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Community Involvement Ch. 01

By: MuffOnMan



I am just an average kind of guy trying to make my way in the world. At 55 I keep myself in good shape and I often have people, usually females (which are flattering), comment that I look in my late thirties. I have to laugh when males say that they are envious of my slight but athletic build and wish they had a flat stomach like me. I put it down to metabolism and their over indulgence in the amber fluid. That's not saying I don't drink, lol.... some would say I drink like a fish but fortunately I do not stack on the kilos. I am also lucky enough to be able to work from home and it was because of this last aspect that what follows transitioned from my wildest fantasy to an amazing reality. I hope you too enjoy the journey.

Michelle had been the object of my licentious mind ever since she and her family moved in next door some fifteen years ago. I remember being in what is their house now, during an open house inspection, prior to their purchasing the property. We (my wife & I) were a bit disappointed with the owner (she had the place rented out previously and was selling to take the profit) as we would have made her an offer if we had known it was on the market; a week earlier would have made all the difference. But, as it was, this was the final open house before the off-site auction on the Monday. I was standing looking out of the large bay windows at the back of the lounge area when she walked in from the hallway which leads to the front entrance. I had my back to them as I scanned the pool area but something made me turn around, some kind of sixth sense I'll call it. The whole room seemed to light up when I saw her blonde hair and tanned face. Somehow I knew they would be the buyers.

The years have moved on, and whilst we have been neighbours for all that time, we do not socialise on a regular basis like some neighbours do. I have a sneaking suspicion is has a bit to do with some sort of jealously on my wife's part, but that is all I will say on that front. Back to Michelle. She is quite attractive; petite, feminine build, about 5' 4" tall, her features and figure do make you look twice if not a third time. Maybe it is her now mousy-blonde shoulder length hair combined with her well looked after figure, her pert rounded breasts and her bright smile. I know from personal knowledge that her bust size is 34C. How do I know? Well, I had to climb over the fence into their yard one time to retrieve my daughter's netball. It had rolled across their yard and stopped under their clothes line and Michelle had some of her under garments hanging on the line, so I took a look at the labels. You have to take advantage of some opportunities when they arise, don't you? To put a further perspective on Michelle and how she looks, a neighbour across the road recently commented to me that even after three children, Michelle had a good figure and was not showing any signs of her age. I agreed but I do know from personal observation she is starting to show some signs of ageing, particularly around the eyes. But at the end of the day, if you took a poll, she would definitely rate in the desirable MILF category.

Enough background etc. and now onto the main feature, as it were. I had noticed over a period of weeks just after New Year that one of the brake lights on her car were not working, but every time I thought to say something she was either out, or I simply forgot, or both. As the days and weeks slipped by, I dropped the notion of telling her, thinking that her husband would have probably fixed it. However, to my surprise one sultry humid Monday morning (it still being the height of summer in Sydney), I saw that he had not. I was out in the front yard retrieving the garbage bins when she drove off with her son and, as she braked at the roundabout down the street, I noticed only one of the three stoplights activated.

I filed that piece of information away for later use, hoping to get the opportunity to say something to her. Later on, as I was labouring away in my upstairs office, the windows open to try to catch what breeze there was, if any (and my concentration waning), I suddenly heard the sound of a car door closing. I peeked out the window and it was Michelle. Normally I would have just resumed my work but something was compelling me to act. I glanced at the clock; it was close to 1pm. I quickly swilled some mouthwash to quell any onion breath from lunch, straightened the hair and raced downstairs. I took a deep breath to calm myself as I opened the door and nonchalantly walked toward our front gate as if checking the mail.

"Hi Michelle," I called as I stepped off the veranda and took a few small steps more.

She smiled at the sound of my voice. "Hi Ray, how's it going?" Turning, she hastily moved toward her front door and deposited the carry bags she had in each hand. I thought for a moment she was going to go straight in but to my surprise she returned to the boot of her car.

"Sorry, they were heavier than I expected." She sighed. "Phew, isn't it hot? I don't mind the heat but this humidity... I hate it."

Seeing her return to her I quickly moved toward the low, three brick high border fence that ran along the boundary at this point.

"Me too. It makes any exertion that much harder."

In fact it was extremely hot standing there in the direct sun that arched down on us between our homes. Michelle was squinting as a result and I noticed a small drop of perspiration run down her neck, across her upper chest and disappear inside her pale yellow top. My eyes followed the drop as it coursed down, then, realising I was staring, I looked away embarrassed. She must have felt the trickle or was made aware of it by my staring because she brushed her throat slowly with her hand and wiped it away.

"How is the house clearing going?" I asked, knowing she was in the process of clearing her recently deceased mother's house.

"Oh you know," she laughed dismissively. "Some days good, some days bad, others extremely hard. You know what it's like."

I did, having had to do the same for my mother only the previous year. She looked on the verge of tears so I quickly tried to change the subject.

"Oh, before I forget, I have some magazines for you." I quickly stepped up onto the veranda and picked up the bundle of glossy magazines I had set aside during the previous weekends clean-up. "They are a bit on the heavy side being full glossy productions. You could even use them as work out material if you like, as an alternative". Michelle laughed her distinctive, rather loud, laugh come cackle. I took this as a positive sign as I had heard this same laugh many times previously coming from their deck / outdoor entertainment area, as it usually indicated Michelle being in very good humour.

"Oh Ray! These are great. Wow, they are heavy......... but greatly appreciated. Thank you." She moved toward me a little to give me a kiss on the cheek, so I did likewise, and we both lent across the low fence and she gave me a quick peck on each cheek. As she leaned back I noticed her top had gapped a little and was disappointed not to have been able to get a better look. We nattered on and I could tell from the way she spoke that she was touched and genuinely pleased with my little gift.

"Oh, these will certainly come in useful." she exclaimed, flicking through the top one.

The magazines were getting heavy as she still holding all four of them, so she bent forward to place the bundle on top of the low fence and as a consequence her top gapped again, this time providing me a perfect view deep inside. My eyes locked in, admiring the slight tanned colour of her skin and upper breasts, the frequency of freckles on her chest which diminished gradually the further into her cleavage I looked and the way her breasts filled the flesh coloured padded bra she wore. I wondered how far from the edge of her bra where her nipples and if her freckles continued to the underside of her luscious globes.

"The engaged ones, that's my pet term for my son and his fiancée," she said straightening, "are in the process of choosing dates and venues etc, so these will give them additional food for thought."

"Nothing like looking at things that provide food for thought." I added as she looked me straight in the eye. I got the impression she was trying to determine if my comment was just a comment or if there was more to it. She smiled warmly and pushed a strand of her hair back from her eye. My eye line dropped so I could pay attention to the outlined curve of her breasts through the taut material of her top. She had picked up one of the thick magazines and weighed it in her hands. I was desperately hoping she would bend over again and pick another up.

Noticing the way she held the magazine I commented, "As soon as they were decreed 'no longer required' I immediately thought of you."

"That was very kind of you." Michelle said, looking at me with the tops of her eyes without lifting her head as she looked at the cover.

"I'm glad they're going to a good home." We both laughed.

Michelle leaned forward again to swap selections and picked up the other thick glossy edition. Her top gapped wonderfully again and this time I noticed Michelle looked toward the ground as she did, which gave me the distinct impression that she was making sure it gapped for my hungry eyes. She shuffled the magazines a little, another seemingly deliberate move to prolong my viewing pleasure inside her top. The skin of her breasts curved into the valley created by the cupping of her bra. I marvelled at her glorious mounds, the way they slightly swayed, concaving a little at her chest then spilling quickly into the cups. I could only enjoy the sight and wondered if there was even an outside chance of an opportunity to delve into her deep cleavage, up close and personal.

"They certainly look great." She said just before standing. I was not sure if it was a double entendre but it certainly seemed that way.

"They certainly do." I agreed smiling with my eyes riveted to her chest. My mouth had gone dry at this point and my groin was getting restless as I replayed the recent vision in my mind.

"I had best be getting on." She said quickly picking the bundle from the fence top. In spite of the quickness of her movement I still got another short glimpse of her breasts. It was wonderful titillation, pardon the pun.

"Oh, before I forget again. I noticed that your brake lights on the passenger side are out. I have been meaning to mention it to you but ....." I blurted, realising she about to conclude our chat and my wanting to prolong it.

"Oh really! I had better get my husband to see to them on the weekend. He is away at the moment otherwise I would call him and tell him." Again her tone of speech told me that she was touched and genuinely pleased with my thoughtfulness.

"I can give them a look over if you like? I have to go to the service station myself," I lied, "and I can get the new bulbs while there and replace them for you. It's no trouble."

"Would you?" She smiled one of her beaming smiles, she was quite a 'looker' and that smile could make butter melt.

"I still have some bags to take in." she indicated by pointing to the heavy ones already on the front door step. I offered to help.

"No, I am fine. The heavy ones are over there, as you can see, and the rest is light stuff, but thanks again. I definitely need a long cold drink to clear the dust though. How about you come over in about 15 minutes?"

Reassuring her is was no problem to attend to the lights I, on impulse, made a bold suggestion.

"Given it is such muggy day, how about we share some white wine, after I finish? I have a bottle on the fridge that I would like to try."

I went to hop over the fence but Michelle stopped me by raising her hand. She stepped forward and flipped me the keys.

"If I knew you'd be so inexpensive I'd have hired you a lot earlier." she laughed. "You may as well start when you can and then we can have that drink. No need to bring your bottle, I think I have enough here, but thanks for the offer. You can let yourself in after you're done, I'll leave the front door open."

Getting the old globe out was not difficult. Getting a new one was. The servo just up the road had sold out as had the one up on the main road. I was on the city bound side of the main road by now and could not think of where to try next. Then I realised that I was not far from a Japanese spares outlet but it was on the other side of the road, which meant I had to drive around the world to get to it as there were no right hand turn areas for another 2 kilometres and then I had to get into some side streets as there was no parking available out front. All in all, by the time I got back and replaced the globes, an hour had gone by. I was feeling a bit annoyed about that as it was time alone with Michelle that was being eaten into.

I knocked lightly on the open front door to announce my entry not wanting to simply barrel on inside.

"I had nearly given up on you." she said turning around with a platter of cheeses and dips in hand. I apologised and explained what had happened, and offered to take the platter. Michelle, being the good host, quickly told me to forget it, thanked me for my offer, and told me to go and make myself comfy out on the newly renovated deck. I did as I was told, instantly marvelling at the change. The area was huge with a fixed roof and decorated as if it were an outdoor extension of the internal lounge room. I was impressed with the detail and the finish.

Michelle soon emerged with two glasses and a wine cooler in one hand and bowl of corn chips in the other. While I was away, she had showered and changed into a white lacy sleeveless top, which had a deep V neck line, and fitted snuggly to the swell of her breasts and the curves of her body. The white top was paired with navy three quarter Lycra pants which also snuggly embraced her womanly curves.

"A delightful dish." I thought to myself and smiling inwardly at the silly culinary pun.

To place the items she bore on the table Michelle lifted them over the back of the chair and then leaned forward to deposit them. From my seated position I was not afforded the same view deep within her top as before but I certainly got a decent view of the top swell of her breasts. I was thankful for small mercies.

"I hope you like Sav Blanc?" she asked moving the corn chips closer for me to reach. As she asked, Michelle gently pushed the chair she had to manoeuvre around aside with her hip. She then started to arrange the table to her satisfaction. To my satisfaction she had to reach further, and as such, had to bend further. Her top gapped even more and this time, not only could I see her chest and cleavage I could see the fullness of her now braless bosom. I could even see the dark pink rim of her aureoles and the nub of her nipples.

"I like them." I blurted without thinking. "Sav Blanc, I mean. From New Zealand is it?" My embarrassment rising, just like my penis.

"I thought you might." She smiled warmly, "Yes, the wine is from the Marlborough region."

Michelle was still busy setting the table as she leaned over deeply again.

"See if you like these?"

She was offering me a small bowl of black olives but we both knew my eyes were focused directly down her neckline. I marvelled at the gentle sway of her breasts, their slight concave shape as they came away from her chest and the sweet rounded fullness of shape they took on as the freckled flesh spread toward those cute looking nipples. I suddenly realised I was not just staring but ogling like a school boy. Backing my attention away for her lush upper body, reluctantly I have to add, I reached for an olive.

"Beautiful." I said as I placed it in my mouth and looked her straight in the eye.

Michelle beamed a smile at me and sat at the head of the table. I was seated just around the corner and when she pulled her chair in and relaxed I felt the soft sensation of her knee against mine. I suddenly wished I had thought of changing out of my daggy navy work around the house shorts and slightly shabby T-shirt. I trembled at her touch. Here I was sitting next to a beautiful woman, my neighbour for fifteen years, with whom I had only previously exchanged casual conversation over the fence. Now I was seated next to her having seen more of her, literally, in the last couple of hours than I could have ever dreamed about. I closed my eyes and quickly opened them again to make sure I was not dreaming. Nope, there she was and her knee was still resting against mine as well. We clinked glasses toasting the afternoon and she expressed her thanks to me yet again and her appreciation for all my kindness. I drank deeply, looking at her over the rim of my glass. Michelle was in her late 40s I guessed but I could not stop admiring all the curves that she possessed; with a start I realised that I was finding her more attractive with every minute that was passing, and it was not because of the wine.

We drank, ate, laughed and chatted about all sorts of things and nothing in particular. All the while her knee was pressed firmly against mine leaving me in a state of quandary not knowing whether to place a hand on her knee or not. It has always been a failing of mine not acting on impulse in these situations but I was simply scared to make any sudden advance lest I break the magic that was enveloping us at this time. I told myself to go for it, to follow her lead, but just as I was about to I got cold feet and stopped. My thoughts were racing and my penis had been like a fiddlers elbow all afternoon. I was feeling confused and getting anxious, I needed a bit think time. I just hoped she did not notice my erection.

"If you can excuse me for a moment, I need to use the bathroom."

"I take it you know where it is?" she asked.

"Yes." I answered and explained I had noticed it when I came in.

As I returned, I had resolved to follow her lead. To pounce as Sally Bowles recommended, in the movie Cabaret. While I was away, Michelle had opened a second bottle and refilled our glasses.

"Nice package." She commented as I sat down, her knee making contact with mine the moment I sat down. I blushed, I am sure, or at least it felt like it.

"Your six pack." She added leaning forward and patting my stomach. I was in such a state of anxiety that I was sweating and my T-shirt had stuck to my ribs exposing a bit of my stomach.

I covered her hand with mine and gently raised it to my lips and kissed the back of her hand. "Thank you for the compliment but I would still like to lose about 5 kilos." I placed her hand back on my knee and raised my T-shirt as I spoke. "See, still a bit wobbly." I laughed.

"What?" She was astonished to hear me make such a comment. "You? Lose 5 kilos? There would be nothing left of you." We laughed together. "Well, this would still be there?" Her hand had moved. It now rested squarely on my cock. "This is a nice package too."

I tried to swallow but my throat had gone dry. My cock twitched under her gentle fingers at which she smiled even more. My penis was throbbing as were my temples. In fact, my whole being seemed to have a pulse and it was pounding. The outside world disappeared; there was only Michelle and I. I looked at her intently and leaned forward to caress her breast.

"Not now Ray. Our children will be arriving home all too soon and as much as I would welcome your touch ......." Her comment remained unfinished as a slight look of sadness passed over her face and her hand released its hold on my cock.

"I am sorry Michelle. If you want me to go I will?"

The sadness had passed as quickly as it arrived and she beamed at me again. "Sorry for what?"

"I don't know." I said laughing. "It just seemed the right thing to say."


Community Involvement Ch. 02



We had not seen each other for a few weeks, which was nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, there had been times during the fifteen years we had been neighbours when it had been months. As you can imagine though, I was always on the lookout for any sight of her, particularly after what had occurred just after the start of the new school year. However, in my usual silly way, with each passing day, I was starting to question if she might be avoiding me, embarrassed and disturbed by what had taken place. The more I tried to tell myself to be positive of mind and that it was just a matter of time and all would be okay, the more my negative, insular side took over; and it was starting to win.

All I wanted was to see her and hear her voice, even if was a brief hello, like it used to be. I would have been happy just to know she was okay with where things were between us, so to speak. The memories were still fresh for me as I climbed the ladder to prune the Orange Jasmine trees out in the front yard. Those wonderful salacious memories which constantly threatened to distract me totally, ensured maximum concentration to achieve anything worthwhile. It was still warm and humid, even though the season was officially Autumn. The sweat was literally pouring from me (which is a tad unusual for me but an indicator as to how sultry it was) and causing my T-shirt to stick to me so much I had trouble reaching.

"A top up of the tan won't go astray," I thought to myself, tossing my discarded top onto the veranda. I took another large swig from my water bottle and moved the ladder down toward the 3 meter gap between the end of the Orange Jasmine hedges and the house line. This was also the gap where I could see, from ground level, straight into Michelle's carport, and where, those wonderful few weeks ago, I got the first amazing look deep inside her gapping top, which also proved the catalyst for a deepening of our neighbourly interaction. Well, a deepening which lasted an afternoon, and as I have said, not progressed in any way, shape or form since.

I climbed the ladder. Precariously poised near the top rung, to maximise my reach, started the pruning machine and commenced to trim the top, trying for all I was worth to get it flat and even. The loud noise of the pruner and the total concentration I had to give to the job, lest I topple over and land in an embarrassing heap, masked the sound of her car as it entered her drive and stopped in the car port. Due partly to my position and not until I had stopped pruning and climbed down, did I notice her car.

I was crestfallen, to tell you the truth. My dark forebodings all came crashing in at once. My heart felt heavy. A great sadness, or was it self-pity, welled up in the pit of my stomach.

"Fuck it," I thought. "What is the use of sulking? I need to finish the job at hand and then I can........" I did not know what I was going to do after I finished pruning, my thought processes were blank.

I repositioned the ladder by thrusting it down hard, a little harder than necessary, against the wall of the low fence. In part to ensure stability, in part out of sheer annoyance and frustration, and lose.

"After all that happened the other week! For sure she knew I was there and yet she just walked away." I growled inwardly then chastised myself for my ridiculous outburst.

I climbed the ladder and proceeded to finish the pruning. I checked along the row of hedge and all seemed good; nice and flat and tidy. Well, at least that went well. I climbed down, my shirt still off and sweat running in rivulets down my back. Once back on solid ground I surveyed my efforts from the side and then front-on to check for any unsightly defects. Satisfied with what I saw I trundled back over to the ladder, collapsed it together and hoisted it under my arm, with the pruner in my other hand, and started to head toward the back of the house to put everything away.

"Hi Ray."

Her voice floated to me like I was in a dream. It was not the usual bright, breezy sound of her voice I was used to. There was timidity to it, a nervous tremor. My body went cold and my arms began to visibly tremble as a nervous fear mixed with excitement swept over me.

I had not seen her as I had moved the ladder as she was standing in the far corner of her carport, deep in the shadow. I had no idea how long she had been there and I felt guilty at not having seen her and for the angry thoughts.

"Michelle!" I gasped, a huge lump swelling in my throat. "Hi. I.... I did not see you there, sorry."

"I obviously heard you and knew you were there when I drove in. But I could not get your attention over the noise." She looked down at the ground as she said this. I wondered if that was really the truth of it.

"Obviously." I replied, making a forced attempt to laugh as well and not show my confused feelings.

She moved forward as I spoke to her, coming around so we were now standing in the same position where our first physical interaction had sprung from. I placed the pruner and ladder on the veranda as a flash back of events swam into my mind and as quickly disappeared.

"Michelle it is great to see you. You look great; I hope the wedding plans are going great." I was babbling and inwardly I cringed.

"What a fucking idiot I must sound," I was saying in my head, "great, great, great."

She stepped closer, only an arm's length away. She smiled but it was not her usual bright beaming smile. I followed instinct and hopped over the fence. She started to meekly protest but as I neared her, Michelle's eyes rose and looked into mine. Her eyes looked sad and there were the first hints of tears welling in the corners.

"I was scared, Ray." She said looking straight at me. "Scared of what we did, what I did, scared I had lead you on, scared for myself that it would all get out of hand......" She sobbed and sniffed, and then apologised for the loud sniff which made me chuckle. "I don't know what I am saying, sorry." Her tears were flowing quite freely now, streaming down her cheeks and onto my chest, as I wrapped her in my arms to comfort her.

"I feel exactly the same as you, dear neighbour." I said softly into her hair as I cradled her in my arms. I suddenly remembered I did not have a shirt on and that I was sweaty as well. I started to pull away explaining why but she told me not to move, to hold her; it was making her feel better to be near me.

Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on your point of view, my member was getting restless, feeling her body against mine, and it began to swell. I felt like I was back in high school where any contact like this always produced a ragging hard-on. This sort of reaction was a rarity with my wife nowadays, but the fact that is was Michelle, the centre of my erotic fantasies for so long, as well as the (for want of a better phrase) sinfulness of what we had done and were doing now, up it came, sensing the nearness of this sexy woman.

We embraced for some time, each murmuring to the other about our feelings surrounding our current situation. All of a sudden, I heard the door close of a car. It came from one door down from my house, two doors down from Michelle's. This particular "neighbour" was not a very nice person, a right piece of work, and would definitely exploit any opportunity to cause mischief for either or both of us if he caught us as we were. Fortunately Michelle had not heard the noise, so I gently eased us back toward her garage door. We were now deeper in the shadows and shielded from general view by her car and the start of the wooden paling fence that ran toward the rear of both our properties.

I kissed her forehead and stroked her hair back away from her eyes. She smiled up into my face and kissed me lightly on the lips, and smiled again, this time it beamed brightly and despite the tears, which had subsided by now; her eyes seemed to have a renewed glow.

"Arrggghh," she exclaimed jokingly and attempting to pull away. "You're sweaty and dripping on me." I retained the wrap of my arms about her slender waist as I felt a drop of sweat run down my back and spread across her arm.

She had on a similarly styled sleeveless top as she worn during our last (first) encounter, it may have been the same one, for all I knew, as the colour was the same. She had paired it this time, though, with a hip hugging denim skirt that finished just above her knee. She looked smashing. As I had manoeuvred us out of direct line of sight from the street, and as we repositioned, my leg logged between hers. This was not intentional but it certainly came in handy right now.

"I bet your equally wet, my dear lady." I said in a hushed tone as I looked deeply into her eyes. "If not more so."

With a sweep downward of my right hand I quickly moved my hand up under the hem of her skirt. Michelle instinctively moved her knees together and brought her hand around to stop my progress. There was a hint of distress on her face at my sudden movement.

"You think so do you?" She said, her cheeks flushing with colour.

Her hand moved aside and the tension in her torso melted away as suddenly as it had arrived.

My hand moved under her skirt, gradually working higher along her soft thigh. I pressed my body against her and leaned her back a little so she was arched onto the bonnet of her car.

My fingers found the heat of her womanhood. I pressed the tips into the cleft through her underwear, and found her hardened clitoris. She bucked noticeably at my touch and fixed me with a searing look of passion. I moved my finger lower, pressing a little more firmly into the cleft as she responded by widening her thighs slightly.

"I was right." I whispered.

My fingertips received a rather moist reception as they pushed into her labia, the wetness oozing through the thin veneer of her knickers. I could not stand it, I had to have her and here seemed the right place and time. I kept my right hand pressed against her mound and moved my left to undo my fly to release my ragging member and hopefully fill her with it. Her arms were about my shoulders as I quickly tugged myself free. Just as I started to try and move her underwear aside she realised what I meant to do. She grabbed my cock.

"No Ray. Not here. Please?" She pleaded. "I want you too, but not here. Please for the sake of all we have........."

I heard her plea despite the high octane urges I had to ravage her body. My breath was laboured and my chest heaved with the intensity of the desire to fuck her. She held my cock in her gentle fingers and softly stroked its length.

"If feels and looks bigger this time." She said, laughing lightly. "It also feels thicker. Must have been the shorts you had on last time masking the real you. I meant it when I said I want you just as much as you want me, as I'm sure you know full well from your exploration up my skirt."

I smiled like a child being caught with their hand in the biscuit tin.

"You know, you are 100% correct." I said in a confident tone. "But I know what to do."

I brushed her lips with mine as I reluctantly removed my hand from under her skirt. Even more reluctantly I removed my pulsing member from her grasp and zipped my shorts up. As luck would have it, Michelle was neither large of body nor long. To put this into perspective, she has a slight build, standings about 5'2" tall and would weigh about sixty five kilos, so it was no trouble at all for me to whisk her off her feet and up into my arms.

She laughed gaily and rested her head against my shoulder. Now, I am no giant either. I stand only 5' 8" tall and weigh 72 kilos but I do have good muscle bulk, although I do not work out at gyms or anything. It is all as a result of natural toning and, as I said, Michelle was not hard to lift.

"Phew!" she exclaimed, taking another whiff of my skin. "You smell!" She wrinkled up her cute little nose.

"So would you if you were doing that." I nodded my head in the direction of the hedge. "However, I know what to do. Something that will make us both feel, um....... Better."

"Oh?" She clung tightly to me as I made my way across the short brick path and onto her veranda. The fly-screen security door was closed but the actual front door was open. I managed to open the outer door and hook my heel behind it and closed behind us. I then got us balanced so that I could get my right heel behind the heavy main door and swing it closed as well.

"Bravo, my sweaty neighbour." She congratulated.

I kissed her again and moved along the shadowy hall. Michelle nuzzled into me but still complained (in jest) that I was stinky. I pushed the bathroom door open with my foot and entered, and like I had done with the front door, hooked my left heel this time around the door and closed it.

'If you think I smell so bad, how about you help me to freshen up?" I asked, gently letting her to the floor.

"Me shower with you?" Michelle said in mock shyness. She turned into me pulling me hard against her body. "What a great idea."

I watched her as she seemed to glide her way over to turn on the shower. Leaving her hand dangling in the flow she asked what temperature I would like the water.

"Very hot I would think," she said in a thoughtful way, "to get all that sweat off you."

"Lukewarm will be fine." I suggested. "With you in there too, it will be hot enough soon enough."

"Is that so?"

Satisfied the water temperature was right Michelle made her way back to me, with her hands behind her back. Her pert breasts strained against her top. My cock strained against my shorts.

"What if I decide I do not want a shower?"

I moved to pick her up again but she wiggled clear of my grasp. I jumped forward and barely reached her waist but managed to pull her closer. Her hip made contact with the front of my shorts and she gasped and pulled back in surprise. Regaining her composure, she moved in close again, grinding her stomach against my hardness, and wrapping her arms about my neck.

"You certainly know how to convince a girl." I lent to kiss her but she danced away.

"Well, get in there." She put on her commanding mothers voice and pointed to the shower.

"Okay. Okay." I said hopping about as my foot got caught in the leg of my sticky shorts. I turned my back to her and removed underwear and quickly made my way into the rather spacious shower. In fact the whole room was spacious and the decor was modern without being over the top. The colouring was predominantly white paint and light grey tiles, not exactly my taste, but effective. The water was warm and welcoming as it poured over my head and ran down my sweaty body.

Working the shampoo into my hair I lathered it vigorously, massaging the scalp to remove the grit and grime from my pruning activities as the soothing water cascaded over me. I washed my face in some of the descending foam leaving my whole head with a refreshed sense of cleanliness. As I ran my hands over my chest I suddenly felt her presence behind me. My mind sprang to the scene from Skyfall, when on the motor-yacht; Bond entered the shower and embraced the girl from behind. I smiled to myself enjoying the thought of the roles being reversed.

Her arms folded around me while her hands gently caressed me as if I had breasts making my nipples stiffen in response to her touch. Not for the first time that day, my penis sprang back into life. Michelle pressed her body into me, her beautiful globes squashing into the small of my back. They were firm yet soft, all at the same time and I could feel the hard nubs on my skin as her hands caressed my chest and glided down across the flat of my stomach. I caught my breath as her finger made contact with my pubic hair. I could feel her mouth broaden into a satisfied grin as she withdrew them quickly, teasingly, while kissing my shoulder. I reached behind us and pulled our bodies more firmly together, the heat of her lower body spreading over my buttocks like warm quilt cover in winter.

"Are you all clean yet?" She asked, her mouth lightly pressed to my shoulder.

"There are a few bits I haven't got to."

"Is that so?" Her fingers trailed over my stomach again.

"I bet you left this bit for me..........."

Question or statement of fact, I did not care, all I wanted was for her to move her hand lower. I groaned low and long as her hands found my jutting member. I gasped at the wonderful feeling, as Michelle nuzzled softly into my neck while she stroked my thickness and cupped my balls.

"Not quite as long as my husbands, but my word, it is thick."

"I'm glad you approve." I said huskily.

As she had done during our first encounter, she worked intensely on that most sensitive of spots on the underside of the shaft just below the bulbous head. My body jerked with desire each time she pressed in on me there and I sucked in my breath with each contact she made.

"Someone likes their shower?" She cooed, her hand now pumping me with a firm hard motion.

I could not answer. The feeling of her masturbating me, again, was sending me quickly to the point of no return. My whole body quivered with the sheer lustful delight she was delivering to my cock. However, I knew I had to stop her because, although I desperately wanted to come, I did not want it to be like this. I wanted to fuck this beautiful woman, to feel her heavenly body, not just pressed into or against me, but wrapped around my cock.

With an effort of will, I broke our embrace and as the water of the shower fell on us like summer rain, I kissed her fully on the mouth. She immediately responded, our passion pulling us together, tongues probing, our bodies melting as one, in a heated exchange of mutual desire. My throbbing penis pressed hard into her lower tummy as our arms wrapped tightly around each other's backs trying to pull our two bodies into one. My need to enter her was getting urgent so I reluctantly by-passed giving her inviting breasts any attention and moved my hand down, gliding across the softness of her lower tummy, through the light tuffs of pubic hair at the top on her mound and straight between her heated thighs.

Michelle was pressed against the wall, her back arched and her arms urging me closer to her. With our foreheads locked together, I looked directly into her melting eyes as I grabbed hold of my male probe and stroked it firmly along the heated cleft of her vagina. She groaned loudly as the bulbous head parted her labia and struck her swollen clitoris. I masturbated my cock head against her clit making her grunt even louder. I repeated the firm strokes over and over, parting her outer lips with the purple head of my manhood and then mashing her clit with it. Her whole body was responding to my every movement, with every contact my hardened penis made with her soaking cleft.

"Oh...... fuck." She groaned as her hips involuntarily humped forward seeking my invader.

"Please, Ray....... need you............ in me." Her breath was ragged and I could barely hold from blowing my lot as well.

I could feel her legs shaking and, fearing she might slip, I hoisted her legs up to wrap around me and pinned her body to the wall as my length arched up inside her. With one deft thrust I entered her womanly depths, feeling an excitement that only comes from having achieved something that I had only thought possible in a dream. My cock slipped in fully and pressed her backside against the wall as I proceeded to grind myself into her flesh. Her hips were trembling, her moans echoing around the walls as I looked down between our joined bodies and watched, mesmerised, as my cock disappeared deep inside her. It was out of sheer bloody mindedness that I did not come almost instantly as my cock entered her with one long, slow, hard stroke after the other. But now I could feel her touch, in every sense, and it felt so magical, the whole union was so passionate that all I felt between us was an intimacy that can only be shared by two people that truly desire to give pleasure to the person they are with. Each inward thrust was greeted with a guttural grunt from deep inside her throat. Michelle's head was rolling from side to side against the wall and her torso trembling with the building of her climax.




Community Involvement Ch. 02



The immense feeling between us heightened our orgasms tremendously, as we both shook in each other's arms. My cock swelled as my orgasm rushed upon me like a train, Michelle's own orgasm raking its way through her body as well. Her channel contracted, gripping and pulling me deeper inside as I poured my sperm into her pulsing body. Each pulse of my cock sending my seed deep into her pussy was greeted with a groan of orgasmic lust coming from deep inside her throbbing body.

I could feel my skin tingling after I had come and I could see goose-pimples appearing on her skin where the water was making contact. We were both breathless and unable to speak and barely able stand. I did not want to let go, but I had to, I was spent. Slowly I set her back on her still shaky legs. I had never felt so clean, my skin felt like it was glowing after reaching one of the most thrilling and passionate orgasms in my life. 

To prevent her from totally falling to the floor, I had placed my right thigh between hers, for support (I might add). Michelle's head was hanging slightly, her being still pulsing from the intensity of her climax. Her hands and arms were supported by mine and as she sank downward a little until her dripping pussy squashed onto my thigh. She immediately groaned and spasmed, jerking her body and pussy up, away from my thigh, the sensitivity still being too much.

Again, she started to sink and again she lifted her body away from my leg. After another attempt, she was able to settle herself; her come soaked nether regions resting upon my leg. I moved to kiss her gently as she looked up at me and then she scanned her eyes down along my body.

"I knew I was right a few weeks ago." She said looking me over and dripping my own come from her pussy onto my leg. "You do have a nice package."

Playfully she pattered my limp dick.

"You had better be careful," I warned, "It might come back to life."

"I think I know just how to deflate it if it does." We both laughed as she pointed to that special region of her body.

The water was still warm and soothing as it flowed over us. Michelle recommended she give my hair a decent going over with her conditioner. She massaged the thick liquid into my scalp, surprising me with the strength of her fingers as she massaged my head and temples. I was sad when she finished and gently directed my head under the flow of water but the feeling was wonderful. I emerged from the flow and gently kissed her mouth as a way of saying thank you, if nothing else. She responded with warm passion and a probing tongue, snaking her arms up and encircling my neck. I dropped a hand to her sex and with the glancing touch of my finger across her pubic mound her legs moved apart giving me greater access, again. Pressing my fingers either side of her mound, I pushed them downward using my index finger to once again part her puffy lips. Our kiss became more intense as I finger fucked her liquid hole and teased her slippery clitoris.

"Do you know how damned sexy you are?" I asked mashing her clit.

She shook her head slowly as I slid my finger deep into her liquid womanhood and swirled it around mixing the combined flow of our juices. She moaned as my finger kissed her clit on its way back into the hot wetness her juicy pussy. I withdrew my finger from her pussy and rubbed the wet fingertip along Michelle's mouth. She parted her lips and sucked on my finger. I began to fuck her mouth with it and greedily, she began to suck on it, twisting and twirling her tongue around it. She groaned as I took my finger from her mouth and placed back into her vagina. She humped her hips forward as I pushed deeper and then withdrew them and raised them onto her lips where she licked and sucked them again. Her eyes were on fire with a lustful desire.

"What do you want of me Ray?"

"Well, I have had one long held desire fulfilled today." I answered, in between kissing her. "But I think there is something more I could do for you!"

"But........." I did not want to give her the opportunity to raise any objections. I dropped to my knees, water streaming over my face, which made any chance of a detailed examination of her womanhood difficult, so I just dove in. Clutching Michelle's thigh gently with my left hand to hold her steady, I used my right index and middle fingers to spread her engorged folds open as I swirled her tongue up and down and all around Michelle's inviting private parts. I lashed her pussy, flat and hard with my tongue, starting from her winking anus and sliding, as slowly as I could manage, up onto her clitoris. Her thighs parted wider, welcoming me as I started to explore her inner wetness.

"Argghhhhh........," she moaned opening up even more as I snaked my tongue into her folds.

The constant drilling sensations of my tongue inside her vagina caused Michelle to slam the back of her head forcefully against the wall of the shower behind her. Her knees were becoming jellied, so she had to fight to keep her body from sliding down the slick tiles as my mouth devoured and pinned her crotch firmly against the wall. She was flooding me with the essence of our coupling, a tangy mix of male and female come.

"OOHH...God...YYEESSS," Michelle hissed over the raining sound of the shower, her hands now entwined in my hair and pulling.

With each inward thrust of my fingers, Michelle's hips involuntarily rose to accept them, and with each withdrawal her come filled pussy oozed the pungent mixture of her womanly secretions and the thick load of male sperm I had deposited minutes before. The taste was sweet yet tangy, all at the same time, but the heady flavour only served to spur me on, as I dug my face into Michelle's crotch. I was a man on a secret mission; to give her an orgasm she would remember for a long time.

Her whole body trembled as I repeatedly stabbed my tongue tip onto her sensitive clitoris and then gouged it down deep into her sexy cleft. Michelle's breathing became more pronounced. It gradually grew harder and heavier. I drove two fingers, palm upward, deep into her body, and curled them around when I felt her pubic bone. I knew instantly when I had found that slightly more fleshy spot, Michelle's G-Spot, and started a remorseless attack on it as well as her clit. She was moaning in ecstasy. The louder she moaned, the faster I flicked my tongue on the top of her clit, and the more firmly I pounded into her with my two fingers, up and over, directly onto her inner most sensitive place.

Her incoherent moans gave way to a string of expletives, coupled with violent convulsions along her thighs and thrusts from her hips. Her stomach heaved in concert with her ragged breathing and with each wave of the building climax that coursed through her quaking body. All the while the volume of her verbal reactions increased immensely. My fingers were pushed up inside her pussy, hitting her g-spot time and time again, my thumb crushing across the hard hood of her clit; she was having difficulty maintaining any self-control.

Suddenly her eyes flashed wide as she reached the brink of yet another climax, but one unlike any other. Her whole torso was quaking and heaving, like she was about to physically explode. Her grip on my hair increased severely, the room filed with the sound her approaching climax together with the sound of her primal screams and, as her arse lifted forward, she grabbed the back of my head and started to fuck my face with my pussy.

"Ohhhhhhh, fuck... Ray!" she screamed, her whole being cavorting.

I push my fingers deep one last time and curled them. That did it, she exploded. Michelle bucked wildly, pulling my hand away from her body, as she gushed in her first ever female ejaculation, producing a hot wet splash on my face, which was quickly followed by a second torrent, and finally a third. My face, her thighs and her pussy, were covered with her delicious nectar. Michelle screamed in ecstasy as she spasmed violently, still holding my head. Her whole body jumped with pleasure for what seemed like ages, the whole sequence of events were reduced to slow motion. I tried to lap up and catch every drop of her squirted juice in my mouth which all too quickly was washed away by the shower, but the memory of her ejaculation was firmly imprinted into my mind, as well the memory of that most amazing taste, never to be erased.

Michelle was spent. She was so sensitive, she had no choice but to push my face and head away and to slide, with what remained of her self-control, to the floor of the shower. I helped her down, gently moving her still trembling limbs, until she was comfortably sitting on the floor, her head leaning back against the tiles with her eyes closed. I looked at her magnificent full breasts, the nipples still full and hard, as her chest rose and fell in time with her heavy breathing which was ever so slowly coming back to normal pace. I sat beside her and pulled her to me. Her head found my shoulder and nuzzled in, as the warmth of the shower continued to caress our glowing bodies.

The sound of the front door opening broke the blissful after-glow of our erotic shower. I held my breath, listening to the sound of footsteps, while Michelle desperately moved to quickly retrieve a towel. She motioned for to use it and dress.

We both listened, holding ourselves still and quiet, as the footsteps ascended the stairs which was followed by the sound of a door closing.

"Quick," she hissed, "you can get out now and I'll cover your exit."

We opened the bathroom door and padded to the front door. I kissed her cheek as I left, relieved at avoiding any awkward discoveries but still anxious about her reaction to what had happened in the shower. I got the distinct impression she was quite unsure what to make of it, not to mention the near miss of being discovered together.



Community Involvement Ch. 03



Autumn was already upon us and daylight saving was due to end, and Easter was only weeks away. The year was passing way to quickly, but the unexpected delights of starting a sexual dalliance with the woman next door was certainly a highlight, to say the least. However, it had been quite a few weeks since our last meeting, which, like I said previously, was not all that unusual given our respective busy lives, but the impending school holidays would make the ache t be with her again, even more pronounced.

It was a gloomy Friday in Sydney and I was finalising the invoicing of clients for the past week, when out of blue, the door bell rang. I was slightly annoyed, thinking it was probably a hawker of some description. To my extreme delight, it was Michelle and she seemed a bit anxious.

"Hi, Ray." She said, standing at my door looking radiant in a knee length white skirt and snug fitting pink blouse. "I hope I haven't caught you at a bad time, but I need to speak to you."

"Not at all," I said opening the fly-screen security door and motioning for her to enter. I kissed her on the cheek as she passed, but she seemed keen to get inside. 

"I am certainly pleased to see you. I hope the subject matter is not as bad as the look on your face seems to indicate."

"Oh, no." She said, looking meekly at the floor then back up at me. "Yes..... It's just....., well, remember the last time we........" She trailed off.

"How could I forget!" I said excitedly, feeling rather proud of the orgasms I had given her.

"Yes, I cannot get the shower out of my mind either. But what did you do to me? I......... I mean," she was searching for the right words. "I have never had anything like that happen to me before. I have even tried since to produce that effect on my own and can't even get close. I have never even had that happen with my husband, even though I come regularly when making love."

"What do you mean?" I asked, placing my hands on her shoulders.

'You know? I was urinating," I could see Michelle was trying to pick her words, trying to navigate her way orally through what was obviously a difficult subject, "Peeing, for want of a better way to say it. You know, the fluid that came out of me when you made me climax in the shower. I was peeing and climaxing at the same time, wasn't I? It has been worrying me......." She trailed off, her eyes cast downward.

"Michelle," I said, lifting her chin with my right hand, "It's okay. Really, it's a natural thing to have happen, though not every woman......"

"No, its not!" she replied sternly, interrupting.

"It is a natural thing to have happen when your G-spot is stimulated and you climax." I took her hands in mine and kissed them, trying to make her relax. 

"It is much like a guy when he climaxes, although obviously without the sperm." I laughed nervously to cover my own feeling awkwardness explaining such a topic while standing in my hallway with my next door neighbour, despite the fact that we had recently embarked on an erotic sexual adventure together.

"You seem to know a lot about it?" she said in a questioning and surprised way.

"How about I make us a warm cup of tea, and I can show you what it's all about?" Seeing her sudden look of astonishment, I added, "On the internet, I mean." 

"Tea would be wonderful, thank you. But how can you show me? I mean, I am not really interested in porn." She smiled, putting a caring hand on my arm.

"Nothing like that. Well, not straight away." My sly smile was greeted with a playful slap.

I took her by the hand and offered her the front position to go up stairs toward my office. As we ascended I watched the sway of her hips through her white skirt and could not resist temptation. I cheekily ran my hand up her inner thigh under her skirt. Instinctively she pulled away and pushed her hand behind to stop my progress.

"Oh no you don't, you naughty man. That is off limits today, sorry. Not a good time, if you know what I mean."

I told her I did not care but she was adamant. I was not convinced but thought better of arguing the point. We continued upward.

She sat on the red leather office chair I had recently purchased from Office-works while I typed and googled sites relating to female ejaculation. 

"Nice chair. " she said putting her hands on the arms and swirling around like a child at play.

"There! That should keep you occupied for a bit while I go and make the tea. Would you like something to eat with it?" 

"Hmmm," she had begun reading and had not fully heard my question. 

"What. Oh, no. I am fine thank you." She turned her attention back to the screen and the web site which had opened. I stood at the door watching her. I could not believe my luck to have had sex with this gorgeous person. I smiled, deep in thought, as she scrolled down the page to a drawn, labelled graphic of a vagina which was followed by an actual close up picture of a woman's parts. I could tell see was engrossed, so I left her to it.

Arriving back upstairs, my hands full with cups and a small plate of cup cakes, I thought my eyes and ears were deceiving me. Michele was frantically trying to mute the sound but only achieved in increasing the volume. I laughed and hastened to her side and quickly hit the mute button.

"Not used to Macs I see." I laughed.

"No." She replied, just as quickly hitting the back button, which only served to take her back to the start of the video that had been playing as I entered.

"I followed a link and got this." She gestured to the screen, her cheeks flushed bright red with embarrassment. 

The screen was full of a naked woman with huge breasts, lying naked on a bed with a vibrator stuff deep inside her. From what I had seen, she had masturbated herself to a huge gushing orgasm. She had not only convulsed wildly on the bed as she came, but the jet of fluid squirted high, wide and handsome right onto the lens of the camera. I accidentally on purpose hit the space bar which made the video start again as I placed the cup in front of my transfixed guest.

Thankfully the video only went for a one and a half minutes, but the edition was enough to get my rod standing in my jeans.

"Oh my god." Michelle expressed her dismay at the replayed scene. "Did I do something like that?"

"Yep." I said candidly, "You squirted just like that. Maybe not as much nor as far, but like that."

"Look at the way she is breathing." Michelle was a bit breathless herself, possibly from the visual stimulation as well reliving the time of her own first squirting orgasm.

I gently cupped her breast as the horny display finished. Her hand met mine, covering it, as I gently felt the swell of her mammary. She turned and smiled at me.

"Thank you for showing me all this. It really makes more sense now." We kissed tenderly.

"I hope I did not scare you or anything." She asked pulling away to look me directly in me eye.

"No, not at all." I reassured her. "My wife does it all the time. It can get very wet on occasions." I laughed.

Michelle, who had just taken a sip of her tea, nearly sprayed the computer with the mouthful, and after finally swallowing, laughed heartily as well. 

"Oh my God," I thought to myself, "I love her laugh."

"Really?" she exclaimed, recovering from her spluttering coughs.

"But I covered your face....."

"That was the amazing part." I interrupted. "I loved the taste too."

"Oh, you're just saying that."

"No. I am serious, really." She could tell I was being honest. "Apparently the flavour can vary depending on what you have eaten. There are a few more variables but I cannot remember what they are right now."

"Are you some kind of expert?" She asked.

"Well, no. But it is something I do find exciting and interesting. I must confess, I did get the impression you were worried about it, so I did extra research so I could put your mind to rest if the need arose."

I continued to massage her breast under my palm again as I moved around behind her and the chair. I pressed the back button twice and got back to the squirting video main menu and selected another one, this being a compilation of squirting orgasms. I remained behind her as the first 3 or 4 women came and went (pardon the pun) and I could tell Michelle was getting excited, she was rubbing her thighs together and the nub of her nipple was pressing hard into my hand. Suddenly, Michelle stopped the video and swivelled around in the chair, her face at the same level as my crotch.

"Thank you for showing all that information. It has definitely made me feel much better about, well....... Myself, to be honest."

Her hands worked up and across the front of my jeans.

"I see it has worked for you too."

She was moving her hands against the insides of my thighs, and then across the swell of my erection.

"I told you I repay my debts, and since what you have shown me has increased my indebtedness, I had better see about reducing the size...." at this point she massaged the length of my cock and smiled, looking up into my eyes, "of my debt burden I mean."

Then her hand deftly unzipped the fly, popped the button at the waist and slipped into my jeans cupping my meaty pole. I groaned aloud at her touch and moved my groin forward in an involuntary thrust. "At least you don't have to worry about being too loud here." She laughed, squeezing my penis.

Quickly she pushed both my jeans and underwear down to knee level. Her hands snaked up along my bare thighs and started fondling my heavy balls. I tried to get closer, eager to get her mouth onto my cock. Michelle put her hand on my hip to stop me moving.

"Right where you are is fine, Ray. I can touch everything I need to touch." Her warm breath flowed over me making me shiver with anticipation. 

"Feel that?" I nodded, and closed my eyes, enjoying the gentle touch of her soft fingers on my shaft. Suddenly there was a hot, wet touch on the tip of my rigid member. Was that her tongue? I looked down to take in the sight before me. "I'm going to lick you, I am going to suck your beautiful cock. I hope you don't have an objections?" 

"What sort of question is that?" I stammered and croaked. My throat was dry at the mere thought of the prospect. 

Michelle began to lap at the head. A bead of pre-cum had appeared in a single drop from the tiny slit at the head of my penis. Michelle's tongue soon found it, stabbing the tip into the pearly drop and then smearing it around the sensitive cock head. "Mmm, you taste salty but creamy. I like the taste of you," she purred. Michelle locked her eyes onto mine as her mouth moved around the slit, around the head of my cock, smiling at the little tremors running through my body as she teased me and making soft suckling motions, pulling the head in and out of her lips. She moaned, and I could feel the vibrations of her mouth around the shaft as she pushed her lips further down my thickness. 

Her lips tightly wrapped as she moved up and down on the thick shaft jutting from my body. I could feel her every movement. I wanted to reach down and get a grip of her head, and begin to buck my hips and fuck her sweet, tender mouth. However, as I made a move to do so, she knocked my hands aside.

"No need, I am in control here. You just enjoy and fill me with your hot man juice as soon as you are ready." 

Michelle continued to suck my cock, even as I objected loudly. "Perhaps I need to hurry up, yes?" Michelle enquired.

I had no answer. I just shrugged and pushed my hips forward with a hand at the base of my cock. Michelle pushed this aside as well.

"I do not need your assistance. I think I know how to fellate your cock, thank you very much." Her mock annoyance was betrayed by the big grin on her face.

Her mouth was on my cock again, accompanied by her hand, as she moved to the head. Her teeth grazed a slippery path around the rib of the purple knob, gently clenching every now and then making me jump with ecstasy. Michelle's mouth was tight. A hot, wet vacuum around his thick slippery penis. 

Not knowing what to do with my hands, I tangled my fingers in my hair. She groaned as I pushed my hips forward, responding with a slurp of her mouth, regathering the excess saliva dripping from her opened lips. 

I took that as a good sign. Excited even more now, I began to piston my hips, trying to control her movements over my dick.

"Hmmmmm," she scowled. "I am capable of setting my own pace." She said pulling away briefly and then, satisfied that I was going to behave, swallowed me whole and deep. "Yessssssss," I groaned quietly, dropping my face to visually absorb what was physically taking place. 

"Just like that. Fuck yes, oh, my god, that feels so good." 

Her cock sucking skill was fucking unbelievable. A long slow downward motion, a languid flattening of her tongue along the shaft at the bottom of the stroke, followed by a long slow slurp-filled withdrawal. She was enjoying it every bit as much I was. I watched, mesmerised and feeling dizzy. She raised her finger at the stop of her stroke to scoop up a larger dollop of saliva. With a deft hand, she prised her hand between my legs, seeking my anus.

"Just relax." She said relinquishing the grip of her mouth on my cock. "I have a little surprise for you. Can you spread your legs a little?"

I said I couldn't because of my jeans. She quickly removed one leg so I could accommodate her request.

"Now, be a good boy and spread them!" she commanded, knocking my knee with her free hand. 

I did ask I was told.

I had left a small jar of moisturiser near the computer earlier that morning. 

"OH! What is this?" She asked reaching for the jar.

"It's some Aesop's moisturiser for men. I use it every now and then."

"So, that's your secret behind the youthful looking you?" She laughed.

Michelle unscrewed the lid and scooped a larger dollop onto her finger and went in search of my anus. It felt cool at the first touch as she spread the cream around the tight hold. Satisfied my rear opening was lubricated enough she pushed the tip of her finger into me. I grunted and she smiled wickedly, wiggling the tip.

"Just relax." She purred. "I plan on giving you an orgasm the likes of which you have never had."

There was a sense of self gratification mixed with her comment. I concentrated as best I could and must have succeeded, as her finger plunged knuckle deep in my arse. 

"Ohhhh, fuck." I groaned pitching my hips forward slightly.

Michelle fucked her finger hard into me a number of times, her knuckles hitting just behind my balls. It felt so good but I still wanted her to attend to my cock. I reached for her head and gently guided her closer. There was no resistance and as I guided her head, at the same instant, she withdrew her index finger until the tip was just wedged into my sphincter. 

Her tongue snaked out and the tip speared into the blind eye of my cock head at the same time as she speared two fingers deep into my arse. My fingers clasped her hair trying to impale her beautiful mouth. But she withdrew sufficiently to just keep her tongue tip on my bulbous head. I felt so full in my rectum, the width of the fingers putting amazing pressure on the prostate area, while the opening flexed in spasms around the invaders.

My neighbours mouth started moving up and down incredibly fast now, sucking the throbbing shaft, pushing it deeply into the back of her throat, her nose burying into the tuft of pubic hair above my crotch. Her fingers remained deeply inserted in my arse and constantly pressuring the glands and increasing my need to come. The swollen cock head was so hard that I could feel it punch against the back of her throat. She showed no sign of discomfort. On the contrary. She pushed harder and harder downward onto to me, pushing every available centimetre of man meat into her hot mouth. At the furtherest point of penetration, she would wiggle her face to ensure she had it all, and wiggle her fingers in my arse in perfect synchronisation, and then slowly, keeping a vacuum grip along the shaft, lift off and attack the ever swelling purple knob.

My legs were quickly moving toward jellied state. Her deep throating attack making every nerve ending tingle in expectation of the release, which was being increased beyond description with her anal finger fucking she was administering. I grunted and groaned with her every touch, telling her repeatedly of my need to spatter my come juices deep. I did not care where, I just needed to come and her expert double ended attack technique was surely going to take me there quickly.

"I'm going to cum, Michelle." I hissed, clutching her shoulders for support. 

"Ooh............. I'm..... cum,....." My words were as lost as my being was. My world centred on, in and around my cock and my clutching anus. My whole focus was drawn into my crotch and was rising along the shaft, yearning to explode, hopefully deep inside her sexy mouth.

"Oh, Michelle........... Yes, I love that, please..........," I tried to keep my eyes open but the intensity was overwhelming, so I closed them again only to open them as she wiggled either her mouth or her fingers (or both). "I ...... love you.................swallow it............"

Thrusting my cock hard into her mouth, Michelle did. I went rigid, feeling so close but somehow not wanting to let go. I held my breath as she speared her face fully with my cock and crushed her fingers hard onto my swollen prostate. The rush of her mouth, her tongue and throat pushed me beyond the limit and I let fly. She suckled and swallowed the great gobs of cum I shot into her mouth. I could feel her throat muscles working. Her hand on my tightened balls, her lips on my shaft, her fingers filling my arse, all combined to explosive effect, as she drank me seed, squeezing every last drop into her tight mouth.

Even after I had cum deep down her throat, Michelle stayed with her lips sealed around my cock. I could feel her tongue working over the softening member, cleaning me thoroughly. 

Michelle let my flaccid penis drop from her mouth, her lip stick rather smudged, but a huge smile on her face. She leant back in the chair with an air of a job well done. She then surveyed her fingers and grimaced. 

"Ohhh yuck. I had better clean up quickly," waving her fingers at me. "You're sticky again. Next time I'll have to use an enema before doing that."

Michelle ducked up the hall to clean her wonderful hands while I pulled my underwear back into place and tugged and pulled my jeans back up my legs and zipped them back up.

When she finished she came and stood right in front of me so I wrapped my arms wrapped around her waist. We looked deeply into each others eyes as slowly our lips found each other and we kissed. It was a kiss full of tenderness, full of a growing and deepening of feeling between us.

"Did you mean what you said a few minutes ago?" she questioned, breaking our embrace.

"Absolutely."

"I love being with you too."

"Not quite the same thing." I replied, a little deflated.

"I am just wanting to be careful not to get too carried away." She said, gently stroking my hair. "I really enjoy what we have found together, but I think we both want to keep intact the marriages we have as well. Don't you agree?"

"Yes." I said, knowing full well she was right. "But that does not mean I retract what I said despite your mouth devouring me the way it was."

"I could use a cup of coffee." She asked in her shy little girl way. It was a side of her that was extremely beguiling. "That rather large deposit of yours was very good, but there was so much I had a hard time swallowing it all and, I hate to admit it, I do have a bit of dry throat now."

I smiled and kissed her lips softly.

"Coffee.... if that is what you want, that is what you shall have. White one sugar?"




Community Involvement Ch. 04



The first month of autumn in Sydney was feeling more like summer. Although the nights wore the tell-tale signs of the approaching winter, with a real chill in the air, but by day it was glorious. To make my day even better, I had received a text message from my sexy neighbour asking if I could meet her for brunch.

"Certainly." I typed as my reply, despite driving in the West bound morning peak, returning home from my usual drop-off run of various family members. "Give me the time and place and I'll be there."

My whole mood changed and I felt elated at this news. Any time spent with Michelle nowadays was special. Some more special than others, as I am sure you are understand. Coupled with this special meeting was the knowledge that school holidays were due to start at the end of the following week, which also encompassed the Easter break, so I knew our time together would be limited in coming weeks.

"Woolwich Pier Hotel, Hunters Hill @ 11?" Her texted reply came in just as I had to stop for some traffic lights. Quickly I replied my acceptance and thumbs up.

The air was very still as I parked the car, not even a hint of a breeze, despite being so close to the river, which made the feel of the sun on my back even more soothing. When I got out of the car I took a moment to straighten the sky blue fitted shirt I was wearing and tidy my hair which had being tussled from the open car window. I wanted to look at least half presentable for my sexy partner. I felt like I was walking on air, as I bounded up the stairs, as Michelle had directed, and found her seated around the corner from the stairway, discreetly tucked into a corner of the balcony dining area. She looked gorgeous with the late morning sun still catching that part of the balcony and streaming upon her. The sight of her was made even more stunning as the sun light reflected off the glass behind her, giving an amazing back light, which caught in her hair and made it radiate with a soft golden glow. 

I stopped in my tracks, gobsmacked by her beauty. My photographer's instinct took over and I reached for my phone. I had to capture this image of her loveliness.

"No photos please." She pleaded, coupled with her beguiling smile. 

"Oh, all right." She said, giving in to my little-boy hurt look. "One photo..... and just one." 

Photograph taken and checked for quality assurance, I continued toward her. I discreetly looked her up and down, admiring every centimetre of her sumptuous female form and enjoying the look she returned. I could tell as I approached, that Michelle had visited the hairdresser, hence the 11am timing I assumed. She wore a figure hugging apricot boat necked T-shirt top with long sleeves, which she had pulled up along her forearms. This was teemed with a pair of hip hugging denim jeans and cork wedged shoes. I could not take my eyes off her as I walked closer. She sipped her glass of water languidly and then looked back in my direction. I kissed her fully on her ruby red lips. Her tongue met mine as we greeted each other with a warm and loving embrace.

"Wow! You look fabulous." I said still admiring her curves as I sat. "Did you get your hair straightened?"

"Not chemically straightened, just blow dried. I did have some blonde highlights put in though. A girl has to hide the greys from time to time." She laughed acting coy. "I have not order anything drink-wise, I wanted to wait until you arrived before deciding."

"I think I know what to order and thank you for thinking of me." I smiled and looked her over yet again. "You looked great before, but the hair and the styling," I paused trying to pick the right words. "Absolutely amazing look..... In a word; gorgeous."

"Well, thank you kind sir." She said, genuinely blushing.

"I feel like Gok Wan." We both laughed at this.

A bar attendant came past and I ordered a bottle of Prosecco and some nibbles to go with it. As he departed, Michelle's hand found mine and gently gave it a squeeze.

"Good choice." Michelle affirmation delighted me as I had not consulted her.

"So, what brings you here?" I asked casually, not really knowing what to say.

"I have some news." Her face was as bright as the day.

"Oh, is that so!" I exclaimed raising my eye brows in what I hoped was a comical way. Thankfully she laughed.

"This is not the sort of location to replicate the newsreader video though." I added, reflecting on our last meeting.

"Oh, you're incorrigible." She exclaimed, hitting me on the thigh.

"I have some good news and some not so good, well maybe not so good. Arghh, I'm getting all tongue-tied and it's all your fault for reminding me off that newsreader." She said laughing out aloud.

"Oh, I see." Grinning broadly.

"Let me tell you my news, and then we can work out what is good what is not so good. Notice I am avoiding the word 'bad' as I don't think any of it is too bad, but I will leave that up to you." She lifted my hand and kissed my fingers gently. Like a moth to a flame, I leaned across the table and kissed her mouth fully again, only to be interrupted by the bar attendant returning with our drinks. He quickly deposited the ordered items and asked if I would like him to open the bottle. 

"No, thank you, it is fine. I will do it."

The sound of the cork popping echoed loudly in our little alcove but it was a sound that accompanied a lovely warm day perfectly, such like the one we were enjoying together. Michelle expressed her pleasure at the sound, explaining it was one of her favourite sounds. 

"It's better though today, because of present company." It was my turn to blush.

"Cheers." The clink of glasses heralded our salute, "To us."

"Now to the news." I exclaimed, trying to put on a deep news readers voice. The result must have been amusing because Michelle nearly choked on her drink.

"Okay. Here goes." She said, wiping her mouth following my attempted humour. "School holidays start next week."

"Don't remind me." I added.

"Yes, I know." She took another sip. "This is very nice. I'll start with what I think is the not so good news." She drew a breath before continuing. "On the 29th of April, the day after school returns, it is my wedding anniversary."

"Congratulations." I offered and we clinked glasses again.

"Thank you. My husband has planned a trip away for the two of us, no children, to Alice Springs and then on to Broome. We will be away for ten days."

"For the two of us?" I asked, indicating Michelle and I.

"What? No!" She said exasperated that I was breaking her train of thought, then fully realising what I had said, she added, "If you are not going to listen I will have to put you over my knee and give you a good spanking."

I moved to drop across her lap. We both were laughing at our silliness but it was great fun as well. I apologised and she reminded me of what she had said about April 29th and the subsequent dates.

"Oh, I see." I said, trying to mentally work my way through the calendar. I gave up and quickly consulted my phone. "So. You will be back on Friday, May 9th?"

"Yes, but the flight does not get back into Sydney until late evening."

"That's not too bad, I suppose." Putting on a sad, down in the mouth look. "I hope you have a great time."

"Thank you, I am sure we will." She took a large mouthful of her drink and seemed glad to be past that piece of her news.

I refilled our glasses and proposed a toast to her anniversary (again) and to her safe return. We discussed various aspects of travel within Australia and the high cost of accommodation. I mentioned that I had heard Cable Beach was supposed to be beautiful and she went on to explain about the travel plans they had made. I nodded and commented at appropriate times even though I was not totally absorbing her commentary. My mind was fixed on her breasts, my eyes drinking in the succulent curves that danced tantalisingly under her top as she related the details of her trip. 

"Are you paying any attention to what I am saying?" She asked after a while with a humorous note to her voice, while playfully kicking me under the table.

"What? Oh ... Yes." I responded a little less than convincingly. 

"Liar." She said in a semi-threatening way. "You were more intent on these," her hands cupping her breasts. "I know you well enough by now. Plus, I could tell by your fixed gaze what was filling your mind." She sat back and drank deeply.

"Never mind. I rather like the thought of you being fixated with my chest."

"Fixated?" I said, partly as a question and partly as a statement. "Michelle, if my thoughts were able to be translated into action, telekinesis I think it is called, you would be naked by now. At least the top half if nothing else."

"Oh, you naughty man." She answered, mockingly covering her breasts.

"If I was naughty, you would be totally naked......." I deliberately refrained from further comment.

"And then what?"

I looked deeply into her smouldering blue/grey eyes. Talk about come to bed eyes and my crotch thought so as well.

"I think bending you over the table, spreading your lovely legs wide and taking you from behind, would be definitely in order."

"Taking me where?" She asked, obviously enjoying playing out this sexually charged exchange.

"Right here...... Oh, I see what you mean. You were being literal with my words." 

She smiled seductively. 

"I would get behind your naked body, push you onto the table, and fill you with my hard cock and fuck you until I inundate your .........um, your............"

"Okay. Steady on my big man. I understand." She said, reaching over and patting my rising crotch. 

"Waiter, I need a cold spoon, or maybe a cold bucket of iced water, stat!" She comically gestured to call the non-existent waiter over, at which we both broke into laughter.

"Okay. Okay." I put my hands in the air to suggest surrender. It was so easy talking to Michelle. Being with her just felt so right.

"What is the rest of your news? If that trip was the not so bad, the good news must be amazing." I said quickly shifting to topic.

"It is believe me."

"I do, but please tell me what it is. The suspense is killing me." 

Some early lunch diners had arrived which meant we no longer had the river facing balcony to ourselves. I moved my chair to be closer to her and to ensure our conversation would be a bit more private.

"On Sunday, May 18th, my husband has to go away for his work. He will be away until the 23rd. He comes back on the 23rd I mean. On top of that, my son leaves for school camp on the Monday morning, the 19th and he is back home 21st. Now, before I get too excited, I have a funny feeling you mentioned something about these dates yourself a few weeks ago?"

I quickly opened the calendar on my phone.

"What was the first date?" I asked, making finger errors in trying to open the right application, my own eagerness getting in the way.

"He leaves on Sunday night, May 18th."

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed excitedly. "I have to go to the airport on the 18th. My wife flies out at midday, bound for Europe. She will be away for two weeks." I looked into Michelle's sparkling eyes.

"You mentioned school camp as well didn't you?" I asked returning my excited eyes to the calendar.

"My daughter has to be at school for 8.30am on the......" I deliberately hesitated to build the excitement. "It's a Monday....... and it is the 19th." I said the date with a bit too much gusto as some people nearby turned to see what the noise was. 

Michelle's hand grabbed my arm. We looked at each other in stunned disbelief. Neither of us could speak for what seemed ages. The possibilities; this discovery of an alignment of dates; it was all too much to absorb straight away. Slowly, we began to understand and comprehend the wonderful opportunity that was opening for us.

"Three days, or near enough to three days, and two nights......." Michelle whispered.

"Do you think we could...... you know," I was nervously excited about asking even though I knew what the answer would be. "Spend that time together?"

"I think we should take the opportunity, don't you?" Michelle said, taking my hand and gripping it tightly.

"Sounds like a plan. However, before we get carried away with this exciting bit of news. What is the other?" I enquired. For all I knew, there might yet be a spanner that could get thrown into the works.

We were both overwhelmed and from an outsiders' point of view, we must have looked like a couple of teenagers on a first date. We were sitting as close to each other as possible, holding hands tightly and speaking in low, hushed voices which were obviously filled with bubbling excitement. Our heads were together in deep conversation and discussion, with a lot of phone based calendar consultation, you could have been forgiven for thinking that a major conspiracy was being planned. 

"Okay, get ready." Michelle suggested while opening the calendar on her phone. "How is your schedule looking for a period of two to three weeks, commencing June 29th?"

"That's the first Sunday of the June school holidays, isn't it?" I asked, not knowing what she was leading to.

"Yes. The school term finishes on the 27th. Are you available for an adventure?"

"I guess so. You're not secretly Gandalf are you?" I responded, a little unsure of what I might be expected to commit to.

"Gandalf? What? Oh, I see what you mean." She laughed her merry laugh, signalling to me that she was truly enjoying this time together and the plotting that was starting to take shape. "No, I am not. I don't have a beard, as you can see, and I have just had the greys covered at the hairdressers." Just then a wicked sort of look crossed her face. She leaned in close to my ear.

"In fact the only hair I have is the hair on my head, and a little bit elsewhere, as you know by now."

It was my turn to choke on my drink. It took us both a few minutes to stop laughing, some of the patrons nearby turned to see what was going on, which only increased the laughter. Finally recovered, Michelle carried on with the third bit of her news.

"My son's school is going on a European Music Tour and they are looking for someone to be the official photographer come video-person...."

"Videographer," I interjected. 

"Thank you." She said before continuing, barely drawing breath. "They are looking for one person who can do both, who can accompany them on the tour and produce still images on CD and a DVD of the trip."

"Would you and your son be going?" I asked hesitantly, but inwardly getting pangs of excitement again.

"Yes. He is in the choir and is a definite starter. I have already put my name down for a parent slash student carer place. It is not a certainty yet, but Clare, she is the head of the music department and tour organiser, has given me a verbal acceptance." I knew she was excited at the prospect but I still had some concerns, which for now I decided to keep to myself.

"Are you interested?" She asked, squeezing my hand.

"Wouldn't you're husband want to go as well? If not on the whole tour, maybe to catch the last leg, or even directly afterwards and have some time in Europe holidaying?"

"He thought about it but can't because of work. You know, end of financial year and all that." She waved a dismissive hand in the air and then turned on me again.

"Are you interested?" 

"Sure. I have done the same thing for my sons' school on two of their music tours to England and Europe, their only two tours to be precise, so I have an understanding of the brief that needs to be filled." 

I elaborated about the previous tours I had been on and the work I put in after we had returned and she concurred that what I was telling her was exactly what she understood this tour required. That was well and good, I thought, but my gut feeling was telling me to try to keep a lid on her excitement for some unknown reason.

"Good." She added, and then drained the rest of her glass. "Are you free tomorrow at around 10am?"

"I guess so. What are you up too, you devious little tiger?" She smiled broadly and kissed my cheek.

"Clare would like to meet you to discuss the details and her requirements both during the tour and after." Her simmering eyes nearly melted any resolve I had left; nearly but not quite. "I talked with her on Saturday morning at rugby and that is how the meeting arrangements were made. I hope you are not angry with me for being pushy?" 

I told her I was happy she was happy, and that I would gladly speak with Clare. Michelle continued by asking me a few more questions about the previous tours. I answered in full detail and she hung my every word. When I finished she was even more excited than before but there was a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach that I could not ignore, maybe it would dissipate after talking with Clare.

We finished the bottle and toasted our luck at being presented with the opportunity to be together for the two nights and subsequent days, in particular. We both agreed that such an opportunity was time that required us to make the most of but just as we were about to start putting our heads together and get organised, Michelle's phone rang. She apologised for the interruption, and apologised again as it was a call she had to take. She answered and I noted the slight shortness in her voice as she spoke to the caller and then, still maintaining a resemblance of politeness, hung up.

"I am so sorry, Ray. I have to go. That was my husband and he needs me to take him some documents he left at home which he needs for a meeting this afternoon. Fucking hell! Oops, sorry." She smiled, blushing at her F-bomb outburst. "I am just so pissed off. I actually picked them up this morning and asked if he needed them and he said no, can you believe it. So now I have to drop everything and, like the fucking cavalry, come to the rescue, yet again." This last sentence was said in a voice full of sarcasm at first and increased in force as her anger rose to the boil again.

I had never seen Michelle angry before and felt glad I was not the focal point. I kissed her lips gently and told her not to worry. I reminded her that we had each other to fall back on and the opportunity to make some plans for some time together was something we both could look forward to. I put my arm around her shoulders and suggested she focus on the positives and rise about the negatives. She thanked me for my understanding, as we walked down the stairs. Once outside, we put our arms around each other and walked to the parking bays across the road. I had not realised that she was parked right next to me.

"Will you be home tomorrow after I see Clare?" I asked as we reached her car.

"Definitely. I wouldn't be able to function properly, not until I hear all about it, the excitement would be too much. Unless my stupid husband forgets something again." The sarcasm in her voice and the face she pulled were quite funny and I could not hide my amusement, which made her laugh as well. "If you want, come around to my place straight after?" She kissed me tenderly as I agreed with her suggestion. 

"I had better go and rescue the day...... ciao."

"Gods speed, fair lady. A-river-derci!" I said, putting on an Aussie drawl and bowing low with a lavish flourish of my arm.

"Gandalf... Away!" she cried, at which we both laughed.

I looked longingly at her. She smiled broadly, her eyes as blue as the sky above and as bright as the sun dancing upon the river in front of us. We kissed again, our tongues colliding with an urgency that, under other circumstances, would prelude a torrid sexual encounter. My hand found her breast and cupped it firmly which was greeted by a moan of approval coming from deep in her throat. Reluctantly she broke our embrace. Yet again she apologised for not being able to continue our morning together, and was on her way. 




Community Involvement Ch. 04



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The sound of the alarm the following morning tore me away from a dream world full of Michelle. My aching, hard penis was testament to the effect she had on me. I casually stroked it as I lay there in the first glimmer of day light that came through the large glass floor to ceiling windows and doors that looked onto our upstairs balcony, the gossamer white curtains, softening the light. I thought of Michelle's bra encased breast filling my hand the day before as kissed farewell, the heat of her body pressed firmly to mine and the firmness of her fingers caressing my back as we embraced. 

"Oh well, on with the day." I thought to myself, shuffling my way toward the shower.

This day, however, was not going to be a typical day for me. It was going to start in the usual fashion; make the breakfasts and prepare the troops for their individual days and get them to their respective drop-off points, but then there was the meeting to get through. A meeting conceived and arranged without my involvement, to be hosted by someone I had not meet, and the outcome of which I had no idea about. Sure, I knew what Michelle expected, but my gut feeling was telling me to approach it with an open mind, to hear what Clare had to say and to take my time before making any commitments.

Fortunately, I had time, following the morning drop offs, to return home and dress appropriately. I had originally dressed as if for a normal day to save any tricky questions but now I had to get a move on, the morning traffic had robbed me of some time that would have otherwise been spare. After much indecision, I finally selected a plain white fitted shirt with dark navy jeans and a tailored black jacket with a fine white pin stripe. I looked in the mirror and felt happy with the look, the shirt and jeans comfortably snug to show the athletic shape of my slim body. 

"Why all the fuss?" I asked myself. I had no answer, other than it was a habit when getting ready to meet a client, especially for the first time. You only got one chance at a first impression as they say.

I arrived at the school gate twenty minutes early, not being one for lateness. I parked near the main entrance and decided to go straight in, figuring by the time I went to reception and signed in and a message passed to Clare about my arrival, it would be close to the arranged timing. The grounds were large compared to most government schools, as you would expect from a private Catholic school. The sports field off to the right of the main drive were immaculately green but still showed signs of the rugby games played over the weekend. The main building was a huge red brick and sandstone building in the Italian-Gothic style with a smaller, but equally beautifully styled, chapel behind. I entered the main door, an imposing double door with intricate lead light glass inserts, and walked along the long Persian style hallway runner to the modern looking front desk. I noted with delight, the high ornate ceiling, above the hall and the delicate use of colour, in the federation style, on the walls and cornices. The receptionist, a plump efficient looking woman of middle age, directed me to sign the visitors' book with a wave of her fleshy arm. Just as I was about to take a seat on the large dark brown leather sofa, she called a senior boy who was walking past and asked him to take me to the music centre. I could tell he was not too happy about the request and I lowered my eyes to hide my amusement, knowing that I would have reacted in exactly the same way at his age. It's strange how the more things change, the more they stay the same.

I followed him through numerous hallways, admiring the decor, and then across a large quadrangle area with a huge sun shade above. There were two basketball courts marked on the ground and a number of handball areas as well. I smiled to myself, reflecting that when I went to school we had to use chalk to draw our own handball courts. I asked my guide a few questions about the school but got little response so we spent the bulk of the journey in respective silence. At the top of a flight of stairs he stopped and pointed.

"If you go down these stairs and turn right you will see the music departments' main entrance right in front of you."

I thanked him for his help and stopped for a moment to get my bearings. The music building was newer than those of the main building, its pale golden brick work reflecting the seventies period of architecture and design. It was only a single story construction but it spread out over an area close to two football fields in size. All was quiet as I stood there, taking in various landmarks so I could navigate my way out. 

"Let's get this show on the road." I said quietly as I descended the steps.

I greeted the music department receptionist and told her I had a meeting with Clare and apologised as I had only been given her Christian name. The receptionist was a small framed woman with a skin colouring that told me she was probably of Italian heritage, with black hair and the dark Mediterranean features of the South. She indicated for me to take a seat and said that Clare would be with me shortly. Again, just as I was about to be seated, the receptionist apologised and told me to go through into Clare's office, which was off to the left of her desk.

I knocked as I reached the open door. The room went off to the right of the door and was narrow but long, with windows along the left hand side as I looked into the room. Some of the curtains across from the door were pulled back to reveal an outlook on to a beautiful rose garden that showed every sign of being lovingly kept. The desk was at the far end of the room with a head studiously bent over some papers and indicating, with a wave of a hand, that I was to enter. The floor along the left hand wall of her office was awash with a variety of instruments, from guitars and violins to woodwinds and brass, together with numerous pieces of sheet music. This reminded me of the shemozzle that was the music masters office at my sons' high school. I wondered if Clare had a similar management style to him as well. He was a chaos generator in the name of creativity and building the future of the department but leaving the delivery up to the staff; time would tell. 

Taking a seat in front of her desk and a little to Clare's right, I waited for her to finish what she was doing. Her dark brown hair was tied back in a bun, so it was difficult at this stage to guess just how long her hair was. Her skin looked pale white against the darkness of her hair and the black jacket she wore. From this vantage point that was all I could determine and see of her, so my mind went wandering and images of Michelle crept in. 

"Sorry about that." Clare's voice jerked me back to reality with a start. "You must be Ray."

"You must be Ms........"

"Clare is fine." She interjected, rising from her seated position and offering her hand.

We shook hands in greeting and exchanged a few pleasantries. Clare was a tall woman, at least six foot, depending on the size of any heels she might have had on. Her jacket was short, black and tailored, finishing at her hips with a small ruffle. Under the jacket she had a pale blue simply styled blouse which tucked into the waist band of a black hip hugging skirt that finished mid-thigh. Around her waist she wore a belt the same colour as her blouse. The first impression was quite eye catching; professional looking outfit and grooming, a person that emanated a certain sense of presence and appeared to have an air of confidence. Her sense of presence was reinforced by her height, not doubt, but her smile was warm and welcoming, and made even more appealing because of her crystal blue, twinkling eyes. Her shoulders were not too broad, but broad enough to give increased angle to the triangular configuration as her torso tapered in to her tiny waist and filled out to rounded hips; an hour glass figure if ever I had seen one. Her blouse was unbuttoned to that delicate degree of decency, just in line with what could be guessed to be nipple level. I noted that the button hole was showing some signs of strain as the material stretched across of her eye popping chest.

"She's packing a pair of 38's!" I mused to myself, recalling a school boy joke which was a parody of the old gangster movies. "I wish I could take private lessons from her."

"Michelle tells me you're a photographer and could do the photography and video work we need for our music tour?" Her voice was gentle and soft, not unlike a teacher of young children, but there was a sense of purpose in it as well.

"Yes." I answered, trying to guess an age bracket for her, no more than mid to late 30's surely, not that it would have changed my opinion of her. She was stunning and would not have looked out of place in movies from the 50's and 60's. I went on to explain my previous experience of the music tours with my son's school and my role both during and after each. She nodded and made notes while listening and asked the occasional question. 

"I guess you fit the bill to a tee. I would like to see what you did regarding the DVD at some stage?" Making a final entry on her notepad. "Michelle certainly spoke highly of you."

"That was very nice of her. I think she would be excellent with the boys on tour." I said, feeling the warmth of my blushing cheeks rising and trying to talk up Michelle's application into the bargain. "We are neighbours........"

"So she said. From the way she spoke though, I go the impression that you were her partner." Clare interrupted. Her soft blue eyes fell upon me and it felt as if she could see my every thought. I shifted in my seat a little uncomfortably but returned her look.

"I could get the DVD to you through Michelle, if that is okay?" I suggested, hoping to avoid making any comment about being Michelle's partner. Clare nodded, it seemed she had something important to relate which gave me the impression she was going to leave that topic open.

"Before we go much further, I have to tell you the dates have changed. Is that going to cause you to reconsider?"

"It all depends on what the new dates are."

"As you can imagine from your previous experience, these things take a lot of planning and organising, and due to some glitches, I have had to push the timing back to the September school holidays. Michelle was not aware of this when she asked you." Clare wet her lips with the tip of her tongue before continuing. "I now have a firm commitment of the dates for all the performances, all the venues and all the accommodation, so now I can start finalising head count numbers for the students and the teachers as well as accompanying parents and carers." 

"How many people are you expecting to go?" 

"I will get to that at our next meeting." 

She stood up and walked around her desk. She carried her body with an air of a person in charge of the situation. I found it difficult to get a read on her, partly because it was our first meeting, and partly because I was secretly undressing her sensational body. As she started to speak again, she sat on the edge on her desk just to my right. Her long legs protruding from the hem of her black skirt which was snuggly wrapped about her milk white thighs. I noticed that her heels were only small, thereby supporting my original assessment that she was a tall one.

"The change in timing is better for the school curriculum as well." She continued, crossing her left leg over her right. "It also means we miss the extreme heat over there, which is good all around, but on a personal note, it is good for me. I am not a summer person and I am not one who can take too much sun, as you can see." 

"Yes, I......" 

"I thought you had noticed." She said, cutting me off mid-sentence (thankfully) and then crossed her right leg over her left. I looked them up and down, admiring the slight muscle contours of her calves and the narrowness of her ankles.

I shifted position again, trying to hide my discomfort which was mixed with a sense of growing sexual intrigue. My throat was dry at the nearness of her commanding presence and I had to stifle a cough before speaking.

"You certainly do attract attention," I agreed, trying to sound equally assertive, before adding, "September is good for me too."

"That is pleasing to hear." Her legs unfolded as she turned her upper body to retrieve her notes. "Will I put you down as a possible, a probable or a definite starter then?"

She had turned to get her notepad which was still on her blotter but her pen slipped off, moving it further away as she lifted it. She rolled a bit more onto her right hip to retrieve it which caused her legs to part slightly. I could not see far up her skirt, but her thighs looked equally milky white as her calves; smooth and inviting. I heard her catch her breath lightly as she lifted herself upright drawing my attention away from her lovely legs. It was not until she was fully upright that I realised what had caused her to gasp.

"Damn." She exclaimed aloud, looking down at me. "My button has broken off."

Clare held her blouse closed where the button had been, the button at nipple level I noted, but as she told me of her mishap, she flapped it open, exposing her deep cleavage and the inner sides of her lacy white bra cups.

"I might have some sewing equipment with me." I replied impressed with myself that I had a prompt and suggestive reply at the ready, even though it was a lie.

"What am I to do?" She asked, moving her blouse opening from side to side.

"I think I have a solution?" I forwarded, throwing caution to the wind. My hand went to her knee and started to move along the soft, warm curve of her thigh. Clare stopped and stared at me without making any comment. Her right leg was out stretched, with the foot flat on the floor and her left slightly bent at the knee with her left foot hooked behind her right ankle. Her knees were slightly parted, giving me just enough room to insert my hand and move it north.

"What sort of needle would you recommend for such a situation as this?" 

"If you could close the door we might be able to ............" I left the sentence unfinished. Instead, I moved my hand further up under her skirt. Clare stopped my progress her by placing her hand on top of mine through her skirt. Just as she was about to say something her phone buzzed, it was the receptionist using the intercom.

"Hi Clare, I am going up to the middle school assembly and then I will go straight to the post office as we discussed. I will close the front door and put the unattended sign up for you."

"Thanks, Darcia, that's excellent. Oh, looks like we have the green light for September."

Darcia closed the intercom connection by simply hanging up her phone which meant Clare did not have to move. Her hand was still holding mine in position on her thigh through the material of her skirt.

"I can't stand going to assembly. It's too boring." Her tone was full of annoyance toward the idea of attending any of the weekly gatherings of the school body. My attention was directed toward furthering my education with some one-on-one tuition with the head of the music department (and the rest of her body). 

I pushed my hand higher. Clare removed her blockade and placed both of her hands on her desk for support as she leaned back. 

"Now, what sort of needle were you going to recommend?"

My hand reached the crease of her hip, her skirt gathering up around my arm. The heat being generated under her skirt was intense and only increased as I pressed my fingertips into the fold of her hip and her underwear, slowly trying to manoeuvre them lower, like the ancient adventurer Jason, in search of her fleece, golden or otherwise.

Clare shifted her position a little and parted her thighs some more giving me greater access. I stood to get better leverage and to answer her question, minus any words.

I quickly unbuckled my belt and fumbled my way to finally get my jeans undone. I pushed them down with my free hand unwilling to remove my right hand from its warm position at the top of womanhood. Clare kept her position, her eyes glued to my crotch.

"Is this an adequate needle, do you think?" I said pulling my underwear down to my knees along with my jeans. 

"It's a lot thicker than I expected." She purred, admiring the view. "Michelle said you were well credentialed but I could not have guessed just how well. Has Michelle seen it? Is that why she was able to recommend you so highly?"

I chose to ignore her questions regarding Michelle but it did raise a question(s) of just what had Michelle and Clare talked about? Was Clare simply playing word games with me or did they actually discuss my 'credentials' (physical or otherwise) together? 

"Now that IS being big headed and egotistical." I thought to myself.

"I am not sure how to thread such a thing. I hope you can manage." She smiled with her eyes, the smouldering look on her face imploring me to continue. Clare rocked her hips from side to side, roughly pulling her skirt up from under her rounded bottom.

"That might help a little." She said, parting her thighs now that they were free of the restrictions of her tight skirt. I ploughed my thumb hard into her cleft. It was instantly engulfed with her searing heat and a flood of her copious juices oozing through the crotch of her panties.

I moved closer to her right side and pulled hard at the waist band of her knickers. Clare moved her hand and grabbed my hard cock that was resting on her hip.

"That is a good needle you have there." She murmured, stroking the length of my shaft. My thumb ground into her soaking hole, through her underwear, drawing more of her flow through the material.

"Do you need some help with those?" she asked. 

With her left hand, she quickly removed the waist band of her knickers from her hips. Then, letting my cock flop onto her desk, she wiggled her bottom and finally removed the garment from her lower body. She leaned back on her arms and spread her long legs wide.

I dropped to my knees and slammed my face into her dripping crotch. Her pussy was bare, not a hair in sight, and her mound was soft and slippery against my cheeks. I pulled her to me and placed my mouth over her pussy and sucked hard which made her shiver. She gripped the back of my head and shoved it to her pussy, fucking herself with my face. I speared my tongue as she thrust, stabbing it as deep as I could into her literally leaking vagina. Each time my face hit against her crotch she bucked forward and groaned aloud. She was getting wilder with each touch of my tongue inside her ribbed channel, my nose crashing into her throbbing clitoris. Both her hands wrapped into my hair as I lapped up as much of the river of juices pouring from her as I could. She was building toward a shattering climax and I was determined to join her.

"How do you want me?" she panted.

"Stay on your desk," I commanded, pushing the chair out of way the with my foot. 

I stood and stroked my cock in front of her fixated eyes. 

"I think it's time to thread this needle." I said in a voice slick with her sexy flow.

She nodded and arched her hips. I marvelled as her gorgeous legs rose and started to wrap around my hips. It felt like every centimetre of her skin was equally as soft and warm. Her calves on my back and the press of her thighs on my hips drawing me forward as I put the purple head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy. I pressed downward, easing the thick knob lower until it rested against her rear entrance. Clare jiggled her arse, groaning with pent up passion to be fucked. Slowly, I gouged the thick head upward, parting her gripping puffy lips and crushing her clitoris with the blind eye at the tip. 




Community Involvement Ch. 04



"Oh........ Fuck me now," she hissed. "Just do it. Fuck me hard, please." 

Once more I traversed the length of her vaginal opening with my throbbing cock, the juice of her excitement coating the head and glistening in the light that streamed in from a slit in the curtain. As I passed across her ribbed opening she bucked and pushed her hips forward. The thick head slipped inside her causing Clare to moan aloud, imploring me to fill her with every possible inch of my manhood.

She threw her head back as the crown of my cock slipped past her outer lips, the thickness opening her vagina, her hips rocking desperately trying to pull me deeper. I resisted as best I could, trying to hold myself back, just keeping the head lodged at her entrance.

"Fuck, I can feel you opening me up," she groaned, reaching between us to feel the thick rod protruding from her body. With her right hand wrapped around my shaft, Clare raised her left hand and wrapped her hand firmly around my neck, and glared at me with her lust filled eyes. 

"Fuck me........ hard. I need your thick cock in me."

I grabbed her hips and started stroking back and forth inside of her. Her thighs tightened around my hips, drawing me closer to her body as her right hand, which had been around me cock, started mashing her clit in wild circles.

"Oh.... my.... fucking..... god............... FUCK ME," she screamed. 

Levering off her hips, I thrust firmly forward, slapping my groin into her, each inward movement filing the room with the wet sounds of heated sex. Clare started pushing back as I pushed forward, literally fucking herself on my cock as I drilled her dripping hole. My pace was fast and hard, I was being relentless in my attack on her pussy but I knew I would not last long. I did not care. This might have been consensual sex but there was nothing sensual about it. Clare demanded I fuck her hard and that is what I was giving her. I lost all thought of her pleasure, this was all about fucking my cock into her body until I filled her with my come. 

"Yessssssss...." she hissed, "I .......... fucking ......... coming." 

I felt my cock swelling inside her, signalling that I would come soon. I grabbed her hair into my right hand and pulled, bringing her head up. Clare moaned at that and screamed as she exploded.

"Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..................." Her whole body pulsed then gripped me so tight I could barely move. I pulled her hair even harder as I ground my pubic bone onto her clitoris, increasing the orgasmic sensation in her body. I quickly released her hair, grabbed both sides of her hips and pushed for all I was worth, as I exploded deep in her vagina. She had such a grip on me with her legs and thighs as well as her clamping vaginal channel, that I could not move. My cock just remained suctioned deep inside her, as the finally spasms of my climax deposited my juice to mix with hers. 

She held onto me for a few minutes, draining every last drop I had to offer by flexing her thighs, which intensified the grip of her pussy walls. Finally her legs dropped to my side, releasing me from their grip. I pulled my cock out of her pussy leaving a pool of milky fluid on the edge of her desk. Her outer lips, which had been wrapped so tightly around my penis, were now red and puffy. The bare flesh of her mound was smeared with a mixture of our juices and sparkled in the sunlight still coming through the curtain. Clare looked dishevelled but sated. Her eyes were no longer filled with the burning desire that was there previously, instead, the soft, warm welcoming look I had been greeted with had returned with the added glow in her cheeks generated by her recent orgasm. 

Without saying a word, I quickly pulled on jeans up, and put everything back in its rightful place. Clare was still sitting on her desk, her legs splayed and come oozing from her. Her eyes locked on mine as she moved her hand down and slipped two fingers inside her pussy. She smiled, as she slowly pulled them out and sucked them clean.

"A nice thick cock with loads of come, I am sure Michelle approves just as much and just as loudly as I do?"

"What are you talking about?" I demanded.

I was not sure what to make of her openly slutty behaviour but decided to try to get out of her office as soon as I could without spilling any beans that might give Clare an answers to her probing enquires regarding Michelle and I. 

I looked at Clare sitting on her desk, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean." She was finally moving off her desk and her clothing back in order.

"You and Michelle are fucking each other. I could tell by the way she talked about you. Only a lover would be so glowing in the way she talked in trying to convince me you were the man for the job. Are you the man for the job?"

"For the photography job regarding the music tour? Definitely." I answered, not losing eye contact as she straightened her skirt.

"What would Michelle think if she knew you fucked my brains out right now?" She sat back at her desk, a look of self-satisfaction on her face.

"We are our own people. She would be fine. That's if she had any reason to be upset that is." I lied. In fact, I was not sure how she would react at all, but I knew I had to get out of there as soon as possible and tell Michelle everything that had happened before Clare could tell her. 

For all I knew, she might twist the facts and make it.............. I lost my train of thought at the sound of Darcia returning.

"I'm back Clare." I was relieved as Darcia's voice filtered in, defusing this situation which was growing more bizarre and awkward by the moment.

"Great, thanks Darcia. I will be out in a minute. Ray was just leaving."

I took my cue.

"Thanks for the interview." I said, extending my hand to shake Clare's.

"You are well credentialed, that is for sure." She said, her eyes dipping toward my crotch and then back up to lock with mine. "I think we can safely say we have the photographers position filled now. Don't you?"

"Is it a paying position?" I asked tactfully withdrawing my hand from hers.

"Oh, are you expecting to be paid for your services?"

"I couldn't do it for free."

She chuckled.

"Let me look into the budgetary situation first. If it is possible, I might be able to take you on as a contracted staff member. That way the school will foot the bill for the bulk of your travel and accommodation expenses. In other words, you would be entitled to subsidised travel like me. It would be interesting to have you under me." She said with a lustful smile. "I will need to see you again to get various personal details..... to help fill in the appropriate paper work. I'll be in touch."

"Thank you, I think." I said out loud, not really wanting to do so, but it was too late.

"Oh, come on Ray. This is an opportunity to good to refuse. You and I know it." She walked past me and lightly patted my groin as she headed to the door. She got to the doorway and propped.

"I know a good interview when I have one and that was a very good interview. I have not had one like that for quite some time." She whispered as I passed her, she was standing as if holding the door open.

"Thank you, Clare." I said. "Maybe next time we meet I won't get such a grilling?"

"It will probably be even more in depth." She said smiling brightly. "A necessity as I have to provide the required information and ensure it is accurate, don't I? I also need to verify any referential material as well, like that DVD, so it is an imperative that we meet again. Don't worry, I know how to be discreet."

This last comment added to my unease but the thought of securing a paid position such as this was an opportunity to good to ignore. The added bonus being I would get to be on an overseas trip with Michelle. As soon as I got into my car I called Michelle on the hands free, at least to tell her I was on my way back, the detail I would try to leave until I got to see her face to face.



Community Involvement Ch. 05



My thought processes were in a bit of a state. I had just had sex with the woman my next door neighbour had recommended me to meet. Not only had Michelle recommended me highly, she had arranged the meeting and laid all the ground work. I had to admit though, Clare was worth the effort. Yet Clare's questioning about Michelle & I had me flummoxed. Did she know anything for certain or was she simply fishing and why? 

I tried to recall Clare's comment as I started the car to head homeward, to Michelle's place to be exact, but it was eluding me. I churned over the final exchanges between us but my mind kept going back to the midpoint of our interview. I could still smell and taste the long legged Clare as I did up my seat belt. Then it came to me.

"Don't worry, I know how to be discreet." Clare's parting words echoed in my head like a tolling bell. 

"Was I missing something?" I thought to myself. I negotiated the U-turn and headed for the main road. As I straightened the car up I dialed Michelle's mobile. The blue tooth connection was already synced and the car instantly filled with the excessively loud sound of the call connecting, so I turned the volume down from the earlier music listening levels to more a level more appropriate and waited for Michelle to answer.

"Hi Ray." Came the excited answer as she picked up the call, obviously recognising my number. "How did you find Clare?"

"I went to reception and asked..."

"Ohhh, you're impossible sometimes," Michelle said through what I imagined to be gritted teeth. "I walked straight into that one didn't I."

"Sorry, I couldn't resist. She's a very persuasive woman." I replied, my heart thumping in my chest. It seemed to be getting warmer in the car but I could not open the window while on the phone. "She says I need to meet her again to fill in the appropriate paperwork and she also wants to review the DVD I did last time."

"That's a good sign, isn't it?" Michelle's voice suddenly sounded a little less excited, she had noted the reserved tone in my voice. I guessed she was starting to think I was not as fully committed as she thought.

"It's a very good sign." I said, trying to ease her mind. "We discussed the possibility of me becoming a contracted staff member which would mean the trip would be a paying gig as well."

"Oh my god. That is fantastic." Michelle's excitement level rose immeasurably at that, so much so it sounded like she was about to jump through the car radio. "You're not pulling my leg are you?"

"No. No jokes this time, cross my heart and hope to die. She asked if I was you're partner though, which made me a bit nervous." I had not wanted to make any fuss about Clare's comments regarding Michelle and I over the phone but I could not hold it in. I held my breath waiting for Michelle to comment.

"Oh, she knows you are not my husband through school sport on Saturday mornings. Plus, she could easily look at the school records to see my husband's name is not Ray, so don't worry about it. She must have been mistaken or something."

I was not convinced. I felt like I was definitely missing something. 

"What is your opinion of Clare?" I asked.

"Why? Do you find her attractive?" Michelle's voice sounded as if he was back on a playground at school.

"Clare attractive?" I scoffed. "Nah, she's butt ugly."

"Yeah right." Michelle knew I was joking. "Have you lost your glasses or are you on drugs?"

"Well..."

"She is a stunning looking female." Michelle answered. "She seems very organised and the music department seems to function better since her appointment than it had done previously. All in all, I think she is good for the school and good for the students. Why do you ask?"

"I was just wondering what she was like. This being the first time I had met her. It seemed a bit odd that she would ask about you and I the way she did."

"I only told her what you told me. You know, about the previous music tours..."

"Michelle," I broke in. "I only told you about my previous experience yesterday, remember? I don't recall ever having told you about them previously."

The only sound I could hear at this time was the sound of the car as it moved along the road. 

"I know you told me yesterday... In detail I mean. But I distinctly remember you mentioning that you had been overseas and about the DVD you produced. It would have been shortly after your return, so a few years ago now, as we chatted near my car port. Like we used to do before, um, before we started..." She went quiet.

"Before you let me look down your top."

"I did not let you look down my top. You took advantage of the situation." She was trying to sound indignant, by I could also hear the humour in her voice.

"Both guilty as charged."

"Jury dismissed." Michelle declared, and we both laughed.

"I suppose I could have said something but I don't remember doing so. I would have been excited by it all at the time, so it is possible I guess."

"Are you annoyed with me or something?" Her question stung me a little.

"No." I replied, feeling a little guilty for thinking the way I was. However, I could not ignore my gut feeling telling me to be vigilant, with Clare more than anything. "It's just that she put me in an awkward position with her questions and I did not know how to answer. I had no idea what was said when you two were made the arrangements for the meeting."

"All I said was that you might need some persuading and that was all." It was Michelle's turn to sound a bit annoyed. "Clare's response to that was, and I quote, 'I know how to very persuasive when I have to be.' 

"Oh, she was, believe me."

"What did she say?" was Michelle's anxious sounding question which was immediately followed by another, this time full of woman's curiosity? "What did she do?"

"To answer the first of those questions, she said, quote; "You and Michelle are fucking each other. I could tell by the way she talked about you. Only a lover would be so glowing in the way she spoke, trying to convince me you were the man for the job."

Again there was silence as I drove.

"I guess I might have over done it?" Came Michelle's meek sounding voice. I kind of got caught up in moment and the possibilities. Sorry."

"No need to be sorry. But..." Michelle interrupted me.

"So what did she do?"

I was not ready to answer this. My silence only seemed to make it all seem so much worse.

"She seduced you!" It was a statement, not a question. "Or did you seduce her? She is a stunning woman, like I said."

"A bit of both, I suppose." I offered feeling guilty. "I felt I had no choice. I want to go on the tour with you, not just because of your excitement, although that is a large part of it. I really want to go for all sorts of different reasons. You and me together, the opportunity to produce photographic imagery in a paid capacity and the possibility of additional work afterwards, just to mention a few. It's all to much to pass up. Then she asked those questions and all I could think of was protecting you." 

"I understand." Michelle sounded deflated. "It is a bit of shock and I am not sure I know how to deal with it right now. Wait! Come to think of it, she did seem even more keen to meet you after I showed her a photo of you."

"A picture of me?" I asked astonished. "You have a picture of me...on your phone?" I assumed it was on her phone as I knew I had not given her one and I was certain she had not taken any shots of me that I was aware of.

"Yes." She answered a bit sheepishly. "I took it that day you were pruning the hedges out the front of your place. I took it from the upstairs front window of my place. The window that over looks your front yard. You were at the top of the ladder without your shirt on and I wanted a photo of you, so I..."

I ignored the photo issue for now.

"So you knew there was a potential for something to happen?" I could not finish the rest of my questions, I did not really know what to add next. So many thoughts started to flood my brain.

"Ray, I am sorry if I have upset you. I did not think she would be so, um, so openly sexual..."

"Michelle." I said feeling relieved that the initial ground had been broken on this subject. "I am not upset with you. I am rather relieved to have told you, to tell you the truth." 

"Ray, I need some time to think. Could you please not come around? I will call you later this afternoon."

Before I could reply she had hung up.

I drove on in silence. My relief at breaking the news made me feel dizzy, like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. However, the stress of knowing that Clare had deliberately used her very persuasive ways to get me to agree, albeit in principle, to going was starting to replace it. She had asked some telling questions and had voiced some assumptions that were to close to mark for comfort. I did not know how to approach the future at this stage. Maybe Michelle would have some answers when I spoke to her next. If I speak to her next! I had no idea what she thought of my dalliance with the lovely Clare. 

Michelle's car was not in her carport when I pulled up in my driveway. I went inside my door and closed it quietly behind me. The enveloping silence a welcomed change from the chaos of the roads and the tangled web that seemed to be building following my 'meeting' with Clare. I was deeply concerned about Michelle, not only about what her reaction to my fucking Clare might be, but I had no inkling of what she was up too as a result of our telephone conversation. Inspire of these thoughts, I busied myself with finding the DVD I had produced following the music tour a few years ago. It took a bit of searching but finally I found the two disk production. I had just inserted the first of the two disks to check they still worked when my mobile sprang into life. I looked at the screen but the caller ID was blocked. 

"Do I answer not leave it?" I thought, fully expecting it to be financial institution harassing me for a credit card payment. I decided to answer.

"Hello." My voice full of apprehension. The line was quiet of a few seconds, typical of banking call centres.

"It must be a bank." I thought to myself and decided to hang up.

"Hi Ray, It's only me." Came the sweet voice of Clare on the line just as I pulled the phone away from my ear. I nearly cut her off.

"Clare!" I exclaimed. The thought of her calling so soon catching me by surprise.

"I have you on speaker phone, just so you know." That piece of information was good to know but why was she calling? "I also have a visitor."

"Oh?"

"Hi Ray." It was Michelle. 

"Michelle... what are you doing there?" My mind was awash with possibilities.

"Michelle called and asked to see me ASAP. It seems she was concerned about our meeting this morning." Clare's voice was measured yet still warm and welcoming just as it had been when I met her earlier in the day. "I take it you mentioned what transpired?"

"Yes, I had too. It is not everyday that I get offered a position like you outlined."

"Exactly. I even told Michelle it would be a pleasure to have you under me."

Clare's deliberate double entendre was not lost on me and I could only guess Michelle understood it as well.

"I am sure you did." I replied smoothly. "Michelle, have you got any concerns with what Clare has told you?"

"None at all. She has been up front and honest with me. In fact, she was grateful that I put the two of you in touch."

"It was her front that started all this." I thought to myself, remembering the way she filled her blouse and the button that popped. "If the truth be known, Clare's idea of being 'put in touch' would be a physical interoperation of the phrase as well." 

"I have told her of our unique situation." Michelle's comment caught me by surprise. I decided it was best to try to follow any leads she might lay down.

"Me being your photographic assistant and all, and that was why I was able to speak so highly of your credentials."

"Of course." I agreed, smiling broadly, bordering on straight out laughter.

"What a wonderfully devious little minx you are, Michelle?" I thought. It was an amazing and quick piece of thinking the way Michelle had manoeuvred the circumstances back in our favour.

"I only have room in my budget for one paid position though." Clare added.

"That is fine. I will be a subsidised parent on the tour, so no drama." Michelle added quickly.

"So all is resolved." Clare stated. She seemed eager to end the discussion and then she added... 

"However Ray, I still need to see that DVD and get the personal information I need. I will contact you early next week, before term ends." She was about to conclude the call, when I heard her say something quietly to Michelle, and she then addressed me again.

"Are you around during the holidays?" She asked.

"Yes, although I will have my daughter to consider."

"No problem. I will contact you and lets see if we can get together during the holidays if next week does not work out."

The call ended. I sat at my desk astounded at the quick thinking Michelle had employed to save to day, as the saying went. Just as I was about to start the DVD, to ensure it was a complete copy, my phone buzzed again. It was an incoming text message from Michelle.

"All good. Can you met me at my place tomorrow first thing?"

"See you at 9.30" I replied.

"Cool." Michelle's response was accompanied by a smilie face. This was quickly followed by a perplexing addition.

"Come prepared."

I leant back in my swivel chair and sighed with relief. The ill-ease I had felt about the prospect of the tour and the meeting with Clare, had seemed to have passed. I still had to consult my own family though, but that bridge could be crossed at a slightly later time.

That night I could hardly sleep. Rampant thoughts of Michelle and Clare kept me awake. Added to this was the nervous excitement I felt following Michelle's request for me to see her in the morning. 

Being right on time, a trait I always pride myself on, I rang the doorbell and eagerly awaited the sight of Michelle. The day was bright and warm, despite the over night Autumn chill. The recent run of warm sunny days made any thoughts of winter remote. The light breeze barely ruffled the tree limbs and the air was full of the sounds of Rainbow Lorikeets playfully squabbling over the native flowering trees. The tall Liquid Amber in Michelle's front yard was in it's full autumn display, it's branches slowly losing it's red leaves, creating a carpet of red across the lawn. 

"Come in if you're good looking." Michelle's voice floated down her hallway. 

"The door is open but if you could close it behind on your way in, that would be good."

The only sound was the occasional clink of breakfast dishes being washed up so I made straight for the kitchen. To my astonishment and very pleasant surprise, Michelle was doing the washing up wearing only a pair of white lacy knickers and a sleeveless, white T-shirt. To add to this splendid sight, she also had on a pair of black high heels. The overall effect was mind blowing, not to mention anything else. I was like a moth to a flame, drawn without hesitation. My penis all but pointing the way. 

I went to her and lustfully thrust my crotch against her gorgeous behind. My rising member rested firmly against the crevice of her arse. She arched her back pressing her behind hard onto me. I pushed forward pinning her body between my cock and the sink while I grabbed at her tits. I pressed the V of my hands on her rib cage and slowly lifted them up, under the rise of her breasts and pushed firmly up, squeezing the thumbs of each hand hard into the full roundness of her flesh. She groaned loudly from deep within her throat as I pinched her nipples quite firmly, pulling on them through the material of her top. 

Michelle had ceased washing up. Her head rested on my shoulder as I wantonly fondled her wonderful breasts. We had not exchanged any greetings, there was nothing to say. Michelle's garb said it all. I dropped one hand down her tummy and she reacted instinctively by pushing her bottom away from the bench top enough so I could continue my downward press across the front of her panties. The waist band was wet, but that was from the water in the sink unlike the gusset which was saturated with her vaginal secretions. I guessed she had planned this, probably as a result of her discussion with Clare. I had no time to speculate, I had other matters to attend to as I pushed my index finger hard into her folds and the wetness that seeped through and coated my finger. I raised it and told her to lick it clean. She opened her mouth and with a darting tongue quickly lapped up her own juices, licking her lips as well.

"So you like to be commanded?" I asked, leaning my body hard against hers, my mouth on her ear.

"Oh god yes, Ray. Not all the time but sometimes, well you have me now." Her hands opened on the bench in a gesture of submission. "I never get to do things this way normally but with you it seems..." She did not finish the sentence but we both knew what she meant. We both felt safe and secure enough to let go and release our inhibitions, things just felt right between us despite the brevity of our closer association.

I noticed a bread-knife lying in the sink and knew right away I had to use it. I pressed my groin into her bottom again as I reached for it. Michelle caught her breath slightly as she saw what I going reaching for. Without saying a word, I slipped the knife into the waistband of her knickers and cut it through. She shivered noticeably at the first touch of the cold metal on her warm flesh. She gasped excitedly. 

I stood back, admiring her soft skin, the lovely sway of her back and the two dimples just above her gorgeous behind. I cut the other side of her panties at the hip and roughly pulled them away from her lower body. Keeping her pressed to the bench with my crotch, I replaced the knife in the draining rack and then balled her sexy underwear up in my hand and held the juice soaked gusset up in front of her face.

"You planned this and now you're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" I asked firmly.

"Oh god yes, Ray. You have no idea how horny cutting them away like that made me feel. I am your slut, your toy...fuck me as you see fit."

"I guess your visit to see Clare got you're naughty mind working?"

"Well, you did fuck her on her desk, didn't you?"

I just nodded in reply.

"Suck it. Taste your own juices. Your flooding vagina has soaked your knickers you naughty woman." She opened her mouth wide and sucked hard on the wet material. She drank deeply and I could hear her moan of pleasure at her own taste. I slapped her buttock. She jumped and then sighed as the initial shock subsided.

"Mmmmm. Spread your legs but stay leaning against the sink."

I pressed my foot to the inside of each of het feet in a mock kick, indicating that she should do as I asked. She did so and I dropped to my knees and then sat between her wonderfully splayed legs, thinking to myself that this would be the first time that I was able to get a close up examination of her beautiful womanly secrets. I was seated on the floor, directly under her luscious body with my back against the cupboard. I looked up, thinking Galileo must have felt like this when first investigating the starts, but for me, here above me was Michelle in all her glory. Her mound was very lightly covered with a thin veneer of golden brown hair that was mattered now with the copious amount of lubrication that had seeped from her inviting mound. Her outer lips were quite puffy with arousal and the juices coming from her had covered her inner thighs as well. I roughly pushed her arse cheeks apart to look at her winking rear entrance. The tight starfish shaped opening seemed to be beckoning for me to lick it, so I did. I speared my tongue tip hard against her resistant anus, licking her with all the fury I could muster. I could feel her arse start to move in a slow circler motion, as my tongue tried to penetrate her with every thrust. She groaned loudly and ground her body down onto my probing tongue. Again her juices flowed with her pent up desire coating my forehead. 




Community Involvement Ch. 05



"Oh my god, Ray, that feels so good," she hissed through clenched teeth. "That's it, suck me there, I have never had anyone do that before. I love it, please stick your tongue deeper up my arse."

As I continued to tongue fuck Michelle's tight arse, I slipped my hand around to her pussy, and slowly pushed two fingers between her juicy labia and began to rub her erect clitoris. I could feel her juices starting to flow more heavily, the texture had thickened as her arousal increased. Satisfied her flow would allow, I inserted one more finger into her vagina. 

"Aaarrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed, "God yesssssssssss."

I knew that Michelle was about to climax at any second by the intensity of the shuddering waves coursing up and down her legs. Her torso undulated in its sexually driven dance as she rushed toward her peak. I gave her a quick barrage of my three fingers deep into to her body, slightly bending them at the top of each thrust to put pressure on the tender G-spot. Michelle begged me to make her come, screaming aloud that she about to climax. I quickly removed my fingers and sucked her whole vagina with my wide open mouth. The vacuum I created suctioned me to her body as she exploded. 

"I am comingggggggggggg" she yelled as her body convulsed strongly in response to my targeted attentions. My mouth was filled repeatedly as she squirted, filing my mouth and streaming it across my face. I clutched hold of her hips in an attempt to keep my mouth clamped to her pussy. Her hips bucked widely, each wave made her thrust her mound onto my mouth, the back of my head pounding in time against the cupboard. Slowly her orgasm passed and I relaxed my grip. I gently licked her swollen lips and tasted the thick creaminess of her deepest juices which caused her to buck, the sensitivity of her private parts still being too much. 

Michelle clutched onto the sink for support as she rode out the final vestiges of her climax. I could still her breath raggedly coming from her mouth as she struggled to regaining control. I gently kissed her inner thighs and caressed her legs, quietly waiting for her to come down from her orgasmic high. 

No words had passed between us, apart from those made during my initial onslaught. Slowly Michelle straightened her upper body, her legs still splayed above me as I sat on the floor. Gently I caressed her legs; her firm thighs and calves flexed as I touched them, I was trying to urge them toward a relaxed state before I continued to pleasure my delightful and willing partner. I reached higher and used my thumbs to pry her labia open and attached my mouth firmly upon her mound again. I flattened my tongue and ran it from her anus to her clit and back again, slurping up her flow with as much noise as I could make. Her hips bucked as I reached her oversensitive clitoris and she ground her arse hard down onto my mouth urging me to eat her pussy. I slapped her rump hard again reminding her not to let go of the sink. She grunted her agreement as I continued to drink her flow.

Slowly I pushed both thumbs up into her vagina. Her muscles gripped the invaders trying to draw them deeper. I pushed them fully inside, stopped, then slowly withdrew them, drawing a flood of her wetness. I smeared the flow across her anus using a slow rotating movement of my thumbs to get her rear hole to relax. With each rotation I pressed upward more firmly until I felt it was time to move on. I quickly dipped my left thumb back into her pussy then pressed it firmly into her arse. I heard her gasp and catch her breath as I forced my thumb partially into, what I assumed to be, her virgin arse. A long guttural groan followed as I pushed the thumb completely up into her rear. I felt Michelle bend her knees slightly to try to open her arse which only pressed her body onto my thumb even more. I held still, feeling her arse flinching as it got used to being opened in this foreign way.

I reached up and entered her pussy, using three fingers of my right hand in a slow twisting motion. She shuddered and choked off a cry of pleasure as I finger fucked her slowly, grinding my knuckles against her swollen clit each time I fully entered her. I kept my thumb firmly imbedded in her arse as I started to fuck her pussy with more powerful upward strokes. I watched fascinated as her inner lips pulled down with my fingers as they withdrew, their dark redness glistening with the overflow of vaginal fluid dripping from her gorgeous body onto my chest as well as the floor. Gradually I started building the pace, pulling back and re-entering her flooding womanhood faster and harder in response to her cries and pleading for me to make her come.

Looking up I caught sight of her head lolling from side to side, her lips parted as the waves of pending orgasm ebbed and flowed, but the tide was slowly building to a crescendo. Fast and faster I plunged up into her body, delighting in the ecstasy she was feeling. My own senses were flying in conjunction with Michelle's, it was as if I was building to climax as well, my mind was consumed with being with this gorgeous woman and delighted at being able to make her climax so beautifully. 

Her ribbed channel clenched my fingers as I relentlessly rocketed up deep inside her. She tensed suddenly, her whole body clenching, every muscle clamping tight.

"Oh Ray...going to..." the words caught in her throat, "come, god yessssssss."

"Fuckkk meee!" she screamed as she came hard on my fingers. She held my fingers deep inside her, the whole of her body shaking violently, her hair even draped into the sink water. As her flood gates burst, Michelle filled my mouth with a river of hot woman cum, her blasts splashing across my face and hair, my shirt was soaking wet as well. I did not care. There was nothing for me to do now but to suck her pussy dry, which I did, swallowing every mouthful of juice that she gave me. She came hard, pulsing wave upon wave racking her body like the effects of a powerful earthquake. I gently withdrew my fingers and thumb from her offices, her trembling body had gone limp. I eased her to the floor beside me and I took her face in my hands, and covered her mouth with mine. Our lips parted, and our tongues met, I knew that Michelle was getting a good taste of her own cum, which was mixed with my saliva. She sucked my cum coated tongue softly into her mouth until it was clean. 

"Oh Ray that was exquisite and so selfless. Thank you." She said with a trace of suppressed emotion. 

"Ssshhhh now," I whispered. "I definitely enjoyed every moment just as much as you, believe me." I smiled and kissed her brow.

"I could always take you into the shower?"

"Oh no." She said quickly. Recognition of the memory of our earlier time together flashed across her face. "I don't think I would have the energy to do anything just at the moment." 

She snuggled into my shoulder. The silence of our surroundings seemed to embrace us as much as we were physically entwined. Neither of us uttered a word. There was no need to say or do anything. My senses were still reeling as well, I had ridden the tide with her and now could only enjoy the quiet aftermath. 

"I heard on the radio the other day that 70% of people surveyed for a recent report indicated that they have sex regularly in the kitchen." We were still sitting on the floor under her sink as I casually stroked her hair, when this random piece of trivia popped into my head. Michelle stirred; I think she had dropped off to sleep.

"Oh, sorry." She apologised.

I kissed her brow tenderly and repeated what I had said. She commented that she had heard a similar thing and smiled broadly, surveying the wet floor with her knickers sitting in the middle of the puddle made by her squirting orgasms. Turning to me, she suggested we get cleaned up. I helped Michelle to tidy up and then I told her I would be back in a few minutes as I had to get out of my wet shirt. She blushed a little and kissed me before retrieving her knickers.

"Looks like these will have to be binned." She announced, holding them up on one finger. 

I apologised for cutting them but Michelle flashed her little shy-look at me and cooed that using the knife had added immensely to the sexiness of what had happened. We stood in her kitchen and embraced briefly, and finally agreed to meet back on her deck in about fifteen minutes.



Community Involvement Ch. 06



"What happened to you?" Michelle asked as I finally returned. 

I had gone home (next door to be precise) to change out of my wet clothes following the torrid squirting orgasms I had produced in Michelle. The sight, taste and smell of her deep orgasmic fluids filled me with immense satisfaction, not only because I had stimulated her to that level, it was a satisfaction gained from sharing the moment; being there with her and for her as she exploded and gushed so gloriously all over me. 

"I was going to send out a search party. It's been over half an hour." The twinkle in her eye told me she was trying to give me a rev up. 

"I decided to break the news to my wife." I said grinning. "About the tour I mean." 

"Oh, well done." Michelle's congratulatory expression filled me with a rush on joyfulness.

"It had to be done eventually, so now is as good a time as any. How did she react?" Michelle added in a voice full of excitement. She was busy pouring a glass of Margaret River Shiraz for us both. "I know you're a fan of W.A. reds."

"Just what the doctor ordered." I said taking a sip. "I think we have a winner!" I put the glass on the table and sat, like our first meeting, around the corner from Michelle. Her knee rested against mine, as had previously occurred, and our hands entwined on the table. I gave her a full account of the phone call to my wife and how she reacted. 

"The clincher, though, was when I told her that I am to be paid for it. I am so happy I have told her and she is pleased from the money side of things as well." I leaned back in the chair, gazing at Michelle with a broad smile of self-satisfaction.

"That is one item ticked off then I guess." Michelle replied as she raised her glass to toast the milestone achievement. "Do you think she will ask more questions?"

"Shit yes." I replied, squeezing her hand. "She probably won't let up. But at least I have broken the news early on, which, together with upcoming Clare meetings and the like, puts it all into the same perspective as the build up for the other music tours, so it's all good."

Michelle drank deeply and nodded her agreement.

"Bastard!" Michelle exclaimed, smiling cheekily. "You have one up on me. I suppose I had better get my finger out." I knew what she meant.

"I can replace your finger with mine if you want?" I ran my hand lightly along her leg.

"I don't think so mister." She said, lifting my hand back up onto the table. "I'm too sensitive for any more of that today, but thank you very much for your offer."

We sat and drank and chatted about nothing in particular for a few moments. The sun had slipped below the roof line and now streamed onto the deck area where we were sitting. The warmth on my back felt soothing, like a soft caress. I felt so relaxed and cosy and my mind was wondering through all sorts of random thoughts and ideas.

"Why are we doing all this?" I mused out aloud, not really knowing why I had made the comment or even verbalised it.

"What a strange thing to say. Are you having regrets?"

"Hell no. I was just thinking out aloud."

"Do you have any answers?" She asked.

"I'm not sure...um, probably not."

"You know you can tell me anything?" She tenderly caressed my arm. "You would not have raised the subject if you didn't want to say something?" 

"I wouldn't want to burden you with my crap." I said into my glass.

'Ray, look at me please." I turned to her, her beaming smile and beautiful features beseeching me to divulge whatever it was that I had on my mind. "Take your time but if you have anything that is troubling you, now might be a good time to get it off your chest. I am here for you and I know you would do the same for me. You never know, I might feel the same way as you do about certain matters."

I nodded, taking solace in the words she had spoken. I looked to the heavens for some divine guidance and with a heavy sigh I attempted to give an answer or answers. I did not know where or how, precisely to begin, so I just uttered the first thoughts that came to me.

"She seems to resent everything that I do, everything I am... I feel in..." my words stuck in my throat, the deep well of my emotions, emotions I usually kept firmly suppressed, felt like they were on the verge of overwhelming me. I swallowed in an attempt to regain some composure.

"There is a lot more to this, isn't there?" It seemed an obvious question for Michelle to ask, but a necessary one.

"Oh God yes." I agreed forcing a smile.

"Is this because of your telephone conversation?"

"Partly," I replied, "she was not as overjoyed as I would have liked..."

"It was something which she was not expecting to hear, so I can only guess she might have been a little surprised and shocked. Plus it means you will be away and that will put the onus on her to fill the breech." Michelle offered.

"Are you trying to defend her?" I asked, a little perplexed by Michelle's comments.

"No. I am just reminding you that breaking news of this sort obviously came out of the blue."

I nodded, realising I was being over sensitive. I apologised for over reacting and Michelle gently scolded me for saying sorry. I smiled at her and continued after a moment of reflection. 

"No matter what I do, no matter what I say, I ultimately feel inferior...of little worth." I swallowed hard again and looked at the floor. I could feel the swell of the emotional tide brimming right behind my eyes. Michelle's words had sunk in; they made sense, but the hurt would not go away. Michelle was offering me a chance to talk about these deep feelings and as I had started on this path of divulgence, I did not want to deviate or waste the opportunity.

"Your self-esteem has taken a battering. Still is by the sound of it?" Michelle suggested.

I could not look at her but nodded in agreement. I could sense Michelle understood just how close to the mark she was on that point.

"I feel as though I live under constant scrutiny; like I'm constantly being appraised and measured against her male work colleagues and in her assessment, albeit based on very narrow inputs, is that I come up short every time. As a result I am the target of her disrespectful judgments..." I started shaking, the pain of expressing these long withheld thoughts pushing me close to tears and I was struggling to keep them at bay.

"You're right about it being disrespectful, Ray." Michelle said, comforting me. "It is very disrespectful to try to change a spouse's thinking by way of lecture, ridicule, threat, or negative aspersions and so on."

I looked at her surprised.

"Are you a counselor?" I asked, smiling weakly, although my question was meant with the deepest regard for her, both physically and emotionally.

"I have had some training during my nursing days. I always knew it come in handy, little did I know who with though." She kissed my hand, before continuing.

"You see, these 'attacks' on your personality, your character, your intelligence and values and the like, undermine the mutual respect that forms the basis of love. The tendency is then for you to retaliate in some way, in your case to withdraw and not share your ideas. Therefore, it becomes hard for you to love or give of yourself when you feel unfairly judged."

Michelle's assessment was spot on and put in words, precisely what my actions and my reactions had been and were.

"I suppose we have been drifting apart of quite a while." I said after a few more moments of silence. "I blew my stack a few weeks ago. I mean really blew my stack. I am not proud of it but at the time it made sense."

"Did you hit her?" Michelle sounded a bit shocked.

"No! No, Nothing like that. I could not live with myself if I did that." I looked Michelle in the eye and she smiled warmly. "She had done a few things over the preceding week or so, like arriving home and just walking past me as I opened the door, no hello, kiss my foot or anything, and I was feeling annoyed about it. I admit she was under a lot of work stress but...Well, these sorts of things plus a slow build-up of everything else, took me to the brink."

"Had you been drinking?" I looked at Michelle stunned.

"Were you there?" I asked, with a slight laugh.

"No." She beamed her brilliant smile at me. "I was just guessing. But, I think I am right? No?"

"Yes." I replied, feeling remorseful over the whole incident yet again. "I totally lost perspective. Don't get me wrong, most (or possibly some) of what I said needed to be said. My timing was not great and the circumstances were appalling and my conduct was totally out of line. At one point I told her, after she started to tell me, yet again, all that she does etc., I told her that what I was saying was not about her..." 

I had to stop for a moment; it was too hard to articulate what I wanted to say. I was shaking again. Michelle offered me my glass from which I drank deeply, a huge sigh of relief came from deep inside my gut.

"Thank you." I murmured, placing the glass back on the table.

I continued telling Michelle of the ramifications of that night and my wife's reaction. She listened attentively and added comments here and there. My emotions ebbed and flowed and all the while Michelle was the oil on my tormented seas.

"I think you are (were) right again on that point, Ray." Michelle offered. Her soft voice came to me through the fog of darkness that seemed to be surrounding me, my companion being the only beacon visible. "Selfishness, in milder forms, like you have described to me, is a lack of consideration and respect. Again you felt inferior and your self-esteem was (is) affected."

Yet again, I could not look at her but nodded.

"I am sorry for dumping all this on you. It's stupid of me to burden you..."

"Stupid!" Michelle exclaimed. "Stupid is the right word but used in the wrong context. I need you to look at me." 

Her expression was quite stern indeed.

"Stupid is a word that could be applied to you only if you had not spoken to me the way you have. Since you have told me some of your most hidden thoughts and feelings, the word stupid, either literally or metaphorically, does not apply. Got it?"

"Yes, sorry." I was astonished at her response despite the reassurance of its message.

"And stop saying sorry." She added, beaming her glorious smile at me before kissing me lightly on the cheek.

"Sorry." I uttered, and then laughed realising what I had said. Michelle joined in and the whole mood of the moment instantly brightened.

"What about you? Do you have any answers?" I asked.

"The physical side of our relationship has dropped right off over the last five or so years." She offered as a start. I empathised with her on that aspect but suggested it was possibly over a much longer period for me.

Having started the discussion we ploughed on into some more of the darker corners of our respective relationships. Sex, or the lack of it, was certainly a common dominator. She had some empathy for what I had outlined earlier, but maybe on a lesser scale, but being generally dissatisfied with our respective relationships was another commonality. The conversation flowed effortlessly. We both felt comfortable with each other and the environment we had around us, both physically and emotionally, made us feel safe and secure. Throughout this time of revelation we found we both were very sexual people, which made us laugh, considering what we had discovered together and had been up to recently.

"I think I have 'had' you more times, these past few weeks, than I have done with my wife over the last year...make that two years, maybe three. She is just not interested, or too tired, or both." I said to Michelle, an ever increasing sense of relief coursing through my body with every word I spoke. 

"Ray, you have to understand that without affectionate gestures and words, love seems hollow and not as believable. I suppose that is why we find ourselves here, together." 

"Looking for love in all the wrong places?"

"Or the right places." Michelle replied with a cheeky grin. "It's all a matter of interpretation of what is a right or a wrong place."

"If I did not know you better I would have thought you were Phryne Fisher from Miss Fishers Murder Mysteries." I commented, looking at Michelle over the rim of my glass. "She is one sassy lady."

"I'll drink to that compliment. Thank you."

We continued our discussion. We were both aware and respected the fact that our respective spouses were hard working people, but the continuous complaints about their work related situations and always being tired, were a mutually common feature we had to deal with...with monotonous regularity. I was had to admit I was shocked to hear that Michelle, like me, felt similarly as she always had a smile on her face but she assured me that sometimes it was a front, particularly when with friends and family. Again, I was deeply shocked yet happy I could empathise wholeheartedly. 

"I suppose the burning question is, why not leave?" Michelle asked, a little unexpectedly I had to admit.

"During the first ten to fifteen years, I was scared to lose her. Since then I have stayed for the children's sake; acting as a bit of protective barrier between her mood swings and them, plus helping them understand why she acted in certain ways. Of late, I have contemplated walking out but I...I could not leave our youngest daughter. We have such a close relationship I could not hurt her that way, plus I would miss her too much...my daughter not my wife, oh you know what I mean."

I asked Michelle the same question. She concurred with my remarks and sentiments.

"It would be hard to do and I often wonder if it would bring freedom and happiness or not." I added.

"Not sure." Michelle commented, her eyes looking off into space. I grasped her hand.

We looked at each other; her eyes locked onto mine, our fingers tightly entwined and not a word was said for quite some time. The warm sun glowed upon us as we digested what we had revealed to each other. For me, these were issues that I had not dared tell anyone previously and Michelle seemed to be in the same boat. The world seemed small at that moment; the focal point consisted of the two of us. We felt like kindred spirits; unwilling to forsake what we had independent of each other but happy to grasp this new connection and solidarity, even if it defied moral and ethical conventions. 

"Michelle?" I said, feeling my body shaking with another wave of pent up emotion. "The only way I can think of to describe how I feel right now is... Um, 'being lost but now found'... Does that make sense?"

She swallowed hard and her hand clamped around mine. Her hands trembled as she tightened her grip, trying to hide the raw emotions of what we had told each other. Again, we looked deeply at each other, both of us trying desperately not to be the first to break down into tears. We looked at each other, slightly strained smiles crossing our faces as we fought the compulsion to cry, which ultimately made us both start to chuckle.

"I think we need more wine." I announced suddenly and shrugged. "Someone had to break the mood, so I decided to take the initiative. I have a bottle I think you would like. I won't be a moment."

"Good idea." She agreed, her beaming smile making the sun seem weak by comparison. "I need to pee, anyway. Phew, that was quite some chat!"

I laughed and kissed her gently on the cheek. She stood and we embraced gently at first and then more forcefully. We seemed to gain strength simply by pulling each other closer. 

"Don't be as long as you were last time!" She scolded as I left the table. 

Within minutes I was back at her table and pouring a glass of wine each. Michelle had refilled a glass bowl with some Sicilian green olives and removed the seeds remaining from the early ones we had scoffed. The quiet surroundings enveloped us again as we chatted, this time on much lighter topics. Her eyes were as blue as her pool and her hair shone with the sun streaming through the trees behind her. During the intervening time that I was away the first time, to change my clothes as a result of the erotic squirt session, Michelle had changed into a pair of tight fitting navy jeans over which she worn a lightweight, white knitted top with a plunging V neckline. The white of her top could only be described as brilliant white; it must have been new, I guessed. Yet it was not a stark colour. In fact, it had a soft look to it and I could only surmise that it felt equally soft against her skin when worn. To my admiring eye she was a splendid sight as her top fitted beautifully to her every curve and tantalisingly revealed just enough cleavage to make my mouth water. Michelle must have noticed I was giving her neckline some intense scrutiny. 

"You certainly seem attracted to these puppies?" She said, leaning back and breathing deeply, her breasts thrusted upward under her top. I could see the outline of her nipples as the material pulled taut across those magnificent globes.

I panted like a puppy dog, which was a bit silly but she had used the term and it was all I could think of doing or saying at the time.

Michelle slowly pulled her top up and her bare breasts bobbed free and bounced in front of my face.

"Oh my giddy aunt." I exclaimed at her sudden exposure. Her nipples were a pink/red colour, the nubs lying flat at present but seemed to be rising slightly as I looked upon them in all their rounded brilliance. Michelle cupped her breasts and squeezed them gently from beneath causing her button sized nipples to pop forward.

"They're all for you. Do whatever you want to do with them." She said thrusting them out for me to see. 

I quickly threw myself onto my knees in front of her. She pushed her chair side on so I could get right in front of her. I looked deeply into her eyes as I dipped my mouth closer to her voluptuous bosom. I gently kneaded her glorious breasts, admiring the light freckle covering near her chest and the way the freckles disappeared deep into her cleavage. Squeezing them together and bringing the nipples closer, I leant in close with my tongue extended. I kept my eyes locked with hers as I greedily sucked both nipples, together, into my mouth.

Michelle gasped at the touch of my lips and mouth on her chest. She arched her back and caressed my head and hair as I fed on her boobs, dripping saliva into her lap. I continued to knead, suck, and lick them until her nipples were hard like marbles and she was moaning for more. I dipped my head lower and sucked hard on her tit flesh, attacking the underside of each breast and trying as hard as I could to devour as much of the soft heated breast meat as I could. Michelle caught her breath as I reached her nipple again leaving a trail of saliva from the point where her breast rose from her ribs all the way to the tip of each hardened orb. Again, I locked her eyes with mine, only now her eyes had taken on a smouldering hue. I squeeze them together so her cleavage was nothing more than a thin line and licked her nipples, pressed together as if they were one, as fast as I could. I turned my attention to each singularly, taking the left nipple and rounded skin into my mouth, or as much of it as I could, while she fed it into my mouth. As I switched to her right breast I heard Michelle urging me on and moaning for me not to stop. Her breasts soon had a deep pink colour to them from my torrid attention.

"Do you like my breasts?" She asked, pressing them forward for me to attack. "I really like all the attention you give them. I never knew I could get so excited just thinking of you looking at them even when they are hidden from your direct view."

"I am happy to be able to give them such a close seeing too, my lady." I replied, sucking one nipple and tweaking the other between my thumb and fore finger. 




Community Involvement Ch. 06



"Seems like you can't get enough of them...not that I'm complaining." Michelle moaned and pulled me closer to her chest, thrusting my mouth onto her boob more firmly. 

I moved my hand to press into her crotch, my hardened cock needing some relief, and that secret area between her lovely thighs seemed the obvious place to get it. 

"No, Ray. Please. I am far too sensitive down there... It's your fault as you know." She kissed my brow, my lips were still clamped on her tit.

"I do know of a solution though!" She grabbed my attention with that remark.

"I want you to tit-fuck me." 

To say I was in disbelief of what I had just heard was an understatement. Michelle assured me I had heard correctly, as I kneaded her breasts firmly in each hand.

"I have been doing some research of my own." She said, a look of pride at her endeavour crossing her cheeky face.

"What sort of research?" I enquired.

"Not the sort where I sit you in front of a computer," she replied with a hint of sarcasm. "Not like you did to me with the squirting material a few weeks ago."

"I was just trying to help!" I said with a broad grin, the tip of my tongue flicking each nipple.

"Oh, you did, and I know we both got a lot of benefit out of it." Her fingers combed through my hair as I gently fed on her breast.

"You can say that again." I quickly added and then returned to feast on her breast.

"Oh, you did, and I know we both...

"Ha, ha, funny girl." I interrupted, amused at her attempted humour as I played with her glorious tits. 

"You're a bad influence and it's rubbing off." She reprimanded me gently. 

"Back to tit-fucking. It is something I have heard about but never experienced. Are you up for it?" 

"Feel for yourself?" I said, standing up and thrusting the front of my jeans toward her face.

Her hand glided up along my thighs and across the zipper of my jeans. The mere touch of her delicate fingers made me groan with desire.

"Like I said, I've never done this before." She reiterated. "Besides, I want to see you spray me with your..."

I could not believe my ears but I was not about to decline such an amazing offer. I unbuttoned the waist of my jeans as she massaged my balls through the material. Eager to feel her hand on my penis I quickly pushed the fly open and shoved my jeans and underwear down to knee level. Michelle's hand wrapped around my rod as she raised her right foot and forced my clothing down, past my knees and held them to the floor until I finally managed to get out of them.

"Hmm, now that is much better." She whispered, her eyes and hands fixed onto my groin. She moved her head closer as she raised her eyes to lock with mine. I wanted to thrust my cock deep into her mouth but held off actioning my desire in deference to Michelle's suggestion. Her soft lips encircled the tip of my cock and held it there, teasing me. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she felt the shudders of pleasure pulsing through me as she increased then decreased the pressure of her lips on the tip. 

Suddenly she released me and beamed her beautiful smiling face toward me. 

"We'll need some sort of lubrication I think?" Her fingers lightly traced little circles on my sac. "Saliva can only partially do the job, so I had better go and see what I have in the bathroom." She pushed her chair away from the table as she stood. Her hand clamped onto my shaft as she turned to go. 

"I won't be long." She said, stroking my hard cock as she kissed me gently on the lips. "I'll need you sitting on the edge of the table, ready for my return." She added as she briskly walked inside. Her top was still pulled up over her breasts and my penis throbbed in unison with the sway of them as she walked. 

Michelle returned within a minute of her departure, which made me think she had planned the whole thing: the sexy washing up attire and now tit-fucking were circumstantial evidence enough to prove my point. However, I was not about to question any part of it.

Curiously, Michelle stopped her approach just short of her chair. There was a small sauce styled bottle in her hand. She asked me to hold the bottle and smiled warmly, commenting that she was glad to see my penis had not lost any of its glory. She then crossed her arms across her mid rift and curled her delicate fingers under the hem of her top. As quick as a flash, she removed her white top, fully exposing her magnificent womanly globes. I noted with delight how the flesh of her breasts pulled upward as she removed her knitted top and the lovely bouncing sway of them as she brought her arms down and folded the garment. She looked down at her bounty and turned toward me, swaying her shoulders which made her boobs move even more seductively.

"Does sir approve?" She asked, swaying her well-proportioned breasts for my exclusive delight. 

"Absolutely!" I replied, making some rather silly slurping sounds, which I then wished I had not. Fortunately, Michelle did not seem to mind.

"Please sit on the table, like I asked you?" She demanded, in a playfully stern manner.

"Well done." Her slight touch of sarcasm reminded me of a kindergarten teacher. I had placed my butt on the edge of the table with my legs out stretched to the floor and my cock pointing off into space.

Michelle pulled her chair under herself as she sat. Her breasts hung forward as she reached back to get the chair, the weight of them pulling the fullness away from her chest, concaving them significantly but then resting back to their ripe full roundedness once she was seated. She asked me to warp my feet through and under the arms of her chair so she could get in close.

"This oil is a special mixture I have made myself." She said, showing me the container and tilting it toward my member. "It is an edible oil mixture I found on a web site with some strawberry essence added. It tastes quite good."

"I'll take your word for it." I said, eagerly waiting for her to make use of it. 

"I'll rub it on your cock first." She insisted. 

I leant back resting my hands behind me on the table. Michelle tipped the bottle side on and dribbled a small amount of the oil over the thick purple head of my cock. With a delicate touch of her finger tip, she dabbed a little and lifted it for me to try. It was indeed a very strawberry flavour; sweet at first with an oily, but not unpleasant, aftertaste. 

"Quite palatable. I wouldn't mind to rubbing it all over your tits." I offered.

"We'll see." She replied her attention fully focused on applying the oil to my thick penis.

With her thumb and forefinger, she made a mouth like aperture of her hand, and gently slipped it onto the tip of my cock. I spasmed at her touch, the slippery feel of her skin against the sensitive head sent a delicious wave of desire through my every fibre. Carefully, Michelle drizzled more oil across her palm. The funnel effect of her hand concentrated the flow directly on to its intended target and it was my pleasure to be that target.

Slowly, Michelle pushed her thumb and forefinger down, firmly keeping contact with every millimetre of cock flesh. It felt like her mouth was devouring me instead of her hand, the oil made it feel like her salvia on my shaft. I closed my eyes as her hand descended to finally bottom out against my pelvis. She flexed her wrist while keeping a firm grip with her fingers around the shaft, slowly and methodically applying the oil with tender loving care. She kept her hand pressed firmly against my groin as she teasingly caressed the turgid head with her teeth.

"Aarrggghhhh," I groaned as her teeth grazed the sensitive skin of my knob and her expert tongue speared into the blind eye.

"Yum." She exclaimed bringing her mouth away from its exploratory excursion of my cock. "It certainly tastes better with some body heat applied." 

She smiled wickedly. Her eyes had a smouldering and dangerous look while her hand pumped me, spreading the oil broadly all over my genitals. She paid particular attention to the sensitive spot on the underside of my cock head, causing me to buck with each contact she made. My head was spinning and my chest was heaving; deeply inhaling in response to her exquisite manipulations. 

"I think you are ready." She announced. 

With a mixture of disappointment and delirious excitement, I watched, transfixed, as she moved her chair closer and lifted the oil bottle.

"Now, you just enjoy the show." She said, bringing her left arm up under her wobbling breasts. To my amazement, she lifted her arm slightly with her breasts resting on her forearm. Her hand slipped around the outside of her right boob and with the press between hand and the L of her arm, her cleavage became invitingly deeper. She liberally poured oil over the upper swell of her chest, smiling seductively at me as she put the bottle aside. She released her breasts from her embrace and placed her palms flat across her upper swells and slowly pushed her fingers down into her devastating cleavage. I languidly stroked my cock as I drank in the salacious scene. Satisfied her cleavage had been oiled enough Michelle glided her palms slowly to the top of her breasts, then turned her hands, fingers downward, and followed the crease of breast and body. She shook her hair back, coolly eyeing me and the thick cock that was encased within my hand. Her palms cupped her breasts, gently squeezing the soft warm skin under her globes which made her nipples point at me more enticingly. With a steady movement, she gradually brought her palms upward, her fingers kneading her flesh and spreading the fragrant oil on her body. Finally, she reached her nipples and applied the oil with the flat of her palm to the hard nubs. 

"Oh, Michelle, I hope you're ready, because I cannot hold back much longer." I gasped.

She nodded, her own chest rising and falling heavily. She was ready and keen to have her first tit-fuck and desperately wanted watch me explode. 

She arched her back in a sexy display of her readiness, her breasts and cleavage glistening with oil. I shifted forward as far as I could go without falling off as Michelle cupped her superb globes again. She wantonly dribbled a little more oil between them before she moved closer. Her hot melons parted as she lifted them slightly and then she gently squeezed them together and offered her soft valley to me. She gently encircled the head of my cock so I couldn't see it, making me groan aloud as the slippery heat of her tits encased my rod. Michelle moved her shoulders a little with my fully oiled cock in between. 

Teasingly, she increased the pressure, fully encasing my penis with her tender breasts. She raised them slowly and then pushed down to reveal the purple head which was oozing precum. She looked down and flicked her tongue across the eye and scooped up the small pearly drop. I jumped at the intense sensation.

"Hmmm, tastes as good as it looks." She smiled, engulfing the thick head before sliding her breasts upward again.

I could not talk. I was in heaven and in need of an almighty come. I rocked my hips, trying to get a rhythm, or at least to communicate my need to her. Michelle read the signs and started thrusting her chest up and down the length of my swelling cock. What a sight she was, this gorgeous woman, my next door neighbour, giving me an amazing work over with her glorious tits; tits that were capped with incredibly hard nipples, her freckle dappled flesh gripping my cock and driving me closer to the edge of an amazing orgasm. With each deep downward movement the thick purple head appeared, sliding effortlessly into view, covered with a mixture of Michelle's wonder lube and precum, which Michelle expertly added to with her out stretched tongue. Coupled with her wonderful body, Michelle had a look of happiness on her face as well, a look combined with targeted concentration. I could tell she was determined to please. The overall sensation of having her generous mounds milking me in a glorious tit fuck was quickly becoming too much to bear, and the added sight of her lusty licks and her knowing smile make resisting nearly impossible. I couldn't move; my sac had tightened...I was ready to explode! 

"Michelle..." I groaned, "Going...to...come..."

"Yes, my love." She purred. "Let me see you blast your stuff all over my tits."

"She had called me her love." I thought to myself.

My senses went wild as she fucked my cock as hard and fast as she could between her oil coated boobs. 

"That's it!" she hissed, pumping me as quickly as she was able. "Cum all over them. I want to see you blast your white hot stuff on them. I want to feel it!"

Her raunchy words sent me over the edge. I thrust forward and upward as she held me firmly in her cleavage. I cried out, my purple glan drooling and then spurting a white glob of cum against her chin giving her a hot pearly necklace. I pushed upward as best I could, my teeth clenched as two more streams erupted from me, one on each orb. I keep pushing into her cleft, trying to drain as much cum onto her body as I could manage, a long line of hot spunk trailed from her chin, down her chest and into her cleavage. 


"Oh my god." She cried. "I loved watching you come on my tits. I feel like I have had an orgasm with you. That was so intense."

She was breathing hard and so was I as I pulled my cock free of her cleavage and pumped the diminishing shaft, jerking it slowly, drawing a final dribble of cum which I deposited across each nipple. As a finale, I gently slapped my slick shaft against her heaving chest, pushing a drop of my goo to the edge of her areola which duly slid down the swell of her breast. As I pushed the last drops of sperm from my cock I flicked it at her body. One drop landed on her cheek, which surprised her, the last one I carefully smeared on her nipples. I sat back on the table and looked more closely, admiring the way my essence had dribbled down her cleavage with still more on her globes, both areas covered with a mixture of my cum and Michelle's special oil. 

"Did you enjoy that?" She asked, languidly making cum circles across her chest. "I have certainly learnt something today... I like tit-fucking. How many times have you have been tit-fucked?"

"You're the first, my love. I have to admit, it felt so good I'm going to want to fuck them again." 

I leaned down and kissed her warmly.

"Tit-fuck virginity...lost!" She whispered and made a motion with her hand as if ticking off a to-do list.

"I guess we have." I said, kissing her fingers. 

"That certainly was intense." I agreed, taking a deep breath. "If it were any more intense, we would have ourselves a camping site."

Michelle groaned and pulled a painful face. I had to laugh; it was a bad joke, but worth it. Michelle slapped my behind and told me to behave.

"More wine?" I offered.

"More wine? Yes please but no more puns." She warned, smiling. She leaned back and scooped up some of my come and rubbed it on her cheek. "It's good for the skin!"

We both laughed. What an amazing, crazy relationship we had found together and the future seemed like it might get even more amazing and crazy. 

I looked at my watch and sighed.

"I suppose we had better get cleaned up?"

"What time is it?" Michelle asked, suddenly sounding anxious.

"A little after two."

"Phew. I thought you were going to say three then. I have to do the school pick up run this afternoon so I have to be away from here on later than three." She picked up her knitted top and I could not help but reach out for a handful of her swinging breast.

She slapped my hand away and gave me an exasperated look.

"No touchie. Got it?" 

"Yes ma'am." I replied smiling. "They looked so inviting..."

"I'm sure they do but right now is neither the time nor the place for such shenanigans. How about you go have a quick shower while I start to clean up?"

"Thank you, I will. Then while you shower I can help with the remainder."

"If you could that would be super." She said, smiling broadly. "You're a gem." 

We both had a quick refresh under the shower and, once dressed, got busy filling the dishwasher. We surveyed the deck and kitchen and all was in order; a job well done. We both sighed with relief to have finished that task but there was also an increasing air of foreboding surrounding us. I looked at my watch again; it was two forty.

"I had better go." I said, turning to Michelle, this time pressing her gorgeous butt against the sink. "I hope I get to talk to you at least over the next couple of weeks."

"We'll just have to wait and see, unfortunately. With the school holidays we both get stretched for time. Then before you know it, I'll be off on that trip for ten days, so I guess this is au revoir." She smiled at me but I could tell there were unhappy emotions behind it.

"I feel the same." I said to her tenderly. She buried her head into my shoulder as her arms wrapped tightly about my waist. "You know where to find me if you need."

"Ditto." I smiled into her hair, instantly recalling the use of that word in the movie Ghost. I then had another flash back and laughed. Michelle was startled and looked up at me.

"What's so funny?"

"I just had a flashback to 1971 of all things." She looked at me amused and confused. "I would have been fourteen at the time. It was the last day of my first year in high school. I had started going with this girl, her name was Caroline, and we would not be able to see each other at all over the summer holidays. We were trying to say goodbye at the station and it was so difficult. It took us about two hours to finally agree to leave each other. I even remember hearing 'Sealed With A Kiss' by Bobby Vinton coming from somewhere. The chorus starts, 'Yes, It's gonna be cold and lonely summer.' Isn't that bizarre?"

"Yes, and no." She laughed and then, seeing the time, she continued with a slight urgency. "But on that note, I am going to kick you out. No two hour delays allowed this time around I am afraid." 

I knew she was right and time was our enemy. We walked to her door with our arms around each other. 

"Good luck with Clare." Michelle whispered as we started to say our goodbyes again. "I know she will look after you." 

Her cheeky smile told me everything. We kissed briefly and wrapped each other up in an emotionally powerful embrace. It was time...we had to part (for now).



Community Involvement Ch. 07



Forlornly, I waved goodbye to Michelle as she drove off to do her school pick up run. As I went inside I reflected on the amazing day we had spent together (the last full day we would have for quite a number of weeks); two squiring orgasms for Michelle, a first time tit fuck for me (for both us to be exact) and a very deep and meaningful discussion about relationships. In particular, our respective marital relationships and some of the previously undiscussed circumstances that, without any forethought or planning by either of us, had ultimately delivered us into each other's arms. I shook my head in delightful disbelief at my (and Michelle's) good fortune. 

There was no denying the fact that I was looking forward to the school holidays that were due to start at the end of the following week as it meant some good times with my daughter. However, it also meant time away from Michelle. 

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder," I thought to myself, which turned into a chuckle as another idea popped into my head. "I wonder if the same can be said for a cock?" 

I busied myself tidying up the kitchen and generally getting to house in some sort of order while waiting for my daughter to arrive home from school. I checked my emails and wrote some replies and updated my calendar accordingly for the following week. Time slipped by quickly and before I knew it, it was 3.30pm. I was just about to leave my home office to go downstairs and make some tea when the phone rang. The caller ID was blocked. Instinctively I thought of ignoring the call to avoid talking to a bank or dealing with telemarketers but then I remembered Clare's call earlier in the week was ID barred, as it channelled through the school switchboard network, so I took a chance and answered. 

"Hi Ray, it is Clare." I was relieved it was the one person calling that I was eager to hear from, the warmth of her voice a delight to my ear. 

"Hi Clare. Good of you to call." 

"I hope I haven't caught you with your pants down?" She laughed at her remark. I thought it a bit crass but from my limited experience with Clare I understood where she was coming from. 

"No, you haven't, but even if you had, it would not be of any consequence." 

"Oh, I don't know," she said provocatively. "It could make for some interesting dialogue over the phone. Who knows what it might lead to?" 

"We'll have to leave that kind of chat for another time, I'm afraid. I am expecting my daughter home any minute." 

"What a spoil sport," she laughed. "I guess I'll just have to cut to the chase." 

"What can I do you for?" I asked, enjoying the levity, but also wanting to get off the phone. 

"Now that is a bit more like it. Oh, but you don't have time for me now. I'll just have to wait my turn. How about next Thursday? Can you squeeze me in?" 

"Sure." 

"I am so pleased you can fit me into your tight schedule. How does ten o'clock in my office sound?" The first part of her response was laced with a sarcastic sound that I did not really appreciate. Rather than take issue, I decided to let it slide and further explore the sexual innuendo ridden aspect of our chat. 

"I thought you were the one with the tight schedule?" I quipped. "Anyway, regardless of who's schedule, or anything else for that matter, is tight or not, I am sure either way it can be stretched to accommodate, don't you agree?" 

"You have aroused my level of expectation, Ray. I looked forward to continuing this discussion next Thursday. You had better come prepared." 

"Ten o'clock, your office, I'll be there." 

"I just hope Michelle hasn't exhausted your capacities?" 

"I can neither confirm nor deny that last assertion, but I have good recuperative powers; I am sure I will be able rise to the occasion, Clare. See you then." 

I got off the phone, amused and a bit annoyed at the double entendre filled phone call. The dalliance with Clare the week before was very enjoyable, to say the least, make that extremely enjoyable, but I knew she was up to something and not knowing what was troubling. I shrugged it off, assuming it was all part of a little game Clare seemed to enjoy playing with me, updated my calendar with the Clare appointment details and started downstairs. I had no sooner started to boil the kettle when my mobile rang again. 

"When are you going to see Clare?" Michelle asked without any formal greeting. I was surprised and overjoyed to hear her voice. 

"Funny you should ask. I just got off the phone with her." 

"I am surprised you were able to get off over the phone, I thought I had drained you." Michelle's cheeky comment made me smile. 

"She did prick my attention with some rather saucy double meanings." I could not stop myself, I just had to laugh. Michelle joined in and we bantered on for a short time longer. She explained that she was still waiting for her son to come out of a late finishing choir rehearsal and had run into Clare. 

"So, when are you going to see Clare?" she asked. "Next Thursday, at ten o'clock, in her orifice." 

"I assume you meant office and were teasing me. However, that may explain her huge grin when I saw her a few minutes ago," Michelle mused. "She asked if I had heard from you, but we got interrupted when her mobile rang and she had to go." 

"I only got off, um, let me rephrase that," I laughed. "We only finished fixing the timing a few minutes ago. I was just making a cup of tea for myself and now I have the pleasure of hearing your voice." 

"That is nice to hear, thank you," Michelle replied, and then she added in a rather nonchalant tone, "The pupils actually finish on Wednesday, which means there will only be staff at the school on Thursday. You had better get plenty of rest between now and then. Your first experience with her was... um, unconventional, shall we say." 

I spluttered into my cup. Thankfully, a napkin was within close reach. 

"Yes, it was an unconventional interview, as you put it." I laughed and coughed at the same time and 

quickly wiped my mouth and chin, relieved not have spilt tea all over myself. "Informative is another word to describe it." 

"I bet you are hoping to get a lot more information at your next meeting?" Michelle was deliberately baiting me in a humorous way. 

"I am eager to find out if I have secured that casual teaching position she was looking into, first and foremost." 

"Absolutely!" Michelle agreed excitedly, but I could tell she was not going to leave the subject there. "It will be interesting to see how it will all work out for you. You have to remember though, she will be the boss and you will be working under her..." 

"I am not sure which position we will end up in. Like you said, she will be the boss, so I am happy to let her decide. I just have to make sure I keep my end of the bargain up." As much as I tried, I could not keep a straight face, or voice in this case. 

"You are nothing but a tease," she exclaimed, her sexy voice soothing any reservations I might have had concerning my dealing with Clare. 

"I suppose I could be accused of that, but I certainly don't leave you disappointed." 

"No, you certainly haven't disappointed," she purred. "Not so far." We both had to laugh at that comment. 

"Seriously though, you don't mind?" I asked, genuinely concerned. 

'Ray. What we have, you and I together, I mean, is something gloriously pleasurable. The sex is great , and don't let that go to your head," she chortled, "and the comfort we have with each other on so many levels, is something we deeply cherish. But that cannot stand in the way of... um..." She was searching for the right words. 

"Developing our own sense of our selves through interactions with other people..." I offered. 

"Yep. That will do nicely, thank you." Michelle sounded pleased with my interjection. "Long story short, as far as you and I go, we can screw who we want, when we want etcetera, but we still have each other to fall back on. Right?" 

"Damn straight!" 

"Good. Now, no more concerns about Clare." Michelle had put on her motherly voice as she scolded me. "You just make damn sure you get yourself on that trip." 

"Yes Ma'am." I said in an admonished voice, which made Michelle laugh. 

"There is one thing I have to do before seeing Clare though. I have to get my hair cut." 

"It is a bit wild at the moment," Michelle added. 

"Is that so?" I retorted, trying to sound injured. 

"Yes!" 

"I hate it when you're right." We both laughed. We chatted lightly for a few more minutes before my thoughts turned to our being apart. 

"Today was our last time together for about three weeks, if I am not mistaken." 

"Yes, unfortunately. The actual school holiday break is two weeks, which includes Easter and ANZAC Day this time around. Then I am away from the Tuesday after school resumes for ten days." I could hear the emotion in her voice. "It is more like four weeks we will be apart." 

"We can still say hello over the fence if we get the opportunity," I reminded her. It was not like we would not be seeing each other at all. Michelle concurred and we discussed various options to keep our respective siblings entertained. Finally, the time had arrived and we had to take our leave of each other. It was sad in many respects because of all that we had discussed recently as well as the sexual activity. However, we did have many bright points to help get us through. There was the Clare meeting and all the tour arrangements to get organised, both individually and as a team. On top of that, we still had the opportunity of spending two nights and close to three days together to look forward to, well before the music tour. 

"The future looks so bright, I have to wear shades," I said, quoting the song title. She laughed heartily. 

We said our goodbyes, for the thousandth time it seemed, and hung up. As I still had the phone in my hand I decided to make the hair cut appointment before I forgot. 

"Hello, Nicolina speaking." 

"Hi Bella," I answered, "How are you?" 

"Hi Ray. I am good. So, tell me?" I smiled to myself. That was Nicolina's typical question when clients rang to make appointments. It was unusual but, hey, it worked. 

"Could I get a haircut at nine thirty on Monday?" I liked to get the first appointment on a Monday as it was always quieter. Nicolina was the only person who worked on a Monday and being first up meant no distracting chatter with other clients; I had Nicolina all to myself. 

"I might be a little late on Monday. Is 9.45 okay?" 

"No problem." I was relieved to have that organised. All I had to do now was get all the information I needed to take to Clare sorted. 

It was 9.30am when I arrived outside the door to Nicolina's salon. The morning peak hour traffic had been good for a change so the drive into the CBD to drop my wife off was quick and easy. The drive back out to the inner western suburb where Nicolina was located was a little congested but moving and I was lucky enough to find a parking spot right out front. The salon was still in darkness, indicating Nicolina was running late as she had suggested she might be. The sunny morning made it pleasant to wait by the door and catch up on some of the overnight European football scores. 

After a short while I looked up and saw her walking toward me. She was smoking a cigarette with her large leather bag slung over her shoulder as she made her way along the foot path. She was wearing a knee length denim skirt, a sunflower yellow coloured shirt and black flat soled slip-on shoes. Her jet black, shoulder length hair was newly bobbed, and it swished and swayed as she walked. From my vantage point, she looked in a vibrant and buoyant mood which always made for good conversation during my time with her. I go out of the car and waved. 

"Hi Ray," she said as she got closer. "How are you? Sorry, I am late." 

"Ciao Bella. I'm fine. How are you?" Nicolina was of Italian decent so I liked to use some of the limited Italian words and phrases I knew when conversing with her. She also found it amusing when I got it wrong. "You're not late. You mentioned you would be here around 9.45...I was early, in fact." 

Before opening the door she leant towards me to give me a kiss on each cheek in typical European fashion. She placed her hands on my shoulders and tilted her head to my right so I raised my hands toward her hips. Although unintentional, I misjudged and my palms settled on either side of her upper abdomen and as she moved to kiss me her body shifted causing them to move higher. I could feel the heat of her body through her shirt and the swell of the underside of her breasts against my thumbs. I 

quickly decided to take advantage of the opportunity and shifted my hand slightly higher which brought my palms into contact with the sides of her breasts. It was only a brief contact but enough to give me a sense of her heavy breast flesh through her underwired lace covered bra. 

"Uno momento." She said after breaking our greeting. She placed the key into the lock to open it and did not seem to have noticed my touch of her breast or if she had, she made no issue of it not seemed upset. 

"There!" She smiled broadly, holding the door open for me after she had disarmed the alarm. "Come in. I'm glad you're my first customer, I always like talking with you." 

"I like speaking to you too." I replied, watching her behind as she walked across the salon to turn on the lights. "That is why I like to see you first thing on Mondays. It's just you and me plus it's quieter and a lot less chaotic." 

"You should have been here on Saturday." She laughed. "It was bedlam." 

Nicolina's salon, though small, had a more efficiently laid out floor plan compared to her previous one. She initially ran the business for the owners, who had two other premises, but the husband died and the wife sold the business to Nicolina about three years ago. The area was predominantly an Old Italian suburb about 10 kilometres from the centre of Sydney and with Nicolina's Italian background, the local women all came to her. From outside, her front door is on the left hand side of the frontage, and as you enter her reception desk is a metre in from the door. The interior is about five metres wide by four metres deep and looks out onto the footpath where she puts a table and some chairs; Nicolina's smoking spot. 

Directly behind the reception desk is a small room divider with some product display shelves which extends about one meter in from the left hand wall. Directly behindthis wall, Nicolina has a small coffee machine over a bar fridge and two hair washing stations. Along the right hand wall she has two long wall mounted mirrors and two swivel chairs; this is where she plies her hair dressing talents. At the back of this area there is a small table and two doors. The table is where her colleague and resident beautician, Lillie, does her nail treatments and the like. The first of the doors at the back, which is located centrally along the rear wall, leads into a room where Lillie does all her specialised beautician work and the second door, located in the far right corner leads out to the toilet facilities. It is small when compared to most salons but functional and Nicolina was happier due to cheaper rent, if nothing else. 

With the lights on, Nicolina raised the front blinds. The morning sun burst in, filling the salon with a happy glow that seemed to match her demeanour perfectly. 

"You seem very cheerful and bouncy this morning?" I observed. 

"Thank you. I had a really good night's sleep for a change. I have also been getting up earlier and going for a brisk five to ten kilometre walk, depending on how much time I have available. I have been feeling good for doing the exercise. It helps me overcome the stress of standing all day in here." She smiled brightly and her big brown eyes shone. 

"Now all you have to do is give those up," I said, pointing to the cigarette packet that had fallen from her bag. 

"Tell me about it," she answered with a sigh as she reached for the small table which was to go outside. 

"I'll do that," I offered. 

"Okay, thank you. You take the table and I'll take the chairs." She stepped back so I could grasp the table. I picked it up and watched as she bent to pick up the chairs. As she leaned forward, her yellow shirt dropped forward, exposing her bra covered chest to my hungry eyes. 

"She definitely has great tits for her age ," I thought to myself as I fixed my gaze onto her swaying bosom. I knew from previous conversations that Nicolina came from Calabria, in the south of Italy, and her complexion was typical of the region. Dark, olive skin, big brown eyes, jet black hair; Mediterranean looks, no question and a good looking package she was to boot. She had some signs of ageing around her eyes but her skin still looked soft and youthful. I did not have any clue of her actual age but if I had to guess I would think she would have been in her late fifties. 

Nicolina was not short either. I had only seen her in the salon where she always wore flat shoes but she still reached at least 175cm tall (5ft 8'). Today however, was an exception in terms of her attire, as normally she wore dark colours to work. Despite her age, she had a good figure, especially her breasts, which were rounded and full as they nestled in her bra. She had a bit of a rounded bump tummy, which I knew from previous discussions, was from the sad occasion of having to deliver, via Caesrean section, a still born child; her only child as it turned out. I assumed that was part of the reason she immersed herself in her work. 

I dared not move, drinking in sight of her breast flesh as they concaved with the weight of her bosom as she bent to pick up the chairs. 

"They look heavy?" I said, fully intending my comment to be directed to the chairs but inwardly 

meaning her tits. 

"They are not heavy," she replied straightening and smiling. "I was just being careful of how I gripped them. I didn't want to break my nails." 

"No, there is no Lillie today to fix them if you did," I laughed. 

I held the door open and we went out and arranged the setting to her desired positions. "Coffee?" she asked. I accepted readily and we went back inside. 

I followed her in admiring the sway of her hips under her snug fitting denim skirt. Just as we were about to pass the front desk, she paused, saying she had to find a piece of paper from Saturday and pick up the fallen cigarettes. She picked them up and threw them under the desk. As she fished around, looking for the paper on a low shelf, her shirt billowed open again, revealing her deep and inviting cleavage. With her every movement her breasts swayed seductively. I noted the way they pressed heavily into the cups of her black under wire bra. If I was any judge, I would have thought the material was under serious stress. 

"Probably a far greater pressure than what my crotch is experiencing in the confines of my jeans," I thought to myself. "Although..." 

I could not move. I wanted to take in the wonderful sight for as long as possible. It was all I could do not to thrust a hand inside her top and grab a handful of boob but resist I did. 

"Can you see a yellow post-it note sized piece of paper on the top of the desk?" Nicolina asked. She was still bent over and my eyes were feasting on her chest as she looked up and then looked down to see her blouse gapping, providing me with such a magnificent view. 

"There is nothing in plain sight on your desk," I replied after quickly glancing in that direction. I had not moved closer as I did not want to lose my prime viewing position. 

"You might need to look closer," she suggested. "At the desk top as well." 




Community Involvement Ch. 08



"Pink sky in the morning; a sailors warning." 

I recalled the old saying and looked skyward. Directly overhead was cloudless and blue but as I scanned eastward, the building menace of the billowing clouds loomed. The day had dawned with a vivid pink display, the low and towering Cumulonimbus clouds out over the sea strongly reflected the morning sun. It was beautiful but at the same time eerie. The air was still and the birds were quiet. 

"Not a day for outdoor activities," I thought. Not that I had any planned. In fact, the first item on my to- do list was to get the Music Tour DVD and other related documents all assembled and in one place, ready for my return visit with the statuesque Clare in two days' time. 

"I wonder if it will be a Thursday to remember," I mused to myself. Thoughts of my first (and only) visit, so far, to meet Clare (the head of the Music department at Michelle's son's high school) were still vivid and fresh. As I mentally replayed that 'eventful' day my member reacted as well. I could still smell the muskiness of her natural beauty... 

"No time for reminiscing, I have work to do," I chastised myself. 

Next I had to edit the real estate images I had shot from the previous day for my local clients, upload them to their websites, and bill them accordingly. Apart from that, the schedule was comfortable. However, before any or all of that could even be looked at, I still had to get the rest of the family up, breakfasted and out of the house. I could only hope to complete the round trip to the city and back before the heavens opened because if they did whilst enRoute, Sydney traffic would typically grind to a standstill and my day would be fucked, to put it mildly. 

An hour and half later, I was back and pulled up in my driveway and breathed a sigh of relief. The morning peak was flowing, albeit below the speed limit, and despite the darkening sky, the rain had not arrived...yet. 

"Good morning Ray." I knew instinctively it was Michelle's voice but I could not see her as I got out of my car. 

"Hi Michelle...but where are you?" I called across my front yard, amused and confused. 

"Wait... I'm here. Trying to get this...off me..." I homed in on the direction of her sweet voice which was interspersed with grunts and groans, sounds which indicated she was doing battle with something or other. I went to the small brick fence that separated our properties and found her frantically brushing at her hair and arms. 

"What happened?" I asked, stifling a laugh. 

"I was coming around the back of the car to say hello and ran into a spider's web." She continued to flap and brush at her hair and clothes. "I hate spiders!" 

"Oh, what tangled lives we lead!" I quipped. "Do you need a hand?" 

"No thank you Mister Funny Person. I think I have it all off now." She glowered and then smiled. 

"Apart from the spider web, how are you?" I scanned her hair and clothes to see if there was any trace of the spider. I assured her there was no sign of the naughty critter; it looked like it was all web. I noted with relish the way her snug fitting jeans flowed over her lower body and way her ample bust filled her flamingo pink V necked jumper and the white T-shirt styled top she wore underneath. 

"Good," she responded and then grimaced slightly. "Man, I hate that; they give me the hebbie jebbies." Michelle looked at me for a moment and then added, "Oh, I like your hair cut, an improvement on the little Dutch girl look." 

The little Dutch girl reference was one that I used often myself as my hair was prone to random curling on the sides so Michelle's reiteration did not phase me at all. In fact I was flattered she had remembered. 

"Yep. All nicely groomed in readiness for my visit to Clare," I replied knowing it would provoke a response. 

"Oh, I see. Trying to impress so you can get into her pants again are we?" 

"I would rather her be without..." 

"Like I said the other day, you had better rest up. She just might be a whole lot more 'woman' than you can handle." Her wickedly sly grin told me was giving me a wind up. 

"It's a challenge I am willing to take on," I said smiling broadly. I placed my thumbs at my shoulders, imitating the wearing of braces, "Besides, Ma'am, it's all for the greater good." 

Michelle could not hold back and burst out laughing. 

"Sorry. I don't know which was worse. The stupid attempt at an American cowboy accent or what you said, but I had to laugh." She continued to laugh her hearty high pitched laugh, which delighted me enormously. 

"Quite all right Ma'am. I'm used to it." She burst out laughing again at that. 

We chatted and laughed our way through the next fifteen minutes. I filled her in on the details I had organised with Clare regarding the music tour arrangements we were due to discuss and Michelle related some of the additional anniversary trip details her husband had told her about over the weekend. To tell you the truth, I did not take in what she saying, I was too preoccupied with looking at her wonderful figure. 

"You're wicked, do you know that?" She scolded me in a mock, annoyed motherly tone. 

"When I'm good I am bad and when I am really bad I'm excellent," I smirked. 

"Why don't you come up and see me sometime then?" My heart skipped a beat as she looked at me seductively. 

"I would if I could but I can't," I said, pouting. 

"Tell me about it." She replied, pouting as well. "I hate to say it, but I have to dash." 

I looked at my watch and saw it was already 9.45am. 

"Me too! So much to do and so little time." I gave an over exaggerated sweep of my brow as I said this which made Michelle laugh heartily again. I glanced at her body as her breasts swayed under her 

clothing. 

"Wow, they are something," I said to myself. 

We kissed fondly, once on each cheek, both of us resisting the temptation to break into a fully- fledged, passion filled embrace; some of the neighbours were about and we did not want to start tongues wagging. We took our leave of each other, happy that we had that small window of opportunity to chat. 

In no time, fortunately, I had the DVD and related documents all sorted and ready to go and the real estate photography dealt with. It had been a productive morning. I looked out the window and noted the clouds were rapidly closing in. It had become dark and ominous overhead, but like the Sting song lyric, there was 'Heavy cloud but no rain.' I looked out of my upstairs office window across the street and saw Daphne's car (or Daph as she was known) was parked up under her car port. 

"Maybe I should take this opportunity to go see her about her pool set up," I thought to myself. 

The timers for our pool pump and cleaner had both recently failed and finding replacements of the same brand was proving difficult, at least online. I was desperately trying to avoid dealing with a pool repair person as the cash flow was a bit tight and I was sure, if I could find the right pieces of equipment, I could fix the problem for under half the amount. I knew Daph had a pool and had considered numerous times to go over and see her about her timer set up and the brand information but every time I had the chance she was out. However, today I was in luck. Just before I left I looked out my home office window again at the weather and noted that the southerly breeze had now turned into a howling wind, dropping the temperature dramatically. The combined impact of wind strength and the wind chill factor made it a freezing, brute of a day. 

I decided to put on a warmer Kashmir round-necked jumper over the long sleeve white T-shirt I was wearing, and a dark brown leather bomber styled jacket as well to keep the cold at bay. I had picked up an umbrella to take but decided at the last moment to leave it behind lest I end up like a modern day Mary Poppins, or whatever the male equivalent might be. I would just have to run back later if it was raining and hope I did not get too drowned in the process. I stepped out onto the veranda and nearly got blown away. 

"Fuck, its cold!" I gasped under my breath. Quickly I closed the door and locked everything. The sky felt like it was descending to engulf the entire suburb it was that gloomy. I rushed across the road and up Daph's neat and tidy drive and jumped up the steps to her front door. Her house was a single storey, double red brick dwelling that reflected typical late sixty's Sydney architecture, with a large front veranda that typified a bungalow design. I rang the doorbell which emitted a ding-dong sound 

reminiscent of the old Avon lady advertisements. 

"Hello Ray," she said as she opened the solid white painted front door and greeted me enthusiastically through the fly-screen door. "Or should I say stranger. It goes to show how busy everybody is nowadays; I don't see my neighbours as much anymore." 

Despite the obvious sadness behind her comment she smiled broadly but as she opened the fly- screen door Daph looked at me. A curious look passed across her face. 

"Are you okay?" I asked, stepping briskly inside to get out of the cold. "You look like you have seen a ghost." 

"Yes...fine...um, thank you," she stammered, shaking her head slightly. 

"Are you sure?" I asked again, not being convinced by her initial response. 

"It's just... well, this might sound odd, but it's the way you are dressed..." She trailed off for a second and seemed about to leave off from making further comment and then regathered her train of thought, "You look fine, sorry. No offence meant. It's just that, with the white jumper and the brown leather jacket you look so much like a friend of my mothers. In his youth, I mean. Not that you're old." 

She blushed at her clumsy wording. I looked at her wondering what she was driving at but smiled regardless. It was rather charming. 

"Sorry, no offence meant." She apologised again and quickly continued. "He was in the Royal Australian Air Force during the 2nd World War; I think he served in Europe but she met him in Australia before he went over to Europe." 

"Oh really, thank you. I'll take that as a huge compliment." I smiled, "They always looked so gallant and suave in photographs." 

"You could look the part most certainly." She agreed warmly. "He was initially based somewhere near Sydney from memory but she met him in Wagga of all places." 

It was my turn to be startled. 

"Wagga did you say? She wasn't a parachute packer by any chance?" 

"Wagga? Yes, Wagga Wagga... the RAAF base down there. Why did you ask if she was a parachute 

packer?" She sounded shocked. 

"My aunt was based down there as a parachute packer for a time. She joined the WAAF and was initially based near Jervis Bay, then went to Orange then Wagga." 

As I spoke Daph directed me into her lounge room at the front of her home which overlooked the front veranda. She had the heater on full but at a distance the room still had a slight chill in the air. I sat on the lounge and rubbed my hands along my thighs to try to get some extra warmth into them. 

"It certainly has turned cold quickly." She commented seeing me rubbing my hands. "It was lovely out when I went for my morning walk at six thirty. It's funny you should come over as I was only saying to my new next door neighbour how I don't see the other neighbours much anymore." 

"Everyone is too busy just getting the everyday stuff done," I added. 

"That's for sure. I can go for weeks and not see Jody next door, on the southern side. As for you, I haven't seen you for months. How are you?" Daph sat in the arm chair opposite. 

"I'm all good. You look well and in good shape as per usual." She smiled warmly which was followed by a slight coyness in response to my compliment. To call Daph a GILF would be inaccurate. She was probably in her early seventies and a grandmother, but still had the figure many forty to fifty year olds (or even younger) would envy. Her face, while still reflecting her younger beauty, was a little wrinkled about the eyes and corners of her mouth, however, she did look after herself and any sun effects were minimal. She was shortish in stature, according to her own description, standing about 5' 2" tall, but she still had her womanly curves in the right places, and kept herself active by walking at least once a day. The walking combined with all the community work she did and associations she belonged to certainly kept her figure in check and her metal faculties in top working order. I sometimes wondered how she fitted it all in. Her hair was typical of her age group in terms of length and colour; light curl and salt and pepper colouring. On the rare times I had talked with her recently, I had noted that since the sudden death of her husband three years earlier, there always seemed to be a hint of residual sadness behind her large brown eyes and I guessed there may well have been some growing feelings of loneliness as well. 

For my part, I have always been a breast man from way back and I had always admired hers. Though not huge nor too large, with her slender frame, her chest filled out sufficiently to offer more than a hand full to someone who might be fortunate enough to be able to get that close. I had always hoped for such an opportunity but as far as I was concerned, wishful thinking was as far as I would ever get. I figured she would not be interested because she seemed typical of her generation when it came to morals, ethics and social standards, plus I lived right across the road. As the old saying went; 'Don't 

shit on your own door step.' 

"What brings you here?" Daph asked. I looked at her face and then scanned her upper body and noticed the slight bulges in her grey Sloppy Joe where the material stretched across her ample bust. 

"Nice looking nipples," I thought. 

I explained about my timer dilemma and she told me she only operated her pool system manually nowadays, since her husband had passed. She found it easier to put it on when leaving for her walk and turn it off a little later in the morning. The way she put it, it sounded if I was not going to get the information I was after but I decided it was worth a look regardless. She showed me where the switch was and the electrics that went with it and as it turned out it was not what I was hoping to see. Her son had installed the switch set up so she could operate it manually and as such there was no twenty-four hour timer (or similar) to be seen. 

We went back into the lounge room as I discussed the timer situation I was trying to rectify, all the while I could not help but notice the way the nubs of her nipples continually showed through her top. As we passed her mantel piece, I noticed some of black and white photographs and asked her about them. Two of them showed a small group of people in each, and the third was a portrait of a woman in uniform who I guessed was her mother. 

"At least you did not have to go outside," she said, referring to the timer switch, as she handed me the photos, "It looks like it's going to rain any minute. Would you like a cup of tea?" 

"Yes, please," I answered gleefully and then turned my attention to the photos. I gasped aloud and Daph came back into the room looking concerned. 

"Is everything okay?" she asked. 

"Yes, Daph, nothing's wrong," I smiled at her. "It's just this first photo... See that person on the end, on the right...?" 

Daph looked at the photo closely. 

"That is my mother," she said as she pointed to the person standing central in the group of nine women in overalls. "But I don't known who that is, sorry." 

"That is my aunt... Renee was her name. She passed away about five years ago. She was 93." 

"Oh my goodness," she exclaimed and placed her hand lightly upon my forearm. "Isn't it a small world?" 

I agreed and asked her a few more questions about her mother but the name did not ring any bells when I recalled what little I knew of the war years from my aunt. 

"Daph, while you make the tea, would you mind if I ducked over home and got a suitcase with some of my aunt's papers and the like in it? I know there are some letters and other bibs and bobs that might be of interest to you, especially with the Wagga connection." 

"Are you sure you want to go out and come back in this?" She indicated the gathering gloom. I told her I would be back in a flash. 

Within a few minutes I was back inside Dash's warm lounge room. I put Renee's photo next to her mothers portrait and you could tell from the pose and the lighting they were more than likely taken by the same photographer. Daph was astonished when she saw them side by side. I rummaged through the suit case I had brought with me and found a number of documents that showed Renee's enlistment details and stationing movements. Daph looked them over and was even more astonished at how we had relatives in the same WAAF unit and did not know it. 

I looked closely at the second photo she had given me and could not believe my eyes. 

"Daph? See this man in the middle...do you know who he is?" 

"Yes, my mum talked about him a lot. His name was Robert; Bob as he called himself. Why do you ask?" 

"Bob and Renee...well, they never married but ever since I can remember she always carried a torch for him, if you know what I mean?" 

"You're joking?" She looked at me flabbergasted. "My mum spoke fondly of him and always said he had a secret admirer but no one ever knew who. I wonder why they kept it quiet?" 

"I don't know. I never got around to asking either of them about their relationship, well, never had to intestinal fortitude, to be more precise. It was something that was just there and we all accepted the fact that they were wartime buddies and just left it at that. It wasn't a subject I felt I could ask about I suppose." 

I continued to dig into the suit case of Renee's papers and pulled out a large paper envelop which a 

cluster of medals. There were two sets, each in their own smaller envelop. The first envelop bore Renee's name, written in her hand, and inside there was six medals on the long pin to make wearing them easier together with a note detailing what each medal was for. The second envelop bore Bob's name, also penned by my aunt, and inside there was seven medals but details for eight on the accompanying piece of paper. I read the paper a number of times and matched the medals to each description; the missing medal was a Distinguished Flying Medal (DFC). 

I showed them to Daph. 

"Mum mentioned that he went over to England...1943, if I recall, to take up a Non-Commissioned Officer (NCO) position with a bomber squadron. I think he went over as a radio operator." 

"I had no idea." I said reflecting on what she had told me and the vague image of the man I knew of as Bob, who until now, had simply been my aunt's male companion. 

"I'll mention this to my mother and my niece if you like. My niece, in particular, has a lot of this sort of information. She would be very interested in all of this." 

"Oh...the tea!" Daph exclaimed. "White and two sugars?" 

"Yes...please...thank you." I placed the medals back in the envelops and followed her out into the kitchen, still in disbelief. 

"You have been amazing." I blurted when I reached the edge of the kitchen bench. 

"Me? Amazing? I haven't done anything really." She laughed. I looked at her body closely and her nipples protruded noticeably. I assumed it to be from the cold; it would have been extremely presumptuous to think I would be the cause. 

Presumptuous or not I had an impulse to approach this woman in a more intimate manner but anxiety was again stopping me. My heart started to pound in my chest which was being reflected in my temples. Daph was busy making the teas and placing biscuits on a plate while I stood there visually groping her breasts. They moved freely under her Sloppy Joe indicating she was not wearing a bra. 




Community Involvement Ch. 09



Part 2 - continuing my visit to seek Daph's input

Re-cap

Although I had not planned a visit to ask Daphne (Daph as she preferred throughout the neighbourhood) it had turned out to be quite a startling and revealing visit, on a couple of fronts. Although in her early seventies and a grandmother, Daph but still had the figure many forty to fifty year olds (or even younger) would envy. Her face, while still reflecting her younger beauty, was a little wrinkled about the eyes and corners of her mouth, however, she did look after herself and any sun effects were minimal. She was shortish in stature, standing about 5' 2" tall, but she still had her womanly curves in all the right places, and kept herself active by walking at least once a day. The walking combined with all the community work she did and associations she belonged to certainly kept her figure in check and her metal faculties in top working order. Her hair was typical of her age group in terms of length and colour; light curl and salt and pepper colouring. 

The first startling piece of information derived from some old black and white photographs Daph had on her mantle. One was of her mother and the others were group images of her mum and her work colleagues during their WWII posting at the RAAF base near Wagga Wagga, in southern New South Wales. Until that day, neither Daph nor I had any idea that her mother and my Aunt Renee were there at the same time, doing the same sort of work (parachute packing) and knew the same people, well one particular man: Bob. 

During the course of our initial discussion/s of our WWII connections, one thing lead to another and before we knew it, we were in her lounge room getting naked and exploring each others body's. Daph told me of her yearning to see 'more' of me, as she often watched me through her lounge room venetian blinds as I mowed the lawns, particularly on hot summer days when I would have my shirt off.

We had both reached amazing orgasmic highs as a consequence of our torrid fucking and were both recuperating on the carpeted floor collecting our respective breaths. The room was cosy and quiet as we conversed, unlike the earlier engagement which was loud and sexually charged; the room, only minutes before, had been full of the wet sounds of naked bodies colliding, expletive ridden urgings and guttural grunts and groans as we both exploded with satisfying delight.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door which definitely brought us, all to quickly, away from our post coital revelry. The knock was quickly followed by a woman's voice calling out.

"Daph, are you okay?"

Read on:

"Shit!" exclaimed Daph in a hushed tone full of panic as she scrambled to rise. I helped her to her feet wondering who was calling out and why.

"That's Monica, my new neighbour. She must have heard us." Daph looked anxious and totally bewildered as to what to do next. 

"Daph, I'll wait here around the corner. You go get a dressing gown and answer the door." I whispered and Daph nodded and then hesitated, waiting for further instruction. "Just tell her you were going to take a shower or something."

"Won't be a moment Monica." Daph called out through the door as she tip-toed up her short hallway to throw on her white towelling robe. She tied it up, tip toed back to the door and opened it. She lent around the edge of the door and just stuck her head forward enough to make eye contact with her caller.

"Hi Monica. Sorry I was just about to jump into the shower."

"Hi Daph, I heard some odd sounds and just wanted to check you were alright."

"Yes, yes... I am fine thank you. I was flicking through some TV channels while I was having my morning coffee. I had the volume up a bit as I was making some adjustments to the settings, sorry."

"No need to apologise, Daph." Monica laughed. "I'm just glad everything is okay. I best let you get to your shower."

"Okay, thanks Monica. See you later."

Daph closed the door and pressed her back against the door. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I could tell from the look on her face that her feeling of panic was escaping at the same rate as her breath. She turned her head to me as I stepped closer and let out a girlish giggle. 

"Thank you, Ray. That was some quick thinking on your part." She took another deep breath and I watched, appreciatively, as her chest filled with air which thrust her wonderful breasts firmly forward, deepening the revealed cleavage. 

"As soon as I heard it was Monica, my mind went to jelly...I couldn't think. I felt like a teenager being caught doing..."

"Up here for thinking," I said, indicating my head and then pointed lower as I added, "and down there for...um...dancing." I grinned.

"You're incorrigible." She laughed.

"Anyway, I know what you mean about being caught." I continued, tenderly running my hand up and down her arm in a clumsy show of reassurance. 

"What are we going to do?" she asked, as another wave of panic crossed her face. "You can't just leave now because if she sees you..., well...what would she make of it?"

"Daph, you lucky so and so?" I offered.

"Bragger! But, then again, maybe she would...but on the other hand, maybe not." She laughed heartily and then her countenance took on a more considered look. "Reflecting on what has taken place this morning I'm not sure who got more 'lucky', as you put it. Either way, it would be prudent for you not to leave just yet...just to save Monica from getting the wrong impression. You know what I mean?"

"Oh, yes. Monica...wrong impression..." I smiled slyly at Daph and moved closer placing my hands on her shoulders as she remained pressed against her front door.

"How much time should we allow do you think?" She asked, her big brown eyes searching my face for answers and direction. 

"I am not sure of what constitutes an appropriate time frame, I have never been in this sort of situation before." I whispered and put my finger to my chin as if considering options. "What could we do to fill in an appropriate time span might be another question?"

Daph shrugged and smiled at me. There was a hint of mischief in her eyes.

"You said to Monica that you were heading to the shower, didn't you?" I asked quietly. Daph nodded. "You could still do that..."

Daph nodded and then added, "What about you?"

"Well...," I dropped my eyes to the hurried knot she had tied around her waist and gently pulled it undone. I let the sides of her dressing gown drop away from her mature body, exposing her wonderful boobs and thick thatch of come matted pubic hair, as I moved in very close and kissed her neck lightly. "I could join you and have my way with you, if you wish?"

"That would definitely take up some time, I guess?" she murmured, titling her neck to me and enjoying the nuzzling kisses I delivered. "It would probably provide just about the right amount of time to...to...um, not give the wrong impression."

"Not that I know what you have in mind." She added hurriedly. 

"Why don't we just see what feels good and go from there?" I suggested.

"Okay. Let's!" She pushed off the door and pressed her body firmly against mine. Her hands grabbed firmly at my groin and my flaccid penis still sticky with our combined juices, as she directed me toward a door behind us and a little to my right. I had not noticed the closed door earlier but it was directly opposite the lounge room.

Daph opened the door and guided me through the doorway as she backed me into the room. It was quite cold as the room was on the south side of her house and did not get any sun until late afternoon, not that the current weather conditions were conducive to warming a tiled bathroom. She shivered noticeably as we entered and her bare feet made contact with the tiled floor.

"I'll put the heater on and start the shower," She told me as she moved quickly and re-wrapped her body in the robe. 

I nodded and looked around, folding my arms across my chest to keep my fingers warm. Her bathroom decor was straight out of the nineteen sixties, at least Australian bathroom styling for that period. The colour was predominantly pink and black with three inch pink tiles and half inch black tiles forming a regimented pattern on the floor and a border of black three inch tiles separating the floor and the wall. The black border was topped with pink three inch tiles which were the only colour then until the black border at about head height. From there, the rest of the wall was painted in egg shell matt paint, until the ceiling, which had a decorative cornice. The cornice and ceiling were painted in the same colour as the painted section of wall. It was quaint, well that was the best single word description I could come up with. Daph noticed me looking around as she came up to me.

"I hate it but can't bring myself to change it." She whispered. I laughed.

"It is what it is!" I replied, a little lost for words. "It fits the period exactly."

"You are being kind, I know." She laughed. "My husband and I always wanted to modernise the house but we never got around to it. Now, I just couldn't be bothered."

I folded my arms around her and held her close.

"You don't have to explain. I know what you mean. My aunt, Renee, was the same. In fact, the bathroom in her apartment was pink and black as well."

This brought a smile to my dear neighbours face.

By now the room was much warmer and gradually filling with steam. I put my fingers under Dash's chin and gently lifted her face to mine. I bent over her and kissed her mouth softly. My lips grazed hers as I slowly pulled the robe off her shoulders. She held her arms outstretched and pointed to the floor as I slowly guided her robe until it fell of its own accord. It tumbled into a heap about her slender ankles as I slowly pressed my lips to hers more firmly; my tongue snaked out, parted her lips and probed against her teeth. She seemed a bit hesitant and unsure of what to do.

I reached down and cradled her breasts in my palms. My thumbs toyed with her nipples and they in turn responded immediately, the nubs thickened and the whole nipple darkened as her arousal increased. She closed her eyes as I increased the pressure and a low groan escaped her lips. 

"How about we have that shower together?"

"I had better fix the temperature." She suggested. "It can be temperamental...the taps, I mean." I smiled and watched her as she adjusted the taps. Happy with the temperature she turned and looked me up and down.

"You look so much better up close than you do from across the road."

"Do you mean to tell me you spy on me as I mow the lawns during the summer when I have my top off?" I asked smiling and inwardly feeling surprised that she might actually have done what I had fantasised she might do. 

"Well, what's a lonely old lady to do?" She retorted with a broad grin. "I am here all by myself and you're over there, semi naked, showing off your slim, toned and tanned body. I mean, what's a girl to do...old lady to do? I still have some sex drive left?"

I smiled and straightened. I was feeling a mixture of embarrassment and pride at what she had told me. 

"I'm glad you like." I replied, mental telling myself, 'not to let her comment go to my head (either one)'. "I'm also glad it's steamy in here, it hides my blushing."

My penis was starting to rise again as I watched her body and thoughts of her watching me through her venetians played through my head.

"No need to blush, you're with a friend."

"Thank you." I was still curious about her voyeuristic comment though. So much so, I could not help but ask for more detail.

"What do you do exactly...when you watch me through your window?"

"I could tell you, but it's a woman's prerogative to change her mind, so I won't. A woman has to have some secrets. Maybe another time..."

"Another time?" I answered surprised. "So, you are already planning to have me to yourself again?

"Maybe?" She laughed girlishly and rested her head on my shoulder. Her hand gently stroked my cock.

"My late husband was long but not as thick as you." Daph reached down and pulled me against her body by my hardened shaft. "I just hope I do not disappoint."

'Daph, I have told you before. You look amazing. You have the body that...well, let's put this another way... in fact, I reiterate, I guarantee a lot of the mums in your grand children's playground look at you and wish they had a body shaped like yours. You have curves; you have boobs to die for, boobs that defy gravity and have great shape, and that is after having two children yourself. You should be proud of your assets and show them off."

She blushed and nuzzled her forehead on my shoulder.

I pushed my crotch forward and the turgid head nudged her hip.

"We're wasting water." I suggested, "Shall we..."

She nodded and gripped me firmly in her little hand. I backed her into the shower stall being careful not to push her straight into the steaming flow. I reached out and tested the temperature; it was perfect, at least by my standards and since Daph had adjusted the cold water tap herself, I assumed it would be to hers as well.

I turned us and backed in first under the flow, the wonderfully warm water cascaded onto my neck and over my shoulders. Daph raised her head and blinked as the spray got in her eyes. Despite that she smiled invitingly and squeezed my shaft in her hand and slowly pumped it, gliding my fingers across the meaty flesh and circling the thick, throbbing head. As she stroked me I bent and kissed her mouth fully and sucked her tongue deep into mine. Daph melted into my body as we kissed and moaned deeply each time her little hand passed over the stiff ridges around the head of my manhood. I reached down and pressed my fingers between her thighs, seeking the treasure of her sex that lay hidden under the thick matted triangle of hair. I bypassed her clit (for the moment) as I was eager to get my cock inside her body again and soon found what I was searching for. Her labia were still thick and puffy from the earlier heated fuck we had enjoyed and her channel was a sea of our combined fluids. I pushed a finger deep inside and her walls instantly closed in around the invader. I heard Daph moan and felt her shudder as I quickly finger fucked her pussy; our tongues collided and danced as we kissed intensely, our passion rekindled and quickly building. 

"What do you want me to do?" Daph asked breathlessly.

"I want you to enjoy and climax all over me as I..." I let the rest of comment go. 

She looked surprised and then excited with what I had said. Well, with what I had not said was probably closer to the truth. She was about to say or ask something but I only had one thought in mind: I wanted her.

I firmly pressed my hands against her ribs on either side of her body just below her breasts and slowly moved them lower. The water helped make the progress easier as I moved them over the curve of her hips and delved into the crease of her arse. I pressed my fingers into her rear crevice, she pushed back slightly and wiggled her behind which made her cheeks wobble.

"Needs some work." She said as I massaged her arse cheeks. I laughed under my breath. 

"Maybe that is something we could do together?" I suggested. She smiled broadly and agreed, in between mouthfuls of water. We both laughed.

I pushed my hands lower and grabbed her thighs, just under her arse and lifted her bodily. Having a slight build, I was able to lift Daph with ease and pushed her higher as I rested her back against the tiled wall. Her arms reached up and snaked about my neck, her fingers intertwined behind my head as I arched my back and used my hips to position my throbbing cock. Tenderly, I eased her body down a little and my cock pressed firmly upward, gouging a path along her sex, parting the outer petals and nudging against her swollen clitoris. She looked down, between our bodies.

"Mmmmm, that looks beautiful." She cooed and then looked at me with her smouldering eyes. "What now?"

I did not reply. I simply raised her slightly higher and slowly rotated my hips. My cock found her entrance with ease and I slowly arched my back and pressed upward as I let her body slip a little. Her eyes widened as the thick head forced her folds apart and opened her outer gateway to the point that she was now at the my mercy; a poised invade aiming for her inner depths.

I lunged upward and speared her vagina with the thick head of my penis. I had wanted her and fucked her earlier in the lounge room but this seemed different and I could not resist the temptation to fill her any more. Her eyes flashed wide as she felt her body being pried open to accept my pole; bit by bit it went deeper and deeper into her receptive channel and as it finally reached maximum penetration Daph's head rolled against the wet tiles. She bit her lip as I rocked her body, slowly fucking her sex starved vagina.

"Oh wow...this is better...than..." She spluttered as I slowly built up speed.

I pinned her body to the wall as I quickly directed her right hand to her crotch and pressed her fingers hard onto her clitoral hood. I rubbed them in small quick circles trying to teller her through actions alone that she should stimulate her clitoris as I fucked her. Thankfully, and without any delay, Daph did exactly as I hoped. Her fingers were a blur as she mashed her clitoris under her wild digits. With each increase in her clitoral stimulation her vaginal walls clamped and gripped my cock hard, massaging my entire length from stem to stern.

She was flying and I did not want to be left behind. I gripped her arse again in both hands and thrust into her lustfully, grunting with the effort to push my whole crotch into her if I could. The shower water flowed over us but neither of us would have minded if it was on or off, we were fully engrossed in our mutual and individual sexual pleasures. 

She raised her thighs and wrapped them around my waist as I drilled her pussy as hard as I could manage. As I thrust forward I dropped her arse slightly each time, giving her the full sensation of having every last centimetre of my cock go crashing into her and slap up onto her arse. 

"Ooh, fuck..." She cried and I knew she was close; her fingers were working overtime on her swollen button.

I rammed her body hard; faster and faster, harder and harder, quickly losing myself to the thrill of feeling her vagina clamped around my cock. This was certainly a fantasy come true after all these years. The shower stall filled with the sounds of our fucking each other's brains out, the wet body slap as I entered her keeping time with her guttural moans. 

Through her increased state of impending bliss she looked hard into my face.

"Oh...fuck me, Ray. I need to come." She grunted hoarsely, then she added, "But can... you... hold off?"

I was rather taken aback by her request and slowed my pace accordingly, but before I could answer she continued.

"I want you to fuck my arse!"

"Are you sure?" I was bewildered to say the least. Having had my cock buried deeply in her mouth earlier that morning was incredible. Having my cock jammed, ball deep in her pussy for the second time that same day, was unbelievable. Yet, now she was offering, no, asking me to fuck her arse as well! 

"Can you repeat that?"

Her fingers were still at work on her button as I continued to piston my pelvis into her, albeit at a slower pace. Her breathing was becoming ragged again as her body twitched in response to her ministrations down below.

"Can you hold back..." she swallowed hard, "I want you to fuck my arse and fill it...Ooohhhh, god..."

I agreed quickly in order to let her fully enjoy her climax that was racing, like Usain Bolt in an Olympic final, towards its goal.




Community Involvement Ch. 10



Return to Clare 

'As one door closes and another door opens' as the saying goes and to say that I was living that saying would not be too far a stretch of the imagination. To put you in the picture, it was just over six months ago (November 2013 to be more precise) that I was made redundant from my accountancy position which was quite a set back for me on a number of fronts, as it is for most people. Fortunately I had been able to get some contract work with a number of local real estate agencies which, happily, combined my professional background with my passion: photography; I did some of their general office and book work as well some real estate photography. A win/win situation, as it were. 

But that was not the only reason that could be attached to my living the saying. The main reason was that it directly reflected all the negative aspects of redundancy against the major positives in my private life and my sex life in particular. As previously outlined in these chapters, a sex life within my marriage was virtually non-existent and, coupled with a myriad of other relationship factors, I suddenly discovered my neighbour, Michelle. By discovered, I mean she and I kind of stumbled across the realisation that we were both in similar situations regarding our respective marriages and found mutual camaraderie in each others arms. A wonderful relationship had blossomed out of a chance encounter earlier in the new year of 2014 and the sex that entailed was 'fucking' amazing, for want of a better phrase. 

That was the one door opening, but one door soon became four. During that intervening time, leading up to Easter and the end of Term 1, I had also had the wonderful and surprising experience of fucking my hairdresser one glorious Monday morning (as well getting my hair styled), I had discovered a interesting family connection with my neighbour across the road (a neighbour of 30 years) Daph, who I also had the pleasure of stuffing all three of her orifices with the prospect of more to come, and then there was Clare. 

The statuesque Clare; approaching six feet tall (when bare footed), 38 inch bust and curves to make your mouth water and jaw drop (and visa-versa). Michelle had introduced me to Clare as part of our plan to go, together, on the music tour Clare was arranging and leading as part of the music departments development program Clare had implemented at Michelle's son's High School. Michelle was keen for me to participate, offering up my photographic and video editing skills in return. Clare was keen to have access to my skills as well (in a paid capacity to boot), and as it turned out, she also got access to my crotch, not that I was/am complaining. 

All in all, it had been quite a start to the year. The next step on the journey was a return visit to see Clare on what had dawned to be a rather warm to hot Autumn day, which was a complete contrast to the day before, when I had been with Daph; a day marked by wintery blasts and rain squalls from the south. However, before that enjoyable part of my day (seeing Clare) I had to negotiate another, and what I hoped to be a short meeting, with my outplacement mentor, Abby. Her 'services' were part of the redundancy arrangements but I inwardly felt as if she was just a well paid set of walking platitudes. I was determined that any thoughts of that meeting were not going to darken my attitude toward what was to come after. I would just deal with Abby in my usual professional manner and get away from there at the earliest possible moment. 

The morning traffic had been kind and it was just after 9am as I drove into the car park adjustment to the shopping precinct in Lane Cove. By the time I walked to the cafe where I was to meet Abby I knew I would still be early but that suited me as it would give me time to get my head into the right space. As a consequence of the warmth of the day, I had dressed in summer-like wear; jeans and a fitted shirt would certainly do for both meetings. 

I grabbed a table at the rear of the cafe and ordered a large cappuccino. As I waited for Abby to arrive I reviewed my collection of documents I had ready for Clare and literally demolished the coffee...it was one of best coffee's I had tasted in a long while. 

"Hi Ray," Abby's arrival surprised me, I was too wrapped up with the music tour information I had with me. "You look engrossed?" 

"No, no, I was just making sure I had some bits and pieces with me for my next meeting. How are you?" I was not going to fall for her bait and start divulging all. 

"I'm good and thank you for agreeing to meet me." She sat opposite with her back to the open expanse of the cafe. For some reason she reminded me of a head on a stick which always made me smile inwardly. Not that she unattractive. Obviously someone thought she was a good sort if the wedding ring on her left hand was anything to go by. She had shoulder length auburn hair which she usually worn out. She dressed in a professional but not overly formal manner which I assumed was to give her clients a sense of her casual yet professional business approach to her work and their needs. She had a round face, a long thin neck and slender body, which is probably where I got the head on a stick impression from. 

Over the years of my accountancy career, I had usually worked locally, predominantly for manufacturing companies and my last position was no different. It was due to this exposure to manufacturing that I had had the glorious misfortune to have been made redundant six times (including this one). As a consequence, I had been through this out-placement routine a few times, as well having to contend with the circus that I labelled recruitment agencies. To say I viewed people like Abby and recruiters generally as being on the same level as used car sales people (apologies to all the car sellers who might be reading this) gives light to my general attitude to what they have to say. Every now and then they do give some good advice but usually, after the first five to ten minutes, you get the understanding that due to age and the wealth of experience (and the dollars that goes with it) that I 'will be a hard person to place'... blah, blah, blah. 

"Do you want coffee or anything?" Abby asked as she pulled out her file mark 'Ray' and placed it on the table in front of her. 

"I might go tea this time. I just had a coffee, thanks." 

She ordered for us both and then opened her file and started asking the usual questions to get up to date with what I was doing, interviews I had been to and the like. I answered fully, not wanting to completely waste her expertise, while she nodded and made notes. As this part of the meeting unfolded the cafe quickly began to fill with groups of mothers with prams, out for a morning coffee with the girls after dropping older siblings at school or pre-school, or older couples grabbing an early morning tea before heading to the banks or grocery shopping. The steady rise and fall of numerous conversations together with the chink of cutlery and cups on saucers all served to make a pleasant back drop to what felt like an arduous task for me. 

"Are you okay?" She asked, noticing my attention was starting to drift. 

"Yep." I answered, a little more abruptly than I would have liked. 

"You seem preoccupied." She probed. Our order had arrived which acted as a brief circuit breaker. 

"I'm good...and thank you for the tea, by the way." I milked and sugared my tea and drank deeply. 

"You don't seem it?" She insisted. "You don't seem to be in a co-operative frame of mind?" 

I bristled at that despite not wanting to. The whole cycle of professional rejection and words blowing in the wind had taken more of a toll on me than I cared to admit. 

"What? I have answered all your questions, given you all the information you require to 'get up to date'...what more am I supposed to do or tell you? Are you expecting me to give you wild embellishments just so that these chats become more interesting?" 

"No, of course not." she replied evenly. "You're being rather immature about this though. I asked you here, after reluctantly agreeing to take a break from our original weekly meetings, to help you move on but you seem reluctant to embrace this opportunity in a professional manner..." 

"Excuse me!" I accidentally raised my voice, but it was enough for the elderly couple two tables away to turn and look in our direction. I could feel my blood beginning to boil and took deliberate deep breaths in an attempt to quell the fire. "I did not come here to be insulted. I always act in a professional manner in these situations. How dare you cast judgement. You do not even know me." 

"I am sorry if I offended you." Her voice was slightly hushed. I took it as her attempt to ease the tension and quieten the tone. "Ray, I have to give you my advice as I see it, that is my job. If it means I have to tell you things which you do not want to hear, I can not apologise for that." 

"Abby," I looked hard into her face, "I came here...reluctantly, I will admit that. However, I always try to keep an open mind at these meetings and at interviews so that I can pick up on the occasional piece of 'good' advice. As for resuming our regular meetings and moving forward, so far you have reformatted by resume and facilitated some 200 cold call mail outs for me, all of which I am grateful for. But lets face it, that is all you have done. And, that was all done before Christmas. Since then... nothing. In fact, you didn't do any of those things yourself, the staff in your office did all the grunt work. Maybe I would be better off talking to them." 

"See, you are being immature again. Can you please act like an adult about this?" 

That was a red rag to this Taurean bull. I gently placed my hands flat on the table in front of me and glared fiercely at her. 

"If you have not noticed, I am being extremely 'adult' about this. In fact, I am going to even more adult and take my leave before I say something I might regret." 

"Ray," she looked dismayed that I was threatening to terminate the conversation. "You have not been fully up front with me. You have not even told me about your meeting after this one, so what am I to assume?" 

"Assume all you like." Once again this came out more loudly than I had hoped and this time a few more tables near by looked around. "The meeting I am going to is not up for discussion and has no baring on this one. It does not even involve accountancy. If and when it does bare fruit I will tell you but for now, it is nothing you need to concern yourself with." 

I was annoyed with myself for telling her too much. 

"I beg to differ. My job is to help you get another job and part of that brief is be across all that you do, whether it involves accountancy or not, so I can advise or help in what ever capacity..." 

"Yep," I said loudly, moving sideways to stand, "that is your job. To assist me get a job. Have you got me any interviews? No. Have you given me any leads? No. Have you succeeded in any way, shape or form? No! Look, you get paid regardless. I, on the other hand, I do not have a current income and sitting here and having to listen to your unprofessional criticism does not resolve my situation." 

I stood and collected my things. As I stood the whole cafe seemed to go into suspended animation, waiting for my next move. 

"See Abby, I am being very mature, as you put it, and leaving. It is high time for me to go before your 'help' makes things a whole lot worse." 

I moved past her seat but she grabbed my arm. 

"Ray..." she looked about, a sign of panic on her face as everyone looked on. 

"Please. You are over reacting. It is no wonder you have not got another position if you have such a negative attitude." 

I pulled my arm free of her grasp and walked a few steps toward the payment counter. Ignoring all the eyes that were upon me, I stopped in the middle of the cafe, I could not hold back. Feelings that I had long suppressed regarding unemployment boiled to the surfaced and Abby was going to be the recipient of my rant, whether she like it or not. 

"You call yourself a professional? I scoff at your folly. With all due respect, and please don't take this personally, but your position and those of your ilk, are parasitic when it comes to the employment industry. You get paid regardless of whether I get a job today, tomorrow, next week..." I took a deep breath as a waiter approached. I assured him I would be on my way in a few minutes and he backed off. 

"Abby, do you know what the problem with seeking employment in Sydney is, or the rest of Australia, for that matter?" She looked nervous and on the verge of tears as she shook her head. 

"Of course you don't. You people are the problem. All the recruitment agencies... you all profess to be experts in getting people their dream jobs. Here's how it goes; I am 55 and I go to an agency and get interviewed by a non-Australian, usually British, who is no more than 30. They sit there and make judgements based on ticking boxes and pigeon holing me, just like you have been doing. They would not have a clue about half of the stuff in my CV and what I am telling them yet they hold me to ransom just so they can get the placement fee. You and the agencies are all care and no responsibility. Now, as a display of my professional attitude, I am going to the cash register, I will pay for our order, and then I am going to walk away with my head held high because I know my worth, I know how to conduct myself. I care about me and I take responsibility for my actions. Sit there and reflect if you wish, just don't try and tell me you know what is best for me or what I am, or not, doing. Like a lot of things in life, if I need something doing, I am better off doing it myself. Just remember what I have told you...all care no responsibility...and no accountability either. Enjoy your coffee." 

I turned and started to leave. An elderly gent at a table I was about to pass touched my arm and praised me for my rant. I smiled and thanked him kindly and then noticed the whole cafe was looking at me. Not only were they looking, they were agreeing with me and some were even applauding. I started to feel embarrassed, humbled even. Without thinking I raised my arm slightly to thank them for their support. I was in a state of bewilderment as I paid the owner and apologised for making a fuss. He gave me his business card and said if I need a job to come and see him. He even went so far as to offer me free coffee next time I was in, all I had to do was present his card. As I walked out into the mall my eyes brimmed with tears. The heart ache of the unemployment cycle and being constantly rejected had finally broken through my toughened facade. I did not care if what had just transpired equated to burning a bridge, I knew in my heart I was better off dealing with these issues on my own terms. I did not look back at Abby. I did not want to see her face ever again and I cursed her for all she was worth and for making me feel so wretched prior to my meeting with Clare. 

The drive was a blur and before I knew it I arrived at the main school entrance. As I gathered my stuff I realised I had arrived way earlier than Clare had asked. However, I was feeling far too agitated to simply sit and wait out time so I decided to go straight in, figuring if Clare was still busy with her parent meeting, I could make alternate arrangements there and then. 

"But, if she was free, well..." I thought to myself. 

The large grounds were quiet as the students had already finished for the term. I scanned the car park and noted that most of the staff seemed to be missing as well. The main building was a huge red brick and sandstone building in the Italian-Gothic style with a smaller, but equally beautifully styled, chapel behind. I entered the main door, an imposing double door with intricate lead light glass inserts, and walked along the lengthy Persian hallway runner to the modern looking front desk. 

The reception area was unattended which made me even more stressed. It was school protocol to sign in and there was no around to help me. 

"What to do?" I pondered aloud and looked around the expansive area. Not a sound was being emitted from any of the offices or rooms further down the hall. "I wonder if they still have the visitors book available?" 

I spied it lying open a table off to the side of the reception desk and quickly signed myself in. I noted there was only one other entry for that morning and on closer inspection, I was delighted to see that the entry was made with Clare as the visitors contact point and that it was also an hour earlier...surely they would be finished by now? 

As this was my second time to see Clare, I had a good idea of how to navigate my way through the numerous hallways, and across the large quadrangle area. At the top of the flight of stairs that led to the music rooms I stopped. The warmth of the sun felt good on my back, therapeutic even. There was virtually no breeze to speak of and no human made noise to disturb the sounds of nature that suddenly engulfed me. There were numerous birds chirping and flitting about in the native trees and bushes that adorned the school grounds and the underlying quiet, together with the fresh air, almost made me giddy. I took another deep breath and descended the stairs, feeling slightly calmer compared to how I had felt when I had arrived. 

Given the lack of humanity about the school generally, I was not surprised to find the Music Department reception desk unattended. As I entered the office door from the small courtyard that was the centre piece of the music department complex, I could hear Clare's voice. She seemed to be in deep conversation, bordering on intense negotiation, with someone. I just hoped it was not the parents she was still dealing with. 

I knocked as I reached the open door and relieved to see Clare was the only person in the room. Her office went off to the right of the door. It was narrow and long, with three (3) large windows along the far side wall that overlooked a well tended rose garden. Her desk was at the far end of the room where the windows finished, and like my previous visit, her head was studiously bent over some papers as she talked brusquely into the phone. With a wave of her slender hand, she beckoned for me to enter. Last time the floor along the left hand wall of her office was awash with a variety of instruments, from guitars and violins to woodwinds and brass, together with numerous pieces of sheet music, but this time it was completely devoid of any clutter; I assumed it was due to the pending school holidays. 

"Can you hold the line for just a moment, please?" She asked the person on the other end of the line and quickly covered the mouth piece. "Oh Ray," she sighed, "Am I glad to see you. This might take a while, sorry. I have been trying to speak with this guy for the last week but I keep missing him. I am trying to negotiate the accommodation through him for Salzburg and I am desperate to get it sorted before I leave today, so please accept my apologies in advance." 

"No problem." I mouthed. Clare smiled appreciatively, her expression one of sheer relief and she extended her hand to me, gesturing that I should take hold of it. I walked to her with a sense of urgency due to her suspended phone conversation and softly took hold of her hand. She gently closed her fingers upon mine and leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth. 




Community Involvement Ch. 11



A continuation of my return visit to meet Clare:

"I'm still rather intrigued to know who this person named Abby is?" Clare reiterated. She was still bent forward with her left knee and upper torso sprawled upon her desk, her right foot on the floor, supporting the rest of body. Her psychedelic print dress was bunched up around her hips exposing her gorgeous rounded arse and her slick, blood engorged and puffy labia from which a steady stream of our combined fluids seeped, pooling on her blotter. I had withdrawn from her, trailing semen as I went and had pulled her chair, which I had pushed aside earlier, under myself and flopped into it, spent. 

"You don't really want to know about her, do you?" I asked with a slight whine in my voice, hoping she would let the subject go and not really wanting to speak about the person in question at all, if the truth be told.

"Of course I do!" she retorted, slowly pulling herself upright and straightening her attire. Clare sat on the edge of her desk and idly drew little circles in the small come puddles on her desk. "I want to know all about her."

She looked at me through the tops of her eyes as she continued to draw.

"I could let it slide but you called out her name as you fucked me...that means I have a right to know who she is. Has she replaced Michelle as your fuck-buddie now that the holidays are upon us?"

"No!" I knew she was fishing on the Michelle front again. "She is not a replacement anything. Look, I really don't want to talk about her..."

"Is she the reason you were stressed before coming here? Is she the reason why you fucked me so hard..." she deliberately withheld her words, eyeing me intently and gauging my reactions. "And so well, I might add." 

I started to feel self conscious for some strange reason. I was still naked from the waist down and my limp penis and slack balls, which were coated with our combined juices, hung between my legs. I crossed my legs to cover myself. 

"No need to be modest in front of me, Ray. I know what you have and how you go about using it so there is no need to hide your maleness from me." Her haughty tone made me a little unsettled. "I even know how expert you can be at filling a woman's desires..."

Once again she deliberately paused. I just sat and waited for her to continue. Clare seemed amused that I was not biting.

"All three orifices in one session is quite a feat. Not that you came in them all. Two wasn't it?"

"What are you talking about?" My mind had suddenly gone blank, as it usually did when I felt threatened or under pressure. I could not think clearly. Desperately I tried to focus on what she was getting at or where was going with her questions. 

"Why so coy?" She asked, as she leant forward and placed her hands on the arms of her chair in which I sat. Her beautiful face was only centimetres away from mine. As she came closer, the deep crevice that was her cleavage was on full display. "I'm not passing judgment or anything. I just want us, you and I, to be fully up front with each other. Being full and open with you is...well...good for us both, I guess is the best way to put it. Especially since you will be my paid for photographer on the tour."

'You mean you got the okay to put me on as staff?"

"Yep! But that is only avoiding the real topic here isn't it?" 

I nodded, searching her face for something but I could not have told you what. Then, the penny dropped.

"You know about Daphne?" I asked incredulously. It had taken a short while but the fog had started to lift in my head and the part of Clare's question regarding 'all three orifices' had suddenly registered.

"Of course! You sound surprised?"

"Shouldn't I be?" 

"Hmm," She leant closer and kissed my forehead. "I guess it stands to reason. Did she not tell you the name of her niece? The one she was going to call last evening about the WWII medals and the mysterious Bob?" 

"Wha...?" I stammered. "Who...um,...you..."

"I guess she didn't. I should have known. Sorry." Her apologetic tone eased my feelings only slightly. She walked around to the front of her desk and casually gazed out of the window. "Daphne, or Daph as she prefers, which you already know, is my mum's sister. She looked after me a lot after my mum was killed in a car accident when I was ten. Daphne is like a mother, a big sister and a very best friend, all in one. Probably my best friend more than anything...we tell each other everything...and I mean everything. Every minute detail, no matter how good, bad or indifferent the subject matter...or how personal for that matter. She told me how you two bumped into each other over coffee at her place yesterday and how you grabbed hold of her breast and proceeded to have your way with her, finally fucking her in the arse...which she asked you to do, I might add. What was it like fucking the virgin arse of a mature woman? You don't have to answer that, it was a rhetorical question."

"Um...well..." I was in a state of shock and did not how to proceed. However, Clare seemed to know all about my encounter with Daph the day before, so there was point in denying it. "Yes, Daph and I...we had s..."

"You fucked each others brains out!" Clare turned abruptly, stopping me in mid-sentence, but her broad smile reassured me she was just trying to wind me up. She folded her arms under her wonderful chest in a gesture that looked like she was proud of eliciting a confession out me.

"Yes!" I answered. "But I didn't simply grab her breast...it just sort of happened."

"It is of no consequence who did what. You enjoyed each other, I know Daph did, end of story." She smiled, opening her hands in a gesture of topic closure. "However, being open and frank with me...well it wasn't so hard, now was it? Certainly not as hard as your cock was yesterday by the sound of it. And certainly not as hard as it was a few minutes ago when you had it stuffed inside my cunt."

I grimaced noticeably at the ending of her last sentence. I was not sure why she had decided to use such a word. Maybe she was testing me in some way.

"Don't you like the word cunt?" She asked rounding her desk again to sit on the edge in front of me. She crossed her long legs and pulled the hem of her dress down in a subtle act of modesty.

"Are you testing me or something?" I asked, a little unsure of myself. 

"No...well, I do like to shock people from time to time. Their immediate reactions when surprised or shocked tend to give me an insight into their genuineness."

"I hope I have passed?" 

""Marking is still in progress." She said coolly.

I found myself liking this elegant woman more and more. A lot of guys might have found her intimidating, I know I certainly did at first, but as time had gone on she seemed to be becoming less so...becoming more attractive. Not an attraction borne purely out of her physical appearance but one based on the glimpses I was starting to see of the person beneath the confident, statuesque exterior.

"It's not a word I like to use in reference to the female genitalia. Call me old fashioned, but I regard that word, when used as a descriptor for the female parts, as being demeaning...um,...I can't explain it properly. I just don't like the word when used like that."

"Cool." She said, and sat up straight, crossing her arms below her breasts again. "I can understand what you mean and I appreciate your candour. When do you use the word?"

"As the foulest of foul swear words...usually directed at someone I really detest. Like my next door neighbour."

"What? Michelle?" She asked, a faint smirk on her face. 

"No, of course not." I laughed. "The guy on my other side. Directly across the road from Daph."

"Oh, him. Yes, I see what you mean. Daph has mentioned him frequently in recent years. He would definitely fall into the cunt category." We both laughed as I agreed with her whole-heartedly.

"I would not piss on him, or his missus for that matter, if they were on fire." I added, which made Clare laugh even more. I enjoyed watching and hearing her laugh. Michelle had a loud, machine-gun type of laugh where as Clare had a more demure yet warm, wholehearted laugh> Plus, when she laughed her breasts swayed invitingly. 

I was also feeling relieved that the tension I had felt was starting to recede. 

"So, Michelle would be more of a fuck buddy then?" Clare was quick to change the subject but I was ready.

"I guess so." I admitted quietly. "Well, no, not just that..."

"See? You can be open with me. I knew you were screwing her hot, sexy body from the time she first told me about you and your photographic expertise but for some reason you kept denying it."

"I was trying to protect Michelle..."

"Her reputation?" She added, cutting me off. "How gallant of you. Look, Ray. I really don't give a flying fig who you screw, as long as you keep yourself safe and clean...I don't want to get caught up in any domestics nor catch any nasties." She laughed and smiled at me. 

"Okay...okay." I said meekly.

"You must think me a slut?" She said suddenly. I could see she was mentally revising all that she had said. 

"No." 

"Another test." I thought to myself. Rather than just sit and absorb her questions I decided to try and retrieve some of the initiative.

I stood to go to her and then realised I did not have any clothes on below the waist. I shrugged, accepting the fact that Clare had seen it all before. "I consider you an extremely sexy, hot, horny, full blooded woman."

"Bullshit!" She snapped.

"No bullshit. Straight up. Look, I am married, as is Michelle, but you know all that. Yet we have found a camaraderie together, something that we do not have in our respective marriages. For me, I have recently... I don't know how or why, call it fate...but recently, I have had more sex with different women than I would have, could have, should have, dreamt of." I took a deep breath thinking that I had started down the path of telling her all so I may as well go all the way. "Besides making love to Michelle, yes that is a heavy way of putting it but it is where we are at, I have fucked my hairdresser, had an amazing time with Daph, as you know, plus I have had the unbelievably enormous pleasure to have had sexual relations with you."

"Sexual relations with me? You sound like Bill Clinton! And don't think you can use a cigar in there either." She pointed to her lower body. 

We both laughed, then I added in a more serious tone, with a shy sort of look (for effect), "I meant it when I said it has been an enormous pleasure but I was not sure how to put the rest...fucked your cunt did not sound appropriate either."

I looked at her with puppy dog eyes. We both broke into gales of laughter. It took a few minutes to recover.

"I am glad you didn't use that term as well. If you had I would have cut you meaty cock off and stuffed it up your arse." She barely managed to get this string of sentences out in between laughing. 

We continued to discuss my relationship with Michelle, my encounter with Daph and Clare's relationship with Daph for a number of minutes. It got very deep and meaningful and at some random moment we simply stopped talking and walked into each others arms and embraced. A gentle, caressing one that lingered for quite a while. Gradually (and I am not sure who started) it increased in intensity and before we knew it we were both locked in each others arms crying for all we were worth. Long minutes passed before we pulled apart and looked at each other, both of us with red, puffy eyes.

"What the fuck caused that?" She asked wiping her nose on a tissue and handing me one as well.

"For me it was the sudden feeling of relief at telling 'all' to someone...getting a load off my chest with someone who I makes me feel comfortable. You?"

"Recalling all that Daph has done for me. Feeling some of your pain. Admiring how you feel about Michelle."

"Don't forget yourself." I added, taking another tissue. "You are now officially a close confidant. For me that is a huge thing. I don't let too many people that close."

"Thank you...I appreciate it. I really do. I do not have many people close to me either, beside Daph of course,...(sniff) especially men friends. All they won't to do fuck my c..."

"Fuck you...no. I mean...all they want to do is fuck you. Phew,...yes, I can understand that." We both laughed at the way I had stopped her from using 'that' word again.

"So, who is Abby?"

"Oh my god." I said, flabbergasted that the discussion had reverted to Abby. "Okay, you asked..."

"No... you used her name as you fucked my brains out, buddy...Hey!" She backed away slightly and looked down between us. My penis was starting to get restless again as I held her bodily.

"How about you sit down and relax, Mr Have Cock - Will Use It. I will go into the kitchen we have around the other side of the reception area and make us some coffee or tea, which ever you prefer, and then you can tell me all about this Abby person who got all riled up before you got here."

"Tea please...white, two descent sugars...I'm not sweet enough, so I'm told."

I watched the sway of her hips as her long legs carried her off into the distance of her office and out the door. I seated myself back at the front of her desk as would be normal but decided, possibly being a bit too cheeky for my own good, not to put my jeans back on.

"You just never know what might happen." I mused to myself. 

As I sat, I reflected on all that had transpired since I had arrived. "What a small world." I said to no one in particular, more to break the silence. "You just never know who you are going to meet and what mutual connections you might have." 

"Who were you talking to?" Came the sweet sound of Clare returning with beverages in hand.

"No one. I was just amazed... you know, how small a world it is. That sort of thing...you knowing Daph...being her niece of gods sake. Who'd a thunk-it. Thank you." I gently placed the offered mug of tea on her desk under a folded piece of paper to avoid marking it.

"You don't have to do that." She laughed, seeing what I had done. "You left a good deal of man stuff on this side and I have wet my blotter through, another stain ain't going to matter."

"Force of habit." I shrugged. "Nice cuppa though, thank you. Now on to Abby I suppose before we get on to other tour related matters."

"Sounds like a grand plan." She sipped her coffee and watched me over the rim. "I am also pleased you left your pants off... it might save us some time later on."

She raised her eyebrows and winked. I smiled broadly and fluttered my brow and tried to produce the best impression of Groucho Marx I could muster. She laughed heartily.

"You know, I have not seen you fully naked yet?" She commented rather than asked.

"I could change that if you wish?"

"Please...and I might do the same. Just to keep things even." Her cheeky smile and smouldering eyes told me we were in for a very 'up close and personal' meeting later on. "I took the opportunity to lock the outer door on the way back so we won't be disturbed."

"That's exactly what I would have done." I thought as I removed my shirt. "She is an organised planned, just like me."

"Wow!" She exclaimed as I threw my shirt on top of my bag. "You have a great body. Slim, bordering on slender, but broadish shoulders, good muscle definition, especially the pecks, narrow waist and a flat tummy...no wonder Michelle can't keep her hands off you. Or any one else of late by the sound of it." She ran her eyes up and down my body a number of times, taking in every detail. I felt a little self conscious and awkward. I was desperately not wanting to say or do anything foolish. "What size jeans do you wear?"

"I take size 30...30 inches that is. A bit on the thin side."

"Not at all. You look great...and I am not going to make any reference to age, so take it all as a huge compliment because that is exactly how I meant everything I just said. Built like a greyhound, to put it simply." 

"Yes." That was all I could muster by way of a response.

Clare turned her back as she slid her dress off and unfastened her bra. Before turning to face me, she gently rubbed the underside of her breasts. 

"Having a big bust means a more supportive bra and sometimes they dig in." She said over her shoulder.

"I like what I see." I answered casually. 

"Do you?" She asked, turning. Her wonderful breasts were indeed large but not disproportionately. In fact, with her height and heavyish bone structure, smaller breasts would have looked odd. Her nipples were rose pink in colour with round, finger tip sided nubs. "I bet you, like all males, would like to fuck me right now and be done with it?"

"To fuck you would be my honour, but as it was only a short while ago that we...well, right now...hmmm...I can wait." I smiled slyly.

"You must think me slut. No need to deny it. I can handle it if you do. Just be honest." I did not know why she had asked that question yet again. 

"I think she may have self-esteem issues and doubts about her place in the world, in the work place, and in life." I thought to myself. "Clare, please listen to me and listen carefully. Please sit, before I continue." 

I waited as she returned to her chair on the other side of her desk. She picked up her coffee and drank as I prepared to resume my response. 

"By definition, a slut is a promiscuous woman, but the term is usually reserved for behaviour bordering of being whorish. I don't think you whorish nor is your behaviour sluttish. Promiscuous,... maybe, definitely nor sluttish. Okay?" I smiled and she nodded. "I really like the fact that you know what, or who, you want sexually. Actually, being promiscuous is what us males do on a regular basis."

"Yes, but for you guys it's different. It is acceptable behaviour...you don't get labelled a slut you get pats on the back!"

"No, but that is where society gets it all wrong. Do you think yourself a slut?"

"No, not really. I like to be slutty when having sex with someone I enjoy being with and who will understand...someone like you, for instance."

"Well, if you don't think you're a slut and don't feel like you're a slut...apart from the times you choose to be...how can you be a slut? How can you ask such a question? It's not as if you go around asking, 'can you fuck me, I need a big cock!'"

"I would never do that!" She exclaimed. "I don't like big cocks anyway...well, not like some of the huge things you see in porn movies." She laughed in a shy way at her admission. I urged her to go on.

"I like average sized penises...yours is rather nice. Not that I have sex with a lot of guys either." She added quickly. "Sure, I have had my share but not excessively."

"Only nice?" I chided her playfully, ignoring the last part of her response, not out of disrespect, I just did not think it needed any additional commentary.

"It's adequate." She replied cheekily. "If a guy can not get ball deep inside a woman what the good is it having extra cock length? I mean, they can't even bang away for all they're worth lest they hurt the pour girl. Nah, give me an average length any day. Although a thick one like you have does fill the spot very well, I will concede." 

"I'm glad I meet your standard in some fashion." We both laughed. 

"You do!" She smiled demurely and sipped her coffee again. "Now, to Abby, before all this sexy talk gets us diverted." 

"Ohhh, okay." I said, exhaling deeply to cover my disappointment at not continuing with the sexy stuff. I crossed my legs to cover the rise in my crotch and started from the beginning. I explained about my work-life and experience, about the number of redundancies which led to the topic of Abby. As I spoke Clare leaned forward occasionally, her pendulous breasts swinging free just above the line of her desk. 




Community Involvement Ch. 12



The two weeks that comprised the end of term one holidays in New South Wales, which also included Easter this year, had come and gone so fast. It only seemed like yesterday that I had left the mercurial Clare on what had effectively been the last school day of the term, for Clare and I; the government schools still had the Friday to negotiate. 

My wife worked through the break, as was usual (she referred to bank her leave and use it during our summer holiday period). However, my daughter and I had not done anything overly exciting during that time but, then again, it had not been boring either. A bike ride or two and a game of squash and tennis, things of that nature, had filled in some time, plus some school assessment tasks required a visit to the library for additional research. We had had a good time together regardless and the days had slipped by quickly. To my pleasant surprise, leading up to the last Friday of the break, one of her friends had asked her around to their place. After dropping her off early that morning I had taken the opportunity, after doing a few domestics, to put the feet up and relax.

"Arrgghhhh! Who the fuck..." I moaned and cursed under my breath. 

The phone had rung which made me jump; startling me back to reality from the cosy, dreamy world I had slipped into, remembering that last week of term one and all that amazing sexual activity I had come my way (pun intended). That had been one crazy week for me, and I would gladly do it all again and again and again.

"Hello?...Ray?"

"Yes." I replied, still trying to clear my head.

"Sorry, it did not sound like you at first. I hope I haven't disturbed you too much?" 

The soft, lilting intonations of the soothing, friendly female voice on the other end of the land line, slowly filtered into my foggy brain, "If you can, I would love to see you around here, but only if you have the time? I bumped into Daniella while I was on the return leg of my morning walk and she told me that you had just left after dropping your daughter off at her place. So I..." Her voice faded out, but I was not sure if it was intensional or just the bad line.

"Sure Michelle, like you said, I am flying solo today. Is everything okay?" I asked. 

My senses had flown into hyper-drive upon hearing her sultry voice. I had not expected to hear from my dear, lovely and extremely sexy neighbour for at least another three weeks.

"All good. I dropped my son off last night at a mates house and now, like you, I have some free time. I know surprises are not your thing, but..."

I listened closely as the land line connection was not a good one...I got the distinct impression that she was up to something. "Are you sure?"

"Definitely! I was just pottering around wondering what to do with myself. You know how it is, sometimes having unexpected free time can be difficult to fill in. Anyway, I thought of you, as I do often when I am alone (this last comment was made in a hushed sext tone), and I got to wondering if you might like to come around and catch up..."

"What are you up to?" I asked warily. I knew that she was conjuring some sort of mischief, which knowing Michelle would be of the 'fun' variety, but I did not want to go spoiling things for her either. As she said, I am not usually good with surprises but for this particular lady, I was willing to make an exception.

"Little ol' me?" she asked in a really bad Henny Penny voice. Her laugh that followed her reply brightened my day considerably. 

"I will be on your doorstep in about 5!"

"Could you make it 10? That would be so excellent if you could. See you then." She promptly hung up. I shook my head in disbelief, not only at the coincidence of both of us being sibling free on the same day during the school holidays, but also at the rather unusual verbalisation Michelle had used.

"Oh well," I said out loud to myself. "beggars can't be choosers. Besides, it is a great opportunity to tell her my news about Clare and the music tour."

The day was a touch grey and overcast. Though the clouds were not low and foreboding, the light was still dull and uninspiring. Everything looked drab...to be expected when winter is approaching I suppose. However, I was not going to let the weather keep my heart from soaring as I hopped the small fence into Michelle's carport, rounded her small silver grey Mazda 3 and bounded up onto her veranda.

I rang the doorbell. A long moment of silence greeted my ears as I stood there eagerly awaiting the door to open. I was just in the throws of ringing again when Michelle finally answered.

"Hi Ray!" she said excitedly. "Um...sorry, I got caught with another phone call, and therefore, I misjudged the time it would take for you to get here."

"Are you okay?" I asked quizzically.

"Me! Sure. Well...yes and no." She looked (facially) as beautiful as always, but her expression told me she was caught in two minds about something. 

"Can I come in?" I asked, laughing slightly at her indecision. 

"Yes.... NO! Wait, please." She looked at me smiling wanly.

"I can come back?"

"Ugh, I knew I should not have rushed." She said aloud, although it seemed more of a reprimand of herself. She looked at me apologetically. "You don't have a clue what I am talking about do you?"

Her infectious laugh and cute smile made me reciprocate as I shook my head.

"I wouldn't have the foggiest. But I do get the impression you have something planned. Would it be something that you were going to deliver after your holiday, which you are now rushing to try and deliver today?"

"Very perceptive." She said with a cute, shy look. 

"Hand caught in the cookie jar." I thought looking at her expression.

"I know you don't like surprises, but..." Her eyes peeked at me from under her slightly down cast brow, their sky blue colour and her cheeky smile held and melted my heart, all in one quick moment. 

"Sorry, I had better not leave you too much longer standing there." She apologised and quickly continued. "Do you want your surprise straight away or should we have some tea and chat first?"

"As much as I would love to know what you are up to, I am going to take the tea option first...just so you have more time." 

"I was hoping you might say that, my dear man." She definitely seemed relieved. "I hate to ask...but...sorry, but can you give me a few minutes to get sorted? It is up to you. You are more than welcome to come in and relax on the lounge or you can go home and come back."

"I will be back right at this spot in fifteen minutes."

"Cool." The overjoyed look on her face was priceless. "Oh, Ray, do you know how to get around the back so you can enter via the deck?

"Yep, I think I could manage that."

"Phew, thank you. That saves me having to worry about opening the front door. Just knock and come straight in. See you in fifteen?" She promptly closed the door and I heard her squeal like a little girl as she ran off down her hallway.

"Curiouser and curiouser." I thought as I returned home. 

I busied myself getting some invoicing out of the way while I waited. Twenty minutes had actually passed by the time I finally reached her rear deck / entertainment area, the site of our first ever encounter that involved anything sexual. I let those happy memories pass as I walked to her door and knocked as she had suggested.

"Come in." She called. "Thank you for being fashionably late. I totally screwed up my timings for...well, I got behind schedule, as it were."

"Happy to oblige." I answered opening the door.

Michelle knew I prided myself on being punctual so her greeting, together with the sound of gratitude in her voice, made me smile and laugh to myself. I entered and immediately turned right which put me on a course straight toward my lovely hostess who was busy in her open plan kitchen. As I closed the door behind me, I noticed Michelle took a quick peek over her left shoulder but as I approached, she studiously kept her attention forward as she continued to plate up the array of small cakes she had to accompany our morning-tea. The nearer I got the more I noticed a small upward movement of her cheek; it appeared her anticipation of my greeting her matched my own heart-felt excitement. I pressed my body into hers from behind, feeling the gentle curve of her behind as I closed my arms around her waist. I breathed deeply, the heady perfume she wore filled my nostrils with a delightful mix of florals and earthy tones. I grazed my lips across her left shoulder and gently kissed my way along the slope of her fragrant flesh up along her soft neck and nuzzled her ear. She shivered slightly as I repeated my greeting on her right side. 

"Hhhhmmmm, you will make me weak at the knees if you keep doing that." She breathed, obviously enjoying my greeting as she rolled her head to the side to give me better access. She snaked her left arm upward and cupped the back of my head and ran her fingers into my hair. "I have missed you too."

"You can read my mind can you?" I asked in mocked shock.

"It's a good read too." She purred. 'Don't stop...I was quite enjoying the way you were saying hello."

I placed a series of small butterfly kisses from the tip of her right shoulder, up to her ear and down the other side. Michelle tilted her head each time, offering her neck to me.

"Your lucky I am not a vampire." I whispered. "I could've sucked the very life blood out of you by now."

"I doubt that my dear." She said in a hushed voiced as she rested the back of her head on my shoulder with her eyes softly closed. "You give me life not take it away."

I gently sucked on her neck as a vampire would have which made her giggle quietly.

"Before I forget," I whispered to her, "I have secured the contract teaching position. I am a proper subsidised staff member for the music tour."

"Oh Ray," she breathed, "That is wonderful news." 

She turned in my ams and kissed me tenderly. I responded and hugged her closer, feeling the swell of her breasts against my ribs. We kissed with a soft passion that spoke of the depth of feeling between us. Long minutes passed as we entwined yourselves in each others arms and reacquainted ourselves with heated kisses alone. 

Minutes passes and then, smiling broadly, Michelle broke away. "Now that was the best hello I have had for quite some time."

I concurred wholeheartedly. 

Eager to hear more of my recent achievement, Michelle told me to sit, indicating the lounge a few metres away, while she finished off the tea prep.

"So how is Clare?" Michelle finally asked as she flopped on the lounge next to me. She curled her subtle body into the corner of the cushions behind her and brought her left leg up and folded it, forming a comfortable number four shape with her right leg resting over her left ankle and planted onto the floor. I drank in her every curve, it seemed ages since I had been in such close proximity to my lovely neighbour, confidant and dearest friend...okay, lover. There, I have said it.

Her shoulder length hair was brushed to a shimmer and was cut so that the sides barely brushed upon her shoulders but followed the curve and crossed her back in a soft arc just below the nape. It suited her beautifully, which I complimented her on, causing her to blush noticeably. Her eyes were neither huge nor small, but they were as bright as a summers day at midday, despite the current external gloom. Her lips were slender and curled slightly upward at the corners, giving her a look that seemed to reflect her infectious good humour. Upon them she had donned a peach coloured lip stick, which matched her soft feminine cardigan that she wore over a simple white T-Shirt styled top with a low sweeping arc for the neckline. Her lithe legs were covered by ankle length leggings made from a stretch electric blue denim coloured fabric with a little dark blue leaf patterns running through it. 

"You look sensational." I blurted, running my eyes from foot to head and back again for the umpteenth time. 

"I am glad you appreciate my efforts." She responded warmly. "It is not everyday that I get such compliments and your eyes seem to be enjoying themselves as well."

"Yes, they are." I laughed at being caught out. It was not hard I suppose, I had not surreptitiously gone about looking her over.

"Clare was great." I stated, getting back on topic. "We met up on the Thursday before the end of term. That is when she told me about the tour and that I was to be included as a staff member." I had not personally dwelt on the events of that day all that much since, but doing so now made me sit up straight. "It's kind of exciting now that I think of it."

"You certainly understate things sometimes, my dear." She laughed. "It's not just exciting (said in a flat, off hand manner)...it is fantastic!" 

We laughed together like a pair of BBF's in an American sit-com.

"And what else did she say?" Usually when asked this sort of question by certain other people I could mention but won't, I would sort of shy away from a direct answer. This style of question usually invoked in me a feeling of being interrogated but the way Michelle posed the question, it was not of the probing variety. It was a relaxed, communicative way of asking for more information to keep the flow of dialogue going.

"Um...well...you know." I trailed off, cheekily avoiding coming straight out and telling her what actually transpired.

"Ohhhh, I see." Michelle picked up her tea and sipped it and gave me a knowing stare over the rim. "You did not do much talking...again!"

"Um...no." I admitted.

"At least you admitted to it." She shrugged. "Not like last time. I had to pry it out of you." Michelle looked at me and remained silent for a second or two and then threw her head back, and theatrically brought her hand to her brow.

"Oh, I am love with a serial fucker...what am I to do?" She burst out laughing at her own humour.

"Fucked if I know." I replied. We both broke into gales of laughter, tears rolled down both our cheeks.

"Actually, I spoke to Clare earlier in the week." She inserted this piece of information quietly with the precision of a surgeon...she knew when to strike.

"Oh, really." I replied with raised eyebrows.

"She did not tell me about the staff appointment. I suppose she left it to you to tell me the exciting stuff. I had to ask her about instrument insurance and the like, as I am part of the tour organising committee. But she did prompt me to ask you about her aunt...Daph?"

I had just taken a mouthful of tea. Unfortunately, I sprayed it instead of swallowing as she mentioned Daph's name.

"What...(cough, splutter)...about Daph?" I finally managed. "Sorry...it caught in the throat."

"Don't worry about that." Michelle indicated the tea spray dismissively. "I have to clean the house tomorrow. Anyway, it will mostly have dried by then. I gather you have 'spoken' with Daph, as well as Clare, and there is some sort of connection I gather?"

"Clare is Daph's niece..." I did not get to finish what I was going to say before Michelle broke in; a light bulb moment for her.

"You fucked Daph!" She said loudly. Not that she shouted in anger or anything, it was more out of astonishment. She looked at me for confirmation. 'Oh my god, you had sex with dear old Daph. I don't mean old, as in old...you know what I mean...you've seen her naked?"

'Yes...I have fucked her. And my hairdresser as well, on the Monday of the last week of term. I confess my sins and pray for your forgiveness."

"There is nothing to forgive, is there." She said, a slight look of shock on her face. "Daph...I would not have picked the one."

I explained the circumstances of my going to see my hairdresser and then about going to see Daph. The hairdresser was just a case of right place at the right time and, as such, did not command much attention. However, for the Daph episode, I related how one thing lead to another and then to another, so on and so forth. Michelle quietly drank her tea and offered me cakes as I spoke and asked appropriate questions as I went. She even asked for explicit details relating to my discovery of Daph's masturbatory forays and how we had ended up in the shower, and finally, even the minutest detail about my deflowering of Daph's arse. 

"Are you okay?" I asked, feeling a bit sheepish.

"I'm just feeling a little jealous, 'tis all."

'I'm sorry if I have..."

"You're not sorry. I can tell." She sort of snapped, then softened her tone. 

'Well, no...not really."

"Good. I am fine with all of that, really. However, I am just jealous because I have missed out on all your 'fun'. We made a pact about this area of our relationship, and I do not pull back from that one bit. It's just that I have not had any...sex, yet you have had heaps, by the sound of it. Why shouldn't I be jealous of you for that?"

"I could remedy that?"

"Not right now but thank you for the offer. Always the gentleman. Anyway, I have..." she stopped herself from going on with her sentence. It made me wonder, again, what she was up to.

"So what happened with Clare?" She asked quickly trying to change the subject, as she took my hand and kissed my fingers softly. 

"Another ploy to distract me from asking more about what she was up too." I assumed quietly to myself.

It was also a gesture of acceptance of what I had done and gratitude for being open with her and telling her about it all. As well as a confirmation of the bond between us and the strengthening of our relationship.

I proceeded to tell her about Clare's telephone conversation with her contacts in Salzburg. I had already explained to Michelle, as part of the Daph confession, about my Aunt Renee, and how Clare's mum had been a parachute packer with my aunt in Wagga, and as such, both had known Renee's war time, and later in life, man-friend and companion, Bob.

"You did what?" Michelle asked suddenly.

"I went down on her while she was on the phone." I smirked.

"You naughty boy. Don't get any ideas if my phone rings." She said, scolding me playfully.

I gave her a blow by blow run through of what Clare and I had got up to. Michelle took all I had to say in eagerly. She even started to squirm as she sat and listened and even asked questions for more detailed information at certain points. I assumed she was getting sexually twitchy by what I was relating. To tell you the truth, I was enjoying telling her. Not from some perverted sense, it just felt wonderful to have a beautiful female companion to share such intimate details with...quite extraordinary. 

That said, I could not deny, my penis had grown appreciably as well.

I moved my hips and squirmed as I sat, trying to give the ever increasing length in my crotch some extra room to expand. Michelle noticed and smiled. I looked at her as I finished off my tale and as I did so, her look changed. It appeared that something she had been mulling over in her mind had suddenly become clear...I got the sense that she was about to put her plan into action.

"That was some week, that last week of term, by the sounds of it." She said, uncurling her legs. "I'm surprised you have any spunk left to give to any other cock starved woman. I must admit, you certainly are embracing the spirit of community involvement?"

"I guess I am. Not that I planned any of it."

"It would appear that I have unlocked a monster..." Her eyes were a calming blue but there was a fire in them that burned bright. She snaked herself along the lounge. Her hands reached forward and the rest of her subtle body followed. I remained sat were I was watching her approach, wondering what she was going to do. Her hands found my knees but did not stop there. They pressed into my thighs firmly as she snaked her body along mine, her breasts grazed across my legs and abdomen, her mouth slowly parted as she neared my face. She crushed her body flat onto mine, her hands feverish as she fumbled and tore at my jeans, desperately trying to tear them open. Her mouth clamped to mine, her tongue attacked and pushed deep inside my mouth, scouring and probing every tooth it contacted. Our breathing, rhythmically syncopated, grew deeper and deeper as the passion of our kiss increased. I reached for her, slipping my hand under her upper layers.




Community Involvement Ch. 13



Disclaimer: All sexual encounters described are between people 18 years and older. 

***** 

Somewhat annoyingly my mobile phone buzzed again; another text message from Michelle. That made four in the last hour and it was not even midday yet. As much as I loved being with her, the knowledge of her leaving for a holiday for three weeks and these continuous messages were staring to be more of a frustration than an enjoyment. 

"Still waiting to board the plane. Another fifteen minutes should do it. My husband has gone for a walk...he hates waiting, lol. Ray, I have to confess, after last Friday and the unbelievable feeling of you filling my arse I have been wondering what it might be like to do the same to you? While I am away, and only if you are willing (I know you're able, lol), could you investigate a way of me experiencing what it is like to be the penetrator rather than the penetrated? An unusual request but we have an unusual relationship. Best git...they are calling our flight. Love you, M." 

It took me a number of reads to properly comprehend what she was asking. I laughed and shook my head in disbelief at her request but I was more than willing to do it, especially with her and for her. I chuckled to myself again, as I sat in my office and thumbed a reply. 

"Consider it done and can't wait. Love U2, R." I just wished I could have been a fly on the wall to see her expression when she read it. 

The prospect of fulfilling her request was thrilling to say the least. Many years earlier I had embarked on a quest to explore myself anally but had only rarely had the guts to share the exploration with anyone else. But more on that soon. 

To date, I have had good experiences with online shopping but I had to admit, this was the most outrageous. However, all things considered, the consequences of purchasing such an item far outweighed any reservations I may have had. As small as they were. 

Good old Google provided the usual swamp of sex video results interspersed with relevant sex toy providers. I clicked on a few sites and browsed and made notes on a scrap of paper (old school never fails) of brands and designs and prices. The variety of options was quite illuminating to say the least but gradually I started to narrow down the alternatives. Initially I had thought of a strap on dildo that literally strapped on but as my research knowledge grew, I soon discovered there were a number of alternatives that dispensed with an actual harness. From the outset, I knew I wanted something that was going to fulfil Michelle's request; to be able to penetrate my arse. However, I also desired a device that would stimulate her at the same time...mutual satisfaction seemed a good way to go in my eyes. I wanted to replicate the sex act with as much realism as possible, i.e. give her as complete a feeling of building toward orgasm as I would have fucking her. 

Bingo! I found one that fitted Michelle's brief (not briefs...well not yet) as well as my own. The product description read: 'Experience the extraordinary closeness with this 7 inch strapless strap on. Suitable for vaginal and anal use, one partner inserts the contoured bulbed end into their body (Michelle), holding the realistic dildo in place and leaving it ready to penetrate their lover. The attached dildo has seven (7) inches of insertable length, with the silicone offering a flesh-like texture and a great feel during use. During play, both partners are stimulated with the toy's soft, flexible feel and realistic shape and it removes the need for a fussy harness or wires, allowing you and your partner to enjoy simultaneous stimulation.' 

A win - win I think you could call it. 

At $124.95 (AUD) for the dildo, plus another eight bucks for the water based lube (free delivery was part of the deal) the investment was a small price to pay for what I knew would be an amazing experience for and with Michelle during our up coming three days and two nights alone, together; but that was not until after she returned from being away on her trip. I quickly dismissed the thoughts of her being away and continued to the check out to finalise my purchase. It would take two to three work days to be delivered. 

I was something like the proverbial cat on a hot tin roof following the order placement. On the day it arrived I could not get inside quick enough to have a look see. I tore off the postage wrapping, stripped off the plastic shrink-wrap and then slowed myself to carefully open the cardboard box it came in. As I did so, the lube dropped to the floor from the corner of the box. Thankfully the plastic bottle only bounced and did not break open. Finally I saw the new weapon of anal destruction and it was every bit as good to look at as it had on screen. In fact, I thought it looked better...slightly longer and thicker than I had expected for both insertable ends. 

"That bodes well." I said to myself as I took the 'strapless strap on' (those were the marketing words displayed on the side of the box) out and held it in my hand. It was lighter than I had envisaged which also meant Michelle would have greater control over the way she used the device rather than having to worry about a heavier object slipping. I was well pleased with my purchase but it still needed to pass one last hurdle; a private workout with the purchaser. Let's face it, I could not give it to my lover without first trying it for myself, now could I? 

I had no qualms about fucking myself anally with a dildo of this size as I was well acquainted with such, albeit not for a good many years. The personal exploration of my body really started just after I turned eighteen. A few of us 'guys' from high school (we were in our last year) took a day off and we congregated at one guys places to pass the time of day playing cards and drinking beer. By mid afternoon, we were all as drunk as and a number of them had passed out. A few had gone off home and a close friend (at the time anyway) and I kind of got into some sort of deep and meaningful conversation. The booze took control and that was when I had my one and only gay experience. I tried to get his hard cock into my arse, without lube I might add (that would account for the lack of success) and it hurt. However, it did peak my curiosity as to what it would feel like to have something invade that part of my body. 

At that time in my life I was a skinny, gangly sort of kid. I was extremely short on confidence, especially with girls, but even with male friends...I did not know who I was, what I was supposed to be; a typical lost sole as I now look back. At the time of that man to man episode, I deliberately let it happen, despite feeling unsure, solely because here was someone taking an interest in ME, actually wanting me sexually...I was still a virgin. 

I started high school in the early seventies, and during the January summer holidays, before school started, I had met this wonderful girl at Brighton Baths in Sydney. We hung out for what was an amazing four weeks in January. We talked our heads off and laughed profusely, I was on cloud nine. But, there is always a but, I never kissed her or held her hand...nothing. Why I hear you ask? I was shit scared that if I made a move like that she would take off, run for the hills. I still labour similar feelings even today for time to time in a variety of circumstances but usually sexual. I lack the confidence to pounce, for want of a better way to put it. That fear of taking the first step haunted me through out my high school years but none more so than this first one. I can't even remember her name but I vaguely remember she had long auburn hair, big brown eyes and seemed to enjoy my company. Suffice to say, once school started we lost touch and she moved away, literally, I think. 

I never had a real girl friend during the next six years of high school but I did have a lot of fantasy targets. In particular Jenny. Not only was she the centre of my sexual fantasises but, as I look back, I did have a crush on her. She was about the same age as myself, somewhat buxom even allowing for her teenage years, long dirty blonde hair, deep blue eyes and full, sensual lips. I did get to kiss her passionately a number of times, usually after walking her home from the local watering hole...good old Dutch courage. She had a boyfriend and he was a real arsehole and treated her quite badly. Most of us who knew her could not believe she stuck with him for so long. 

As I said, as a consequence of my gay sex one-off, it started me on a path to explore myself anally and fantasise about Jenny as I fucked my arse. I remember visualising that whatever I was using to my arse was actually my cock fucking its way up inside Jenny and she was continually building toward one huge orgasm after huge orgasm. During this period, a married guy in his late twenties (who was also our next door neighbour) showed me his collection of pornographic magazines. I would even sneak into their place while they were at work and steal one or two copies and add them to an ever increasing pile of material I kept hidden in the back shed. 

At least once a week, I would get home around midday from school, go and collect my porno pile and spend the next couple of hours in the bathroom. Our shower was over the bath, so I would place a chair at one end where I would place my mags and squat in the bath and rest my arms over the back of the bath while I flicked through each magazine looking for images in all states of dress or undress and sexy positions, that reminded me of Jenny. I would fill an empty bottle (a large coke or shampoo etc) with lukewarm water, smear vaseline onto the opening and around and inside my anal opening, and slowly squeeze the water up inside my arse. The feel and adrenaline rush I got as I felt the water slowly fill my anus was amazing. All of a sudden I would feel a soft thump in my gut as I reached capacity which I then tried to hold for as long as possible until I just had to expel the fluid and all that came with it. I repeated these enemas numerous times until I was satisfied I was clean, only then would I start to fuck myself with whatever I had available; it varied from cut of broom handles, small Lebanese cucumbers, slender zucchinis and the like. But the rush of the water as it filled me was a highlight. 

Once cleansed, I would start fucking myself by squatting over the phallic object and bouncing my hips to impale my arse as I stroked my cock in tandem. Balanced thus, I would start to flick through my hoard of porn mags and select Jenny-like images and place them on the floor. As I stroked my cock the pressure would increase along my back passage and on my internal glands to a point where it would sometimes reach an exquisite pain that I would only barely prevent from falling over into an all out orgasm. Time and time again I would build to the brink and stop myself, my breath deepening and rasping as I picked out more and more Jenny photos until I had found at least one per magazine. It was a simple task once I had completed my search to finally bring myself off and explode in a powerful burst of anal stimulated lust. There were times when I was so horny I would even curl myself up onto my back and would blast my load over my own face, fantasising I was coming all over Jenny or that she was coming all over me. 

That was the start of my anal exploitive orgasms which lasted until I was in my mid thirties. After I left high school, the Jenny fixation waned and I turned my attention to any number of looks instead of limiting my fantasies to one particular person. 

During a raid on the guy next door's porn supply one day, I happened across a sex contact newspaper. Call it kismet, but I was drawn to one advertisement in particular, labelled 'sophisticated lady'. I wrote a reply, this was before internet and email remember, and after about a week her answer arrived and we made arrangements to meet. She was tall, blonde and buxom, and into 'most things these pages' as the saying went. I saw her off and on over a period of a year, slowly building a rapport, as well as my personal confidence, in sexual matters. On one occasion, I asked her about enemas and she proudly showed me how she would go about administering it all all that went with it, all she required was for me to tell, in advance, when I desired her assistance. I was deeply curious and driven by personal desire to try so we arranged to meet the following week, when we would have a large chunk of time to fully explore this fantasy of mine, as she called it. Sharon also asked that I do some initial cleansing at home, if possible, just to clear the majority of any waste before landing on her door step. 

When I arrived, Sharon was dressed in knee length black boots and a black dog collar and nothing else. She had pieced nipples that stood proudly out from her well rounded breasts. Her navel was also pierced with a small jewellery piece and her pussy was bare. 

"All in the name of setting the scene." She commented as I complimented her outfit, or lack of it. 

She directed me to lie down on the massage type table she had set up in a darkened room. She had soft music playing, once again, as part of the mood building process and to help me relax. 

"All the better for you to take more of this," she teased as she showed me the bag full of a warm fluid...two (2) litres in all. 

"Shit, is that all for me?" I gulped. 

"No shit...well that is the hope after you expel this." She laughed and helped me place my legs in the stirrups on either side of the bench. 

"Can you hold this?" She asked as she walked up along the side of the massage table. 

'Sure." I replied but unaware of what it was she was talking about. 

She took my hand and placed a large black vibrator into my palm. I closed my hand around it firmly, as she instructed. 

"Now before I can start I need your help." 

"Anything." I said, a little warily. 

Sharon smiled gently and climbed up onto the table. She swung her thigh up over my shoulder and took up a position with my face directly under her pussy and between her legs as she sat down on my face. 

"I need to come." She said sternly. "It will help me concentrate on fucking your arse. The thought of all this has had me as horny as all get out all morning." 

Her revelation, while surprising, and considering she had her dripping snatch centimetres from my mouth, had me in a position where I could not say no. Immediately I began to tongue her crotch and I loved her sweet taste as I dipped my tongue deep inside. 

"Eat me Ray, lick my pussy. ohhh, fuck yes...there, right there," she directed as I sucked on her massive clit. I took it into my mouth as if it was a small cock drawing deep and loud groans from Sharon as I looked up to see her twisting and pulling at her nipples. 

"Oh fuck, that feels good," she hissed as I probed her deeply with my tongue. I dipped the fingers of my free hand into her wet pussy, coating them with her own juices before I spread her cheeks and stuck them in her hot arse. That drew a loud groan from Sharon as she raised up and began pushing her arse back onto my fingers. 

I had been sucking on her clit for several minutes, enjoying the taste of her succulent opening when she Maggie moaned heavily, "Oh fuck, I'm near cumming." 

Quickly Sharon jumped off the table and squatted over the vibrator I held in my hand. She clamped her hand around mine as she pushed the thick plastic rod deep inside herself and bounced feverishly. Within seconds her body literally bucked and jerked, like she was doing an imitation dance of Peter Garret. She plunged the vibrator hard into herself repeatedly until finally she dropped my hand and sagged against my chest. I caressed her back as she gradually gathered her senses. She kissed me warmly and thanked me for my help. I laughed a thank you as she made her way back to the foot of the table. 

Sharon proceeded explain the process in detail as she gently rubbed another vibrator against my arse and scrotum. She showed me the enema nozzle she had chosen for me, a ribbed tan coloured one, and after she fitted it to the hose, she eased it into my arse. My cock laid twitching on my hip, still standing to attention after her orgasmic warm up. 

"I'll get to this later." She whispered, patting my rod, as she inserted the hose and slowly opened the valve. The water trickled in, the warmth slowly built in my back passage. She closed it and told me to relax and let the water find its way. While we waited, she gently caressed my cock and softly blew streams of warm breath across my tightened flesh. She stopped just as my penis started to respond fully to her ministrations. 

"Don't want to soil the fun by going too far too soon." She cooed. 

She reopened the valve and gradually, over about half and hour, drained more of the water into me, interspersed with more cock play. I looked and saw, to my surprise, that almost three quarters of the liquid was no longer in the bag but inside me. I was beginning to feel a fullness that tantalised and excited without being overly sexual. As Sharon closed the valve I looked along my body and noticed my tummy was stating to rise as the level of water increased in my rectum and intestinal plumbing. After an hour, Sharon congratulated me; I had taken the bag in totality on my first attempt. 

"Not many can achieve that. I am impressed." She smiled. "Now, just relax and try to resist the urge of your body to expel the water. Try and hold it as long as you can. It will get harder to hold, but try to stop it." 

Her insistence was driven more by her not wanting to clean up a huge mess I assumed. As I laid on the bench, she gently massaged my chest with her rounded breasts and tenderly kissed my mouth. Every time I went to raise my hands to her, she pushed them down and told me to relax and let her be my guide. I closed my eyes, and felt her hard pierced nipples graze across my own, the pressure in my flooded back passage slowly built to a point where I was afraid I would not be able to walk. I felt bloated and heavy, like a blow up punching bag in the form of a penguin. 

I lasted another ten minutes, I think but I could not sure. Sharon helped me to slowly roll sidewards off the bench and get to the bathroom which was only a few feet away. Man, what a relief when I finally sat over the bowl and expelled...the sudden rush of fluid leaving my body was one of the most wonderful feelings I had experienced in a long time. I felt heavy one minute then as light as a feather. I sighed deeply with relief that I had made it. 

"Well done." Sharon complimented. "Now, if you want to proceed, resume the position?" 

I felt so dreamy at the relief of expelling the two litres of water that I robotically did as she suggested. Once my legs were back in the stirrups Sharon smeared a copious quantity of KY gel around and inside my anal cavity. I had not taken any notice of her as I walked out of the bathroom, I was too consumed with my own feeling of relief and the sudden feeling of weight lose. 

"I am going to use this." She told me, slapping a thick strap on cock against my thighs. 

"Oh, okay." I replied gingerly. 

"Don't worry. You are going to enjoy this, I know! Besides, I have a vibrator inside me and it is making me want to come badly." 

I nodded and mumbled some sort of reply which went unanswered. She stood at the end of the bench, the thick pink cock jutted out from the black harness around her hips. She grabbed the cock and pressed the thick head against my anus and used her hips to increase the pressure. 

"Resistance is futile." Was all I could hear in my head accompanied by flashes of Vogons from the Hitchhikers Guide. 

I felt her hand grasp the rubber shaft and reposition it slightly and then, pop, she entered me. I could feel the replica veins move past my sphincter as she slowly pushed the plastic cock fully inside.