time he entered and retreated between her lips.

A painful sigh and an uncomfortable shuffle, the hard timber floor torturing her knees, pleasure momentarily giving way to discomfort, easing the meaty limb from her mouth.




Perfect Timing



Hissing his disapproval through gritted teeth, lifting his buttocks from the stool, frustrated grunts and persuasive urges inviting touch and demanding stimulation, his eyes closing and his legs stiffening, the muscles at the base of his penis pulsing in rhythmic contractions, his balls tightening inside the scrotum, pre-cum emerging from the open eye, a sign of approaching climax hanging behind tight lips.

The warmth of her mouth and a skillful hand stroking and pulling the solid length removed the anxiety, his frustration turning into reassuring expectation and impending release, his smile widening, his eyes tracing her masterful touch, wrapping her fingers around the thick appendage, gripping the firmness, feeling the quickening pulse between her fingers, working the long shaft back and forth, tugging and pulling, faster and faster, the foreskin playing hide and seek with the bulging head, the movement of seminal fluids rising up his shaft, her soft lips and probing tongue teasing the smooth head, her hand gripping and squeezing the swollen limb, pulling up and down, swallowing the length deep into her therapeutic mouth, feasting on the living muscle, easing him in and easing him out, feeling the threatening force pushing against the back of her throat. 

Words of endearment fading into whispers, compliments chasing curses, moans merging with groans, pants guiding wheezes and grunts of approval, calf muscles tightening, his testicles stirring inside the scrotum, seminal fluids beginning a journey of irrevocable conviction, a breathless whisper of encouragement forcing its way between clenched teeth, a fading announcement letting her know he was about to ejaculate. 

But the perceptive smile tugging at her lips and a talented hand working the formidable limb with increasing speed and a mouth full of flesh, were all synonymous with a cock-sucking temptress that knew what was about to happen and was willingly prepared for the offering. 

A glance at the golfing cabinet behind the bar momentarily interrupted his concentration. 

Charles Henderson and some of his golfing friends were holding a silver trophy above their heads. Another man held a bottle of champagne between his thighs like a huge phallic object, a white stream of liquid gushing like an erupting geyser from the end of the bottle. 

His testicles erupted with an unforgiving force, a substantial amount of emotional liquid shooting along the shaft with a hot and wonderful sensation, bursting with reckless abandon inside her mouth, spraying the back of her throat, showering her tonsils, her teeth and her tongue with continuous bursts of his sticky mess. 

She sucked. She swallowed. She sucked again, but the copious streams of sticky substance filling her mouth was too much, bringing gags, coughs and choking splutters, forcing her to pull away to take in air, letting the gruesome limb slip from her mouth, a final surge of white lava spilling over her tits, decorating her hair and showering her face with the syrup of sex. 

Long threads of sperm and trailing strings of saliva glistened on her chin, a hungry mouth feasting on the swollen head, dipping her tongue into the menacing eye, tasting the last remains of his passion, until his cock slowly softened and slipped from her grasp.

After a quick visit to the bathroom to repair her mascara and lipstick and remove all signs of mischief they sat on stools at the bar, smoking cigarettes, casually sipping their drinks, occasionally forcing smiles, knowing they had been outrageously daring and very fortunate considering the circumstances. 

But the timing couldn't have been better. 

The front door suddenly burst open, Charles and George, staggering unsteadily on their feet, arms wrapped around each other for support, laughing hysterically like a couple of naughty schoolboys before tripping and crashing to the floor in a tangled heap. 

"And what have you two been up to while we've been away?" Charles asked, in a girlish like giggle, as he attempted to stand up for the second time. 

Lifting her drink until it almost touched her lips, Beverley lied into the glass. 

"Mark has been the perfect gentleman." she answered, sipping her drink. "We've been drinking at the bar and I've listened to his life storey," she added, forcing an innocent smile.

"I've discovered a lot about Mark Brand tonight," she offered, giving silent thanks that in the darkness of the room there were no eyewitnesses to the hot flush colouring her cheeks. 

They talked for a little while, mainly about Charles and George's fleeting visit to the Red Bull and an imminent golfing tournament somewhere in the Mediterranean. 

With their bodies giving in to exhaustion they left the dying log fire and headed off to bed.