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Amy's Christmas Guest

By: soroborn



My wife Pam and I were visiting Pam's sister for Christmas. Caroline was divorced from my wife's brother, but we still got on really well with her and their two daughters. The eldest, Sally, had left home and married, but the younger one, Amy, still lived at home while she attended college.

When we arrived, Amy opened the door for us. Pam headed straight into the kitchen to see Caroline, leaving Amy to show me up to the guest room with our bags.

"Good to see you, Uncle Tim," she said.

"You too, kid. How's it feel without Sally?"

"Weird. She calls and stuff, and we Facebook a couple of times a week, but it's not the same."

I dropped our stuff on the bed. "Come and have a look what I've done with my room now I've got it to myself," urged Amy.

I followed her across the landing. She closed the door behind us and sprawled on the bed, which was at least king-size.

"Loads of room," she said, stretching her arms out to demonstrate. "Come on, try it."

I must have looked a little shocked, as she grinned and said, "Nothing to be afraid of," and patted the bed beside her.

"OK," I said slowly, and sat carefully right on the edge of the bed.

"Properly," she urged, and grabbed my shoulders from behind so that I lost my balance. I ended up on my back across the bed, and she playfully pinned me down with her body; I tried to ignore the pressure of her breasts against my chest.

She looked into my face, her expression serious. "Uncle Tim, I know I can trust you. I'd really like to spend some time getting closer to you while you're here this time." Her half-bold, half-embarrassed expression gave me a clue as to what she meant by 'getting closer'.

"Well," I said, suppressing my half-shocked, half-pleased reaction, "we'll have to see what we can do."

I looked at her again in a new light, and had to admit that she was turning into an attractive young woman; she had clearly chosen her fitted top to show off her still-developing but already shapely breasts, and her jeans emphasised her long, slim legs.

"We'll have to be careful," I said. "We can't let Pam and your mum get the slightest idea."

"Don't worry about that," she said. "Mum still treats me like a kid, and I know how to act like one. It'll be easy to find an excuse for you to have to 'look after' me, while they go off and do boring grown-up things."

It turned out she was right; Pam and Caroline went off the next day to the nearest town to do last-minute Christmas shopping, planning to be out until well into the afternoon, while I agreed with a show of reluctance to 'baby-sit', and Amy grudgingly conceded that sure, it would be OK to make a jigsaw or something with Uncle Tim and that – really, Mum! – she could manage to find something for us both to have for lunch.

As the car pulled out of the drive, Amy was already tugging at my hand.

"How about we use the hot tub?" she said. "I'll get my swimsuit on – you brought trunks like Mum said, right?"

Without waiting for an answer, she skipped up the stairs to her room to change. I followed her up and went into the guest room to find my trunks. I changed quickly, coming back out onto the landing. Amy was already there, in a bright yellow two-piece, leaning nonchalantly against the frame of her bedroom door.

"Very nice," I said, appreciating her shapely figure even more in the minimal swimwear.

"Come here and tell me that," she teased. I took the couple of steps over to her, and as I reached her she pulled me towards her and kissed me hard on the mouth.

"That's a sample for later," she said, turning and walking down the stairs. I was sure she knew the impact she was having as I watched her barely-clad bottom swaying.

I followed her to the deck outside the patio doors where the hot tub was installed. Steam was already rising from the surface of the water.

"I made sure it'd be pretty warm," she said, climbing in and lowering herself to her neck in the water.

I climbed in after her and sat facing her. I stretched out, and my foot touched the inside of her calf. I began to caress her lower leg with my foot, and she relaxed, closing her eyes.

After a while I deliberately moved my foot upward, gently stroking the inside of her thigh with my toes, and her eyes opened again. I watched her face as my foot reached the top of her inner thigh, and one toe lightly rubbed between her legs, touching her through the thin fabric.

"Mmm," she said, "I would never have thought of that." And she opened her legs wider to give me more access. I shifted position so that the ball of my foot was pressing against her, and began to caress her rhythmically. Her hands moved to her breasts, squeezing them and stroking her nipples, and I felt her begin to move her hips in time with my own movements, pressing back against me. Her movements became more urgent, and suddenly the water was rippled by her body shaking with pleasure.

When she had finished, her face flushed, her chest moving up and down as she still breathed rapidly, she spoke, her voice full of emotion.

"Wow, Uncle Tim, that was amazing, not like anything that's happened to me when I've just been touching myself."

"Glad you liked it," I said. "Want to stay in the tub a little longer, or have you had enough of being in hot water?"

She obviously got the pun, and replied, "Oh, I think we can stand to hot things up a little more, but you're right, the water is a little warm."

She stood, and stepped out over the rim of the tub onto the deck. I got out too, and we walked across the deck to the patio doors, picking up towels from a stack along the way.

We entered the living room, and I slid the doors shut behind us. Amy walked over to the fireplace, where a log fire was burning, and stood on the rug.

"I could use some help drying off," she hinted.

I went and stood behind her, wrapping my towel around her and starting to dry her.

"I need to take my swimsuit off, silly," she teased. I moved back, and she reached behind her and deftly undid the fastening of her bikini top, then did the same for the bottoms, tossing both garments on the floor.

"Now," she said, "do what you were doing before."

I wrapped the towel round her again, and dried her off; she moved her legs apart so I could reach between them with the towel.

When she was dry, I dropped the towel and moved up close behind her, putting my arms around her waist. She relaxed back against me, then said, "No fair, you still have your trunks on."

She twisted in my arms and grasped the top of my trunks, pulling them down. I stepped out of them, and said, "So, you OK with what you see?"

She pretended to look unsure, then grinned and said, "Of course. But it's not the first time I've seen a man with no clothes on."

I paused for a moment. "Amy, can I ask, are you a virgin?"

She shrugged. "There was this one guy, but to be honest it was pretty disappointing. By the time he got the condom on and got inside me, he finished almost straight away, and he didn't seem to want to do anything else for me."

"I'm really sorry to hear that," I said. "Hopefully I can make it up to you a little?"

"You already have," she said, her face giving away that she was thinking back to a few minutes ago in the hot tub.

"Plenty more things we can try," I grinned. I moved back behind her, this time pressing my erect penis into the cleft of her buttocks and wrapping my arms around her.

"Mmm," she said, "feels nice."

I moved my hands up to cup her breasts, then brushed her nipples gently. She gasped, then relaxed to the feeling. I continued touching her, then kissed the nape of her neck and her shoulders.

"Use your mouth on my breasts," she requested. I moved round to face her, and bent my head to her breasts, kissing around her erect nipples but not yet touching them with my mouth or tongue. She took my head in her hands and deliberately guided my mouth onto one nipple; I obediently took it into my mouth and gently caressed it with my tongue, then suckled it. I slid a hand down her stomach, over her furred mound, and lightly touched the wetness I found between her legs. I switched to the other nipple, and she gasped again, this time putting her hand on top of mine and pressing it harder against her entrance.

I followed her implied suggestion, and began to slide one finger over her entrance, then onto her clitoris. Again her hand was on mine pressing my fingers more firmly against her. I began to move my hand rhythmically, and she began to breathe more rapidly, giving little moans.

"I think I want your mouth there," she said between gasps.

I eased her down onto the rug and bent my head between her legs. I slid a finger inside her and flickered my tongue on her clitoris. Soon I felt the rippling of her muscles around my finger and she arched against me, her moans betraying the pleasure surging through her body.

She relaxed, and managed, "Wow, I didn't know I could do that twice."

"Well, plenty of time to find out if you have a limit," I grinned.

"But what about you?" she said.

"I don't mind carrying on like this for as long as you want," I replied.

"But sometime you'll want to release," she queried.

"Sure, but the longer I wait, and the more times I please you, the better it feels at the end."

She thought for a while, then said, "But could you come, then carry on?"

"As long as it didn't involve that part of me, sure."

"Then I'd like to help you next," she said with an air of decisiveness.

"OK," I said, "I'd really like that. But what did you have in mind? I have condoms in my case."

"Can I tell you something?" she said, seeming slightly embarrassed.

"Of course."

"I sometimes watch videos on the Internet, you know the kind," she said hesitantly.

"That's OK," I reassured her. "Did you see something you wanted to try?"

"Yes," she admitted, relieved. "I've always liked the thought of having a guy squirt his stuff all over my stomach and breasts."

"Funnily enough," I said, "most guys like the thought of that too."

"Great," she said. "So what's the best way to make that happen?"

"Well, the most obvious way is if I go inside you, then just as I'm coming, I withdraw and it goes on you. But I think perhaps we'd better save the going inside part till later?"

She thought for a moment and said, "I think you're right – but don't worry, I'm on the pill. You won't need those condoms. So what else is there?"

"You can use either your hands or your mouth – or both – to make me come, then you basically aim it where you want."

"OK," she said. "But you'll have to tell me as I go along what's working for you. Stand in front of me, and we'll see how we get on."

I stood, and she knelt in front of me, then bent her head to take the head of my still-erect penis in her mouth. She used her tongue, hesitantly at first, then as she became accustomed to me in her mouth, more confidently, using her lips around me to give me the feeling that I really was inside her.

"I'm quite close now," I gasped. She increased her pace, using her hands round my shaft as well as taking more of my length into her mouth with each thrust.

I groaned, and with perfect timing she released me from her mouth and continued to use her hands on my shaft as the first spurt of fluid got her right between her breasts. She gasped, then said, "Oh!" as my second spurt splashed over one breast and began to run down. A third got her stomach. She touched the slipperiness on her stomach with one finger, and put it to her mouth.

"Mmm," she said, "I like."

I nodded, still breathless. "Want me to clean you up?"

"OK," she said. I fetched tissues and mopped her, then darted a quick kiss on each nipple.

"Wow," she said. "I think I could take a break now – you hungry? I did promise Mum I'd get us some lunch, and I don't want her to tell me off for being a bad girl."

I grinned, and said, "Sure, how about some sandwiches? You need to keep your strength up if we're going to do any more of that, and so do I."

Amy made sandwiches, and we took them back into the living room to eat sitting on the sofa. When we had finished, she shifted position so she was closer to me and said, "So, what shall we do next?"

"I know something you'll enjoy," I said. "It's a little like what we did earlier, but a different position, and I think you'll experience the pleasure in a different way."

"I'm game," she said, "where do we start?"

"Easy," I said. I moved to lay on my back on the rug. "Now you come to me."

Amy complied, straddling my body. I pulled her towards me, and kissed her briefly on the lips. Then I began again to kiss her breasts and use my tongue on her nipples. Soon I felt dampness against my stomach from her entrance, and she began to move her hips a little against me.

"Now move upwards," I said. She did so, and soon she was positioned so that my tongue could reach between her legs. I began to stimulate her clitoris, at the same time as using my hands on her breasts and nipples. She reached behind her and found my nipples, touching them with her fingers, and as I began to be more aroused I pleasured her more intensely in turn, until again she was writhing with pleasure against my mouth.

When her orgasm was complete, she met my eyes with hers and said, "I have an idea. Stay completely still; don't move." She moved back down, until I felt her wetness on my now-erect penis. She put her hand down, and carefully guided my tip against her entrance, then moved so that I slid into her. She shifted position so that I was penetrating her deeply, then became still.

She smiled at me and said, "Just a taster of what it'll be like when we're ready to go all the way."

Then she slowly eased off me until I was out of her, and lay on me, wrapping her arms around me and holding me close to her.

"I think we ought to make some progress with the jigsaw, in case your Mum asks," I said after a while.

"Definitely," she grinned, and got up. "I'll get dressed." She quickly climbed the stairs and reappeared in jeans and T-shirt, not looking as though she'd had several hours of illicit pleasure.

I went to my room and dressed too, then went downstairs to find her at the dining table carefully turning all the pieces of a large jigsaw the right way up. I joined her, and started to assemble the edges.

"I have an idea you might enjoy," I said, as we carried on working on the jigsaw. "Would you enjoy watching Pam and I having sex?"

A glint came into her eyes. "Sure – but how will you persuade her to let me be there?"

"I have a better idea. I'll make sure she can't see, and you sneak up to the door and watch round it in the dark."

She grinned. "That sounds cool!"

Pam and Caroline found us halfway through putting the jigsaw together when they returned, and Amy put on a great act of grudgingly acknowledging that she might have enjoyed her day, well, a little bit, Mum.

We had a meal together, then I pleaded tiredness and suggested an early night. Pam followed me up the stairs and shortly we were in bed with the lights off.

"Darling," I said, "seeing as we're on holiday and don't have to get up in the morning, how about..."

She stretched lazily and put her hands down to lift her nightshirt over her head. She never wore panties in bed so immediately her body was accessible to me. As I took her in my arms I reflected how different she as a mature woman was to Amy; not better or worse, just different. I kissed her on the mouth, and she returned the kiss with enthusiasm, her hands moving over my body. After a while I broke the kiss, and my mouth went down to her ample, womanly breasts and I began to pleasure her erect nipples.

She made a sound of enjoyment and said, "Mmm, Tim, take me our favourite way."

I let her get to her knees and turn around so her back was to me. As I did so, I thought I saw a movement from the direction of the door. I glanced over, and caught the barest glimpse of a shadowy silhouette through the crack in the door, and a glint of light from Amy's eyes. So she had come.

I turned back to Pam, and placed the tip of my erect penis against her entrance from behind as she positioned herself to open to me, then eased my way into her. I put one hand on a breast, and slid the other one down her stomach and began to caress her clitoris with a finger as I started to slide in and out of her. She began to moan gently, and I moved more quickly. I bent my head to her ear, so she could hear my response to what we were doing, and after only a short while – probably because I was already excited by being inside Amy, however briefly, earlier on – I reached my climax, and with a groan spent myself in her. As she felt the rush of warmth, she yielded to the persuasive touch of my finger on her clitoris and arched in her own orgasm.

Still entwined, we sank to a lying position on the bed. After a few minutes my erection softened and I slipped out of her, and I held her a little longer until I could tell from her breathing that she was drifting off to sleep.

"Suddenly I don't feel quite so sleepy," I said. "I think I'll go down and read for a while so I don't disturb you."

She managed a half-asleep response, and I carefully slipped out of the bed and out of the door.

I quietly tiptoed down the corridor to Amy's room; she had a nightlight on and smiled as she saw me enter. I sat on the edge of the bed, and she put out her hand to mine.

"That was amazing," she said. "I really liked it when you kissed her, it looked really passionate and it was obviously turning her on straight away."

Amy pulled the covers back as she carried on speaking; she wore nothing in bed.

"Then when you started to use your mouth on her nipples, I imagined what it had felt like when you were suckling me." Amy's hand moved to her breasts and she started to brush and gently pinch her nipples, obviously to imitate the feel of my mouth on her.

"Would you like me to help?" I asked.

She shook her head, and continued with her fantasy. "She was ready for you really quickly, and I really like the idea of that position – you behind her so she can't see you, almost anonymous, like domination." Amy's hand moved down her stomach, over her mound, and she began to alternate sliding her finger in and out of herself, with touching her clitoris.

She continued, "I bet that your finger on her clitoris felt a little like this –" she gasped, " – and to be penetrated at the same time, mmmm."

She began to move her fingers on herself more quickly, more insistently, and I watched fascinated as her eyelids started to flicker, and her other hand brushed her nipples and squeezed her breasts.

Her voice betrayed her nearness to orgasm as she managed, "... and when she felt you spurting inside her..." Her words tailed off as a wordless moan escaped her lips, and her whole body shook as she finally came.

When the spasms of pleasure finally died down, she closed her eyes and with a smile on her face turned half onto her side. I bent and gently kissed her on the lips. "See you in the morning..." She nodded, her eyes still closed, and I slipped out of the room.

I returned to my room and slid back into bed, resting my hand on Pam's hip. Then as she stirred in her sleep, I caressed her thigh and then her bottom gently. She shifted position, giving me access from behind to her entrance. My hand found wetness again, and I slipped my fingers inside her, then tentatively touched her clitoris. She shifted position again, more onto her front, parting her legs further, and I increased the intensity with which I touched her. After a surprisingly short time, she uttered the first sound I had heard her make since I returned to the room, a low moan of pleasure, and another orgasm rippled through her body. Then she drifted back to sleep.

In the morning, we all discussed plans at breakfast. Amy overdid her show of reluctance when Caroline mentioned that she and Pam would be out again for the first part of the day; Caroline, embarrassed by her daughter's behaviour, took Amy out into the porch and there was the unmistakeable sound of a slap. They returned, Amy looking chastened – but with a strange glint in her eye – and Amy mumbled an apology. The two older women left shortly after that, with Amy admonished to 'be good, and do what Uncle Tim tells you.'


Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 02



Amy lifted her head from my shoulder; her face was wet with tears.

"Are you OK?" I asked anxiously.

"Oh yes," she said, "don't worry, nothing's wrong, just some powerful emotions. You know what, Mum and Pam will be back soon, we'd better keep up appearances."

We got dressed -- I thought to myself that after the morning's activities we could have done with a shower, but it was pretty unlikely that my wife or her sister would have the slightest idea what we'd been doing -- made some sandwiches, and went back to the jigsaw.

When Pam and Caroline returned, they were full of talk about the Christmas lights, the shops, and the gifts they'd bought, and we chatted until it started going dark. It was Christmas Eve, and Caroline had made a casserole for dinner. Then we watched TV till quite late, and went to bed. I wondered if Amy would come up with any adventures that night, but we all slept without any diversions.

The next morning, Pam and Caroline immersed themselves in preparations for the Christmas lunch, while Amy and I carried out with our jigsaw.

"When do you think we'll get some more time alone?" she asked.

"Don't worry, I have a plan," I said. "Just watch."

When lunch was all in hand, Pam and Caroline came back into the living room, and my wife said, "Now, how about we all open our presents?"

I'd bought presents for Amy and Caroline of course without knowing the turn that events would take, and I made a mental note to buy something really special for my niece as soon as the shops were open again. Pam and Caroline opened their presents from me, and both glanced at each other with a broad smile.

"A pamper day -- how thoughtful!" said Caroline. "And tomorrow, too -- I hadn't thought they'd open on Boxing Day."

"Only for these special gift vouchers," I said, managing to wink at Amy without Pam or Caroline noticing. She winked back, and I could see the anticipation in her face already.

We opened the rest of the presents, then sat down at the table and enjoyed the spread. Afterwards, we went back into the living room; I sat on one of the sofas, and Amy did a great job of playfully bouncing on the seat next to me, then virtually into my lap.

"Don't hassle your uncle," chided Caroline, "After a meal like that, he probably wants a nap."

Amy pouted convincingly, then said, "You don't mind, do you, Uncle Tim?"

"Of course not," I smiled, and gave her a convincing hug. She settled down against me, and Caroline shrugged, turning her attention to the Bond movie on TV, that we'd all seen dozens of times before. As Sean Connery made love to the beautiful spy, I bent to Amy's ear and said in a low voice, "I wouldn't mind being on a slow boat to China with you right now." She smiled, and I felt her press herself more closely into my lap, unnoticed by her mother and aunt.

When the film finished, Caroline got up and made snacks for us -- nobody felt like a substantial meal after the Christmas lunch -- and Amy and I ate still in our comfortable position.

"We'd better go and dig some things out for tomorrow," said Pam, and she and Caroline went upstairs to find their swimsuits, towels, and whatever they'd need to be 'pampered'.

As soon as they were out of the room, Amy turned to me and kissed me on the lips with a surprising urgency, to which I responded whole-heartedly. After a short while, I felt her hand on mine, and she undid just the button of her jeans and guided my hand inside the elastic of her panties. I slid my hand over her warm mound until my fingers met the wetness of her entrance and the hard nub of her clitoris. I began to touch her, doing my best to imitate the way I'd seen her touch herself; she put her hands to her breasts and stroked her nipples through her t-shirt. It wasn't long before she was gasping into my ear and I felt her orgasm against my hand.

We both heard footsteps on the stairs, and I hastily withdrew my hand; Amy refastened her jeans, and when Pam and Caroline re-entered the room we were seated apart, both doing our best to look fascinated by the inane 'review of the year' show on the TV.

"Probably time we all went to bed," suggested Caroline. "Pam and I have to be up early to start our day, and I thought you two could take a look at the sales in town."

"Sounds great, Mum," said Amy. "I got some vouchers for Christmas, and I can drag Uncle Tim around the clothes shops while I try stuff on."

"I'll probably end up in the coffee shop after about ten minutes," I warned. 

Pam nodded. "He isn't great at shopping, so I wouldn't get your hopes up,"

"OK," said Amy, "but I definitely want to get some new stuff." She got up, and did a convincing job of going up the stairs as though she was suddenly bored of the stuffy adults and their lack of enthusiasm for anything a young woman would find interesting.

The next morning, Pam and Caroline left for their pamper day just after breakfast, and Amy and I set off to walk into town to see what the sales had to offer.

"Do you think it would be too conspicuous if we held hands?" asked Amy.

"I don't have a problem with that," I said. "If we see someone you know, you can just do the 'my boring uncle doesn't think I'm old enough to go off around town by myself' act, and everyone will be convinced."

She grinned, and took my hand. When we reached the main shopping street, she stopped. "You won't really go and sit in the coffee shop, will you?"

"Of course not," I grinned. "I have to tell you what I think of the clothes you're going to try on, don't I?"

She smiled, and pulled me into the first shop, a fashion chain with its own range of clothing for young women. We headed for the right section, and Amy grabbed an armful of garments. She walked toward the changing rooms, glanced around, and said, "Guess what? Nobody about. Come on!"

Grasping her intention, I followed her into the furthest cubicle along. Fortunately the cubicles were a generous size, and she had space to undress down to her underwear. She could tell I was enjoying looking at her, and only reluctantly began to try on the various garments she'd selected.

I gave my opinion on each, and when she reached a red dress cut low at the front, I said, "Wow -- that really suits your figure. It'd do for a ball or a cocktail party. What do you think?"

She came into my arms and said, smiling, "What I think is that I'll buy it, wear it for you, and let you take it off me as soon as possible."

She changed back into her own clothes, and we exited the cubicle -- again without being spotted. She paid for the dress, and soon we were back out in the street.

"Now," I said, "there's somewhere I want to take you shopping." I took her elbow, and guided her toward an expensive jeweller's. She turned to me, her eyes wide, but didn't say anything.

"Watch this," I said, as we went into the shop. We were approached by an assistant, and I caught Amy smiling secretively as the man obviously tried to work out exactly what our relationship was to one another. I put my arm lightly round Amy's shoulders just to give him more food for thought.

"I'm looking for something special for the young lady as a late Christmas present," I said. "Perhaps something with rubies, to go with a new dress."

I saw Amy's eyes widen, but the assistant simply said, "If you'll follow me?"

He led us to a glass display case with some exquisite pieces. "Perhaps the lady would like to try this one?" he said, indicating an elegant necklace with a central ruby and several diamonds.

"Yes, let's try it," I said. He unlocked the case, and carefully handed me the necklace. I moved behind Amy, close enough to feel her warmth against me, and fastened the necklace around her throat. She looked in the mirror, and smiled.

"I think that shade will go perfectly with the dress," she said. I could just tell from her voice that she was hiding her anxiety in case she was not playing the right part in the game I seemed to have started.

I played my final card. "Lovely -- we'll take it." As the assistant moved to the counter to find a box for the necklace and wrap it, Amy's face was a picture.

"Are you serious?" she said when the assistant was out of earshot, smiling and shocked and pleased all at once.

"Absolutely," I replied. "We can tell your mother it's costume jewellery, but we'll know."

"But the price!" she said.

I looked straight into her eyes, and said carefully, "I promise not to spoil you, but if you're OK with me getting you one special treat this time around, I'd be really grateful."

She nodded, not speaking. The assistant returned, and said, "If you'll follow me, sir." I went with him to the discreet area of the shop where the till was situated, and gave him my credit card to swipe. Then he handed over my purchase in a small carrier bag with the shop's logo, and I rejoined Amy.

Back on the street, she said, "I thought it would be you who would give up first, but I'm a little overwhelmed with shopping already."

I chuckled. "Just one more stop, then we can go back."

I led her to a shop which had just recently opened in the town, specialising in lingerie and sexy nightwear. I stopped outside the door, and said, "I won't come in this time -- surprise me."

Amy grinned, and disappeared into the shop. She reappeared a short while later with several bags.

"That didn't take long," I said.

"I've looked through their catalogue before," she said, "and I knew exactly what I would choose if I ever had reason to wear such nice things. Now I have a very good reason."

We walked back to the house, and as soon as she closed the door behind us, Amy said, "Can I?"

I knew exactly what she meant without having to wait for an explanation, and I nodded. She grabbed the bags and walked up the stairs, closing the door of her room behind her.

I went through to the living room and sat on the sofa, picking up a glossy magazine to keep me occupied while I waited. It seemed an age before I heard Amy's voice as she walked down the stairs.

"You have to close your eyes," she said. I obeyed, and heard her footsteps enter the room, come towards me, then stop.

"You can open them now," she said.

She stood there in high heels, stockings, and the red dress. Whatever kind of underwear she'd selected, it showed off her breasts to even better advantage in the low-cut dress. I glanced at her throat, then saw she carried the velvet box from the jeweller's in her hand.

"I wanted you to put it on me like you did before. I want you to do that every time I wear it for you," she said.

I complied, opening the box and moving behind her to clasp the necklace round her throat. Then I put my arms round her waist, and she leaned back into me. I was almost breathless with her elegance and beauty, and in that feeling even forgot for the long moments I held her, just how much I desired and wanted her.

I put my feelings into words. "Amy, you're beautiful. Even if we hadn't shared everything we have the last couple of days, I would be overwhelmed seeing you like this."

She turned to me, and put her hands over my shoulders. "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. Thank you, Tim, it really helps me that I know someone can see me that way."

She was silent for a moment, then said, grinning, "But don't think that will let you get away without doing what I made you promise to."

I must have looked puzzled, because she laughed, suddenly looking a lot more like the young woman she was, instead of the elegant beauty I now knew she could also be.

"You have to take the dress off me too, silly," she reminded.

I nodded. "Do you want to leave the necklace on?" I asked.

"That would be sexy," she smiled. "Yes, please."

I moved behind her again and held her for a moment, then slowly pulled down the long zip at the back of the dress. I carefully eased the dress off her shoulders, and it fell in a pool at her feet. She stepped out of it, and I picked it up and draped it over the back of a chair. She turned to face me, and I appreciated just how well her bra held her breasts, pushing them up and together.

She followed my gaze. "Well worth the money," she smiled, "You can see why women go for these."

"And why men like it when women wear them," I agreed.

"But they like it better when women take them off," she teased. She reached behind her with both hands and unfastened the clasp of the bra, revealing her breasts. Her nipples were already hard with excitement, and I couldn't help bending my head toward them and kissing them.

As I suckled her, she reached for the elastic of her panties, and I helped her push them down and step out of them, leaving her only in suspender belt and stockings, and the ruby necklace.

"Now," she said, "I think it's time for a bit of a game again. Pretend I've been bad and need to be punished."

I remembered back to the incident in the kitchen with Caroline, and lightly smacked Amy on her bottom with the palm of my hand. She drew her breath in sharply, and I repeated the slap on the other cheek. She moved so she was standing with her legs further apart, and I continued the gentle slaps. She put her hands on her breasts and began to touch and squeeze her nipples.

I paused for a moment to shed my own clothes, then moved up close behind her so that she could feel my erection against her, again using my hand on her bottom so that it reddened slightly.

"Ohhhh," she moaned, "I want you in me." She leaned forward, holding onto the back of the sofa, giving me complete access to her from behind.

I pressed the tip of my erection against her wet entrance, then slid inside her. I felt the lace of her suspender belt against my stomach, and slid my hands over her stockings. Then I started to thrust deeply into her and withdraw. I moved my hands over her breasts and stomach, and between her legs to pleasure her clitoris. As I began to thrust more insistently, she matched my movements with backward thrusts of her hips, and as I gave a final groan and spurted into her, I felt her body shake and her muscles tense around me as she simultaneously orgasmed.

I carefully withdrew from her, and she turned to face me, the stones in her necklace sparkling in the light reflecting from the snow outside. I took her in my arms, marvelling that again I had experienced such intimacy with this beautiful young woman.

With a look almost of regret, she picked up the red dress and took it upstairs to hang safely in her wardrobe. I followed her up, and helped her unclasp the necklace and put it safely back in its velvet box and then in the back of her underwear drawer. She pulled on jeans and t-shirt, and I retrieved my own clothes and dressed.

We managed a scratch lunch of leftover turkey and vegetables heated in the microwave. When we had finished eating, Amy said, "We still have all afternoon before they get back -- what would you like to do?"

I thought for a moment, then said, "You bought more than one set of things from that last shop, didn't you?"

"Oh, yes," replied Amy with a smile.

"Well, how about you model them for me, and for each set, make up a fantasy about who you are and what you'd like to do while you're wearing them?"

Amy's eyes lit up, and she said, "I have lots of ideas already -- I'll go up and get all the things, and I can do quick changes in the hall and come into the living room to show you."

She went upstairs, and returned with the bags. I settled down on the sofa in the living room and waited while she went out into the hall to put on her first outfit.

She entered the room, and I was immediately transported in my mind to every old war film I'd ever seen. Her outfit was classic 1940's, a bullet bra and a panty girdle with a wide garter belt and nylons. Even her pose was spot on for a photograph of a Forces sweetheart.

"Wow, that's so good it's almost scary," I said. "So what's your fantasy for this one?"

"So, he's a Spitfire pilot," she began, "and I'm a girl from the village near the airfield, who he's met at one of the dances organised by the social committee. I'm not supposed to know, but someone has let slip that his squadron has been tasked with a dangerous mission in the next few days, and I'm working out a way we can sleep together before he goes, in case he don't come back."

"So how are you going to manage it?"

"Well," she continued, "there's another dance tonight, and I'm hoping for a raid warning so I can arrange to sneak off with him -- I've arranged for friends in the two shelters both to say I'm in the other one."

"And when you get away, what then?"

"I take him to the barn by the farmhouse down the road, and we climb up into the hayloft. I'm wearing my uniform -- I've volunteered for the WAAF so I can be closer to him -- and he undoes the buttons of my jacket and takes it off, then starts on the buttons of my blouse. I put my hand on his and say, 'Kiss me first', and he puts his arms around me and we kiss passionately. Then I let him carry on undoing my blouse, and he slips it off my shoulders. Then he unfastens my skirt and takes it off. So I'm standing there in my undergarments, looking just like I do now."

"Do you undress him?"

"No, I just stand there in this pose and say, 'Take your clothes off'. So he does, and I come towards him, take his hand and put it on my mound, then close my eyes and turn my face upwards. He kisses me again, and starts to run his fingers over the damp gusset of my panties. Then he pulls them down, leaving me in bra and stockings.

"I lie on my back on the hay, and he positions himself between my legs and enters me with a thrust. I cry out slightly -- it's my first time -- and he looks anxiously into my face. 'It's alright', I say, 'keep going'. So he starts to thrust again, and all too soon he groans and I feel him twitching inside me as he spends himself. We don't have much time to lie there, because the all-clear sounds, and we hurriedly get dressed and go back to the dance, hoping the alibi we've arranged doesn't fall apart."

"What happens then?"

"He goes off on his mission, and doesn't come back, and a few days later I see in the newspaper that he was killed in action, shot down over the channel. And in another two weeks, I realise that I've missed my period, and most likely I'm carrying his baby."

I thought for a moment. "Are you frightened?"

"Not really, more sad, but I realise I need to find a way to deal with the situation."

She smiled, a little wistfully, and said, "I think it's time for my next change."

She went out into the hall, and I heard rustling, then after a short while she returned. This time her outfit was more modern-looking, 1950's, and silk not cotton, with matching deep panties and conical bra. Her silk stockings were sheer, with lacy tops.

"I detect an American influence," I said, throwing her a quizzical look.

"Well, when I realise I'm 'in trouble', I have to find a man pretty sharpish, and the most obvious place is the American airbase. Those poor boys are away from home for the first time, thousands of miles away from their mothers and sisters, so they're grateful for any female company."

"Isn't that a bit unfair?"

"Lots of girls did it, pregnant or not, and there were plenty of happy marriages where the guy came back from the US for his girl when he was demobbed."

"Fair enough. So tell me, how do you catch your man?"

"A week or so later, there's another dance, and the pilots from the American base are invited. I turn up wearing my most attractive dress, and manage to get into conversation with a group of the pilots without seeming too forward. One of them obviously takes a shine to me, and while his friends are talking, leans over and says, 'I'm going outside for a smoke. Want one?'. I nod, and we go out behind the dance hall. He gives me a cigarette, and our hands touch -- I know he did it deliberately -- as he lights it for me. Then he lights his own smoke and we stand side by side, talking."




Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 02



"And do you seduce him or is it the other way round?"

"Well, it goes like this. He asks if he can see me again, and I try not to look too eager. I say he can come to my home, but he'll have to be on his best behaviour for my parents. He turns up in his dress uniform, pressed and everything, with flowers for Mum -- and a packet of silk stockings hidden in his jacket for me."

"So how do you find the opportunity to get him into bed?"

"We go for a drive, and I remember that there's an old shepherd's hut nearby. So I ask him to pull the car up outside, and we go in. Poor chap, he looks quite nervous, even though he can obviously tell that I'm about to give him what he's been hoping for."

"Tell me what happens."

"So I move up close to him and put my arms round his neck. 'Thank you for the stockings,' I say. 'I'm looking forward to wearing them for you sometime.' He smiles, and hesitantly bends his head towards me. I put my hand behind his neck and pull his mouth onto mine. After a while I break off the kiss and say, 'Be a dear and go get the rug from the car.'

"He goes out, and I quickly remove my dress and lean against the fireplace. His face when he comes back in with the rug is a picture. I beckon with my finger, and he comes towards me. As he reaches me, I put my hands behind me and unfasten my bra, slipping it off and throwing it aside. I kiss him, then say, 'Go on -- touch me.' Gaining confidence, he begins to caress my breasts with his hands, and then -- catching my eye to make sure he's permitted -- he bends his mouth to each nipple in turn, gently sucking. 

"I take his hand and place it between my legs, and he starts to touch me. 'I'm ready now,' I say. He smiles, and quickly undresses, then pulls down my panties. I wink at him, and turn my back to him, resting my hands on the fireplace and standing with my legs apart. I feel him approach me, and put his hands on my hips, then his hardness pressing against my entrance from behind. 'Yes,' I whisper, and I feel him slide into me. Probably the thought of a condom never enters his mind, but that isn't a problem for me.

"He begins to move inside me, his hands exploring my breasts, and after a short while says, 'Honey, I'm nearly there...' I begin to move my hips in time with his thrusts, and after a few more moments he groans and I feel the spurt of warmth inside me. He rests there for a minute or two, then as he softens he slips out of me. I turn to him and hold him close. After a while we get dressed again and he drives me back to my parents' house. He leaves with a promise to call me the next day."

"And does he?"

"Oh, yes. He comes to the house again with more flowers for Mum, and while Dad's talking to him, Mum takes me aside and says, 'He seems like a really nice boy. I'd hold on to him if I was you.' 'I mean to,' I tell her."

"How does he react when you tell him you're pregnant?"

"He's delighted, and we arrange to get married in the little chapel at the airbase. 'And we live happily ever after'."

"And he buys you nice American underwear that you can't get in England on the ration."

"Exactly -- hence this outfit."

"Well, I like those two stories. What's next?"

Amy went back out into the hall. "Close your eyes," she instructed. I did so, and heard her footsteps approaching. "You can open them now," she said.

Her latest outfit was entirely modern; the briefest of thongs, and the pushup bra she had worn before.

"Had enough of the retro look for the time being?" I asked.

"Well, I loved the look of those things, and the feel of them against my skin, but the sex wasn't up to much -- I enjoyed the idea of finding somewhere for us to get together without anyone knowing, but all I really managed to do was get myself knocked up," she said ruefully. "I suppose women had to expect less in those days."

"The orgasm did exist before you discovered sex, you know," I teased, "and you didn't exactly give those chaps the best circumstances to show you what they could do."

"Well, that's true," she said. "But now I'm back in the twenty-first century, and I can put in whatever I like."

"OK," I said. "How does it start?"

"I'm on a cruise," she began, "travelling by myself -- perhaps I'm a rich young heiress, using some of my recent inheritance to enjoy myself, see the world a little, before getting serious about the family business. The captain knows who I am, of course, and I sit at his table every night while the young officers try and chat me up."

"Sounds like you've got it made."

"Well, except none of the men really float my boat --" I groaned at the pun -- "so I'm getting a bit frustrated. I masturbate every evening, but a girl can get fed up with even the most exciting battery-powered toy."

"So what happens next?"

"We make port in Monaco, and of course I pay careful attention to the new passengers joining the ship. Mostly they're old, rich couples, but the last one to board is intriguing -- he could be in his late thirties or early forties, well-dressed, and certainly handsome enough. My heart begins to pound a little when I see the captain greeting this new guest personally, and I start to hope that maybe he'll turn up at the top table for dinner that evening.

"And does he?"

"Oh boy, he certainly does, in a perfectly tailored evening suit. I'm glad I chose to wear my most elegant dress, and of course my ruby necklace --" she winked at me -- "and underneath, what you see me in now. When he arrives, the captain introduces him to everyone. 'This is Ralph Jameson.' I pretend to know why that should mean something to me, and make a note to search for the name on the Internet when I get back to my cabin. Meanwhile -- I can hardly believe my luck -- the captain shows him to the seat next to me, and says 'Mr Emerson, meet Amy Smith, another of our more illustrious guests. I'm sure you'll find plenty to talk about.'"

"So who does he turn out to be?"

"He's a self-made millionaire -- he has more money than I do! -- and he's on the liner because one of his main clients wants to meet him on the leg from Monaco to discuss a deal."

"How do you two, shall we say, get closer?"

"Well, after dinner there's always music, and there's an area of the dining room that's kept clear for dancing. Usually it's just the old couples who've been married for years that get up and sway gently, but tonight Ralph asks me if I want to dance. 'OK,' I say, 'but I'm not very good.' He guides me to the floor and the band starts up a gorgeous waltz. He sweeps me into his arms and I forget how bad I am at dancing, as he holds me close and expertly leads me round the floor.

"When the waltz ends, he whispers in my ear, 'Let's get some fresh air on deck, shall we.' I nod, and we climb the metal steps to the now-deserted upper deck. I lean against the railing, and he stands next to me looking out at the calm sea. I pluck up my courage and turn to him. 'Are you married?' I ask. He smiles. 'No, I've not met the right girl yet.' He looks like he's hesitating over a decision, then asks, 'Would you like to come to my suite for a coffee?' I nod, and we go back down the steps and into the corridor leading to the suites. 'This one's mine,' he says, opening the door into a large tastefully-furnished room. Off to one side an archway leads to a bedroom.

"He shows me to a comfortable sofa and rings room service for the coffee. Then he sits down by me; his leg brushes against me as if by accident. I turn to him and say, 'This may seem a little forward, but I find you really attractive.' He smiles, 'And I, you. I'm used to spotting opportunities, and this seems one that's too good to miss.' I close my eyes and hesitantly turn my face towards him, hoping he'll take the hint. I'm not disappointed, feeling his lips touch mine, gently at first, then as I return the kiss, more passionately. We're interrupted by a knock at the door. 'That'll be the coffee,' he says, smiling but his eyes showing his frustration. 'Hurry back,' I say.

"He opens the door and shows the maid where to put the tray, then hurries her out with a generous tip. Then he returns to my side and strokes my hair, leaning down to kiss my cheek. I turn my head so that my lips meet his again, and reach for his hand to put it on my breast. He smiles against my mouth, and gently begins to caress my breast through the fabric of my dress. I break the kiss and whisper, 'The zip is at the side.' He takes the hint, and a moment later I'm helping him slip my dress over my head. He steps back, and takes a long look at me, obviously enjoying gazing at my body covered only by my brief thong and the bra that makes the best of my breasts."

"I stretch luxuriously, and say, 'Like what you see?' 'Sure,' he says, 'but is it 'Look but don't touch'? 'I think we're past that, don't you?' I smile. He doesn't reply, but moves to kneel in front of me, gently easing my legs apart a little. He bends his head and kisses my stomach, then hooks his fingers through the elastic of my thong and pulls it down a little, revealing my mound. He kisses me there, then looks up at my face for confirmation before sliding my thong off completely. He parts my legs fully and buries his head between them, beginning to explore me with his tongue. I use one hand to touch my breasts, and put the other behind his head to show him exactly how intensely I want him to pleasure me.

"I feel myself approaching my climax, and my breathing becomes quicker and more irregular, I begin to give little moans of pleasure. Ralph skilfully flickers his tongue over my clitoris, and finally I arch against his mouth, unable to hold back a loud 'Ahhhhhhhhh.'

"He moves back on to the sofa and holds me tightly in his arms as my breathing steadies. 'Sounded like you enjoyed that,' he says. I nod my head against his shoulder."

Amy paused for breath, and I managed to interject, "That's pretty hot. But how are you going to return the favour?"

A faraway look came into her eyes, and she continued with her fantasy. "I look to him and say, 'Ralph?' He nods. 'It's your turn, but can I choose how?' 'OK,' he says, 'I'm intrigued, but I think I can manage whatever you ask for.' I hesitate, then say, 'What I really want is to feel you inside me -- not where you were just, but the other place, behind.' He looks a little taken aback, but nods. 'From what I hear, we need to be careful, or I'll hurt you?' I smile. 'Take off your clothes,' I say.

"He complies, and stands in front of me, his penis erect. I look around, and through the bathroom door I spot the expensive moisturiser that the cruise line provides its first-class passengers. I quickly walk to the bathroom and grab the bottle, then return to Ralph and liberally cover his penis with the scented lotion. 'Now,' I say, 'you have to put the lotion on me.' He takes the bottle, and I turn away from him, spreading my legs and leaning over to rest my hands on the back of the sofa.

"Ralph squeezes lotion onto his fingers, and hesitantly starts to put it in my cleft. 'Use your finger,' I say. I feel his slippery finger move down into my cleft, then tentatively touch my tight opening. 'It's OK -- put your finger a little way in,' I encourage him, and feel him push his finger inside up to the first joint. 'Mmmmm,' I say, beginning to feel a stirring inside me again. 'Now put your tip against the opening and push very gently.' He moves close up behind me and I feel his hardness against my opening. Then he very slowly starts to push his way in, the liberally-applied lotion making my passage slippery. I moan again, and push carefully back against his body till he's fully inserted into me."

"'Now touch me with your hands as well,' I say. Ralph unhooks my bra, and starts to squeeze my nipples, then slides a hand between my legs and starts to touch my clitoris. He very carefully withdraws his penis a little, then pushes back in. 'Will it be alright if I start to move in you?' he asks. I nod, and he begins slowly to move in and out. The feeling for him is obviously completely different to how it would be if he was in me the usual way, but now he's over the initial strangeness, it's obviously working for him, and he starts to breathe more heavily into my ear as he begins to increase the pace of his movements. I feel myself coming near to my climax again, and as he groans into my ear, I feel him spurt inside me. The feeling pushes me over the edge, and my body shakes with pleasure as I have my second orgasm of the evening."

"Phew," I said, "That's pretty hot. You've really got me going -- are you ready to come back from fantasy to reality?"

Amy smiled. "Your idea of dressup and fantasy was great," she said, "but you're right. What shall we do?"

Just then I heard the sound of a car in the drive. "Oops," I said, "change of plan. You go and get dressed, and I'll let them in."

Amy disappeared into her room, and I went down and opened the door. The two women looked relaxed and happy, and I hugged Pam as she came through the door.

"Have you two managed OK?" Caroline asked.

"I managed to survive the shops, and I think Amy got a few things she liked," I said.

"Good. Well, we didn't think you'd feel like cooking, so we brought pizza."

"Perfect!" said Amy, as she came down the stairs in jeans and t-shirt. As she passed behind Pam and Caroline where they wouldn't see, she pulled the neckline of her t-shirt down just for a second to show me that she was still wearing the pushup bra. I nodded, knowing that we would find some way to be together again before Pam and I left for home.



Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 03



We all sat in the living room and ate pizza out of the boxes. Caroline opened a bottle of wine for us all; Amy grinned as her glass was filled, and I remembered that after all, it wasn't that long since she'd become old enough to drink.

We put the TV on and watched an old film. As the end credits rolled, Pam yawned and said, "Tim, you ready for bed?"

I nodded. I had no idea if Amy had anything in mind for us before the next day, but there was no way for us to communicate privately, so I wished Caroline and Amy goodnight and followed Pam up to our room. She closed the door behind us, and smiled at me.

"Thanks for the pamper day," she said. "I feel really relaxed, and on the way back I was thinking about what we might do when we were alone tonight."

I silently thanked the stars that Amy and I had last made love before lunch, so I'd have no trouble being ready to please my wife. Aloud I said, "Why don't you undress and show me just how pampered you are."

Pam slipped out of her dress, then turned her back to me and quickly shed her bra and panties. Then she slowly turned to face me. My eyes explored her figure, and I smiled broadly as my gaze caught one obvious change.

"Well," I said, "I never thought you'd try that one." She shifted so her legs were a little further apart, and her eyes offered a clear invitation for me to explore her freshly-depilated skin. I moved towards her, and ran my fingers over her smooth mound, then down to her already-wet entrance.

"Shall we move over to the bed," she suggested. I nodded, and she went to kneel on the bed. I knelt in front of her and resumed what I'd been doing with my hand, then bent to suckle her nipples. Her skin smelled faintly of lavender, and I inhaled the fragrance rising from her breasts.

"Mm, that's nice," she said. "But how about you take me first, then finish me off afterwards?"

"OK," I said, and moved round behind her. I was already hard, and I slid smoothly into her offered entrance from behind. I reached around and continued to touch her clitoris and breasts as I began to move inside her. She gave a small moan of pleasure, and I increased the pace of my thrusting. I began to approach my own climax, and whispered in her ear, "Nearly there." She began to shift her hips in time with my movements, and after only a short time I groaned, spurting deep into her. Then I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly.

My erection soon softened and I slipped out of her. "Now my turn again," she said. I reclined on the bed, and she straddled me, presenting her opening to my waiting mouth. I began to flick my tongue over her clitoris, then took it inside my lips, sucking it as though it was one of her nipples. Her hands were on her own breasts, and quickly she came to her climax, pressing herself hard against my mouth as she came.

Then she lay down on the bed beside me and pulled the cover over us, clicking the light switch off at the same time. I heard her breathing slowing, and soon it was obvious she was asleep. My senses were still alert for any communication from Amy, but I heard nothing, and quickly drifted off to sleep myself.

At breakfast, Pam reminded me that this was our last full day; tomorrow after lunch we would be driving back. I decided I'd find some way to spend another chunk of time with Amy; I couldn't have anticipated the scheme she'd already cooked up.

Caroline had asked Amy to help her with the housework that morning, and she did the various tasks in her scruffy clothes with her hair tied up.

Just after lunch, the phone rang, and Caroline took the call in the dining room. She returned after only a few minutes, her face pale, and Pam asked, "What's wrong?"

"Donald is very ill. They've asked me to go to him as soon as possible, and I think you should come too, Pam." Donald was Caroline's ex-husband, Pam's brother. And Amy's father, of course.

"It's several hours' drive there," said Pam. "We'd have to stay over at least one night."

Caroline turned to me. "Tim, I don't think Pam and I have any choice. We'll have to leave you here -- someone has to look after Amy. I don't think it would be right for her to go, even if he is as ill as they think."

My face showed concern, and a serious determination to help. "Of course, do whatever you need to -- I'll manage things here."

Pam and Caroline hurried to prepare what they would need for the journey, and got into the car. I leaned through the window and said to Caroline again, "Do whatever you need. Don't worry if you need to spend anything, Pam will put it on our joint credit card and I'll pick it up."

She smiled and said, "Thank you, Tim. You've set my mind at rest -- thank you for everything you're doing for us." And she leaned over to kiss my cheek.

The car pulled out of the drive and was soon out of sight. I turned and went back into the house. Amy was there, still in her dusty working clothes, her hair tied up, and her face smudged. I stood for a moment, looking at her, then took her in my arms and hugged her tightly, kissing her, ignoring the dust and smudges.

"I don't know what you did -- Donald will be OK, won't he? -- but this is beyond anything I could have expected," I said with my face buried in her sweet-smelling hair.

She smiled. "Dad does have a heart condition -- he's known about it for years -- and it occasionally gives him some discomfort. He's not as young as he used to be, so his doctor keeps a close eye on him, but he's not really ill. It wasn't too difficult for him to pretend to have chest pains, and they're very keen to let relatives know if there's any issue -- they don't want to get sued for having someone die before they can make their goodbyes."

"But why would he do that? Even if he's not really unwell, it's going to cause Pam and Caroline some worry."

"I told him I needed a favour -- I didn't explain why. But it suited him -- he figures now he's feeling his age, he wants to know whether they really still care enough to turn up when he has a problem. Well, I guess he found out. He won't care about causing them worry and inconvenience -- why do you think Mum divorced him?"

I hugged her again. "Well, whatever everyone's motivations, it works out well for us. What do you want to do?" I paused. "I bet you have a fantasy for this."

She looked into my face. "I do have something, but I'm afraid you'll think it's rather tame compared to some of the things we've talked about over the last couple of days."

"Go on," I said. "I'm game for anything."

"It might seem a little strange, given how things went between Mum and Dad, but can we... can we pretend to be married? We have the house to ourselves for twenty-four hours, we can do everything that a couple would do in that time." She paused for a moment and looked hard into my eyes. "Everything," she repeated.

"Well, if we're going to be out and about, the first thing I think you need is a shower," I said, licking a finger and rubbing at one of the smudges on her face.

"We need a shower," she corrected. She started to walk towards the stairs, and looked over her shoulder to confirm that I was following. She led me into her bedroom.

"This is our bedroom," she said. I nodded. She quickly took off her grubby clothes and threw them in the laundry hamper. I undressed too, laying my own clothes over a chair as though this was where they always were while I was sleeping or showering.

She walked across the landing to the bathroom, and stepped into the shower. I hesitated, and she said, "Come on -- we haven't been married so long that we've got bored with showering together. And you have to wash my back, properly."

I stepped in with her, and she turned on the water. She turned under the stream, until she was completely wet, her hair as well.

"Now, the soap," she said.

I picked up the bar and lathered my hands thoroughly, then began to wash her back. "Don't forget I said 'properly'," she reminded. I washed down the cleft of her bum and between her legs, but tried not to arouse her too much -- I figured we would save that for later. Then she turned to face me and I washed her front, again avoiding touching her nipples too much. She washed and rinsed her hair, then said, "How about I wash you?"

"Sure," I said. She did for me as I'd done for her, though she did cheat a little, paying attention to washing my penis, which of course began to harden. She smiled. "Later," she said.

"Of course," I agreed.

We got out of the shower, and helped one another dry off, then we went back to the bedroom. I dressed again, and she rummaged through her chest of drawers. "Turn your back," she instructed, "I want some of what I'm wearing to be a surprise later."

"OK," I said, obeying. I heard the snapping of fasteners, the rustling of fabric, then "You can look now."

I turned, and saw her in a simple skirt and blouse, her hair neatly tied in a ponytail. "Perfect," I said.

"I think we need to do some shopping first," she suggested. "The supermarket is just down the road".

I took the lead down the stairs, picking up my jacket, and we got into the car. I followed her directions to the supermarket, and we spent an hour going round, me pushing the trolley and Amy selecting items to throw in. We went to the checkout and I paid while Amy packed the bags. We went back to the car, loaded the boot, and drove back to the house.

I took the bags in, and Amy found the right places for all our purchases. Among other things, she had selected the ingredients for a meal for us that evening, and she went into the kitchen and started cooking. I followed her into the kitchen and stood close behind her, my arms around her waist, my face buried in her clean, fragrant hair. The aroma of herbs mixed with her scent.

I explained my feelings to her. "If you want to pick a moment so far when this feels real, it would be this one."

She smiled, and replied, "I know what you mean. But 'the best is yet to be'."

When the food was ready, we sat down at the kitchen table to eat. "This is really good," I said around a mouthful.

"Wonder if poor cooking is a big reason why people split up," she mused.

I snorted. "In that case, you have nothing to worry about."

We finished our meal and I washed up. She made coffee for us, and we took it into the living room, sitting on the sofa. It was getting dark, but Amy didn't turn on the light, instead leaning against me in the half light and sipping her drink.

"Well, the housework and the shopping are done, we've eaten, the dishes are done. What else do we need to do before bed?" Amy wondered aloud.

"If there was some DIY to do, that would probably be my job, or we could be planning to redecorate, or buy some new furniture," I suggested, thinking over all the things that occupied my time with Pam.

"Hmm, I think we can live without those parts," she grinned. "Come on, let's go upstairs."

She got to her feet and playfully reached out her hands to pull me up. Then she walked towards the stairs, her bottom swaying invitingly as she looked to see that I was following.

We went into the bedroom, and she said, "Well, let's get ready for bed. How do you think that would go?"

"I think," I said, "that I would watch you undress, then put on your nightdress" -- she smirked at that, as I already knew she didn't wear one -- "then I would change, and we'd get into bed."

"OK," she said. She faced me, and unfastened her skirt, laying it on the other chair. Then she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the 'surprise'; lacy knickers, and a white bustier with built-in straps for her stockings.

"Wow," I said. "Any husband would count himself lucky to be seeing this just before bedtime."

She unfastened her stockings and slipped them off, adding it to the pile of her clothing.

"Help me undo the hooks," she said, turning. I obeyed, carefully unhooking each fastening. When they were all undone, she slipped the garment off. I could not resist, and slid my hands round to cup her breasts.

"Hey, that's cheating," she protested. "We're supposed to change, then get into bed, then..."

"You're right," I said. "I just couldn't resist." I reluctantly removed my hands from her breasts, and stepped back. She turned again to face me, and watched my face as she removed her lacy knickers.

She opened a drawer and found a long t-shirt, pulling it over her head as a substitute for the 'nightdress'.

"Now you," she said. I quickly undressed, and laid my clothes on the same chair as earlier.

"Now, what are you going to wear?" she wondered. I lifted one of the pillows, and her surprise was obvious when underneath was my t-shirt and the shorts I usually wore to bed. I pulled them on, and said, "So, everything ready."

She nodded, and climbed into bed, choosing the right hand side and facing away from me. I lay down close behind her, pulled the duvet over us, and put my arms around her, holding her tightly.

We lay like that for a few minutes, enjoying the warmth and comfort of one another's bodies, then she stirred and said, "One last thing, then."

I smiled, my face buried in her hair, and moved my free hand down until I reached the hem of her t-shirt. Then I slid my hand up against her skin, cupping one breast. She stretched, and I began to gently caress her, feeling her nipple start to harden under my palm. I shifted position, enabling me to reach her other breast, touching it through the fabric.

"Take off my t-shirt," she murmured. She sat up for a moment, and I quickly slipped it over her head and tossed it onto the floor. We lay down again, and I continued to caress her now-naked body. She rolled a little toward me, and I slid a hand down her stomach and between her legs. I felt the wetness there, and she turned fully onto her back to give me access, parting her legs. I began to slide my finger over her wet entrance and touch her clitoris. I shifted onto one elbow, so that I could begin to suckle her nearest nipple, and she responded with a gasp.

"I want you to use your mouth on me," she said.

I moved down the bed and positioned myself between her legs, beginning to touch her clitoris with my tongue while I slid a finger inside her. I put my other hand underneath her, lifting her to my mouth. I could tell that she was using her hands on her own breasts now, and in only a short time, it was obvious that she was nearing her climax.

"Oh, yes!" she breathed, and I gently curled my finger inside her, touching another sensitive spot. She arched, and her orgasm shook her entire body, as I flickered my tongue over her clitoris until I was sure she was spent.

I moved up to lie on top of her, and wrapped my arms around her while she recovered. Then she pulled me upwards and her mouth sought out my nipples, suckling and licking. A small amount of fluid leaked from my erect penis onto her stomach, and she smiled against my chest.

"I want you in me now," she said. I slid off her, and rolled her onto her side, facing away from me. She bent one leg at the knee so that her entrance was accessible to me, and I entered her from behind. She turned her head over her shoulder to kiss me. The light from the bedside lamp illuminated her face, and the mixture of ecstasy and contentment in her expression was barely distinguishable from pain.

I began to move in and out her, my movements becoming more urgent. Her mouth on my nipples had made me very aroused, and it was only a short time before I groaned and spurted into her.

I reached over, our bodies still linked, and turned out the light, and we drifted off to sleep.

I woke the next morning when the dim light filtered in through the windows, and lay still, just looking at the beautiful young woman beside me. I knew that our fantasy had to end sometime, but I knew also that I would never forget this Christmas.

I slipped quietly out of the bedroom and down the stairs, and made breakfast -- toast, juice, coffee. I took the tray upstairs to find Amy sitting up in bed. She smiled when she saw what I'd brought. "Wow," she said, "if this is what it's like being married, I could cope with it."

We ate in companionable silence, then I set the tray on the floor just outside the bedroom door and went back to bed. "Had enough breakfast?" I asked.

"Well..." she said, "I think both of us could probably find room for something else." She sprawled on the bed invitingly, and I lay down by her, but with my head towards the foot of the bed. I bent my head, and kissed her mound, and she mirrored the gesture, placing a kiss on the tip of my penis. She parted her legs, and I began to explore her with my tongue, feeling as I did so her mouth surround me. I flicked my tongue over her clitoris more rapidly, and was rewarded as her mouth and hands moved on me, giving intense pleasure. As she neared orgasm, I felt her breath against me coming in gasps, and she climaxed before me, breaking off her attention to me just for a moment. Then she began again, running her tongue over my shaft, taking my full length inside my mouth, using her hands.

"I'm coming," I groaned, and as each spurt came from me she tightened her lips around my head and accepted the fluid into her mouth, swallowing, then used her tongue to ensure that none escaped.

I held her tightly for a few moments, then switched position to embrace her.

"Wow," she said, "another first."

"Mmm," I said, "is there anything we haven't tried?"

"Well, we've not done what I imagined with 'Ralph'", she mused.

"Maybe if your mum and Pam stay away long enough..."

She grinned. "Meanwhile, what shall we do with our morning?"

"I'll go out to the shop and get some papers, shall I?" I suggested.

She nodded, and I quickly pulled on my clothes and walked the few minutes to the newsagent and back.

When I returned, she was in the living room, wearing a dressing gown. I sat beside her, and we took our time with the papers, reading each other interesting snippets and critiquing politicians, journalists and sports personalities.

"We seem to think alike on a lot of things," I remarked. She turned to me, her eyes looking into mine, and nodded without speaking.

Just then we both heard the sound of a car in the drive. "It can't be Mum," Amy said, a puzzled look on her face. "She'd have called first to say they were on their way back."

She got up and walked into the hall, just as there was a knock on the door. Amy opened the door, and the surprise in her voice was evident as she said, "Sally!"

Her older sister stepped through the door, followed by John, her husband. "Mum called us," Sally explained, "and we thought we'd just pop over to check that you were OK."

"Tim and I are fine," said Amy.

I stood up and joined her. "Hi, Sally. Good to see you again, John."

"Would you like some lunch? I was just going to make sandwiches," offered Amy.

Sally looked at her, obviously trying to reconcile the confident, thoughtful young woman in front of her with the slightly stroppy and awkward teenager she might have expected. "That'd be lovely," she replied.

Amy continued, "Make yourselves comfortable in the living room -- we have today's papers if you want to look at them."

"Come and give me a hand?" Amy asked me. I followed her to the kitchen, and when we were out of sight of our visitors, she grinned broadly and said, "This is fun! I bet we can keep up our fantasy without giving the game away, if we're careful. I've met lots of couples that you couldn't guess were married from the way they behave to one another when other people are around."

"OK," I said, returning her smile. "But do be careful." She tossed her head at me with just a hint of rebellion, and started buttering bread.

We took the sandwiches and coffee into the living room. John and Sally were sitting on one sofa, looking at the papers. Amy and I sat on the other sofa, a clear few inches between us. I silently blessed her sense in not being obviously close to me.




Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 03



As we all ate, Sally said, "So, how's Christmas been?"

"We've had a lovely time," said Amy, giving an outline of what the four of us had done over the last few days. The time she and I had spent alone went down as 'doing a jigsaw, shopping, some chores.'

"Sounds like you and Tim got to spend quite a lot of time by yourselves, one way and another," observed Sally.

"Well, we're not fed up of each other yet," replied Amy, with a swift glance toward me.

"Pleased to hear it," said Sally. "I think Mum has in mind that Tim can have you for part of the summer vacation so she can go off on a course or something."

I suppressed a smile at Amy's failure to completely conceal her feelings at this suggestion. She turned to me and said, "You wouldn't mind having me, would you, Tim?"

"That'd be fine," I managed, thankful that I'd swallowed my last mouthful of coffee before she made that last statement.

"Well, if you're both OK, I guess we'll be on our way," said John. "I'm sure Caroline will call us and you with any news about Donald."

After Sally and John had left, Amy couldn't contain her amusement. "I think we managed that pretty well."

I grinned. "I think so, though you were pretty daring with that remark -- I nearly blew coffee out of my nose."

That set her off again laughing, and I put my arms around her as she giggled. 

Suddenly she became serious again. "Mum hasn't phoned yet, but they're bound to be back tonight. I know it sounds like we can look forward to summer, but that's a long way away, and I want to make the most of the time we have left today."

"So are you still on for 'Ralph'?" I asked. She thought for a moment and said, "Definitely. There's nobody I'd trust more than you to do this."

She moved toward the stairs and I followed her. When we reached the landing, she slipped off her dressing gown, and I quickly undressed too. She went into the bathroom and picked up a container of moisturiser. "Will this do?" she said.

"Sure," I replied.

"There was one thing I realised when I was imagining this with Ralph," she said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Well, I think it would be even better for me if I had something inside me in the usual place, as well as being entered that way."

"Makes sense to me," I agreed. "Do you have anything that would work?"

She grinned. "I found something that had fallen behind the chest of drawers last time I shifted my room around. I think it must have been Sally's, and she didn't miss it when she moved out."

She went into her bedroom and opened a drawer, rummaging under a pile of spare towels.

"Here," she said, producing a slim transparent cylinder with a rounded end.

"Oho!" I said. "Your sister isn't quite the straight-laced type I'd taken her for."

We went into the bedroom, and Amy squirted lotion onto her hands. "You first," she said.

I stood in front of her, and she slathered my erect penis. Then she turned round and parted her legs, leaning over to expose her tight pink star. On impulse I bent down and ran my tongue slowly over it. She gave a small sound of pleasure, and said, "I think this will be even better for real than it was when we imagined it."

I put a liberal amount of lotion on my fingers and applied it to her, then said, "I'll try my finger first, to make sure it's not too uncomfortable for you."

I put the tip of my little finger against her opening, and pressed it gently inwards. "Does that hurt?"

"Not at all," she said, her voice sounding strangely throaty.

"OK," I said. I withdrew my finger and moved up close behind her, placing the tip of my penis against her. Then I very carefully pressed in, entering her surprisingly easily and sliding my full length into her.

"Mmmmm," she said, "No problem at all."

She picked up her sister's toy from the bed and put it in my hand. "See what you can do with this," she invited.

I carefully reached round and began to slide its tip over and around her mound, then between her legs and over her clitoris. "In me," she whispered. I slid it into her, and she gasped. "Definitely helps having something there too."

I withdrew my penis a little way, then carefully thrust again. "Yes," she urged, and I began to move rhythmically. She started to flex her hips to match my movements, pushing back against me as I reached full depth in her. Again her voice was strange as she said, "I'm ready for you to come."

I sped up my movements, and she began to gasp. "Still OK?" I asked anxiously. "Oh yes, don't stop," she insisted. I felt my climax approaching, and as I reached it and spurted deep into her, she clenched her teeth and I felt the muscles around my penis begin to ripple and her whole body arched. She grasped the end of the toy and worked it inside her, then cried out in a way I'd never heard before, and went limp.

I carefully withdrew from her, and took the toy from her fingers. Then I lay her down on the bed and put my arms around her. She buried her head in my shoulder and whispered, "That was amazing."

I gave away the relief I felt. "I really thought I'd hurt you." She smiled, and said, "I think that's one for special occasions, but I'd certainly do it again."

"We could probably both do with a shower after that," I suggested. She nodded, and we headed for the bathroom. We washed each other, but were both too spent for anything more.

We dressed, and as we were going downstairs the phone rang. I picked it up, and heard Pam's voice. "Hi, Tim. We're on our way back, we'll be with you in about half an hour."

I put the phone down, and went into the living room where Amy was sitting on the sofa.

"Half an hour," I said. She nodded. "Thank you for an amazing few days, Uncle Tim. I'm already looking forward to summer."

I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. She hesitated, then turned to me and kissed me hard on the lips. "That's a starter for next time."

When Caroline's key turned in the door, I was sitting at the kitchen table reading the last colour supplement, and Amy was preparing something for us all to eat.

Amy spoke first. "How's Dad?"

There was something strange in Caroline's voice as she replied. "Donald's fine, it wasn't as serious as they suspected. But it did give us the opportunity to have a good long talk, sort out some of the issues we'd always had."

She paused, then went on: "You know what? I think Donald and I will give things another try..."

I looked over to Amy, and saw her eyes fill with tears. "Mum, that's great!" She dropped the spoon she was holding and hugged Caroline. I looked at Pam, and she was smiling broadly.

Eventually we sat down to eat. "I think we'll get going first thing tomorrow," I said. "You two have got a lot to talk about."

In the morning, Pam and I packed up our things and put them in the car. Then we turned back to Caroline and Amy.

"Thanks for everything -- it's been quite an eventful few days," I said. I caught Amy's glance -- her eyes were dancing.

"I'll call you in a few weeks to talk about Amy's visit in the summer," Pam promised. Amy stepped forward, hugged Pam, then me.

We got in the car, and I watched in the mirror as Caroline and Amy turned to go back into the house. Then Amy turned again, and raised her hand in a wave. We turned the corner, and she was out of sight.

"Well, here's to a happy New Year," said Pam. I nodded. "I think it will be," I said. 



Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 04



A car pulled up outside. Pam looked up and smiled. "It's Caroline and Donald, with Amy."

She got up and opened the door. "Hi," she called. I followed her and stood behind her in the doorway.

Amy was first up the path. "Hi, Aunty Pam," she said, "Hi, Tim."

Donald followed towing a large suitcase. "Phew," he said, "it certainly feels like you packed for two weeks."

Caroline brought up the rear. "We can't stay, sorry, Donald and I have to catch our plane."

"A holiday in the Caribbean will be very different to that course you had in mind when you first arranged this," said Pam.

"Yes -- Donald's illness was a blessing in disguise, and he's been absolutely fine ever since."

I looked toward Amy and she managed a surreptitious wink. I thought to myself how much more she'd grown up, even in the few months since I'd last seen her. She still wore jeans and a t-shirt, but she'd changed her hair, and I thought she was wearing more obvious makeup.

"Come on, young lady," I said, "Let's get you settled, shall we."

I took the case from Donald and lugged it up the stairs to the guest room. Amy followed me up, and said, "Thanks, Tim. Give me a few minutes to unpack a few essentials, and I'll come down."

As I went back down the stairs, I heard the car leaving. I went into the living room and sat down with Pam. After a few minutes we heard footsteps on the stairs, and Amy reappeared. She had changed her clothes, and Pam was the first to speak.

"Gosh, Amy, that's very elegant."

Amy was wearing the red dress she'd bought the day when she and I went shopping, and I was pretty sure underneath was the pushup bra.

"Glad you like it, Aunty Pam. I'm going to a ball next week and I thought I'd try it on."

Pam glanced at the clock. "It's time for something to eat -- you hungry, Amy?"

Amy nodded.

"I thought I'd phone for pizza as a treat," said Pam. "What kind do you like?"

"Anything, really, though I quite like pepperoni."

Pam got up and went into the dining room to phone. Amy grinned at me. "So I'm finally here," she said. She paused, then went on, "Have you worked out yet how we're going to get some time together?"

"Leave it to me," I grinned, "You'll see."

Pam returned and said, "About twenty minutes for the pizza. Amy, why don't you tell us what you've been doing since we saw you at Christmas."

Amy was part way through an enthusiastic description of the subjects she'd taken at college and her plans for the next academic year, when there was the expected knock at the door. Pam fetched the pizza, and the conversation lapsed while we all ate.

When we'd finished, and had coffee, Pam said, "Well, Tim and I need to be up early, so we'd better turn in. Amy, you've got the bathroom all to yourself, Tim and I have an en-suite."

Amy smiled. "I suppose Mum and Dad have told you I have a habit of spending rather a long time in there."

She walked up the stairs and shut the door of her room behind her. Pam and I went up a few minutes later, changed for bed, and were soon asleep.

The alarm went off next morning early, and Pam and I got ready for work. We went down to the kitchen and started to prepare breakfast. After a few minutes, a sleepy-looking Amy in a long t-shirt appeared, and sat at the kitchen table.

"So, Amy," began Pam, "What plans do you have for today? I'm afraid Tim and I both have to work this first week as we said, but we've planned some activities for the evenings to keep you entertained."

"I thought I'd go down to town and see what different shops you have here to the ones at home. I have some money left over from my birthday so I can treat myself to a few nice things."

"Well, if you need anything, give us a call," I said. "You have our mobiles."

Pam stood. "Well, I'd better get going," she said, "I have the longest drive."

She put on her jacket, and went out of the door. She started the car, and we heard the sound of the engine receding. Amy sat still for a few more moments, then she was suddenly in my arms, kissing me.

"I've missed you so much," she said. "But do I really have to find stuff to do all day, then go to all those boring things that Pam will have thought of for us to do together?"

"Relax," I said. "I took some more holiday days at work -- I just didn't tell Pam. She has a long drive, and always rings if she's coming home early, so as long as I can make up a convincing story about my boring day at work, we're perfectly safe."

"Woohoo!" she said, and hugged me more tightly. "Do you want to go somewhere, or --" her voice held an obvious meaning -- "shall we stay in?"

"The shops will still be there this afternoon," I said. "I've missed you."

I kissed her again, and tenderly brushed a wisp of hair away from her face. Then I reached out a hand hesitantly to touch her breast through the fabric of her t-shirt. She smiled, and pressed my hand more firmly to her. I felt her nipple harden, and I moved my other hand up to touch the other breast.

She gasped, and said, "I'd forgotten how good this is."

"Well, you can find out all over again," I said. I reached for the hem of her t-shirt and lifted it off over her head, so that she sat completely naked on the kitchen chair. I bent my head to take her nipple in my mouth, and caressed her other breast with my hand, brushing my palm over it lightly.

"Mmmmm," she said, "that's good."

I paused for a moment to say, "So, how would you like it to be this first time?"

"I want everything, all at once," she said, smiling. "But I guess we have all week, so we should have time to fit everything in. Why don't we go upstairs to my room?"

She rose gracefully, and I followed her up the stairs to the guest room, undressing as I went.

"Good job we put a big bed in here," I said.

"Definitely," she said. "How about you lie down?"

I complied with her suggestion, and she climbed on top of me, her breasts invitingly close to my face. She lowered her hips onto me, and I felt her wetness against my penis.

"I've been doing some more surfing," she said. "I found a few things we didn't try at Christmas."

"Well, I'll try anything once," I said, starting to kiss her breasts and nipples.

She flexed her hips in response, and I gasped. "That's nice," I said, "but don't take it too far -- I wouldn't want to disappoint you."

She smiled, and moved her hips up my body, until she was poised above my mouth.

"I'm sure we did this before," I teased.

"Wait and see," she said. I began to tongue the inviting opening in front of me, and Amy touched her own breasts, obviously confident in what she wanted. Soon she was building steadily to her climax, moaning and gasping as I suckled her clitoris in time with the movement of her hands.

Then she pulled away from my mouth, moving back down my body. I looked at her quizzically, then my face showed understanding as I felt her guide my penis into her opening. She eased her hips down onto me so that I was fully inside her, then began to move on me, angling herself so that my hard shaft pressed on her clitoris with each thrust. Very shortly she was gasping again as before.

"I'm coming," I groaned, and as I spurted into her, she finally orgasmed, pushing herself down onto me forcefully, multiplying our joint pleasure.

When we were both spent, she lowered herself onto me, my penis still in her, and I put my arms around her.

"Whew," I said, "I like these ideas of yours."

She smiled, and kissed me gently on the lips.

After a while, she said, "Mmmm, I could stay here forever, but didn't you promise me a shopping trip?"

I grinned. "I have a surprise or two for you, yes."

She rolled off me, and said, "Do we have time for a shower?"

"Always," I said. I followed her to the bathroom, and we washed each other, remembering how we'd done the same at Pam's the time before.

I helped her dry, and she dressed -- her usual t-shirt and jeans. Then she spent a few minutes applying her makeup.

"That's new," I said. "I like the way you do your face, it makes you look amazing."

She smiled. "I like to look special for you."

I threw on some clothes -- I figured that if I was with her, nobody would be looking at me anyway -- and we set off for the town centre on foot.

"We should have some lunch," I suggested.

"Good idea. Something light, maybe Italian?"

"I know a place," I said, turning down a side street. When we reached the restaurant, I opened the door for Amy. I followed her in, and the proprietor showed us to a table.

"How's your Italian?" I teased.

"Not great," she admitted.

I showed off a little, ordering food for both of us and a bottle of wine. When the food came, Amy started to eat, then looked up at me. "This is amazing!" she said.

"Glad you like it. I want you to remember this visit -- and not just for what happens in bed."

"I'm not planning for everything to happen in bed," she teased.

"You know what I mean," I pretended to scold.

We sat talking for a while when the food was finished, drinking the rest of the wine. Then I paid, and we left the restaurant, continuing our walk towards the shops.

As we reached the main shopping street, I said, "Here's the first place I had in mind for us to visit." I indicated a jeweller's shop; Amy looked at me wide-eyed.

"Did you pack your necklace?" I said.

"Of course," she said, "I'm going to wear it to the ball."

"Well, let me get you something to go with it," I said.

I enjoyed the look on her face for a moment, then opened the door and ushered her in. This time the assistant was a little more discreet, keeping his thoughts out of his expression.

"My friend has a very attractive ruby and diamond necklace," I explained. "I was hoping to find a bracelet to go with it. Perhaps you could show us a few pieces?"

"Certainly, sir. If you'll come with me?"

He showed us into a private room, and left, returning with a velvet tray containing several stunning bracelets.

"Try them on," I urged Amy.

She tentatively reached out a hand, as though she thought the jewellery might disappear. She picked up one of the bracelets, and held it out to me.

"Fasten it for me, darling," she said. My eyes met hers; we both knew that this was the first time she'd called me that.

I fastened the bracelet on her wrist, and she turned it this way and that.

"Hmm," she said. "Could I try that one instead?"

I switched the bracelet for the one she'd indicated; like her necklace, its main feature was a ruby, with diamonds in subsidiary settings.

"That's lovely," she said. She looked up at me anxiously, still seeming afraid that this would turn out not to be real.

"Perfect," I said. I turned to the assistant. "We'll take it, thank you." He nodded, and unfastened the bracelet from Amy's wrist, placing it in a velvet case. I handed him my credit card, and he discreetly swiped it, returning it to me.

As we left the shop, Amy turned to me. "I'm sorry, Tim," she said. "I've never really asked you about your job; you and Pam don't live ostentatiously, but you must be doing OK to be able to be so generous to me."

"I am very fortunate, yes," I said. "Even in the recession, things have gone quite well for the company I work for, and what I do is valuable to them."

We walked on, and she spotted a clothes shop she recognised. "Let's go in here," she urged. "I've seen something in their catalogue I think I'd like."

"Do you want me with you?" I asked.

She thought for a moment. "Actually, it would be nice to surprise you. I won't be a minute."

She went into the shop, and returned remarkably quickly with several bags.

"Now, one more place," I said. I directed Amy to one of the large department stores, and we found our way to the cosmetics department.

"Now," I said, "I wouldn't presume to buy makeup for you -- you do such a brilliant job of that -- but I'd really like to buy you some perfume."

She smiled. "That would be lovely -- I've always wanted to try some of the classics."

We walked to the perfume counter, and the assistant approached us.

"What do you think would suit you?" I asked Amy.

The assistant cleared her throat. "Perhaps I could suggest a couple of things?" She produced a bottle, and dabbed a little of the scent on Amy's wrist. "Wait a few moments for it to warm to your skin," she advised.

I took Amy's hand and breathed in the fragrance rising from her wrist. "That's quite nice," I said.

Amy raised her wrist to her nose. "It's OK," she said.

The assistant selected a different bottle, and dabbed Amy's other wrist. This time when I took her hand, I said, "Oh. Oh, yes, that's quite special."

Amy sniffed, and her eyes widened. "Mmm," she said, "it does really have something, doesn't it?"

The assistant smiled. "I'm glad. Shall I wrap that for you?"

"Yes, please," I said. I paid for the scent, and we left the shop.

"Anything else you want to see?" I asked Amy.

"Well," she said, "we've had a nice lunch, and I have jewels and perfume, as well as a surprise for you. I think that'll do for today. We can always come back tomorrow if we need to."

"Great," I said. "Let's head back, then."

We took our time walking back to the house. When we were inside, Amy said, "Shall I change?"

I looked at her expression. She was obviously eager to show me the surprise she'd prepared.

"Of course," I said. She disappeared upstairs with everything we'd brought back. I heard the sound of the shower, then her bedroom door closing. I went and sat in the living room, idly glancing at some of the glossy magazines on the coffee table.

After what seemed a very long time, I heard footsteps on the stairs. I looked up at the doorway, and gasped at the vision that stood there. Amy had transformed herself; her hair was piled elegantly on top of her head, making her seem taller -- the tall heels she wore added to the effect. The ruby necklace rested at her throat, and the bracelet was on her wrist. She wore an elegant silk dress in a colour I couldn't quite tie down, and silk stockings. Her face was made up exquisitely.

I stood and moved towards her, catching the unmistakeable fragrance of the perfume I'd bought for her that afternoon.

"I'm overwhelmed," I said.

She smiled, and drew me into her arms. So close to her, the scent was literally intoxicating.

"Do I dare kiss you?" I murmured. "I don't want to spoil your artistry."

"The makeup's easily repaired," she grinned. "Just don't smudge the dress."

"Well, we'll just have to make sure we take it off before there's any danger of that," I teased. I kissed her, enjoying the unaccustomed feel of lipstick as I did so. I pulled away for a moment. "Better make sure I get all the lipstick off me too."

She reached out to wipe off a telltale smear from the side of my mouth; I intercepted her finger, and took it into my mouth, sucking and tonguing it gently.

She gasped. "I never saw that on the Internet," she said, obviously enjoying what I was doing.

"It's the little things that make the difference," I said. I released her finger, and moved so that I could gently breathe into her ear, and dab the lobe with my tongue. Then I moved round behind her, lightly kissing the bare nape of her neck. I put my arms round her, and carefully brushed her nipples with my palms through the silk. She trembled, and said, "You know what we said about taking off the dress?"

I reached for the zip and slid the fastening all the way down. The silk slid off her shoulders and pooled at her feet, and she carefully picked it up and draped the dress over the back of the sofa. Underneath she wore garments I hadn't seen before, also of silk. I moved back to face her, and slid the straps of her bra off her shoulders, spilling her breasts out.

"Have you, er, grown again?" I ventured. She smiled shyly and said, "A little, but I think that's it now."

"Well, I'm not complaining," I said, kissing one breast gently. "Did you put a little of the scent here too?"

"Just a dab, between them," she said. "There are seven places where you're supposed to put it, you know."

"I'd heard that you put it wherever you want to be kissed," I said teasingly.

"I think it amounts to the same thing," she replied in the same tone. "Would you like to try and find them all?"

I straightened up and said, "Well, one I've already done." I touched the nape of her neck gently, and she nodded. I bent to kiss first one side, then the other, of her neck, then moved down to place a kiss in the hollow of her throat. "Mmm," she said, "I like this version of hide and seek."

I took each of her hands in turn and kissed her wrists, then finally bent down to kiss her between her breasts. "You got them all," she said. I stayed where I was, and brought my hands back to her breasts, touching both nipples. She gasped, and said, "I still have my panties on."

"I do apologise," I said, "let me put that right." I slipped the silk panties down, and she stepped out of them.

She moved her legs slightly apart, and I resumed my attentions to her breasts, then moved one hand down to begin to touch her opening.

I slid two fingers into her, then caressed her clitoris carefully with my thumb. She moaned, and said, "I want your mouth, now." I guided her to the sofa and she reclined, parting her legs fully. I buried my head in her wetness, and began to tongue her. She put her hand behind my head and pulled me harder against me, and soon she was gasping as she climaxed.

When she had relaxed, she said, "Wow, it just gets better. Have we time for me to return the favour?"

I glanced at my watch. "Think that would be cutting it a bit fine. How about I surprise Pam tonight, and you and I can start afresh in the morning?"

She grinned. "I'll look forward to it." She carefully collected her garments together and disappeared upstairs, returning in t-shirt and jeans.

As we sat down on the sofa and Amy got out one of her university prospectuses, I heard the sound of Pam's car in the drive. I opened the door for her and hugged her.

"How was your day?" I said.

"OK," she said, "though the traffic was pretty bad. Yours?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary," I said, thinking to myself that exactly the opposite was true.

"Well, we have to be ready pretty quickly," she reminded, "we have to be at the cinema for seven."

"I'm pretty much ready," I said, "and I think Amy's OK in what she's wearing."

"OK," she said. "I'll just change then."

She went up the stairs, and returned after a while in a soft skirt and matching blouse.

"Come on, Amy," she said. Amy got to her feet and asked, "What are we going to see?"

Pam named the film -- the latest rom-com -- and Amy nodded. "Sure, I'd like to see that."

We got in the car and drove the few minutes to the out-of-town cinema complex. We bought tickets and popcorn and found our seats; Amy managed to arrange things so that I was sitting between her and Pam. The lights dimmed and the film began.

After the film had been running for a few minutes -- the bumbling hero had just met the gorgeous girl -- I felt something touching my leg. I glanced down in the dim illumination, and could just make out Amy's hand, palm up, resting there. I put my hand on hers and she grasped it, pulling it toward her.

She shifted her grip to hold my wrist gently, and guided my hand towards the waistband of her jeans. She slid my hand inside her jeans, and with a shock of pleasure I realised she wasn't wearing any panties. My hand moved over her soft mound, and my fingers found the wetness between her legs. I didn't have the space to really touch her as she might have wanted, but I flexed my fingers slightly and she moved her hips in an obvious response.

The film continued to its fairly predictable conclusion, and as the trailers rolled I carefully pulled my hand back. Pam stood up, and said, "Well, I enjoyed that."




Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 04



"Me too," said Amy, "I like that guy who played the hero. He's a bit wet, though, don't you think? I'd prefer someone with a bit more oomph."

We carried on chatting about the film as we drove home. When we reached the house, Amy pleaded tiredness and went upstairs to bed. Pam made some preparations for the morning, then we went to our bedroom too.

I quickly undressed, then watched Pam take off her clothes. She saw me looking at her, and said, "Is tonight my lucky night?"

I grinned. "Would you like it to be?"

She walked toward me. "Well, it's been a few days." She climbed on top of me, and I smiled inwardly, remembering that this was the exact position with which Amy and I had started the day.

Pam guided my erect penis into her, and she was soon rocking her body against me and gasping. Then she stopped for a moment, and turned round so that I was entering her from behind, her still on top of me. She began to gasp again as she neared her climax. "I'm coming," I groaned, and spurted into her. I felt her clench around me, and her moans indicated that she had reached her climax too.

She laid back against me, my penis still inside her, and I whispered in her ear, "Still got it, eh?"

She nodded, and we rolled over. I put my arms around her, and we drifted off to sleep.

All too soon the alarm was bleeping irritatingly in my ear, and Pam got out of the bed to begin her morning routine. "I'll leave a little earlier today," she said, "and try to beat the traffic."

"OK," I said. She went to the bathroom, and when she returned I watched her dress in her practical underwear and business outfit. She kissed me on the lips and was gone.

When I heard her car drive away, I got out of bed and put on a dressing gown. I went to Amy's bedroom and opened the door. She was still in bed, the covers half off her naked body, and she opened her eyes and smiled.

"Come in," she said. I went in to the room, and stood by the bed, looking down at her. "No, come in, silly," she grinned. I shed the dressing gown and climbed in behind her, wrapping my arms round her warm body and pulling her close to me. I caught a faint remaining hint of her new perfume, and kissed the nape of her neck.

"Mmmm," she said. "We can start all over again."

"Give me a chance," I pretended to plead, "I only made love to Pam last night."

She squirmed against me. "Tell me about it," she said.

"Well, I'm lying on the bed, naked, and she climbs on top of me," I began.

"Sounds good so far," said Amy, her voice letting me know she had already started to build the picture in her mind.

"Then she guides me into her, and starts to move up and down on me, angling herself so that her clitoris is being stimulated."

Amy moved her hand to her breasts and started to touch herself, as I continued to describe what happened;

"Then she turns round so that she's facing away from me, and puts my penis back inside her."

"Mmm," said Amy, "that's a new one. We should try it. What then?"

"So I'm getting pretty near to my orgasm, and when I spurt into her, she climaxes, clenching around me and moaning."

Amy's hand slid down between her legs and she began to touch herself there too. I held her as her breathing became more rapid. Then she paused, and said, "Tim, I don't want to finish this by myself. Help me?"

"With pleasure," I said. "I have an idea. Slide down the bed a little, and lie on your back."

She complied, and I positioned myself so that I could use my mouth on her breasts, while she could reach my nipples in the same way. As I tongued and suckled her, she slid her hand back down to her clitoris and once more began to bring herself to her climax. After only a short while, her body shook as her orgasm overtook her, then she relaxed.

"Now," she said, "what about you?"

"You'll see," I said. I shifted position so that my penis was between her breasts, pointing down towards her stomach. I began to move my hips, and felt her still-hard nipples against me.

"Mmm," said Amy from behind me, "this is different."

I began to move more quickly, and she wrapped her arms around my back. Soon I was climaxing, and spurting warm fluid onto her stomach.

She released me, and I got to my knees. She reached down a hand to her stomach, and dipped a finger in the sticky stuff, raising it to her mouth.

"I like," she said, reminding me of the first time she had helped me to an orgasm at Christmas.

I shifted position and lay next to her. She reached for the box of tissues by the bed, and mopped her stomach, licking her fingers as she finished.

"I'm glad we had the chance to be intimate first thing," I said, "We have quite a busy day ahead."

"Another of your surprises?" she said, anticipation in her voice.

"Wait and see," I said. "How about I come and watch you in the shower?"

"Sounds good," she said. "I like that you just want to look at me."

We went across to the bathroom, and I sat and watched as Amy washed herself. She went to dry her hair, and when I'd showered I went back to the bedroom and watched her dress. She put on panties, and a bra, then pulled on her usual jeans and t-shirt. "Unless you need me to wear something different for the surprise?"

"No, you'll be fine."

I quickly dressed, and we went down the stairs.

"We'll get breakfast on the way, if that's OK," I said.

"No problem," she replied. "Are you going to tell me on the way to where, yet?"

"Nope," I grinned.

We got in the car and set off on a road out into the country. At a roundabout I spotted a McDonalds. "You like burgers?" I asked.

"Love them -- especially with a chocolate milkshake." Just for a moment she looked like a little girl, and I felt very protective towards her all of a sudden.

We pulled into the car park, and went in to the McDonalds. I ordered burgers, fries, and two chocolate milkshakes, taking them to the table Amy had selected.

Her eyes lit up. She took the milkshake from me and sucked on the straw. "I'd forgotten how thick these things are."

We sat and ate. After a few minutes the milkshakes had melted enough to suck through the straws, and we tried to outdo each other in the noise we each made getting the last few drops from the bottom.

We got back in the car and I drove on. When we reached the sign for an airfield, I turned in. "Interesting," she said. "This isn't exactly Heathrow, so I'm guessing we're not checking in for a flight to Los Angeles."

I pulled up at the side of the airfield office, an unpretentious wooden structure. "Stay here a minute," I said, and went in, coming out a few moments later with a man in flying gear.

"Amy, I'd like you to meet Captain Richards. He's our pilot for today."

"Pleased to meet you," she said. "Tim has been infuriatingly good at keeping the secret, whatever it is."

The captain grinned. "Doesn't surprise me -- I have reason myself to trust Tim's discretion." She raised my eyebrows and looked at me. I kept my face impassive, giving nothing away.

"Anyway," said Captain Richards, "let's get this show on the road, shall we?"

He pointed across the airfield, towards a small but reassuringly modern twin-engined plane. "Ever flown in a propeller job, Miss?" he asked.

"Noooo," she replied slowly.

"Well, hop in," he said. We walked over to the plane, and the captain showed Amy where to step on the wing to get up into the cockpit.

"Slide into the co-pilot's seat," he directed Amy. She hesitated, glancing back at me. I nodded, and she took the indicated position, being careful not to touch any of the controls in front of her. Captain Richards took the pilot's seat, and I slid into the one passenger seat behind Amy.

The captain slid the cockpit shut, and went through the pre-flight checklist. When he got to 'Co-pilot', Amy looked back at me with a smile, and replied "Definitely here -- I'm not sure about anything else."

"Don't worry," said Captain Richards, "I'll talk you through it. And I'm feeling entirely well, so you won't have to land this thing with me slumped at the controls."

"Very funny," snorted Amy.

The captain started the engines, and pushed the throttles forward. The plane started rolling down the runway, and accelerated rapidly. At just the right moment, he eased the yoke back, and we were airborne. We climbed steadily, and soon levelled off, the fields a patchwork below us.

"We won't climb high enough to see the curvature of the earth, sadly," said Captain Richards, "We'd have to be Concorde for that, but we'll go above the clouds in a while."

"Now," he said, turning to Amy, "your turn."

She blinked hard. "Take hold of the controls firmly," he instructed, "but don't move them yet."

She placed her hands on the yoke, and looked back at him for the next instruction.

"Now, pull back slowly."

The plane climbed through the white clouds, then levelled out as Amy moved the controls back to the centre.

"You're a natural," said the captain. "Now, watch this."

He increased the engine power to near maximum, then pulled the controls back and held them. The plane climbed steeply, then Amy gave a short squeal as we looped right over. The captain eased off the power, and said, "Do you think you could manage that?"

Amy hesitated, then said, "Ok -- but you better keep your hands near the controls."

He nodded, then pushed the throttles forward again. Amy grasped the controls, and pulled them back steadily. The plane looped just as it had before, and Amy reached for the throttle levers, returning them to their cruising setting just as she'd seen the captain do.

"Well done," he said. "Now, try a turn or two." Amy turned the yoke first left, then right, and the plane responded to her direction. "This is great!" she said.

"You can fly us toward the airfield," said Captain Richards. "See, this is the compass; the heading is 270 degrees, and we can lose a little altitude."

Amy carefully changed heading until the compass matched the heading he'd given, and pushed the yoke slightly forward so that the altimeter showed a gentle descent.

"You sure you haven't done this before?" asked the captain. She shook her head. "Well, I'll take it from here," he said.

Reluctantly Amy released the controls, and watched intently as Captain Richards landed the plane, making a textbook touchdown and taxiing back to his spot near the office. The captain slid the cockpit back, and I stepped carefully out onto the wing, helping Amy down to the ground.

I turned and waved. "Thanks, Captain. I'll see you around."

He nodded, and turned back to the controls, shutting everything down carefully in sequence.

"Back home?" I said, opening the car door for Amy.

"Yes, please," she said. "That was brilliant -- thank you so much, it was a lovely surprise. But I think I'll need to sit down for a while somewhere that isn't moving."

We were soon back at the house, and Amy went into the living room and sat down. I made coffee, and we drank it; I'd found some biscuits too.

"So, are you going to tell me about Captain Richards?" she asked.

"Are you fishing?" I said, pretending to be shocked.

Her expression became serious. "If it's something you can't talk about..."

"No, of course I'll tell you. It's nothing too shocking, just he was in a somewhat... compromising position, shall we say, and I was in a position to help him out."

Amy grinned. "And there was me thinking you were just a boring manager -- at what point in your past life did all this raciness happen?"

I settled back in my seat. "Well, this was when I was at Cambridge --" she raised her eyebrows, but didn't interrupt --" and Jim Richards was in the ATC, learning to fly. He was always getting into scrapes, but this one turned out more difficult to get out of."

"He'd taken a girl flying; that was against the regulations for a start. Then he'd taken her into the ready room, you can imagine what for -- he'd discovered that his girlfriends were much more well-disposed toward him after he'd looped them the loop a couple of times.

"There were no exercises on that weekend, so he thought he was safe, but what he didn't know was that the Americans had arranged to use the airfield for a secret flight, and the place was about to be crawling with CIA agents."

"So how did you help him?" asked Amy, obviously enjoying my account.

"I knew where he'd gone -- I was entertaining a lady guest of my own by the river -- and when I saw the cars heading down the road to the airfield, I put two and two together and realised that he was going to need a distraction. So I changed tack with my guest -- she was a little surprised, and probably disappointed -- and we took a shortcut, getting onto the road in front of the CIA cars. Then I pulled the car across the road and pretended we'd had an accident, skidded. That held them up long enough that Jim heard the plane coming in to land, and he managed to get his girlfriend into his car and off down the back lane with its lights off."

"I can see why he trusts you," Amy said. She stretched, and said, "What were you saying about girls being well-disposed after looping the loop?"

"I did, didn't I? Does it still work?"

"Why don't you take me upstairs and find out?"

"An invitation I can't possibly refuse," I said, getting up and taking her hands to pull her to her feet. We went upstairs, into her bedroom, and she fooled around, stretching her arms out and pretending to be an aeroplane, zooming round the bed.

I caught her in my arms, and drew her towards me, kissing her on the lips. She responded eagerly, her fingers in my hair. I unbuttoned her blouse, and reached behind her to unfasten her bra. I looked afresh at her breasts, then into her eyes.

"Is there something wrong?" she asked.

"No," I said. "Just fixing this in my mind."

She smiled. "Don't worry, you'll have the real me for a while yet. You're not the only one with surprises, you know. Now, make love to me."

I pushed my puzzlement at her words to the back of my mind, and bent again to kiss her breasts and begin to run my tongue over her nipples. She gasped, and pulled my head harder against her chest. Her hands reached for the waist of her jeans, unfastening them and pushing them down. I helped her step out of them, and put them over the back of a chair.

She removed her panties, and I quickly undressed, taking her back into my arms. She kissed me greedily, and pushed me back towards the bed.

"I want to try what you and Pam did last night," she said.

"Be my guest," I said, letting her push me onto my back. She straddled me, facing away from me, and guided my erection into her.

"Aren't you departing from the script a little?" I queried. I could see her reflected in the long mirror on the bedroom door, and her face held a wild, almost wanton look.

"Do you have a problem with that?" she asked with a smile in her voice, as she shifted so that I was penetrating her more deeply than I would have thought possible.

"Ah, no," I gasped. She began to move herself up and down on me, at the same time touching her clitoris with her fingers. She began to moan, and before I really had a chance to come near my own climax I felt her muscles rippling around my erection and she gasped out, "Ohhhhh!"

After a few moments she said, "Do you have any of that hand lotion?"

I reached over to the bedside table and opened the drawer. "Voila!" I said, producing a bottle.

She turned to face me, and squeezed lotion onto her hands, then curved both palms around my erection. She began to move her hands, and use her thumbs on the head of my penis. Soon I was gasping, and finally I groaned as I spurted my fluid towards her, hitting her between her breasts. She lifted her hands and smeared the stuff over her, her eyes closed, then lowered herself to rest against me. I could feel the slipperiness of her breasts against my chest as I put my arms around her and held her tightly.

After a few minutes I glanced at the clock. "Wups, we'd better get cleaned up, Pam will be back in an hour or so."

We crossed the landing to the bathroom, and I helped her shower, washing the sticky goo from her chest. Then she washed me, watching my face as her hands again caressed my now-soft penis.

We dressed, and when Pam arrived back we were sitting in the living room, talking about Amy's university plans. "I thought I'd apply to the university here, then I could come and live with you and Aunty Pam -- it'd save me from having to borrow quite so much."

As she delivered that bombshell, obviously carefully timed, Pam came into the room. "How are you guys?" she asked. I struggled to find my voice, then managed, "Fine." I cleared my throat and repeated, "Fine. Amy was just saying that she wondered if she could board with us in the autumn, if she gets into the university."

"What a great idea!" said Pam enthusiastically. "It's not as if we ever use the spare room, and we've got the en-suite." She thought for a moment, then said, "But wouldn't you find it a bit restrictive, Amy? It's not exactly private if you have friends round."

"Oh, there'd be plenty of places to hang out on campus," Amy said. "I'm not planning on having a boyfriend for ages yet." Her foot found mine out of sight under the coffee table and she pressed against my ankle meaningfully.

"No problem, then," said Pam. "We'll chat to Caroline about it when they pick you up." She added, "But you'd better make sure to study, otherwise it might not happen."

"I'm sure Uncle Tim can coach me," ventured Amy, "He looks like he knows a thing or two."

"Yes, your uncle's pretty smart," conceded Pam. "Now, I thought we'd stay in tonight and I'll order Chinese -- Donald said you liked it. And I rented that movie, now what was it?" She reached into her handbag and pulled out the DVD. "Oh, yes. 'Airplane'. What's the line you like, Tim? 'My worthless co-pilot has frozen up.'"

I grinned, and replied, "'Surely you can't be serious.' 'I am -- and don't call me Shirley.'"

Amy seemed to be suddenly having to suppress a fit of coughing. Pam went into the kitchen to get her a glass of water. I looked into Amy's face and started to laugh myself. "So, co-pilot, you feeling frozen?"

She started to cough again, her eyes watering, and Pam returned with the glass. "Are you sure you're OK?" she asked with concern in her voice. Amy nodded, and drank.

"Well, I'll get on the phone then," said Pam. "I'll get one of those banquets for four, and there'll be something for your lunch tomorrow, Amy." She added, "You have been making yourself something like I said, haven't you?"

"I've not starved," grinned Amy.

Pam went out to phone, then we started to watch the film. When the food arrived, she set it out on the coffee table, and we shared the various dishes. Somehow Amy's fingers seemed to meet mine quite often when we were reaching for things.

When the film finished, I yawned. "I'm pretty tired," I said. "Think I'll call it a day."

"OK," said Pam. "I'll be up in a minute." As I changed for bed, I heard her and Amy talking, and wished I could be a fly on the wall. I drifted off to sleep, only half-waking when Pam slid into bed behind me.



Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 05



The next morning, Pam left early as usual, and I went into Amy's room, quickly undressed, and slid in behind her. She shifted back, pressing her soft bottom more closely against me.

"You certainly picked your moment to deliver your surprise last night," I said.

Amy chuckled. "That's one back for all the times you've surprised me," she said. "What's it to be today? Deep sea diving bell? Space shuttle?"

I tickled her ribs, and she giggled and gasped, "Ok, I surrender -- tell me!"

"Actually I don't have anything planned for this morning," I said. "I thought I'd let you choose."

She thought for a moment. "I know," she said, "Let's go and feed the ducks."

"Well, that's not on my top ten list of things I thought you'd say," I chuckled. "But sure, I'd like that."

She got out of bed and started to brush her hair. "What do you want for breakfast?" I asked.

"There's a café at the park, isn't there?" she replied. "Let's get something in there."

I watched her dress. "Time for a nice hot bath later, when we get in," she suggested.

"That'd be great," I said, pulling on my own clothes. I went downstairs to the kitchen and pulled out the loaf of sliced bread, making a note on the shopping list to replace it. Amy came down, and we started on the short walk to the park.

When we arrived, the café owner was just opening up. "D'you think you could manage a breakfast for us, Joe?" I greeted him.

"For you and the young lady, I reckon I could manage it," he replied. "This your niece, is it, sir?"

"That's right -- she wants to feed the ducks," I said, holding up the bread we'd brought.

"Righto -- breakfast for the ducks too." He made for the kitchen, and soon we could smell frying.

Amy and I sat down at a table, and after a few minutes Joe reappeared with two heaped plates and large mugs of tea. Amy ate hungrily, and I reflected that frequent sex was reputed to be good for keeping fit. I attacked my breakfast enthusiastically, and pretty quickly we'd both worked our way through bacon, eggs and all the trimmings.

I finished my tea, and went to pay Joe. "Enjoy the ducks," he said, "I bet they'll think it's their lucky day."

We left the café and walked to the edge of the pond. Amy took a slice of bread and started to throw pieces into the water, and almost instantly the ducks swam over, accompanied by several ducklings, some yellow, some striped pale and dark brown.

"Aren't they adorable?" grinned Amy. I nodded, and helped her break the bread into smaller pieces that the ducklings could manage.

Just then my mobile started to ring. I answered it, and was surprised to hear Pam's voice.

"I called the office, and they said you weren't at your desk," she said.

I sighed. "They don't always remember what I tell them," I said. "I have an off-site meeting with a client this morning; you've caught me in a break."

"OK," she said. "I'm afraid I'm not going to make it back today -- a situation's come up at one of the branch offices, and I'm the only senior person available to go over there to sort it out. I'll be away till at least Friday lunchtime."

"What a nuisance!" I said.

"I know," she sighed, "and I was so looking forward to this evening. I got us tickets to the ballet -- I thought it would be a change for Amy."

"Well," I said, "I'll still take her, if that's all right."

"Of course -- I don't suppose you'll get anyone else to use the other ticket at short notice."

"Will you call me later?" I asked.

"I'll be on the plane till late -- I'll call you in the morning."

"OK. 'Bye, dear. Do take care."

I pocketed the phone. "What's up?" asked Amy. She looked at my face, and my broad grin.

"Pam's been called away with work," I said. "We have till Friday afternoon."

Amy caught my hand, squeezing it tightly; her eyes sparkled.

"And there's a treat for later -- an evening out at the ballet. That'll be worth you dressing up for."

I wouldn't have believed her face could have shown any more excitement, but I was wrong. "Oh yes," she said, and I could almost see the wheels in her mind whirring as she started to plan.

"Shall we get back to the house?" I suggested.

"With pleasure," she said. She quickly shredded the rest of the bread -- the ducks obviously couldn't believe their eyes -- and we started for home.

I'd barely closed the door when Amy was in my arms, kissing me hungrily. "Whoah, slow down," I said, "we have plenty of time."

She pretended to pout. "The morning's nearly gone and you haven't made love to me once yet!"

"Well, the ducks are grateful for that, and you did have a good breakfast."

"And now I'm full of bacon and wicked thoughts," she said, not entirely succeeding in an attempt at a dramatic leer.

"Well," I said, "there's one luxury this house has that I haven't shown you yet."

I led her into the kitchen and through the far door. "A garage," she teased, "Every home should have one."

"Very funny," I said. "Here." And I opened the next door and ushered her through.

"You can't really see it from the front of the house," I said.

Amy didn't say anything as she looked round, taking in the lounging area, the small pool, and the door beyond which she could see the wooden seating of a sauna room. A padded massage table stood by the far wall.

"It isn't very big," I said, "but it's got pretty much everything."

"But I didn't bring a swimsuit," she said, feigning regret.

"And whatever would you need one of those for?" I asked.

"Well, now you mention it..." she replied. She quickly divested herself of her jeans and t-shirt, then her underwear. "Come on," she said. "Last one in's a lemon." And she slipped into the pool.

I joined her, and we did a couple of lengths. "Now, how about the sauna room?" I suggested.

"Ok," she said. "I don't have much experience with those."

"It's not difficult," I said. "I'll show you."

I led her to the sauna and gave her a towel to sit on. I splashed some water on the brazier, and took my place next to her.

"Gosh," she said, "I'm sweating already." Her face and body were shining.

"It's good for you," I said. "The pool is warm enough not to be a shock if you dive in straight after being in here."

She nodded, and closed her eyes, lying back to enjoy the sensation of the heat. She stretched out her legs and parted them unselfconsciously, and I took the time to enjoy looking at her body, which I'd enjoyed so much at Christmas and then again this week.

After a few minutes she said, "I think this is about as much as I can stand in one go."

"I think you're right," I said. "Go on, dive in."

I opened the door for her, and she walked to the edge of the pool, executing a graceful dive and surfacing with "Brrr! Feels cold compared to in there."

I dived in and swam over to her, putting my arms around her and holding her tightly to me. "Mmm," she murmured. "What's next?"

"How would you like a massage?" I said.

"That sounds lovely," she replied. She climbed out, and towelled herself off briefly before walking over to the massage table.

"How do you want me?" she asked.

"Do you really want me to answer that?" I chuckled. She feigned a stern look, and I pretended to look chastened. "Lie down on your front," I suggested.

She complied, and rested her cheek on her hands.

"You look perfect," I said.

She smiled. "Flattery will not get you out of massaging me," she said.

I walked over and looked over the collection of oils by the table. ""Hmm, strawberry and vanilla, I think."

I poured a generous amount of the oil over my hands, and made sure it was warmed up before I began to smooth it over Amy's back and shoulders. Then I started to massage her, using my thumbs to work over tense spots by her spine.

"That's amazing," she said. "You just keep on surprising me."

"And I plan to carry on doing just that," I said, running a finger down her back then letting my finger carry on into her cleft until it gently brushed her pink star.

"Mmm," she said, "that's one we haven't done yet this time."

"Let's save that for another time," I said. "I have more of you to massage yet." I ran my hands over her buttocks, kneading them, then massaged her thighs and the back of her calves down to her ankles. When my hands touched her feet, she squealed.

"I didn't know you were ticklish," I said.

"Well," she teased, "if you paid attention to parts of my body other than just the obvious ones, you'd know."

"Are you complaining?" I asked, running my hand back up between her thighs towards where I was sure I would find a dampness caused by something other than her recent swim.

"Not at all," she said. "Now, have you finished with my back?"

She turned over on the table, and put her hands behind her head, parting her outstretched legs slightly.

"That'd be yes, then," I said. I poured more oil on my hands and began to smooth it over her stomach. Then I slid my hands up over the curve of her breasts and gently caressed each one, feeling her nipples harden under my slippery palms.

She slid a hand down her stomach and between her legs, starting to touch herself. "Isn't that my job?" I asked.

"I think there's enough work for two," she said with a wink. She raised her knees, opening her legs more fully, and used her fingers to part her entrance, showing me clearly her pink opening. I entered her with a finger, and used the flat of my thumb gently on her clitoris. Then I bent my head to her, tasting vanilla and strawberry as my tongue touched and then lapped at her.

She used her hands on her still-slippery breasts and nipples, as I moved my tongue on her more urgently, and soon she was gasping and writhing under my mouth as she climaxed.

"Whew," she said after a few moments, "that was pretty good. Now how about you?"

"Kneel on the table," I said, and she complied. I knelt behind her, and entered her, penetrating her fully. I began to move in her, slowly at first then more insistently, and finally holding her hips as I thrust deeply into her and spent myself in her. I wrapped my arms around her, and held her for long moments.

"Mmm," she said, "that was pretty good. But shouldn't we be thinking about getting ready to go out?"

"We have ages," I said.

"I'm going to need a while if I'm going to achieve the full effect," she grinned, turning to face me.

"Ok," I said. "What do you need?"

"Just for you to stay out of my way --" she touched my arm gently to reassure me this wasn't a rebuke --"and to be ready yourself on time."

She picked up her clothes and walked back through the garage, then up the stairs, with a backwards glance and a smile. I occupied myself with a book, hearing various sounds from upstairs, then for a long while, silence.

I looked at my watch, judging that I needed to begin my own preparations, and went upstairs to shower again and dress. I was just putting on my cufflinks, when there was a tap at the door. I opened it with keen anticipation.

Standing there was the same vision I had seen two days before; Amy with her hair piled up, in that dress whose colour still eluded me, the rubies sparkling at her throat and wrist, and her face somehow transformed. But this time there was more; she wore elbow-length silk gloves, and carried a fur stole, elegantly draped. Her high heels brought her eyes almost level with my own.

I stood for a moment speechless, then said, "Wow. You could have stepped straight out of 'Breakfast at Tiffany's'.

Her face lit up. "Audrey Hepburn has always been my favourite -- I'm glad I've achieved the effect."

Her smile turned mischievous. "There is one thing missing, though."

"Oh? What's that?"

She stepped toward me, took my hand, and put it on her bottom. I caressed her through the thin silk, then smiled, realising what I couldn't feel.

"Very daring," I said. "You'll have to be careful not to show more than you mean to."

"I think I can manage that," she said. "No-one but you will have any idea."

"The car will be here in a minute." I said, "Let's go down."

She preceded me down the stairs, and just as we reached the hall there was a discreet knock at the door.

We followed the driver to the car, and I opened the door for Amy, closing it carefully as she settled into the deep leather seat. I got in the other side and the driver closed my door, then took his place in the driver's seat and pulled smoothly away from the kerb.

We arrived at the theatre after a short drive, and I helped Amy out of the car. "You managed that perfectly," I said, "I've not seen many celebrities do that so elegantly." I tipped the driver, confirming that I would need him to return after the performance.

We went up the steps and I approached the booking desk. "I believe you have tickets for me, in the name of Smith?"

The assistant looked up immediately. "Mr Smith -- sorry, we assumed there must have been some mistake. We wondered why your wife hadn't requested the company box, but we reserved it for you when we realised."

I thought for a moment, then it dawned on me. The company did have a box, but I'd never made use of it and hadn't even thought to mention it to Pam.

"That's excellent," I said, "thank you for your thoughtfulness."

"You're welcome, sir. One of the ushers will show you up, and take orders for drinks."

I returned to Amy, who looked slightly puzzled when an usher approached us and led us down a short corridor away from the other theatregoers.

"In here, sir, miss," indicated the usher. "I'll return in a moment to get orders for drinks."

I let Amy go first, and she walked to the front of the box, turning back to me with an expression of mixed curiosity and pleasure.

"The company has a box," I said. "Actually, to be totally honest I'd forgotten, but here we are. We have it to ourselves for tonight."

She walked back towards me and hugged me. "This is perfect!" she said.

She sat down in one of the deep chairs, taking a set of opera glasses out of their holder and looking out into the auditorium. I sat beside her, and glanced down at the stage. The orchestra were just taking their places, and after a few moments began to tune their instruments, the evocative sound recalling for me concerts I'd attended as a child.

The usher returned. "What would you like to drink?"

"Amy?" I said. "Anything you like."

She thought for a second, then said, "I'd love a cocktail. Can you get me a White Russian?"

"Certainly, miss. And for you, sir?"

"Martini -- shaken, not stirred," I said, doing what I thought was a passable Sean Connery impression. Amy smirked, but said nothing.

"Very good, sir." He left, and returned almost immediately with our drinks. "I'll leave you in peace now, sir," he said. "There's a call button just here if you need anything else -- anything at all. Enjoy the performance."

"Wow," said Amy, "I like the service."

"The company likes to treat its important clients well," I said.

The bell chimed to mark one minute to the beginning of the performance. Amy looked around the box. "Wouldn't you rather share that sofa with me? It seems so formal sitting in separate chairs," she said.

"With pleasure," I replied. We picked up our drinks and settled into the deep sofa. The lights dimmed and the orchestra started to play the overture.

Amy leaned back against me and watched, enchanted, as the first dancers emerged onto the stage. The music rose and fell, perfectly fitting the elaborate choreography, and it seemed no time at all before the curtain fell at the end of the first act. The lights came up again and the buzz of voices rose from the auditorium.

"Another drink?" I asked.

"Mmm," said Amy, "I'd like to try a Bloody Mary -- dash of Worcestershire sauce, isn't it?"

"Spot on," I said. I pressed the call button and the usher appeared as if by magic. I ordered the drinks, and again he reappeared promptly. I tipped him generously, and said, "Thank you -- we won't be needing anything else."

"Very good, sir." And he was gone.

The lights dimmed again, and I resumed my seat with Amy. As the dancers again executed their flawless, amazing movements, I slid my arms round Amy's waist, then moved my hands up to cup her breasts through the silk. She made a low sound of pleasure and contentment in her throat, and pressed my hands more firmly to her with her palms.

"That's lovely," she said, "just hold me."

All too soon the performers were taking their final bow, and I reluctantly released Amy as the lights came up again. She turned to me. "That was amazing," she said, "I'm so glad that was this evening's surprise."

"So, home?" I said. She nodded, and we made our way out of the theatre to the waiting car. We were soon back at the house, and I made us coffee. We sat in the living room and slowly sipped it. "It seems a shame to take this off so soon," she said.

"Why don't I take a couple of photos," I suggested.

"Good idea," she said.

I went and fetched my old Polaroid camera. "The technology's a bit out of date," I said, "but we'll be able to see the pictures straight away, anyway."

I drew the curtains, and she stood against them as a background as I took shots with her in various poses.

"Do you have any film left?" she asked.

"Sure," I said, "why?"

"Let's just do a few that are a little more exciting," she said, smiling.

"OK," I said, anticipation in my voice. "You'd better find somewhere safe to keep them, though. The others I can show Pam so she doesn't feel she missed out so much on our trip to the ballet, but I don't think she'd appreciate your idea of 'exciting'."

"Definitely," she said, "I know just the place. Now, get ready."

She started by releasing her hair from the clips that held it, and posed with a curtain of hair half hiding her face. Then she placed one foot on the nearby chair, the long slit in the side of her dress showing off her stockinged thigh. Next she leaned forward, her dress falling open to reveal her breasts held by the pushup bra. Finally she sat on the chair with her arms resting on its back, her legs apart. At each change of pose I clicked the shutter, placing the photos carefully on the coffee table to develop.

Amy stood up. "So, let's see what we have." She looked through the pictures one by one. "That's a good one," she said, "I'll put that one as my new Facebook picture."

Then she reached the 'exciting' pictures. "Hmm. Oh, definitely. Mmm-hmm." At the last one she said, "Wow. That one even makes me excited, and I don't think I'm into girls -- well, not like that, anyway."

"Ever tried?" I asked.

"Actually, no."

"So how do you know?"

She thought for a while. "I don't, really. But haven't I got enough to handle with you?"

"I guess so," I grinned. "But maybe we can come back to the other idea later. Are you ready for bed yet?"

She nodded, then her face became a little more serious. "Tim, can I ask something?"

"Of course."

"Tonight, I'd just like to sleep in your arms, if that's OK with you. It'll only be the second night we've had, and it just feels right."

"That's fine, my love," I said. Her face gave away her emotions at my words.

"Let's go up," I continued. I led her up the stairs, and she looked at my face, puzzlement again in her eyes, as I took her into the master bedroom instead of the guest room.

"Well, if you're being the lady of the house..." I said. She smiled, and said, "Anyway, there's nothing I need in the guest room for tonight."

She turned so her back was to me and said, "Unzip me?" I obeyed, and she slipped the dress off, hanging it carefully. She reached behind her and unfastened her bra, then carefully removed her stockings.

"Now you," she said. I quickly undressed, laying my suit over the back of the chair.

Amy glanced at me, and at my nod, climbed into bed, facing me. I lay facing her, then wrapped her in my arms and pulled her toward me, kissing her and again feeling the sensation of her lipstick against my skin. I reached over and put the light out, then rolled onto my back, so that Amy's head was pillowed on my chest. "Mmm," she said, sleepily. After a short while her breathing slowed and I knew she was asleep. I lay for a while, thinking over the day, grateful to whatever power was granting me such bliss.




Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 05



I woke in the morning to find that at some point during the night we had shifted position, so that Amy was now on her side facing away from me, her bottom fitted closely against me, my arms around her still. She stirred, and turned her head to look at me. 

"Morning, darling," she said. I felt an indescribable thrill at her words.

"Mmm," I said, kissing her cheek. "Did you sleep OK?"

"Never better," she said.

"What would you like to do today?" I asked.

"Well, sorry to be dull, but I could do with some breakfast," she said.

"Already thought of it," I said. "I'll have croissants ready in just a few minutes."

I eased myself out of bed, and went down to the kitchen. I warmed the croissants over the toaster, made coffee, and took up the tray. Amy was sitting up in bed, her breasts bare, and I set down the tray and gazed at her.

"I don't think I'll ever tire of looking at you," I said. She glanced up and smiled. "Come here and say that," she said. I moved across and sat next to her, kissing her on the lips.

"Don't get me too distracted," she said, "or you'll have wasted your time making breakfast." She reached across to the tray and picked up a croissant, taking a bite.

We took our time over breakfast, and when we had both finished eating, I said, "What do you want to do today?"

She smiled and answered without hesitating, "I want to stay in bed. And I want us to take time to get to know one another as well as any couple ever knew each other."

"Well," I said, "I haven't exactly written my autobiography, but I'll give it a go..."

She grinned. "We have lots of time to talk. And in between, we have lots of time to love. Or is it the other way round? Whatever, come here."

I moved closer to her and said, "Where do you want to start?"

"How about you explore my body more carefully than you ever have before? Take your time, pay attention to every inch."

"That sounds like a wonderful idea," I said. "Shall I start at your toes?"

"Remember I'm ticklish," she warned.

"I'm counting on it," I said, grinning wickedly.



Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 06



I moved to the bottom of the bed and knelt down. I took her left foot between my hands and began to massage it gently.

"Mmm," she said, "I'd forgotten you were so good at that."

"Hope I'm not tickling you."

"Not at all," she smiled.

I continued to massage her foot, flexing her toes then pressing more firmly into her sole with my thumb.

"That's really relaxing," she murmured.

I bent to kiss her sole lightly, then turned my attention to the other foot. She curled her toes, enjoying the sensation. This time after massaging her foot for a while, I bent and took her big toe between my lips, moving my tongue across the soft skin. She shifted slightly, putting her arms behind her head.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" I said, continuing to caress her foot.

"I told you at Christmas about my first time," she said. "Why don't you tell me about your first sexual experience?"

"Well," I said, "I started quite late, really."

"Actually that surprises me," she said. "You're certainly making up for it now."

"My parents had friends who lived not far away, and we visited them quite often," I went on. "They had a daughter about my age, and she and I would go up to her room while our parents talked downstairs. Of course, sooner or later, we got onto the subject of sex. I'd never had any kind of experience before, even in my late teens."

"So what happened?" Amy asked, obviously intrigued.

"Well, she said she would show me what she had, if I would show her too. I went first, and she was very interested to look. Then she took her panties off and showed me. At that point my mum called up the stairs that we were going, so we had to stop."

"So was there a next time?"

"Definitely. A few weeks later they returned the visit, and she and I went upstairs to my room. We sat down on the bed, and she said straight away, 'Would you like to see again?' Of course I said yes, and she took off her panties and showed me. 'Would you like to touch me?' she said. I nodded, and she opened her legs. I reached out my hand and very carefully – almost fearfully, in case I hurt her – I touched her. She was quite wet, but having very little idea of where things were, I really didn't know what to do next. Then her mum called her back downstairs."

Amy exhaled. "How frustrating!" she said, "I was really starting to get into that, hoping you'd find a way of doing something she liked. Did you see her again?"

"Not in that way – actually, not long after that I got a 'real' girlfriend. But that's another story."

I put Amy's foot down and slid my hands up her legs to her knees, stroking them gently.

"Tell me about this girlfriend, then," she asked.

"Her name was Denise. She was a little older than me, actually – she was at college when I was still doing my A-levels. We met one summer – she was on a voluntary project, and she and I kept in touch after she went back."

"So when did things get a little more exciting?"

"I'd visited her at college a couple of times, but she shared a room and there were always people about, so after her term finished we arranged that I'd visit her at her parents' house. Her parents were very welcoming, and we all chatted for a while. Then Denise said to me, 'Come upstairs – I'll show you my room.' 

"So we went up and sat on her bed. We talked for a while, then she leaned over and kissed me. 'Do you want to hold me?' she said. I nodded, and she laid down on the bed and said, 'Come on, then.' I lay down next to her and put my arms around her, started kissing her. After a while she said, 'It'd feel better if you were on top of me.' So we rolled over so I was on top, and carried on kissing.

"She broke off kissing me and asked, 'Are you as turned on as I am?' 'Think so,' I said. She flexed her hips against me – she could feel that I was already hard – and said, 'Does that help?' 'Oh yes,' I said. 'Carry on then,' she said. So I began to move against her, and pretty soon I said, 'If we carry on I'm going to come.' She was obviously pretty turned on herself, and she said, 'Fine by me.' So I moved more quickly – she was watching my face all the time – and then gasped as I orgasmed."

"Sounds a bit messy," grinned Amy.

"Definitely," I said. "I had to go in the bathroom and clean up. Then I went back into her room. 'I really enjoyed that,' she said. 'Is there something I can do to return the favour?' I asked. In answer she unbuttoned her jeans and looked at me smiling. I took the hint, and slid my hand down her jeans and inside her panties. She was extremely wet, and I easily slipped a finger inside her, then found her clitoris and started to slide my finger over it. She closed her eyes and said, 'I really enjoyed it when you were on top of me, I could imagine you were in me....' Then as I touched her, her voice tailed off and I felt her hips shaking as she came."

"Sounds lovely," said Amy, "but surely you both wanted a little bit more freedom and privacy? You probably expected to hear footsteps on the stairs any time."

"It didn't take us long to work something out," I said. "When she finished college, she got a flat, and I went over there to 'study' pretty much every night. Actually I did get quite a lot of studying done, but when it got late, Denise would always come and stand in front of the table where I had my books, and start to undo the buttons of her blouse, then slip out of her jeans and go and sit on the bean bag in the corner in just her bra and panties, looking at me."

"I bet by that point it was getting a bit difficult to concentrate on your books," said Amy.

"Absolutely. So I'd walk over to her and kneel down, kiss her, and then start to touch her – first her breasts, then between her legs. After a while she'd reach behind and unfasten her bra, and stretch out her legs for me to remove her panties. I'd usually get undressed at this point too, then tongue her nipples for a while before moving further down. It usually took her quite a while to get to orgasm, but I didn't really mind."

"And then what?"

"Most times I'd put myself between her breasts and she'd push them together, then I'd move against her till I came."

"Did you ever go all the way?" asked Amy curiously.

"Not with Denise," I said. "When I went to university, she and I drifted apart – I think that's pretty usual, and of course I was meeting lots of interesting new people at uni."

"And I'm sure there was someone special," smiled Amy.

"Of course," I said. I shifted position so that I could stroke Amy's thighs and her mound, though not touching her more intimate places – we still had plenty of time for that.

"Go on then," she urged.

"My next girlfriend was Helen – she was gorgeous. One of my most vivid memories of her, oddly enough, isn't of us making love, though she was pretty fantastic at that. We went out to a ball one night – these university affairs have to be seen to be believed, they're amazing."

"I'm going to our college ball next week," Amy reminded me. "So what was so special about this one?"

"Well, after the meal, they cleared the floor and everyone started to dance. You know what it's like; at first they have pop numbers, and then a little later they put on the slow songs and the couples slow-dance. Well, they put on one of our favourite tracks, and I don't know what happened, just something magical, she and I started to dance together and it was as if we were the only people there. I'll never forget it as long as I live."

Amy had a faraway look in her eyes. "I hope something like that happens to me," she said. "So tell me why she was such a good lover, too."

"She had more lectures than I did, but it still wasn't many compared to some people, so we had a lot of free time. She had her own room in one of the halls of residence, and we'd go there, make something to eat, then just make love for hours on end. She was like you – she didn't seem to have a limit to how many orgasms she could have – so I'd just make her come, then we'd talk for a while or listen to music, and then start all over again."

"Wow," said Amy. She thought for a while, then said, "Tim, did you ever go out with more than one girl at once?"

"There were a couple of times," I admitted. "Actually, I have a couple of stories about that."

Amy shifted position slightly, and I moved onto stroking her stomach slowly, still letting my hands stray over her mound.

"The first time anything like that happened, Helen and I were at a party in college. I had another friend named Laura, who I found really attractive. She stuck with Helen and I for most of the evening, and all three of us had quite a lot to drink. As the evening went on, I started to flirt with Laura, and Helen seemed OK with it, so Laura got quite daring and flirted back. At some point one of us must have suggested we go back to Laura's room for another drink – so we all sat on the bed passing a bottle around. My memory gets a bit hazy after that, but I remember very clearly at some point later lying on Laura's bed with my shirt off, Helen one side with her mouth on my nipple and Laura the other side doing the same."

"Wow," said Amy. "When I asked the question I didn't mean 'in the same room at the same time'! What happened next?"

"I wish I could remember!" I laughed, "but whatever it was, the girls must have enjoyed themselves, and they were both fine with me and each other in the morning."

"Did the three of you ever get together again like that?" asked Amy.

"No, but Helen and I were always pretty close with Laura afterwards. I remember we all went on a uni field trip, and all three of us ended up sitting together on the minibus in a seat meant for two, me in the middle. After a couple of drinks we didn't care what anyone thought. We didn't do anything in particular, but it felt good to be close."

"You said 'a couple of stories'," reminded Amy.

I shifted position again, and began to stroke her breasts, though carefully avoiding her nipples; we had plenty of talking to do still.

I continued, "Well, this next one I'm not very proud of – this happened while I was still going out with Helen – but it's part of my past, so I'll tell it. I'd finished my degree, but had stayed on at uni to do another course. Helen had gone back home to spend some time with her parents, but because I was a graduate student, I had to work through the summer. One of my other friends had gone home for the summer too, but she phoned me one day sounding really depressed. 'I need to retake some of my exams,' she said, 'But I really don't feel like studying at home'.

"That was when I made my mistake. 'Why don't you come back up here?' I suggested. 'You can stay with me – there's a room spare – and you can study in peace while I'm out at the library all day. It'll be great – I can cook for us, I'd enjoy that'. So she agreed, and the next day I met her at the bus station. I suppose in the back of my mind I knew from the moment I invited her that I was hoping something would happen, though I had no idea then if she thought the same way. The idea must have crossed her mind, she was pretty smart, and I'm sure she had an idea what men are like.

"Don't be too hard on yourself," said Amy. "It's sort of built in, isn't it – what do they call it, 'biological imperative'. So what happened?"

"It was fine at first – I went to the library, she studied, I cooked. But she was still struggling to learn everything she'd need for the retakes, and I don't think she was particularly happy anyway. One day I came back late from the library in the evening – I had a paper to complete, so I'd grabbed something to eat in college instead of coming back and cooking. She was sitting on the sofa in the living room crying. I went and sat next to her, and she turned to me and buried her head against my shoulder.

"'I'm sorry, Tim,' she said. 'I've struggled to study today, and I'm really lonely.' I held her, then said, 'Studying can wait till tomorrow. Perhaps there's something I can do to make you feel less lonely. Why don't you come and sleep with me in my bed tonight? No strings, just for company.' She smiled. 'I'd like that.' So we went up, and she changed into a long t-shirt – a bit like yours, actually. Then I got changed and we got into bed and put the light out. I put my arms around her and just held her.

"That doesn't sound so bad," said Amy.

"Except that after a few minutes, she said hesitantly, 'Tim, you know you said 'no strings'?' 'Mmm,' I replied. 'Could we change that?' she said. Of course at that point I was only ever going to answer one way – an attractive young woman, lonely, already in my arms, and she wonders if I wouldn't mind making her feel better?

"Well, did you?" asked Amy, smiling.

"Of course," I said. "From that point on we made love every night – and a few afternoons as well – till she had to go back home. My work slipped a little, obviously."

"Did you ever tell Helen?"

"Absolutely not. When her term began, we picked up where we'd left off at the start of summer. That year was great, actually – when we didn't have lectures, we'd decide where we were going to spend the time, mostly in bed – or wherever else we decided it would be fun to make love. There was one particular time I remember."

"Go on," said Amy. I moved again, so I was kneeling by her head, and began to run my hands through her hair and caress her face. As I ran my fingers over her lips, she gently tongued my fingertips.

I carried on the story. "Helen had an assignment to finish – she'd done all the research, she just needed to write it up. The day before the assignment was due, she still hadn't finished, so we decided to work all night in her room to get it done.

"I was pretty tired, and crashed out on the bed to try and doze for a bit while she carried on working. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I remember is her standing over me and saying, 'I've finished, Tim, and I've printed it.' She bent down and kissed me. 'Thanks for helping, Tim.' I reached up toward her and pulled her down so I could kiss her more thoroughly, and we both ended up on the bed, our hands all over each other.

"She said, 'Tim, I want you right now.' She undid her blouse and discarded it, then took off her jeans. She helped me undress, then came back into my arms. We kissed for a while, then I unfastened her bra and slid her panties off. 'I want you in me,' she said. She turned her back to me and leaned with her hands against the edge of the desk by the computer, standing with her legs apart to give me access to her wet opening. I stood behind her, and cupped her breasts in my hands, then entered her, sliding my full length into her. I started to move in her, then put one hand down between her legs to find her clitoris. She gasped, and I began to move in her more quickly, my fingers touching her more intensely at the same time. She leaned her head back, and I saw the expression of intense pleasure on her face, lit only by the glow of the computer screen. Then her mouth formed into an 'O' of delight, and I felt her orgasm. Just a few seconds later I came, spurting into her, and she gasped, 'Oh, I'm coming again!' and her body shook once more as I thrust in and out of her until we were both completely spent."

"Phew," said Amy, recalling me back from my memories. "That's pretty hot. Good job you got the assignment finished first."

"Definitely – we went straight from there to hand it in."

"I'm surprised you didn't stay with her," said Amy.

"We found we didn't have as much in common as we thought, apart from great sex. And I still felt guilty about sleeping with the other girl," I said, a note of regret in my voice.

Amy put her arms around me and pulled me down beside her. "I'm sorry," she said. "Did you meet Pam after that?"

"Yes. When I finished my studying, I found a job near where we live now, and I met Pam through a mutual friend."

"I've seen first hand how you and she make love," Amy reminded me, with a wicked grin on her face. "Why don't you tell me about your most memorable time with her?"

I rolled Amy onto her front, and started to gently massage her shoulders and back. "I'll tell you our favourite way we make love," I said. "It's a bit like what you saw us do, but we take more time over it."

Amy rested her cheek on her hands and listened.

"We undress, then kneel on the bed facing one another. First we kiss, then when Pam's starting to get turned on just from kissing, I begin to use my mouth on her breasts, tonguing and suckling her nipples. She gently takes hold of my penis and strokes it, then after a while I put my hand between her legs – she's pretty wet by then, of course – and use my fingers all over her entrance, inside her, on her clitoris.

"Then I kneel up a little, so she can reach my nipples with her mouth, and she suckles and touches them while I stroke her breasts and reach down again between her legs. Then I go back to her nipples for a while. Next I move round behind her, and put my erection in the cleft of her buttocks. I cup her breasts in my hands and touch her nipples for a while. Then I put one hand between her legs from the front and start to touch her clitoris, and move back slightly from her so I can enter her with my fingers from behind using the other hand. She'll be touching her breasts and nipples with her fingers."

Amy stretched, and moved her legs part a little as she thought about the picture I was describing. I moved my hands down and began to stroke her bottom, running my finger into her cleft a little, though not far enough to touch her anywhere really sensitive.

I continued, "Of course she's getting really turned on by now. But usually I move back round to the front and we start all over again at least once. Then I'll ask her to choose what happens next. Either when I'm behind her again, she'll want me in her, and I'll enter her from behind and thrust in her till I have my own orgasm. Then I'll lie back and she'll sit over me so I can take her to orgasm with my tongue.

"Or, we'll do that first, then she'll move down so she can take me inside her with her on top, and she'll control the pace until I come, or she comes again first."

"Mmm," said Amy, "sounds delicious." She hesitated. "Can I ask you another question?"

"Anything," I said.

"After you married Pam, was there anyone else before you met me?" She turned her head to look at my face. "You would tell me, wouldn't you?"

"Amy," I said, "I will only ever be totally honest with you. Since I met Pam, there have been other women I've had very close relationships with – close enough to make her jealous – but I have never slept with any of them, never even got closer than a hug to touching them. You're the first one who I've been this close to, and I'm really grateful."

I thought I could see a hint of tears in Amy's eyes. I stopped stroking her, and put my arms round her again. "Hey, there," I said, "are you OK?"

She nodded. "What we've been to one another so far has really been amazing – I know our relationship has been pretty physical till now, but you've really treated me differently to anyone else I've ever known."

I hugged her. "Every girl deserves to be treated like a princess," I said. "Now, are you hungry yet? I promise not to put a pea under your mattress."

She smiled. "I could definitely eat something. I think that bacon we had the other day has given me a taste for it – could we have bacon sandwiches?"

"Of course," I said, "I'll be back before you know it."

I went downstairs and clattered around in the kitchen, grilling bacon, making tea, buttering bread, and pretty soon I was taking a laden tray back up to the bedroom.

Amy was sitting up in bed when I returned, and again I could hardly take my eyes off her breasts. She looked down shyly. "You really think I'm beautiful, don't you," she said.




Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 06



"Because you are," I said sincerely.

I set the tray down, and she picked up a sandwich and began to eat. Between mouthfuls she said, "Sally was always the pretty one."

"I think," I said, "that you'll find you've overtaken her."

We finished eating, and Amy slid back down into the bed, an inviting expression on her face. "Have we finished talking?" she asked with a smile.

I suddenly felt a great rush of tenderness towards this young woman who had shared so much with me. I lay down beside her, and propped myself up on my elbow.

"Let's make love," I said, "but I want it to be different."

She looked at me questioningly, probably wondering what new twist I had in mind this time.

I continued, "Let's just be ourselves, no fantasy, nothing exotic, just a man and a woman –" here she looked like she might cry again – "who've found something special and want to give themselves to one another."

I reached for her, and her expression almost solemn, she came into my arms. Our lips met, and I kissed her as tenderly as I'd ever kissed any woman in my life. I could tell she felt the difference; her body was trembling as she held me to her and she yielded to my kiss.

After a while I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. She held my gaze steadily, then looked down with a slight smile on her lips. I read her meaning, and bent my head to kiss first the hollow of her throat, then slowly down towards her breasts. I circled each nipple with kisses, then as she arched a little towards me, seeking my mouth, I took one nipple between my lips and gently tongued the tip. I brushed her other nipple with my palm, and she moaned quietly. I moved my mouth to her other nipple and continued to suckle and tongue it. Her breathing quickened, and I slid one hand down to feel her wetness. She touched my head, pressing gently, urging me lower. I moved down to kneel between her legs, and raised her to my mouth with my hands almost as though she were a cup and I was drinking.

I touched her with my tongue as lightly as I could at first, slowly tasting her. Again her hand was on the back of my head, pressing me more firmly into her most intimate place, and I tongued her more quickly, placing my hand on her stomach to feel her muscles tense as she began to build towards her climax. Then I moved my head back to look up to her face for a moment. She smiled, and even before she put her hand out to draw me up to her, I knew what she wanted. I moved up, positioning myself between her legs so that my tip was touching her entrance, then as slowly as I could manage, moved inside her.

Her eyes went wide, then dreamy, as I slid to my full length in her depths. I rested there for a while, hardly trusting myself not to climax straight away and disappoint her. Then I began to move again, my arms wrapped around her, my face buried in her hair. Against my ear I heard her begin to gasp at each thrust, and I increased my pace. I began to approach my own orgasm, and couldn't keep myself from groaning a little each time I was fully in her. Then I could hold on no longer, and moved urgently, gasping as I spent myself into her. She made a sound I had never heard from her before, and she caught her lower lip between her teeth as suddenly her own climax overtook her and her whole body shuddered.

As the movement of her body subsided, I wrapped my arms around her and held her close, as though I was trying to pull us together into one body. Her eyes were again wet with tears. Neither of us had spoken a word.

We lay like that, bodies still linked, for a long time. Then Amy finally broke the silence. "That was like nothing else, ever," she said.

I smiled. "I'm glad," I said simply.

"Now," she said, "we still have one evening and one night left to us. What shall we do?"

"How about a swim to start with?" I suggested.

"Great idea," she said. We went downstairs and through into the extension, and Amy splashed about in the pool while I sat in one of the lounging chairs and watched.

"Aren't you coming in?" she called. I got up and dived in, catching her and sweeping her off her feet. I carried her to the edge of the pool, then set her down, trapping her with my arms on either side.

"You've got me now, I can't escape," she teased. I pretended a fierce expression, then kissed her on the mouth.

We got out of the pool and dried each other off, then I found towelling robes for us both. "Shall I get us something to drink?" I suggested.

"Sure," she said. "How about some wine?"

"Good idea," I replied. I went back through to the kitchen and opened a bottle, finding glasses.

When I returned, Amy was waiting for me on one of the couches. Soft music was playing in the background. "I found the controls for the sound system," she said. I filled a glass and handed it to her. She sipped. "Mm, nice," she said.

We sat in comfortable silence for a while, then I said, "Completely changing the subject, I have an idea. You said you were applying for Business Studies at the university this autumn."

Amy nodded.

"I wondered if you'd thought about your sponsorship and placement yet?" I asked.

"Not really," she said. "I'd considered writing to a few of the big companies to see if they would be interested, but I haven't done anything about it. What's your idea?"

"I could pretty easily get you something with my firm, arrange some time for you between terms. It'd be good experience – it's a great company, and lots of very smart people."

Amy's face lit up. "This just gets better," she said. "I get to live here while I'm studying, and to work with you in the holidays."

"We'll have to be pretty discreet," I said. "We won't be able to have time like this all that often, and you'd have to absolutely be 'just' my niece when we're at work."

"I can manage that," she said simply. "It'll just make the time we do get alone, all that more special."

We talked for a while longer about the areas of business she hoped to specialise in, and I made mental notes about which work colleagues I could ask to take Amy on for periods of time to give her relevant experience.

As it began to get dark outside, I said, "You hungry again yet?"

Amy considered, then nodded.

"Let's go out somewhere – what would you like?"

She replied without having to think. "McDonalds, please – chocolate milkshakes, remember."

"Sure."

We both went and dressed, then left the house to walk to the nearest McDonalds. I ordered for us, and Amy watched the other customers while we waited for our food to come.

"I always wonder what they're thinking about," she said. "Sometimes I think I can tell."

"Did you ever consider doing psychology?" I asked. "It's what I studied."

"You didn't tell me that," she said, pretending to look concerned. "Now I'll worry that you're working out my motivation all the time, maybe reading my thoughts."

"Nobody can do that," I grinned, "I don't care how good a psychologist they are."

When we'd finished eating, Amy swished her straw around in her milkshake, trying to melt it so she could drink it.

"We could take it back with us," I suggested. She nodded, and I took our trays to the bin and returned to her. We walked back to the house and sat down in the living room.

"How about I light a fire?" I suggested.

"Mmm, I love a real fire," said Amy. I quickly piled up kindling in the fireplace and got it going, then added some logs, and soon the fire was burning brightly.

"Turn the light out," Amy said. I went over and turned the switch. When I turned back to her, she had slipped out of her clothes and was sprawled on the rug. The firelight flickered on her body.

"Still hungry?" I said, teasingly. She nodded. I quickly undressed and joined her on the rug.

"Did you finish that milkshake?" I said.

"No," she said, "there's still some left. Why?"

Instead of answering, I picked up the cup. "Lie down," I said.

She lay on her back, her hands under her head, and I tipped up the cup and dribbled the chocolate liquid over her breasts and down her stomach.

As the liquid touched her breasts, her nipples hardened and her areolae crinkled. "Brrr," she said, "that's still cold."

"I'd better warm them back up again then, hadn't I", I said, bending my mouth to her breasts to lick up the chocolate.

"Mmm, that's nice," she said. I continued to lick, then briefly kissed her on the mouth. She licked her lips. "Chocolatey," she smiled.

As I kissed down her stomach, she parted her legs, and I tongued over her mound and buried my mouth once again in her entrance.

"Ohh," she said, "I don't think I'll take long." And after only a minute or so she was climaxing against my mouth.

She relaxed. "Phew," she said, "I see what you mean about not having any limit – they just seem to come more quickly each time."

I grinned. "I'm not complaining – but I don't want to wear you out."

"Never mind me," she said. "Are you ready yourself again?"

"Oh, I think I could manage," I replied. "What do you have in mind?"

"Well, we said we'd do it again with you in my other place," she said with a naughty grin.

"We did, didn't we..." I mused.

"But we could try it a different way," she continued.

"OK," I said, wondering what she meant. "I'll fetch the lotion."

I went upstairs and brought down the lotion. Again she liberally applied it to me, then said, "Now you do me." She turned away from me and I carefully applied the lotion to her, making the cleft between her buttocks amazingly slippery.

"Now, what did you mean 'differently'?" I asked.

"Well, it doesn't have to be from behind, does it?" she said.

"I guess not," I said. "To be honest, with you was the first time I've done it at all."

"Am I really bad?" she said.

"Absolutely not," I said. "I promise I will always do anything you really want to try, and if it turns out not to be any fun, we don't need to do it again."

"OK," she said. "Lie down."

I lay on my back, and she knelt over me. She carefully positioned my still-slippery tip against her back entrance, and lowered herself slowly. I slid into her surprisingly easily, and she smiled. "That wasn't so difficult, was it."

She tried moving her hips a little. "Mmm, this works," she said.

"I know something else that will work," I said. I reached behind me and produced the same slim transparent cylinder that we'd used before.

"Sneaky," she said, "I'd slipped that into the bedroom drawer upstairs."

"Well, I know where else I can slip it," I said. She leaned back a little, and I slid the toy gently into her.

"Ohh, wow," she said, her voice taking on the same throaty quality I'd noticed at Christmas when we'd made love like this. She started to flex her hips again more quickly, her breasts following the movement in a way that I found intensely arousing, and I felt myself begin to draw close to my climax. As I was just reaching it, Amy began to gasp and give little cries of pleasure, and I felt her muscles ripple around me as I remembered from before. That tipped me over the edge and I groaned as I spurted deep into her.

"Goodness," she said, "that's a completely different kind of orgasm."

I nodded. "I can tell," I said, "even your voice sounds different."

She grinned, and slowly untangled herself from me. I held her close again, and we lay enjoying the crackling of the fire.

She stirred. "Think it's time for bed," she said.

"Shower first?"

"OK," she replied. I followed her up the stairs and into the bathroom, and we took a long, hot shower, soaping one another and tickling till we were breathless with laughter. Then we dried each other and went into the bedroom.

"I know I could let you make love to me all night," Amy laughed gently, "but let's just sleep in one another's arms."

"I'd like that," I said simply. She got into bed and I lay behind her and put out the light. I encircled her with my arms, and she snuggled back against me. "Thank you for everything," she said. After a few moments her steady breathing told me she was fast asleep, and I drifted off a few moments later.

When I woke, Amy was already looking at me. "I'm fixing this in my mind," she said.

"I know what you mean," I replied. "I think this morning we'll have to take some time to put the house straight, make sure everything's where it should be. When Pam calls, I'll say I'm coming home from work to meet her."

"OK," Amy said, a hint of sadness in her voice. "Still," she said, brightening, "we'll be together, even if I have to be 'just Amy' for a while."

We took our time doing the bits of housework and tidying, and when Pam rang to say she was on her way back from the airport, everything was shipshape. When Pam arrived, Amy was reading in the living room, and I was wearing my 'dress down' work clothes as though I'd just returned from the office early on a Friday.

I embraced Pam as she came through the door, and kissed her on the mouth. "Mmm," she said into my ear so that Amy wouldn't catch the words, "I guess you've missed me. Make it up to me in bed later?"

"For certain," I said, smiling.

The rest of Amy's visit went pretty much as expected – we all enjoyed the activities Pam had planned for the second week, and Amy played her role perfectly. Occasionally when Pam was out of the room for a few minutes, Amy and I snatched a kiss and a quick caress, but we always ended with a whispered "Wait" and were back in our right places when Pam returned.

Amy went to her ball – wearing the red dress I'd admired so much, and the 'costume jewellery'. When she got back, her eyes were shining. "Wow, I really enjoyed that," she said. "I can't wait till uni." She winked at me so Pam couldn't see, and I raised my eyebrows in silent agreement.

Eventually the second week was over, and Donald and Caroline came to pick Amy up. Pam explained Amy's suggestion about boarding with us during term time; I added my idea about work experience for her.

"Gosh," said Caroline with a smile, "seems like you're really stealing our little girl away from us. You will let us have her back occasionally, won't you."

"Of course," said Pam. "Tim and I need some time on our own, don't we." She winked. "Definitely, darling," I said.

Pam and I watched the car till it was out of sight, then went back into the house.

"Finally alone again," she said. I nodded.

Amy and I kept in touch by text message, though she also called on our home phone every couple of weeks, and I dutifully obeyed Pam's injunction to 'talk to your niece.'

Then, nearly at the end of summer, Amy called me at work. "I'm at college for the exam results," she said. "Guess what?" I could hear the excitement in her voice, and I could guess the reason, but I let her tell me her 'surprise'.

"I got all my grades," she said. "I got in to uni."

I knew she would pick up the sheer joy and anticipation in my voice. "Congratulations, and I'll see you in the autumn... my love."



Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 07



Donald and Caroline's car pulled up outside. The weeks between Amy's visit in the summer, and the start of her term at uni, had gone more quickly than I'd expected.

Amy was first out of the car and up the path. "Hi, Aunty Pam," she said, "Hi, Tim." She gave Pam a hug first, then squeezed me till I thought my ribs would crack.

"She's been talking about nothing else since she got her results," said Caroline, walking up the path with a large rucksack. "Going to uni, staying with her aunt and uncle, getting to see where Tim works."

"I'm sure she'll miss us when the excitement's worn off a little," said Donald. He put down a heavy-looking suitcase on the path; I tried the handle.

"Goodness, Amy, what have you got in here?" I teased. "If you want some bricks to make bookshelves, I've got some in the garage – you didn't need to bring your own." She stuck her tongue out at me and I pretended to be shocked. "Now see here, young lady." She feigned a chastened look, and I remembered all over again why I loved this young woman.

Donald and Caroline made their farewells, hugging their daughter. "Call us when you get back from registration day," said Caroline, as they drove off.

Amy waved at them as the car disappeared down the road, then turned back to us. "Here's your house key," said Pam. Amy took the offered keyring and said, "Thanks, Aunty Pam. I promise I'll take care of it."

"I have a key for you too," I said. I looked across at Pam and she smiled. Amy took the key, puzzled.

"Look in the garage," I said.

Amy went round the corner of the house and lifted the garage door, then squealed with delight at what she saw. She raced back round and stood on tiptoe to kiss me right on the lips. My look of dazed confusion wasn't in the least feigned; I looked over at Pam, but she just raised her eyebrows, as if to say, 'What can you expect? She's young.'

"A Mini! Uncle Tim! They're my favourite – thank you so much."

"Well, you have to get to and from the campus somehow," I said. "At least this way we know you're not going to be hassled by some stranger on the bus, or get lifts from older students with less than honourable intentions."

"Come on in," said Pam. "Tim will take your things up to your room and we'll leave you alone to settle in."

I hauled Amy's luggage up to her room, and stood there getting my breath back. Amy came up the stairs and into the room, standing out of sight of the landing. I put my arms around her and squeezed, feeling all of my affection for her come flooding up out of my heart.

"Mmm," she said, "that's good, but don't forget we have to be careful."

"I haven't forgotten," I said, "I just needed to hold you for a moment."

She buried her head in my shoulder for a few seconds, then released me.

"Later," I said. She nodded.

I went back down the stairs to the kitchen. Pam was making dinner. She said, "Do you think Amy will want to eat with us every night?"

"She's a thoughtful girl – I'm sure she'll let us know when she won't be coming home for dinner any evening. Let's talk about it while we eat."

Amy came down the stairs. "I've got most of it sorted out," she said. "Mmm, that smells good."

"Come and sit down, dinner's ready," said Pam. We went into the dining room, and Pam served.

"We should probably talk a bit about how things are going to work," I said. Amy nodded.

"You can come and go as you please," I said. "But we'll assume you're coming in for dinner unless you call us to say otherwise. There's no curfew, and we won't wait up for you to come home, though if you plan to stay out late – or all night – we'd prefer it if you mentioned it beforehand."

Pam chipped in, "It'd be nice to have some help with washing up, and you can cook if you like, but I won't expect you to do any other housework, or food shopping, or your laundry – I'm used to sorting clothes. We don't mind you bringing people back, and you can use any room, including your bedroom –" at this Amy's face went pink – "but I think we'd prefer you didn't have anyone to stay overnight – that can wait until you get a flat on campus next year or the year after, if you want to. Of course you can stay with us the whole three years if you like."

"Does that sound OK?" I said.

Amy grinned. "More than OK – you two are the best! Now, where do I sign up to do these dishes?" She practically skipped into the kitchen.

"I think this will be OK," said Pam. I nodded.

We all sat in the living room and talked for a while longer, then Amy said, "Well, it's registration day and freshers' fair tomorrow, big day. I'd better get some sleep." And she went upstairs and closed the door.

I yawned. "Time for us all to be asleep, I think."

Pam nodded, and we climbed the stairs, got ready for bed, and were quickly asleep.

I woke the next morning, and for a moment couldn't place the reason for the rush of happiness I felt. Then I remembered. I went down the stairs and found that I was last up, and that Amy and Pam were already sitting at the breakfast table.

"My two favourite girls," I said, kissing Pam on the lips then tousling Amy's hair with my hand. She pretended to look annoyed.

"What? You were going to do something with it before you went out anyway, weren't you?"

She stuck out her tongue again, and I reflected that there were benefits to teasing her.

"Anyway, I have to go to work," I said, gulping down half a cup of coffee rather too hot.

Pam leaned over for another kiss, and I patted Amy's shoulder.

"Good luck with registration day," I said. "Don't join too many societies at the freshers' fair." And I headed for my car, looking forward to hearing Amy's eager recounting of the day's events over dinner.

The next few days seemed to race by; Amy started on all her classes, and spent a lot of time at the study desk we'd set up for her at one end of the dining room, chewing on the end of a pen and absent-mindedly tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. I had long days at work, and Pam took on the extra effort of having a third person in the house. Amy helped as much as she could, but I knew Pam had deliberately held off asking her to do more so that Amy could spend her time studying. All in all, the household worked, though I did begin to wonder when Amy and I would get to spend time alone, and enjoy more than our occasional snatched kisses and caresses in moments when Pam was elsewhere.

Then almost at the end of Amy's first term, Pam said, "I have to go on a training course, and it means staying away, just one night next week."

"Ok," I said. "I think we can manage to cope for one night without you."

Amy chipped in, "I'll cook something for Uncle Tim." I thought back to last Christmas when Amy had cooked a meal for me; the scent of the perfume I'd bought her, mingled with the herbs she had used in her cooking, came sharply into my memory.

The next day I went into work and booked the two days off either side of Pam's trip. The night before she left, when Pam and I went to bed, she said, "D'you want to make love tonight? I'll miss you."

"You bet," I said, and did my best to give my wife an evening she would remember with pleasure when she lay alone in her hotel room the next night.

In the morning, Amy and I saw Pam off for her trip, then went back into the house. I'd expected Amy to grab me the moment the door closed behind me, but instead she put her arms around me gently, even tenderly.

"I know we've waited a while for this," she said, "but I want to enjoy the time we have, not eat you all up at once as though I was starving."

Again I couldn't help but be surprised at the maturity of the young woman before me. "So how would you like to start?" I said.

"Well, actually I have one lecture today I can't miss," she said, "so how about we go up to campus? You can have a coffee while I'm in my lecture, then we can have some lunch, and decide what to do next."

She got ready, and we went out. "I'll drive," she said, and I had my first experience as a passenger in her Mini as she drove it up to the campus.

"Actually you're not such a bad passenger," she teased. "I was expecting you to be a terrible back-seat driver."

She parked outside the Student Union building, and we walked in. Quite a few people waved at Amy, and she waved back.

"That'll get them wondering," she grinned.

"Hmm, so who am I, if anybody asks?"

"Tell them the truth – you're my uncle, and you're visiting me. They won't see any more than Pam sees, so there won't be a problem."

I settled down in the cafeteria with a coffee and that day's paper, and Amy went off to her business studies lecture. It seemed no time at all before Amy returned, accompanied by a petite blonde girl. "This is Laura," said Amy.

I wondered if she remembered my story of my friend Laura from university. "Hi, Laura," I said. "Are you a business student too?"

She laughed, and replied, "Not me! I'm doing art." At that point I noticed the portfolio case she carried. "I've been trying to persuade Amy to sit for me, but she seems a little reluctant."

"Well, I'll see what I can do to persuade her," I said. "Are you ready for lunch, Amy?"

"Sure thing. You want something, Laura? Tim's buying."

"Ok – I have no problem hanging out with your generous uncle," grinned Laura.

We queued up with trays, and I paid for our meal. We sat down at a table by the window and began to eat.

"So how come you're taking such an interest in Amy's progress?" asked Laura, when Amy went to get a drink of water.

"Well, my wife and I don't have any kids, so it's a chance we've not had before to help someone along the way a little. And she's a great girl."

"I'm a little envious, actually," said Laura, half-seriously.

"Well, you're welcome at our place anytime with Amy," I said.

She looked genuinely touched. "Thank you," she said, "I'll remember that."

Amy returned. "Tim says I can come to his place with you if I'd like," said Laura.

Amy grinned. "Sure," she said. "They have a pool and everything."

"Well," said Laura, "this sounds better and better. I have life class today, but could I come over tomorrow morning?"

"Sure," said Amy. "That's all right, isn't it, Tim?"

"Definitely," I said.

Laura headed off to her class, and when she'd gone I said to Amy, "That's OK, isn't it? It'll be great to get to know some of your friends."

Amy put her hand on mine. "That's fine," she said. "If Laura is a little surprised by how affectionate I am with my uncle when we're at home, I'm not going to worry about it."

We went back to the car and Amy drove us home. When we got back into the house, she put her arms around me again. "Can we do what we did before, just get in bed and hold one another to start with?"

"Of course," I said. We went upstairs to the master bedroom and she quickly undressed, climbing under the big duvet. "Brrr," she said, "it's a little chilly in here. Come in and warm me up."

I shed my clothes and joined her, putting my arms around her and enjoying the feel of her naked body against me, her silky skin touching mine.

After a while she said, "Mmm, I think I'm ready for you to make love to me now."

She turned over in the bed so her back was to me. I started to run my hands slowly over her arms and shoulders, her back, her bottom, her hips. She shifted more onto her front, and bent one leg, giving me access from behind to touch her between her legs. I entered her with my finger, then touched her clitoris.

"That's nice," she said. "If you put a pillow under me, I think you could enter me like this."

She lifted her body for a moment, and I pulled a pillow from the other side of the bed and put it under her. I shifted my weight carefully on top of her, and found that as she'd suggested, with her hips slightly raised and her legs apart, I could put my tip against her entrance. I entered her, and she gave a moan of pleasure.

"That puts pressure in exactly the right spot," she said. I began to move in and out of her, and she began to gasp each time I thrust deeply into her. I moved more quickly, and soon felt myself nearing my own climax. I slowed again, and she said, "Mmm, I like it when you nearly get there and pull back a little. Gives me time to catch up. But I'm ready now, so don't hold back any more."

I moved urgently in her and groaned as I came, spurting deep into her. As she felt the first spurt, she climaxed, and her muscles rippled against me, as though they were trying to draw out of me what I was already spurting into her.

Afterwards we lay for a long while, until I softened enough to finally slip out of her. I rolled onto my side and she snuggled back against me.

"Well, I promised you dinner," she said eventually.

"Guess so," I said. "Got to keep our strength up for later."

She gracefully got out of bed – I looked with fresh wonder at her as she stood – and found a dressing gown. "I don't need to dress to cook, do I?" she asked, smiling.

"Don't think so," I said. "Only problem is, I might get tempted to take that off you, if you look too irresistible while you're making dinner."

"I'll take that risk," she grinned.

I dressed, and we went down to the kitchen. Amy started to pull pans and other utensils from the shelves.

"Oho," I said, "I can see I'm going to have my work cut out cleaning up after you've had a session in the kitchen."

She grinned, and said, "It'll be worth it." And she started a blitz of peeling, chopping, frying, simmering. 

"Can I do anything?" I asked.

"Well, set the table, and you could open a bottle of wine."

I went into the dining room, and decided that if this was my part of the preparation, I would do my best to make it as special as possible. I spread a cloth on the dining table, and set it with our best china, silverware, crystal, then found a candlestick and lit the candles. I moved a vase of flowers into the centre of the table, and turned the lights down low. Then I went back into the kitchen to fetch the wine.

"Won't be long now," said Amy.

"Why don't I watch and stir, while you slip into something else?" I suggested.

"OK. Just don't get anything burn," she said, feigning a threatening expression.

"More than my life's worth."

Amy returned after a few minutes in a simple black dress, with her hair up, a few stray strands making her look beautiful and vulnerable at the same time.

"Wow," I said. "Why don't you sit down, and I'll serve."

I led her into the dining room and she said, "Tim, this is perfect – thanks for setting everything so beautifully."

I held her chair for her to sit down, then fetched the food from the kitchen and served. "This smells amazing," I said.

"I think you'll enjoy it," she said, already reaching for her own fork.

I poured wine for us, and we ate without talking, savouring each bite.

When we'd finished the main course, I cleared the plates away, and said, "I already have dessert sorted – it's not exactly sophisticated, but I know you'll like it."

I returned from the kitchen with two heaped bowls of chocolate ice cream.

"Mmm," said Amy, "just what I had in mind."

We finished the meal and sat talking for a while about how Amy's first term was going.

"I'm getting really good marks in my coursework, and I have one final paper to submit before Christmas," she explained. "Then in the New Year I need to do my first placement."

"Already sorted," I said. "You'll have four weeks with my team – I arranged it that way so I can give you a really thorough induction into the company, so you know who's who and how everything really works, before you go and work with any of the other departments."

"Thanks, Tim. Or will I have to call you 'Mr Smith' at work?"

"Actually these days in the business world, everyone is more or less on first name terms – the whole power and deference thing just shows up in different ways."

She looked thoughtful. "I'll remember that – it's not something any of my tutors have mentioned."

"See – there's the first thing you've learned from your placement, and you haven't even set foot through the door yet."

She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks – it's not the first new thing I've learned from my big-shot manager uncle, though."

I grinned. "True – but some of that isn't the sort of thing you'd put in a business book. Now, I think I'd better go and restore some kind of order to the kitchen. How about I make coffee, and you sit at the kitchen table and talk to me while I wash up?"

"Great idea," she said, and we went through to the kitchen.

I made the coffee, and Amy sipped it while I clattered in the sink. When everything was washed and dried and back in its place, she said, "That was pretty efficient."

"Long practice," I said. "Now, how about another coffee back in the living room?"

We took our drinks and sat together on the couch, with just a lamp for illumination. Amy settled her head on my shoulder, and we sat in comfortable silence for a while.

"So, how are we going to entertain Laura tomorrow?" Amy mused aloud.

"I think she was looking forward to using the pool," I replied. "And she did hint that she'd like you to sit for her; perhaps she'll bring her art materials."

"Hmm," said Amy. "You know when she says 'sit' she means nude, don't you?"

"Ah," I said. "I thought she just meant a portrait, or 'Girl at a Window', or something. I see now why you had some reservations."

"Well," said Amy, "we'll see how it goes. At least if it's here, it'd only be Laura – no risk of any other would-be 'artists' barging in because they've heard there's a girl modelling."

"So if you did it, you'd have no problem with me being around?"

She shifted position to face me. "It would be a bit silly if I did, given what we already are to each other."

"And what's that?" I said, the teasing expression on my face making it clear I was fishing.

She thought for a moment. "To begin with, friends, I hope."

She glanced over to me for assurance, and I nodded.

She continued, "Looks like you'll be my mentor, when I'm at your company."

"Certainly."

"Now," she said, "I'm almost sure there was something else, can't quite put my finger on it, it's on the tip of my tongue." Her eyes danced with amusement.

"Does this help?" I said, leaning over and giving her a soft, lingering kiss on the lips.

She was silent for a moment, her face now serious. "Lovers," she said quietly. I felt my heart nearly burst with emotion as she smiled and reached for my hand.

"So, lover, shall we go to bed?" I said.

"Yes, please," she replied.

I got up, and held out my hands to hers to pull her to her feet. As she stood, she came into my arms and I wrapped her in a tender embrace. We held each other for long moments, then I led her toward the stairs, my arm still around her waist.

When we reached the bedroom, she said, "Let's just sleep, shall we? We can make love in the morning – that'll help you not get too excited watching two scantily-clad young women fooling about in the pool."

"You know you're much more to me than that, don't you?" I asked.

Her face was serious again. "Tim," she said, "I'm not taking anything for granted. I love what we have together – I love you, and I'm grateful for everything we have and everything you've done for me. I don't know how long we'll have this, and I don't want to spoil it by assuming too much, or trying to tie you down, put boundaries you might not like on anything."

I was silent for a long time, then I spoke slowly. "Amy, I know I told you about some of the things I did when I was at uni. I'm not proud of those, I really regret hurting those young women, and sometimes I wake up at night under the weight of responsibility for how it might have made their lives turn out. But I'm older now, and I hope wiser."

My face betrayed my feelings. "I don't have a script for this – I don't know how it's going to turn out. But the one thing that I'm determined is that you'll take away something good from this – something you can look back on really positively, whatever else your life holds."




Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 07



Amy was crying now, and I put my arms around her. She looked up at me, her face streaked with tears. "That's the most amazing thing anyone has ever said to me. I think I'm beginning to understand a little more what love might really be."

She sniffed, and wiped her eyes. "Please, hold me," she said, unzipping her dress and slipping out of it. She got into bed, and I quickly shed my clothes and joined her, pulling the duvet over us both and turning the light out. I took her in my arms and held her as tenderly as I knew how, kissing her still damp cheek. She returned the kiss, then settled herself to sleep. Her breathing slowed, and I looked down at her face in the dim light filtering in from outside. "Sweet dreams," I murmured quietly. I lay awake for a long time after that, asking whatever powers there might be to grant the wish for Amy's happiness that I'd expressed to her in those moments.

In the morning, while I was still dozing, Amy slipped downstairs and made bacon sandwiches and coffee. As she brought the tray in and set it down, I stirred.

"Mmm," I said, "that smells great. There's an old saying, 'Never ask a man anything important in the morning till he's had coffee and bacon. After that he'll give you anything you ask.'" I started to eat.

"That has distinct possibilities," grinned Amy. "Anything? Really? Here, have another sandwich. Take the whole plate."

When we'd finished breakfast, I asked her, "What time is Laura coming?"

"I said I'd pick her up at ten," she said.

I glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was just after eight. "So was there anything particular you were going to ask me for, now you've plied me with bacon sandwiches and coffee?"

She smiled. "I know things got pretty serious last night," she began. "I'm really grateful for what you said. I'd like you to show me how you make love to someone you care about that way."

"Well," I said, moving toward her, "sometimes it's very tender..." I stroked her cheek softly with my hand. "But sometimes –" I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, hard – "it's very passionate." I cupped one breast in my hand and ran my tongue in a long stroke over her nipple, then took it between my lips and tugged, watching her face. She gasped, and a wild look came into her eyes. I moved to her other breast and surrounded it with my mouth, my tongue sliding firmly over her nipple almost as though I was licking an ice cream. Then I slid my hand between her legs, pushing them apart, and moved my body to cover her. As soon as my penis touched her entrance, I slid into her to my full length without pausing. She gave a short moan, and closed her eyes. I began to move my hips steadily, withdrawing till I was almost out of her, then burying myself in her depths again. Her breathing quickened, and her arms tightened around me. I increased my pace, and she began to make little high-pitched sounds behind closed lips. She wrapped her legs around me, and as I continued to thrust in her I felt her fingers digging into my back. I covered her mouth again with mine and she returned my kiss with an urgency I'd not felt before. Then as I climaxed in her, she pulled her mouth from mine and cried out aloud, her body shaking as an intense orgasm overcame her.

We lay still, both out of breath, for several minutes. Then she looked into my face and smiled. "Wow," she said. "I really love it when you're tender and touch me gently, but when you just go for it like that, it has quite a kick!"

I grinned. "I don't think we've exhausted the possible variations yet."

I untangled myself from her and hugged her. "You ready for a shower?" I asked.

"Think so," she said. We got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. She stepped into the shower, and quickly soaped herself and washed her hair. Then she put on a bathrobe and sat watching while I showered and shaved. We went back into the bedroom and she pulled on jeans and t-shirt. "No point in dressing up," she said, "I'll be in my bikini as soon as we get back here with Laura."

I nodded, and pulled on my own clothes. "Shall I drive this time?" I asked.

"OK," she replied. "Got to let you show off a bit, haven't I."

We went out of the house and I held the door of my car for her as she got in, then went round to the driver's side. I pulled smoothly away from the kerb, and we drove the few minutes to the university campus, Amy directing me to the hall of residence where Laura had her room.

She was waiting outside carrying her portfolio – I assumed it went everywhere with her – and a small rucksack. "Wow," she said as I got out and helped her put her things in the boot, "a Mercedes. Nice to be picked up in style."

She slid in to the back seat behind me, and settled back, enjoying the feel of the leather, while I drove us home.

Amy opened the front door, and said, "Laura, why don't you come up to my room to change. Tim, we'll meet you by the pool."

I quickly changed, and by the time the girls reached the extension, chatting and giggling, I was sitting in one of the loungers by the pool with a long cold drink.

"Margarita?" I offered.

"Who's she?" quipped Laura, "I thought it was just the three of us."

She slipped into the pool and gracefully swam a couple of lengths, her blonde hair streaming out behind her. Amy followed her in, supporting herself on her elbows at the edge of the pool and watching.

"Aren't you coming in, Tim?" asked Laura.

"OK," I said. I dived in and swam over to them. "I have an idea for a game. Let's all start at one end and see who can get to the other end quickest, but walking, not swimming."

"OK," said Amy. We lined up, and I said "Go." We started pushing through the water, and I soon drew ahead, getting to the other end first. Amy was next, and Laura last.

"That's not fair," panted Laura, smiling. "I'm the lightest, so I've got the least weight to push with."

"I know what would make it fairer," said Amy. "Tim has to carry one of us while he races against the other one."

Laura grinned. "OK," she said. "You go first."

Amy moved behind me and put her arms round my neck. She lifted her legs and I put my arms through them, just in the same way as I used to give her piggy-backs when she was much younger.

"Ready?" Amy said to Laura.

"Go!" she replied. I set off, moving more slowly with Amy's weight on my back, and Laura quickly outpaced us, looking back with a triumphant expression on her face as she touched the end of the pool first.

"Nice one!" said Amy, sliding down from my back. "Now, do you want a turn at being carried?"

Laura nodded eagerly. "This is fun!" she said. "I haven't played around in a pool like this for years."

She swam up to me and put her arms round my neck as Amy had done. She lifted her legs up and I took her weight, reflecting that it was a good job Amy had suggested we made love that morning – otherwise Laura's slim young body would be affecting me in ways that might have been a little embarrassing.

"Three, two, one, go!" Amy intoned, and we set off down the pool again, less competitively this time, turning to splash water at one another, the girls squealing as the spray hit their faces.

We reached the other end, all out of breath, laughing.

"I'd love that drink now," said Laura. "Me too," Amy chipped in.

We all got out and I poured long drinks for all of us. Amy and Laura shared one of the loungers, facing me.

We chatted for a while, Laura telling us about the different pieces of art she was working on for her next show. "I'd really like to do a piece featuring you, Amy," she said. "You'd make an amazing subject."

Amy looked serious. "I'd love to," she said, "but I'm not sure I could cope with walking around campus and people wondering if I really did look like my picture under my clothes."

Laura looked crestfallen. Then her face brightened again. "Easy," she said. "I just don't show your face. And if we come here to work, nobody will even know it's you who sat for the picture. That'd be OK, wouldn't it, Tim?"

"Fine by me," I said. Laura turned back to Amy and leaned over to whisper something in her ear. Amy smiled said out loud, "That'd be no problem at all. In fact, I'd like it."

I gave them a puzzled look.

"Laura asked if I would mind you being there when I was sitting for her," Amy explained. "Actually, I'd want you to be."

Laura looked thoughtful, and I guessed she was wondering why this young woman would apparently be so comfortable being looked at by an older man. But I could see her decide for the time being that it was Amy's business, and anyway it got Laura what she wanted, a willing model.

"Great," I said. "I notice Laura brought her stuff, why don't we start after lunch?"

"Hmm, lunch," said Amy.

I chuckled. "You youngsters, always hungry. How about I order pizza for us?" There was a chorus of approval.

"OK," I said, "Back in a minute."

I went through to the kitchen to use the phone. Behind me I could hear that the girls had gone back into the pool and were playing some game involving tossing a ball between one another.

The pizza came, and I carried boxes back through to the extension and put them down on the table. Amy and Laura quickly climbed out of the pool and took slices of pizza, sitting down to eat them still dripping water.

When we'd finished eating, Amy said, "Laura, why don't you go and get your art stuff and bring it back here, and we'll see how it goes?"

Laura went out to Amy's room where she'd left her portfolio. While she was gone, Amy put her arms round me and said, "Now I've got used to the idea, I think I'm going to enjoy this!"

"Well, let's not get too excited, I think Laura is still trying to figure out exactly what's going on between the two of us."

Laura returned with her sketch book and pencils. With the tools of her craft in her hands, she seemed more assertive, more in charge. "OK, Amy," she said, "you sit over there –" she indicated one of the loungers – "and Tim, you go over there, behind where I'm going to sit to sketch, so you don't distract me."

I winked at Amy, and we took up the places Laura had indicated. Amy looked at Laura and asked, "Should I take off my swimsuit now?"

Laura nodded. Without looking at me, Amy untied her bikini top and dropped it, then did the same with the bottom half.

"What position do you want me in?" asked Amy.

Laura mused. "Curl up in the lounger, just a little on your side," she said. "Bend one leg slightly."

Amy followed Laura's instructions, and said, "How's this?"

Laura looked carefully, then moved over to Amy and moved her arm slightly, and touched Amy's knee gently to indicate Amy should move her legs apart just a little more. "Perfect," she said.

Laura sat cross-legged in the lounger she'd picked, and began to sketch. I divided my attention between the quick strokes of her pencil, and Amy's posed but still relaxed body. This was the longest unbroken time I'd looked at Amy unclothed, and I found the experience surprisingly peaceful.

After what I estimated was about forty-five minutes, Laura stopped. "OK," she said, "time for a break." Amy stretched, and moved into a sitting position. "Can I look?" she asked.

Laura smiled and shook her head. "No way," she said. "This is just a preliminary sketch, to fix your shape and masses firmly in my mind. You may possibly get to look at the painting before it's finished, but I wouldn't count on it."

"That's the first time anyone's talked about my body as 'masses'," grinned Amy.

"Shall I make coffee for us?" I suggested.

"Good idea," replied Laura.

I returned with a tray a few minutes later. "Here you are," I said. "Probably we should finish the artistic part by about four, Laura, but you're welcome to hang out with us and use the pool after that. You can stay for dinner, if you like."

When we'd finished our drinks, Laura helped Amy get back into her pose, then began to sketch again. After a few minutes she said, "There. I've got what I need to put an outline on canvas, anyway."

She closed her sketchbook and put her materials away. Amy put her swimsuit back on, and stretched. "I think I could do with a massage," she said, "I'm stiffening up."

"Hop on the table, then," I said. Amy lay on her front on the massage table, and I began to knead her shoulders with my hands and work at the knots in her spine. "Mmm, that's better," she said.

Laura looked on, a look of mild envy on her face. "Your uncle has unexpected talents," she said.

"You don't know the half of it," said Amy, then "Ow!"

I had surreptitiously pinched her, not very hard, in case she was tempted into any indiscreet comments. I ran my hands over her shoulders in a quick caress to reassure her I wasn't really cross with her, then said, "That's you done – hop off."

Amy got off the table. "Laura, you want some treatment?" she asked.

"You bet," said Laura. "Sketching isn't quite as demanding as maintaining a pose for that long, but it does leave me a bit stiff."

"Come on then," I said. She walked over and lay on her front, her cheek on her hands.

I started as I had done with Amy, massaging Laura's shoulders with my hands, then carefully working my thumbs down either side of her spine.

"Mmm," she said, "that feels really good."

I reached the base of her spine, and tentatively pulled her bikini bottoms down an inch or so to concentrate on her coccyx. Then I ran my hands softly over her shoulders and back and said, "There. Hope that helped."

She eased herself slowly to a sitting position, and said, "Wow, that really is relaxing." I glanced at her and was almost sure I could see a hint of erect nipples through her bikini top.

Just then my mobile rang. It was Pam calling to say she was on her way back from the airport. "OK," I said, "I'll be at home when you get there."

"I'll get dressed," I said to Amy and Laura, "but you two are welcome to carry on."

"Let's try the sauna," suggested Amy. "It's really hot."

The two girls disappeared into the sauna room holding hands; I wished I could be a fly on the wall and listen in on their conversation. Instead I went upstairs and dressed, and I was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper when Pam walked in.

I embraced her and gave her a warm kiss on the lips. "Welcome home, darling."

She hugged me back, then said, "Is Amy about?"

"She has a friend over, her name's Laura." I said. "They're using the pool."

"Good!" she said, "I'm glad she feels comfortable to have her friends back here. Did you invite her friend to stay for dinner?"

"Mm-hmm," I replied.

"I'll start cooking, then," she said. "Why don't you go through and let them know they have about half an hour to get ready."

I went through to the extension. The girls were back in the pool, lounging at the edge, chatting.

"Dinner will be thirty minutes," I called. "You staying to eat with us, Laura?"

"Yes, please," she replied. She pulled herself out of the water, followed by Amy, and the two patted themselves dry, then disappeared upstairs to change.

I helped Pam in the kitchen for a while, and after a while heard the girls coming down the stairs. I looked at Laura, then looked again. Amy caught my eye, and the two giggled.

"I showed Laura my wardrobe," explained Amy. "She's a little slimmer than me, but there are a few of my things that look pretty good on her."

I wondered if she had urged Laura to try on the red dress, or the silk one that Amy had worn to the ballet when she'd visited in summer.

The two went through into the living room and sat on the sofa, then I heard the sound of the Simpsons theme tune.

"Guess it'll be a TV dinner tonight, then," I said to Pam. She smiled. "I don't mind," she said. "If Laura becomes a firm friend, I'm sure Amy will want to have her over again, and we can make it a bit more of an occasion."

She brought in trays, and we ate watching Bart's antics and laughing at Homer in a muumuu.

When the credits of the final episode of the evening rolled, Laura said, "Well, guys, I'm really grateful for the lovely day I've spent with Amy, and for the meal. I'd best be getting back to campus now."

Her discretion about our activities that day didn't escape me, and I made a note to ask Amy later what exactly she'd told Laura.

"Sure. I'll give you a lift – I guess you want to come, Amy?"

"Of course."

We all got in the car, and I drove back to the campus, parking outside Laura's hall of residence.

"You want to come up for a coffee?" asked Laura.

"Maybe next time," I said.

"Ok," she replied. She hugged Amy. "Thanks so much," she said. She turned to me, and before I could work out whether a hug would be appropriate, Laura had put her arms around me tightly and kissed me firmly on the mouth, before stepping back. "Thanks, Tim," she said, and was gone.

Amy and I got back into the car and I set off towards home.

"So, what did you tell Laura? I guessed you must have given her the line about your day together."

"Oh, I told her everything," said Amy, turning her head to gauge my reaction.

The car swerved, and I grabbed the wheel more firmly to bring us back onto the right position on the road. "You did what?" I said, but with only utter surprise, not anger, in my voice.

Amy's face had showed brief alarm as the car had jerked, then as I slowed down, she smiled in her most appealing, sexy way and said, "Well, it seemed the simplest thing. I trust her – we've had some really deep talks, and she has a good heart."

I exhaled slowly. "Ok. It does make things simpler if we're going to spend any more time with Laura. And at least there's one other person that you can talk to now about us, if you ever need another woman's point of view – or if you want to let off steam about me. But I think that had better be it for friends in the know – I don't think my nerves could stand another jolt like that."

"I'll make it up to you," she smiled. "In fact, just to prove I mean it, why don't you pull the car over for a second."

I drew into the next lay-by and stopped the engine. Amy leaned over and put her arms around me, kissing me softly but passionately, her mouth open and her tongue exploring mine. Then after a long moment she pulled away. "We'd better get back, then – otherwise I might be tempted to drag you into the back seat."

I grinned. "Hope it's not too long before we get some more time to ourselves," I said.



Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 08



We arrived back home, and Amy went up to bed. Pam and I talked for a while, then we went upstairs as well. I looked across at Pam as she undressed. She caught my gaze, and said, "I'd really like to make love, but it was a tough couple of days, and I'm pretty tired – can we leave it for tonight?"

"Sure, no problem," I said. And I drifted off to sleep remembering highlights of what had turned out to be a very eventful day.

The next day I was back at work, but the Christmas break was approaching so it would only be another week or so before I was on holiday again. I made sure that all the planning for routine work over the holiday period was done, and finished a little early, to get home for at least a chat with Amy before Pam arrived back from work. Caroline and Donald had decided to go on holiday over Christmas – it was the only time Donald had been able to get away from work all year – so Amy would be staying with us between terms.

Amy's Mini was in the garage when I parked the car, and when I walked in she was sitting at her desk in the dining room with her books spread around.

I walked over to her and kissed her on the lips. "Mmm," she said, "you smell of work."

"That's a funny way to put it," I said, "What does work smell like?"

"Well, your aftershave, and I guess your suit smells a little different, and there's just a hint of tobacco smoke."

"Yes, the smoking area is by the car park," I said. "Does it bother you?"

"No," she said, "it adds to the effect. I like it – it's you. It makes me look forward to when I'm on placement."

"I'm looking forward to it too," I said.

"I saw Laura today," Amy went on. "We chatted, and she asked me if perhaps she could come and stay over Christmas instead of going home? I don't think she gets on well with her parents, and she could bring her art stuff and work on her show."

I remembered the picture that Laura was hoping would form a key part of her show. "That'd be great," I said. "She could share your room, and we could shift things around a little at this end of the room so she could have some space to paint – the light's good in here."

"I hope Pam won't mind the canvas Laura's working on," said Amy.

"But it's 'art'," I said. "I've taken Pam to a couple of exhibitions with works more shocking than Laura's painting."

Amy grinned. "I'll tell her yes, then. I'm looking forward to swimming and sauna with her again."

Just then Pam arrived, and I gave her a welcome-home hug and kiss. "Amy was just wondering if Laura could come to stay for a few days at Christmas," I said. "Apparently things are a little uncomfortable at home, and she did so much enjoy her day with Amy."

"Of course," said Pam. "It'll be nice to have someone to talk to about art – you business types are a bit dull." She winked at Amy, who grinned back.

The last day of term came, and Amy pulled her Mini into the garage with Laura in the passenger seat. A large square shape covered in a cloth occupied the back seat, and the first task was to get the canvas inside, still covered, and set it on its easel in the dining room.

"Can we look?" said Pam. "Absolutely not," grinned Laura, "it's nowhere near finished."

"Ok," I said, "we'll just have to control our anticipation a little longer."

After a couple of days it felt like Laura had always been there, and I came home on Christmas Eve to find her helping Pam and Amy to decorate the tree.

"Hope you've all been good," I said, "or Santa won't stop on his way past."

We had supper, then watched television for a while. I yawned. "I could do with an early night," I said. "No doubt you two will be rampaging about the house first thing, eager to open your presents."

I headed up the stairs, and Pam joined me after a little while. "I'm really enjoying this," she said. "Makes me wonder if we should have had kids."

I snorted. "We're seeing only the upside," I said, "two well-behaved, practically grown-up young women who we can spoil rotten."

"Hmmm, point taken," she said. She kissed me, and said, "Hope there are a few surprises in Santa's sack for us." Then she turned over and was soon asleep.

When I was certain she was sleeping, I slipped out of bed and back down the stairs to retrieve a few last minute presents from my briefcase and put them under the tree. As I went back up the stairs, I encountered Amy tiptoeing down.

"So, you're Miss Santa, are you?" I teased. She put her tongue out at me, then leaned over to kiss me.

"Just a couple of last minute things," she said. "You did get something for Laura as well, didn't you."

"I don't think either of you will be disappointed," I chuckled. She kissed me again, then slipped past. I went back to bed, and thought I just caught Amy's footsteps as she came back up, then a faint giggle from Laura as their bedroom door closed.

Christmas morning dawned, and I opened the curtains to a carpet of white. "Wow, Pam," I said, "it's perfect."

She joined me at the window and we stood for a while, arms round each other, looking out at the garden.

"Now for the carnage," she grinned. We went downstairs, and found Amy and Laura kneeling by the tree picking up gifts and looking at the labels.

"We didn't start opening them without you," said Laura anxiously.

"It's OK," I said. "Go ahead."

Soon the floor was covered in paper and scraps of sticky tape, as we all took it in turns opening our presents. The girls ooh'ed and aah'ed at the necklace I'd got for Pam – I'd seen her admiring it in the window of the jeweller's in town.

I got a sweater from Pam – "Don't worry," she whispered in my ear, "I got something more exciting for you, but it's for your eyes only." I grinned, and kissed her, prompting gentle teasing from Amy and Laura.

The girls had bought me some expensive aftershave between them, and some novelty socks. "Thanks, girls," I said, and they each deigned to accept a kiss on the cheek, doing a brilliant job of pretending that kisses from Uncle Tim were a bit embarrassing.

Last of all Amy and Laura opened their presents from me. Laura said, "Gosh, Tim, you're very generous – thank you." I'd got them both shopping vouchers, and I knew they'd want to go out looking as soon as the sales started.

"Well, that's it," said Pam. "Lunch won't be long."

We sat down at the dining table, and I looked at Amy's book-covered desk and Laura's easel, reflecting how much had changed since only a year ago.

The rest of Christmas Day was spent watching television – Laura and Amy hadn't seen a few of the old films before, and they pretended to be horrified when Pam and I sang along to bits of the Sound of Music.

When the last film worth watching was over, we all went upstairs to bed, the girls clutching their loot.

Pam turned to me as I closed the door and said, "So, you ready for your surprise?"

I nodded. She turned round and said, "Unzip me?"

I pulled the zip of her dress down to her waist, and she let the garment slip to the floor. Underneath she wore a gorgeous white bustier and French knickers. "Mmm," I said as I started to unhook the fastenings, "this is a lovely surprise. But I don't think it's quite unwrapped yet."

She turned in my arms and her mouth was eager on mine. "Then finish unwrapping it," she said, her body trembling eagerly.

I carefully undid the rest of the fasteners and laid the garment aside, then looked at her face for confirmation. She nodded, and I slid the French knickers down so she could step out of them. I moved back, and once more admired her body with its womanly curves. "Shall we?" I said. She moved over to the bed and lay down, and we made love as intensely as we ever had...

Afterwards she pillowed her head on my chest and said, "Thanks, darling. This is a really great Christmas."

The next day the girls begged me to accompany them to the sales. "This seems to be my fate on Boxing Day," I said to Pam.

"Your fault for giving them something to spend," she teased. "Go! If you get fed up, you can go and look in the bookshop or sit and have coffee – they can keep each other company."

I drove us down to the town, and we walked from the car park, Amy one side of me, Laura the other, their arms linked through mine.

"Where first?" I asked. "Everywhere!" Amy said.

"Clothes, of course," said Laura. We went into Amy's favourite fashion shop, and they found me a chair just outside the changing area. Then they commandeered a sales assistant – she looked almost relieved to have two customers who had a clear idea what they wanted – and toured the clothing racks, picking something to try on from almost every one.

Then they disappeared into a cubicle and all I heard was giggling. Every few minutes one or other of them would pop out with, "What do you think of this, Tim?" as they tried on a dazzling selection of different styles. I did my best to give an opinion, sometimes evoking a roll of the eyes, sometimes a shy smile.

Some of the outfits were truly stunning, and at one point when Amy appeared in an off the shoulder evening gown, I said, "Amy?" She paused. "Get that one – really."

She grinned and said, "I'd pretty much decided to – but seeing your face when I came out made my mind up for definite."

At length they decided that they had seen and tried on everything worth trying, and went to pay for the things they'd settled on.

"Now," said Amy when they returned with the bags, "let's drop this stuff off at the car and you can buy us lunch at that little Italian place. You'll love it, Laura – I can't pronounce anything on the menu, but Tim can, and the food is to die for. You'll get us a bottle of wine as well, won't you, Tim?"

"Slow down!" I protested. "Of course I will." We walked back to the car and filled the boot, it seemed, with bags. Then we walked back down to the little restaurant, and I grinned as my friend Mario the owner raised his eyebrows at me.

"Two gorgeous signorinas this year," he said to me in his native tongue. "What can I say," I replied likewise, "I must be doing something right."

"What are you saying?" asked Laura.

"He thinks you are very beautiful and that I am a very lucky man," I paraphrased. This set the girls off giggling, and they had only just managed to retrieve their composure when Mario returned with our food. He poured wine for us all, then left us to enjoy our meal.

"This is heavenly," said Laura with her mouth full. "I could get used to being spoilt."

"Get used to it," grinned Amy. "Tim can't help himself."

I rolled my eyes. "Who could refuse the two of you anything?"

They exchanged glances, but managed not to dissolve into laughter this time. We finished our meal, and I said, "Where next? We have all afternoon."

"Actually," said Amy, "could you take us up to the campus? There's something Laura needs."

"Ok," I said, puzzled. I thought Laura had brought everything with her she needed for Christmas – perhaps she'd remembered something she particularly wanted to wear, though I thought she'd be more excited to put on some of the new things they'd bought in the morning.

We pulled up outside Laura's hall of residence, and she said, "This time, please do come up." The three of us squeezed into the lift and rode to the top floor.

"Come in," Laura said, opening the door of a spacious study bedroom with a double bed. The walls were covered with sketches and other pieces of Laura's art work.

"Gosh," I said, "this takes me back a bit. I got up to a few escapades in places like this."

"And likely to again," said Amy. "I think it's time, Laura."

I turned round, wondering what she meant, and stopped, stunned, as I saw Laura begin to undo the buttons of her blouse.

"Wha–," I began.

Laura said in a voice simultaneously full of amusement, promise and anticipation, "Amy told me about a particular night you'd had with two of your girlfriends, but she said you'd been a little drunk to remember what really happened, which seemed a shame. We thought we'd give you the chance to do something you would remember."

Amy spoke up. "This is our other Christmas present to you," she said. "We thought we'd better give it to you somewhere else than at home." Then she too started to undo buttons.

I sat down on the bed. "I'm... delighted. Flattered. Pleased. Amazed."

"Just as long as you're turned on," teased Laura, now standing in front of me in only her underwear.

"Oh, I think you can guarantee that," said Amy, slipping out of her jeans. "Tim's got good taste."

She started to undo my shirt, while Laura deftly loosened my belt and pulled down my jeans. "Oops, the boxer shorts came too, Amy," she said, "Sorry."

Amy looked up from what she was doing. "Not a problem," she said. "Saves time later." She finished removing my shirt and I lay back on the bed.

"Now, where to start," Laura mused.

"Let me kiss you, Laura," I said. "We haven't had a proper kiss yet." She leaned over me and kissed me, her mouth feeling just a little different from Amy's. I couldn't help myself, and put my hands up to cup her breasts through the lacy fabric of her bra. She intensified the kiss, her tongue exploring my mouth. Her breasts suddenly filled my hands, and I realised with a shock of pleasure that Amy had unfastened Laura's bra from behind and laid it aside.

"Mmm," said Laura, "that's good." I broke off kissing her and moved my mouth down to her breasts, starting to gently tongue and suckle her nipples. Then she gasped, and I saw Amy carefully pulling Laura's panties from her, then sliding her hand between Laura's legs to caress her. Laura shifted position so her legs were further apart, and Amy intensified her touch.

"Ohh," said Laura, "I'm...." She didn't even manage to say the word, when her body shook uncontrollably as I pleasured her nipples with my mouth and Amy touched her, moving her hand as she knew she would want to be touched herself.

When her climax had subsided, she lay down beside me on the bed.

"So did you get what you needed?" Amy asked Laura, grinning.

"Sure did," said Laura, still breathless.

"Now, Tim," said Amy. "I'm sure you'll have no difficulty coming up with something that'll please me, given the practice we've had."

I nodded, and said, "But there's one thing – you're the only one in the room still with any clothes on."

"Oops, sorry," she laughed, quickly removing her remaining garments.

I pulled her down, and she knelt over me, her already-wet opening against my erection. She shifted her hips slightly.

"Ah, not yet," I said lightly. "Come up here." She obeyed, shifting so that her wetness was against my mouth. Laura watched from the side of the bed, her eyes taking in everything we were doing.

I began to tongue Amy, and use my palms on her breasts and hard nipples, and soon she was gasping and shuddering as she climaxed against my mouth.

"Well," I said, "I hope I gave satisfaction, you two."

"Only one thing left," said Amy, "or maybe two." She nodded at Laura, who rolled over so her head was by my chest. Amy took up a position on the other side of me, and both girls simultaneously began to tongue and kiss the nipple nearest them.

"Ohh, this is heavenly," I said, gasping. I put one arm around each of the girls and caressed them.

After only a short while I said, "Gosh, I could let you do this for hours, but I think I really need to release."

Amy looked across my chest at Laura and said almost wistfully, "Well, I did promise, didn't I?"

"There'll be another time," said Laura. Amy nodded, and Laura got up, moving across and taking up the position with her hips over me that Amy had occupied a few minutes before. Amy knelt above my head, and leaned over to begin again to kiss and suckle both my nipples; I took the offered opportunity to lightly touch her breasts again with my tongue.

"Goodness," said Amy, "I think I could go again."

"Hold that thought," said Laura, and Amy watched as Laura guided my erect penis inside her. Then Laura started to slowly flex her hips, and Amy resumed her attentions to my chest. Before very long I was gasping with pleasure, and almost reluctantly I managed to say, "I'm there," as I spent myself inside Laura. She sighed with delight as she felt me come, and then lowered her hips so that I was still penetrating her deeply.

"Phew," said Amy, "that was hot. Now, Tim, you think you're up to helping me again?"

Before I could answer, Laura said, "Don't worry, Tim, you look like you need a rest. I'll help, Amy."

After the afternoon's turn of events I hadn't thought anything could possibly surprise Amy, but her face was a picture. Obviously this wasn't something she and Laura had discussed. I waited to see how she'd deal with this.

"I'm not..." she began.

"Me neither," Laura answered her implied meaning. "But when there's the three of us, it seems so obvious. Anyway, you already helped me most of the way the first time."

Amy grinned. "Heck, why not?" she said. "Tim's good, but I bet it'll be different with you – you'll know exactly how it ought to feel."

She stretched out on the bed, and it was my turn to shift to the side as Laura bent her head between Amy's legs, darting her pink tongue out to Amy's most sensitive spot. After only a few moments, Amy's body arched and she cried out with pleasure. I hoped everyone on Laura's corridor was away for the vacation.

Then Laura moved up and held Amy as her breathing once more slowed; I rolled over and put my arm round both of them.

We lay like that for a few minutes, then Amy said, "Think it's time we got ourselves back together and made for home – the shops will be closing soon."

I lay on the bed and watched as both girls dressed, then pulled on my own clothes.

As Laura was going to open the door, I said, "Girls? Thanks so much for an amazing Christmas present."

They both grinned, and we squeezed back into the elevator for the trip back to the ground floor.

When we arrived home, Pam was making dinner. "Good trip to the shops?" she said. "Yes, thanks," chorused Amy and Laura. "We'll show you some of our things after dinner," said Amy.

"That'd be nice," said Pam.

The rest of the day went more or less normally – Pam admired the clothes that Laura and Amy showed her – and we all went to bed fairly early.

The next day we sat at breakfast and discussed what we would do with the day.

"I need to work on my canvas," said Laura, "so could I have the dining room to myself?"

"Sure," said Pam. "Amy, I guess you're not allowed to watch either, so what would you like to do?"

"I know this sounds boring," she said, "but I think I'd like to do some preparation with Tim for my placement. We'll have to find somewhere else to work, though."

"You could use the table in the extension," Pam suggested. "I'd planned to pop over and see Sally and John sometime over the break, so I can do that today and you can get on."

I helped Amy carry her books from the dining room into the extension, then Laura said firmly, "No peeking," and closed the dining room door.

Pam left for Sally's shortly after, and Amy grinned at me. "Alone again, finally," she said.

"Laura's still around," I reminded her.

"I'd be surprised if she even remembered to come out for lunch once she's in the zone," Amy grinned. "I'll leave a note outside the door reminding her where the fridge is!"

We went through to the extension and I said, "So, you want me to start filling you in on the business?"

Amy grinned. "Well," she said, "maybe later. Right now there's something else I'd like that sounds a bit like it."

"Naughty!" I pretended to scold her. She stuck her tongue out at me and before she pulled it back in I managed to kiss it on the tip.

"Mmm, that's different," she said. "Now, I hope Laura and I haven't spoilt you – I won't be able to manage everything she and I did for you, by myself."




Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 08



I put my arms round her. "Amy, that was a great treat, but believe me, you're quite enough woman for me all by yourself."

She dimpled. "You say the nicest things."

She gently pulled out of my arms and started to unbutton her blouse. I watched, mesmerised, as once more she undressed for me, standing in front of me totally unclothed.

"Now you," she urged.

I removed my clothes and again stood facing her. "I have an idea," I said. "Something we haven't tried yet."

She grinned. "I knew you'd think of something."

I sat down on one of the loungers, leaning back, and said, "Now, slide over me and put me inside you."

She did so, her face taking on a dreamy expression as I penetrated her deeply. "But we've done this, or something very like it," she said.

I sat up. "Put your arms round my neck." She did so, and gasped in surprise as I put my feet on the floor and stood up, lifting her with me. Without even thinking, she wrapped her legs around me and kept me inside her.

"Mmm," she said, "I like."

"There's more," I said. I walked with her in my arms over to the pool and down the shallow steps. As we entered the water, it buoyed her up, and she gasped again as I was able to move easily within her.

"Ohh, yes," she said. I began to move more urgently, and she closed her eyes and gave a small moan each time I reached my full depth in her. I felt her fingers digging into my back – I remembered the last time she had done that – and she tilted her head back. I approached my climax, and as I began to spurt inside her, she reached her own orgasm, gasping as I continued to move in her until I was spent.

After a while, she unwrapped her legs from me, and I slipped out of her. She stood in the water, and we embraced tightly.

"Do you think there are more things left to try?" she asked, grinning.

"Well," I said, "If we start to run out of ideas, we can always try a book."

"Don't think making love to a book would really do it for me," she teased.

"You know what I mean, silly," I said, kissing her again.

I led her up out of the water. "Now, what about some lunch? Shall we rescue Laura?"

"Perhaps we should get dressed again," she suggested. "Laura wouldn't mind particularly, but I don't want to rub it in that we've made the most of our morning, so to speak."

Laura emerged from the dining room in response to my knock. Her hair was tousled and she had a streak of paint down one cheek.

"How's it going?" asked Amy.

"Getting there," Laura said. "More work on it tomorrow. Maybe let you look the next day."

I made us sandwiches for lunch. Laura ate distractedly, and when I said that Amy and I would go and start work again, she just nodded and vanished back into the dining room.

"Wow, she's really into it," I said. Amy nodded.

"Well, we'd better get cracking," I said.

When Pam returned, she came into the extension. Amy and I were surrounded by books and hand-scribbled diagrams; Amy got up to hug Pam, and burbled enthusiastically about org charts and objectives, annual operating plans and cash management.

"I'm impressed," said Pam. "Sounds like you've got a real flair for this."

"She'll do well," I confirmed. "Did you see Laura on the way in?"

"Well," grinned Pam, "there was an apparition with streaks of paint on her face and in her hair, so I think that must have been her."

Amy and I looked at each other in mock horror. "She wasn't that bad at lunchtime," I said. "We made sure she ate something."

"I threw in a rag and some turps," laughed Pam, "so hopefully she'll get most of it off."

We went back through to the house, and found Laura sitting in the living room in clean clothes and with only one or two traces of paint in hard-to-reach spots.

"What?" she said, suppressing a giggle. "Did I frighten you, Pam?"

"Not really," said Pam. "I'll make us a proper dinner, shall I?"



Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 09



As we ate, we discussed plans for the following day. Laura was determined to finish her canvas, and Amy wanted to carry on picking my brains to get ready for her placement.

"I'm sorry, Pam," I said. "Tell you what, the day after tomorrow, all studying, painting, seriousness of any kind is banned. We'll all go out somewhere for the day, then I'll bribe these two to go out to the cinema for the evening and you and I can have the place to ourselves."

Amy and Laura pantomimed knowing expressions. "That's enough, you two," said Pam, smiling. "We did have a life before you two girls gatecrashed, you know."

After breakfast the next day, Laura disappeared back into the dining room, while Amy and I went through to the extension and picked up where we'd left off the previous day, working steadily all morning. Pam made us all sandwiches for lunch; she was careful to let Laura take her plate at the dining room door, so as not to risk catching an unintended glimpse of Laura's canvas.

When Pam came back through to the extension to collect our plates, she said, "I think I'll pop into town myself this afternoon, have a look round. Perhaps I'll find something to go with that lovely necklace, Tim."

"Great idea," I said. "Might it have something to do with tomorrow night, by any chance?"

"Could just be," said Pam smiling. She left, and we heard the car door shut and Pam drive away.

"Ready for a break?" asked Amy, her face giving away what she had in mind.

"Definitely," I replied. "How about upstairs?"

Amy nodded. "Can I go up first, though?" she asked.

"Of course. How long shall I wait?"

"Mmm, count to.... two hundred, slowly," she said.

"Gosh, that's quite a long time. You could have hidden anywhere by the time I finish."

"Oh, I don't think you'll have any trouble finding me," she said, her voice already full of promise.

She walked back through to the house, and I started to count.

"A hundred and ninety-eight, a hundred and ninety-nine, two hundred." I was tempted to call "Coming ready or not!" but I decided it would distract Laura.

I climbed the stairs, and first looked in the girls' room. No sign of Amy. I checked the bathroom, but it was empty. I went into the master bedroom, but the bed was disappointingly vacant. Then I realised that I could hear the sound of running water from the en suite bathroom. I walked over and looked round the doorway. The generously-sized corner bath was filling, and Amy stood, unclothed, with one foot on the raised side of the bath.

"Mmm," I said. "Leonardo missed a great subject by being born too early to sketch you."

Amy dimpled. "Flattery will get you everywhere," she said.

"I'm hoping so," I said. "Looks like the water's deep enough now."

Amy nodded and turned the taps off. "You first," she said. I quickly undressed, then stepped into the bath and lowered myself onto the submerged seating. Amy followed, sitting opposite me and stretching her legs out.

"Remember the first time you ever turned me on, in the hot tub at Mum's house?" she asked. "Actually, that's not really true – you turned me on before that without even knowing it."

"Really?" I said. "Tell me more."

"It was the previous summer – you and Pam had come to visit – and I was just beginning to recognise what being aroused felt like. When you came through the door, before you even got near me, I felt it, then you came over and gave me a hug, squeezing my breasts right against your chest. I'm sure you did it just to be friendly, but I'm still surprised you couldn't tell that I was suddenly very turned on indeed."

"I had no idea," I confessed.

"I couldn't talk to Mum or Sally about it, so I just wrote in my diary."

"Hmm, that'd make interesting reading," I said. "Will you show me?"

Amy went even pinker than the warm water had already made her. "Maybe," she replied. I wondered if her embarrassment was related to what she'd written about me, or whether she'd recorded other thoughts and fantasies.

"Anyway," she said, "when you visited last Christmas I'd already decided that I'd risk showing you how I felt."

"Well, now you know some of my previous story, you'll understand why I didn't put up any resistance," I grinned.

"I was so relieved when you weren't angry with me," admitted Amy. "And then when we got in the hot tub, I was wondering how we were actually going to start – how I could get you to begin touching me without it seeming contrived. Your way was perfect."

"I'm glad," I said. I stretched out a foot and touched her ankle.

She smiled. "Nothing wrong with using a tried and tested solution."

"Of course, variety can be helpful too," I said. I reached for a bottle on the side of the bath, and put a little liquid onto my fingers. I reached over to her and gently slid my soapy fingertips over her breasts and onto her nipples.

She gasped, and said, "Mmm, you're right."

I caressed her leg with my foot, and continued to touch her breasts, sometimes using my hands to cup them and rub the slippery soap over them, then gently bringing my fingers together till both her nipples were sliding through my fingertips.

"I think I want you in me now," she said.

"OK," I said. "Turn round." She shifted position, kneeling on the wide submerged shelf with her back to me and parting her legs to give me full access. I stood, my hips level with her, and positioned my tip at her entrance.

"Mmm," she said. "Enter me."

I slid myself into her, penetrating her as deeply as I could. Then I stroked her back with my still-soapy hands.

"Move in me," she begged, her voice taking on the throaty quality I knew meant she was extremely aroused.

I started to slowly withdraw then thrust again, my hands now holding her hips in a gentle grip.

She started to gasp, and I moved more quickly.

"Do you and Pam do it this way?" she managed.

"Sometimes," I said. "Would you like to watch us again?"

"I'd... like... tha..." she tried to say, then "Ohhhhh!," she climaxed, her muscles rippling around me, triggering my own orgasm, and I used my hands on her hips to draw us together, penetrating her as fully as I could while spurting into her depths.

I withdrew from her, and drew her into my lap as I sat down again in the water. She put her arms around me, and we sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes.

"I think the water's going a little cold," she said.

"Hmm, we'd better get out," I agreed. "Probably Pam will be back in a bit."

We dressed, and were back in the extension, me drawing flowcharts rapidly and Amy making notes, when Pam returned.

"Still at it, you two?" she said. "Laura was just cleaning her brushes, I assume that's a good sign."

"Must be," said Amy. "Let's go through and see if she's ready to reveal all."

Laura was in the kitchen putting her damp brushes tidily away in their case when we went back into the house.

"Hi," she said. "Do you want to see?"

"Is it really finished?" said Amy. In answer, Laura walked to the dining room door and pushed it open. "Go in and look," she invited.

Amy was first in, and Pam and I followed. Laura had positioned the easel so that her canvas was illuminated by one of the ceiling spots, and all three of us stopped in our tracks as our eyes fell on the picture.

As I'd anticipated, the image was of a girl, nude, reclining. The viewpoint was from behind her right shoulder, so her face was not seen. In front of her, almost as though she floated above it, was an azure sea, strangely lit, not warm or tropical, but not stormy or forbidding either; simply calm. Above her, a blue sky at the horizon, fading to darkness above – not the velvet of space, but a flat, almost dull black.

There was nothing soft or sentimental about the picture, every line was sharp, the light somehow penetrating, the colours bright. It was totally realistic in one sense, yet utterly unworldly.

Though the girl's face was not shown, somehow the way she was depicted conveyed a profound impression; she was an unfallen Eve, and Mary face to face with the angel, and yet – to Tim's eyes – unmistakeably also Amy herself. Although the girl was unclothed, there was nothing erotic about the painting.

We stood transfixed, as though time had stood still. Then, as if waking from a dream, I said, "Laura, that's remarkable. I can see where you got at least part of your inspiration from." Laura nodded.

Amy looked puzzled, and Pam said, "I'll show you later – I have an art book with the picture in that Tim has in mind."

"Does it have a title, Laura?" Pam continued.

Laura thought for a while, and shook her head. "Not yet," she replied.

"Your show is the day after tomorrow, isn't it?" asked Amy.

"That's right," said Laura.

"Are you all prepared?" enquired Pam.

"I am now," smiled Laura. "This was the last piece, and the centre of my show."

"Great," said Pam. "Well, let's have something to eat, and we can talk about where we want to go tomorrow."

She made spaghetti bolognese, and we sat down at the dining table, occasionally looking over at Laura's now-uncovered canvas, picking out features we'd not noticed at first glance.

"How about something really simple tomorrow, like a long walk in the country with a stop at a pub?" suggested Pam.

"Sounds great," said Amy. Laura nodded.

"Settled, then," I said. "I'll look at the map and work out something not too strenuous, with somewhere to have lunch about half way."

We all went to bed early; Amy and Laura disappeared into their room, and Pam and I went through to our en suite.

"Want a bath?" I asked Pam. She nodded. I started the water running as Pam undressed and sat in the corner bath, the water rising up her legs and then past her thighs to her waist. As the water lapped at the bottom of her breasts, I climbed in opposite her and watched her soap herself, her hands running over her breasts and nipples, then down over her stomach and between her legs.

She followed the direction of my eyes, and said, smiling, "Remember, your surprise is not till tomorrow night."

"I might die of frustration before then if you keep doing that," I said.

"Wups, sorry," she said. She rinsed, then stood up, dripping, and got out of the bath to dry. I followed her, and held her close for a moment, body to body, skin to skin, then released her. She lay down in the bed, and I lay beside her.

"Till tomorrow then," I said.

"Tomorrow," she said, with a note of promise in her voice.

I reached for the light switch, then pulled the duvet over us and we slept.

In the morning the girls were ready early, in jeans, sweaters, and woolly hats, carrying their walking boots and a rucksack each. We had a quick breakfast, then all got in the car for the drive to the starting point of our walk. The day was cold, but clear, and when we left the car park the frosty grass crunched under our feet. We made good time, and the bar staff were only just putting out the menus when we arrived at the pub I'd selected.

We had a good lunch and a couple of drinks each, and took the afternoon's walk at a slower pace to begin with. Our route took us through a wooded valley, and after a short while Amy said, "Oops, I really need to pee. I'll nip behind a bush. Uncle Tim, will you stay on the path and warn me if anyone comes?"

Laura and Pam walked on ahead, chatting, and Amy took a few steps off the path. Instead of going out of sight behind the bushes as I'd anticipated, she stopped where I could see her, and did what she needed to do, looking at me with a conspiratorial smile on her face. Then she walked back to me, and glancing up the path to make sure Laura and Pam were out of sight, kissed me briefly on the lips. "Miss you," she said. I nodded.

We caught Pam and Laura up after a few minutes. "OK now?" asked Pam. "Definitely," nodded Amy.

When we reached the car, I could tell that the girls were beginning to tire. "Bet you're bushed, Laura," I said.

She nodded. "In a good way, though. I enjoyed today, it took my mind off being nervous about the show."

I drove us home, and said, "OK, girls. When you're ready, here's some money to go out – you can tell us about the film when you get back."

Amy and Laura quickly changed, and were gone.

"Now," said Pam, "for your surprise. Give me fifteen minutes, then come up."

She went up the stairs, and I went into the dining room. I looked at Laura's picture of Amy for a few minutes in silence. Then I turned to climb the stairs to where I knew my wife would be waiting for me.

Pam was standing by the window, her back to me, wearing a simple but sexy black dress. The back of the dress was cut low, and she had put her hair up, so I could see the chain of her new necklace.

She turned to me as I entered the room and I saw the diamonds sparkling at her throat. I moved toward her and she came into my arms. I kissed her on the lips and she responded warmly.

"Now for the surprise," she said. "Unzip my dress, it fastens at the front."

I slowly lowered the zip, and as the dress drew apart, it revealed the curves of Pam's bare breasts. "Now that is a nice surprise," I said. I bent to kiss each breast. Pam made a low sound of appreciation, and shrugged the dress off her shoulders. The garment slid to the floor, and she stepped out of it.

She moved over to the bed, and lay down on her side, one leg bent to open herself to me. "Come over here and show me how much you like your surprise," she said. I went to her, quickly undressing, and lay down beside her.

I bent to take one nipple in my mouth. She closed her eyes and made a low moan of pleasure. I moved one hand between her legs and started to touch her; she was already very wet.

"Move round behind me," she asked huskily. I complied, and she shifted position, remaining on her side and drawing her legs towards her body so that her opening was fully accessible to me from behind. I put the tip of my penis against her entrance. "Mmm, in me," she said. I flexed my hips, and was deep in her. She gasped.

I began to move in her, and reached my hand around to stroke her breasts and nipples. She began to moan quietly, and reached her arm round behind her to stroke my thigh as my hips thrust against her.

"I'm so close," she whispered. I moved more rapidly, and suddenly she cried out. I felt her muscles ripple around my penis, and climaxed almost immediately myself, releasing into her.

Her panting gradually slowed, and she pushed her hips back against me as I wrapped my arms around her to hold her close.

"Nice surprise for me too," she said. I turned out the light, and soon I could tell by her breathing that she was asleep.

I lay awake for a while, and eventually heard the front door open and close quietly, and whispered voices coming up the stairs, then silence again. I drifted off to sleep.

Early the next morning I helped Laura get her picture into Amy's car, and they set off to prepare for the show. Pam and I had a leisurely breakfast, then I drove us to the Art School on the campus to meet the girls, and to see all of the pieces that year's students were showing.

The space Laura had been assigned was perfect, and seeing her canvas hung on a gallery wall, looking at it from a distance, I realised afresh what a brilliant piece it was. Amy came and stood beside me.

"It makes me feel quite humble, knowing that there's at least something of me in that," she said.

Her face fell. "Part of the point of the exhibition is for people to be able to buy the paintings," she said. "What if someone wants to buy Laura's picture?"

At that moment Laura arrived, looking absolutely in her element. She must have caught Amy's words, because she grinned and said, "Don't worry about that. The picture is a gift to you and your uncle and aunt."

I watched Amy's face as she realised what Laura was saying. Tears brimmed in her eyes, and she took Laura's hand, pressing her friend's fingers almost painfully. "Thanks, Laura," she whispered.

"Gosh, Laura, I don't know what to say," I managed.

"How about, 'Let me get you some lunch'?" she grinned. "The show's finished now, and I'll come back later to pack up. But we'll take the picture with us if that's OK – I can't wait to see it hanging at your place."

I looked around for Pam; she was admiring an abstract sculpture on the other side of the gallery. I waved her over and explained about the painting. She thanked Laura warmly.

"I'm going to treat us to lunch," I said.

"Great," Pam replied. "How about your favourite Italian place in town?"

A concerned look flashed across Amy's face, but I grinned. "Perfect," I said.

We made sure the gallery would be secure, then carefully put Laura's picture in the boot and got in the car for the short drive into town. As I opened the door to the restaurant, Mario looked up and smiled broadly. "Three lovely ladies today," he said in Italian. I grinned.

We had an excellent meal, then drove home. I went into the garage and found the items I'd need to hang the picture. Pam was in the dining room with Amy and Laura trying to decide the best location for it.

"Here," said Pam, pointing to the longest wall. "It needs as much space to itself as we can give it."

I nailed up the hooks, and carefully lifted the picture onto them, levelling it.

"Perfect," said Amy.

Laura nodded. Then her face showed a sudden recollection. "Hey, Amy," she said, "isn't your car still on campus?"

"Oops," said Amy, "we came back in Tim's car, didn't we. Laura, if Tim takes you up there, would you mind driving the Mini back for me?"

"Sure, if Tim doesn't mind taking me," said Laura. I thought I detected a message passing between the two girls, and decided to go along with whatever they had cooked up between them this time.

"No problem," I said. "Come on, Laura."

Amy handed Laura her car key, Laura and I got back in my car for the drive back to campus. When I got to the turning for the Art School, Laura said, "Can we pop up to my hall room first?"

I remembered the last time I'd been in Laura's room, and began to wonder what I might be in for. I drove the car to the hall of residence, and parked. We walked through the door, and pressed the lift call button. The lift arrived, and we got in.

As soon as the lift doors closed, Laura was in my arms, trembling and kissing me. Then she broke off. "You don't mind, do you, Tim?"

"Not at all," I said. "I take it Amy is OK with this?"

She grinned. "Absolutely."

The lift doors opened again, and she pulled me down the corridor to her room. She closed the door behind us, and again kissed me, her fingers deftly undoing my shirt buttons. She slid my shirt from my shoulders, and ran her hands over my chest, then bent to kiss my nipples.

"Mmm," I said, "I remember you were good at this." She smiled against my skin, and moved her tongue against my nipple.

I gasped, and said, "Or were you holding back last time?"

Her voice was amused. "Just different," she said.

She unfastened my belt and took off my jeans and boxer shorts, then knelt to kiss my already-erect penis. Then she stood, and I watched her as she unbuttoned the crisp white blouse she'd worn for her art show, and unzipped her skirt. She stood before me in a lacy white bra and matching panties, her blonde hair loose.

I paused, enjoying both the solemnity of the moment and the anticipation, then slowly reached behind her and unfastened her bra, releasing her breasts as Amy had done the previous time. Then I gently pulled down Laura's panties, and she was naked before me.

"If I could paint, I'd love to do a picture of you," I said.

"Perhaps I'll do a self-portrait to hang on the opposite wall to the one of Amy," she mused, her gaze becoming thoughtful.

I leaned over to kiss her firmly on the lips. "I know what you're like – don't zone out on me now," I smiled. "Plenty of time for painting, I'll make sure of it."




Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 09



Suddenly her attention was fully with me again. She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her breasts – smaller than Amy's but perfect for her petite figure – against my chest so I could feel the hardness of her nipples.

"Can I sit on you?" she asked.

"Definitely," I answered. She released me, and I lay down on her bed, my arms behind my head. She climbed on top of me, and I felt her wetness pressing against my erection as she slid her clitoris on me.

"Ohh," she said, "I could come like this." I reached out for her breasts and said, "Go for it – whatever you want." She moved more quickly, and began to gasp as my fingers and palms brushed her nipples. I gently flexed my hips under her, and she pushed urgently against my hardness, moaning as an obvious climax engulfed her.

Then without pausing, she slid up my body so that her entrance was against my mouth. "Again," she whispered and I needed no persuading, my tongue seeking out her clitoris and almost immediately pushing her over the edge into another climax.

She rolled off me, and knelt on the bed, her legs open. "Please, now," she pleaded. I moved behind her and entered her, penetrating her deeply. Her orgasm against my penis had already brought me much of the way toward my climax, but as I started to move within her, almost before I could finish, she was shaking with pleasure again, and I climaxed inside her, groaning as I spurted into her.

"Wow," I said, "goodness, Laura."

She took a deep breath. "Thanks, Tim. I think I need making love to more often."

"Well," I said, "If you and Amy are as ingenious at creating opportunities as this, we should manage all right."

She grinned, and began to pull her clothes on. "Better get back," she said.

We both dressed, and I drove home following her in Amy's Mini.

"Thought you'd got lost," teased Pam as we arrived.

"We stopped off at the campus to take a few things down," Laura said. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Amy failing to suppress a broad grin.

We spent the rest of the day relaxing, reading, watching a film on TV.

"Now, Amy," I said as the film finished. "Doesn't your placement start tomorrow?"

"That's right," she nodded.

"Better get an early night, then – we need to be at the office bright and early, and once things get going you'll hardly have time to catch your breath."

"OK," she said. "I can see you're going to be a real slave-driver." She stuck out her tongue at me and winked at Pam and Laura. "Night, all."

"I'll turn in too," said Laura. She followed Amy up the stairs, and their door closed.

Pam and I chatted for a while, then we headed for bed. "I'd better let you go to sleep," she said. I nodded, and kissed her, then set the alarm for six a.m. and put the light out.

In the morning, Pam and I showered, then both dressed for work. When we got downstairs, Laura was sitting at the table in a long t-shirt, yawning.

"Where's Amy?" I asked.

"Nearly ready," she said.

Just then I heard footsteps on the stairs and turned. I barely recognised the young woman I saw walking towards me. Amy wore a dark-coloured tailored jacket and matching skirt, with low heels. Her hair was immaculately brushed, and held with a plain silver clasp. She carried a leather briefcase in one hand.

"Gosh, Amy," I said. "You really look the part."

"Hopefully it's not just skin deep," she said. "I really did listen to all those things you told me when we studied over the break."

"You'll be fine," I said reassuringly. "Now, have some breakfast."

"I don't really have much appetite," she said. But she managed some cereal and coffee.

"Better get going," I said. I kissed Pam, and gave Laura a hug, then Amy and I went out to the car. She got in the passenger seat, resting her case in her lap. I got in, and we set off on the short commute to my office.

When we arrived, I introduced Amy to the security guard – the reception team weren't in yet – and he handed her the identity card I'd arranged for her. She looked at it.

"Not a bad photo," she said. "Did Mum give you that?"

I nodded. "Now, let's get you to your desk."

The office was open-plan, and I'd arranged for Amy to have a desk near to mine. She put her briefcase down, and sat in the desk chair, swivelling experimentally.

"Here's the timetable for your first week," I said, handing her a sheet of paper. "Today you have the whole day with Oscar, who's one of my team."

"Is he cute?" asked Amy, smiling.

I was suddenly serious. "Amy – darling – you know, don't you, that any time you want to start a relationship with someone else, you only need to say, and I'll let you go."

She was suddenly in my arms – there was still no-one else in the office – and holding me tight. "Tim," she said, her voice betraying her emotions, "thank you for being so considerate – but believe me, what you and I have matters to me, a lot. I might look at the younger guys, but I need you."

I nodded, unable to find words to reply. Just then we both heard the 'beep' of the swipe card reader on the door, and Amy quickly returned to her chair.

The new arrival was Oscar, and I introduced him to Amy and said, "Well, I'll leave you two to get started. Oscar, you know what you need to cover; give me a shout if you need anything. Amy, we'll break for lunch around twelve."

I went back to my desk and got started on my own work, as Oscar began to guide Amy through some of the systems and information on which the company depended for its operation.

Twelve o'clock soon came, and I took Amy down to the staff restaurant and bought her lunch. "How's it going?" I asked.

Amy looked a little dazed. "It's fascinating," she said, "and Oscar's a very bright guy. I think my brain is working harder than it ever has, trying to take in all this information."

"OK," I said. "I expected that – I've deliberately given you a lot to cover to stretch you and see how you cope. But we'll get away on time, and Pam will have made us something good to eat – then you can switch off and we'll all watch a film or something."

When we'd finished lunch, we went back upstairs and I handed Amy back over to Oscar. I had meetings in the afternoon, but wound up the last one promptly at five. I returned to Amy's desk to find her sitting in front of her computer screen. "Oscar had to go off to sort something out," she said, "but he got me the passwords for one of the programs and gave me a task to try. I think I've cracked it."

I looked over her shoulder at the figures displayed. "Spot on," I said. "Well done. Now, let's go and see what Pam's got for us."

We drove home, Amy obviously tired but pleased with the way her first day had gone. When we got home, Pam greeted us at the door, and I said, "Wow, something smells good."

We sat down to eat practically straight away, and Amy tried to explain to Pam and Laura what she'd been doing. Pam grinned. "I think you're hooked," she said.

"How about you two?" I said. Pam's face took on an expression I knew meant she had something to tell me.

"Laura and I have been talking," she said, "She wondered if it would be OK for her to move in here more permanently – we've all got along so well over Christmas, and it would save her the rent on her room on campus."

"I'd contribute to things here, of course," said Laura.

Amy couldn't contain her excitement. "We could redecorate our room, get some different furniture," she said. "You wouldn't mind the far end of the dining room still being a bit of a studio, would you, Tim?"

"I think it's a great idea," I said. "We'll get some paint and paper samples at the weekend, and you can look through furniture catalogues."

Amy suddenly yawned, and said, "Gosh, I feel absolutely wiped. Would it be rude if I went to bed?"

"No," I chuckled. "I won't be far behind – these long days at work take it out of me too."

The rest of the week flashed by, Amy and I leaving for the office early. I could tell she was tiring, but she showed dogged determination to keep concentrating and learning from what my team were showing her. It got to Friday night, and as usual Amy went to bed almost as soon as we finished eating.

"Don't forget to turn your alarm off," I said as she walked up the stairs yawning.

The next morning, Pam and I had finished breakfast and were doing various chores around the house, when Laura and Amy came down the stairs. Amy looked refreshed and relaxed, and she and Laura were full of talk about shades of paint and matching fabrics.

"It'll be really great having Laura help decorate," said Amy. "She has a real eye for colour and pattern, I think we'll come up with something really nice."

When the girls had had something to eat, we all got in the car and I drove us to the retail park. Laura and Amy pored over the colour charts, and had great fun watching the assistant using the paint mixing machine to produce the shades they'd selected for the various walls and the woodwork. They filled a trolley with paper, brushes, packets of paste, and we managed to fit everything in the boot.

"We haven't got the curtains and stuff yet, but we can choose those when we've got the decorating done," explained Laura.

We got home and had a scratch lunch, then Pam and I helped the girls take everything out of Amy's room and get started with the decorating. They made good progress, but as it started to go dark Laura said, "Hmm, I don't think we'll get this done today. Will it be OK if we sleep in the extension, then finish tomorrow and move things back?"

"Sure," I said. They finished the first coat of each colour, then went to shower away the paint and dust, and change out of their working clothes. Pam made dinner, and we sat talking.

"When do you have to start back on campus?" I asked Laura.

"Next week," she replied. "Amy's on placement still, isn't she?"

"That's OK," said Amy. "Tim's driving me to work, so you can have the Mini."

Laura grinned. "Wow, thanks, Amy."

"Do you have another show at the end of this term?" asked Pam.

"That's right," said Laura. "And I already have a good idea what the centrepiece will be."

I remembered what she'd said about a self-portrait, and wondered exactly how the sitting for that would work, and what style she would choose for the picture.

When dinner was over the girls went through to the extension with armfuls of bedding.

"Go and make sure they're all right," suggested Pam after a while.

I went into the extension to find that Amy and Laura had pulled together a couple of couches into a makeshift bed and were already undressed and under the duvet chatting.

"You two look as though you're doing fine," I said.

Amy nodded. "Come and give us a goodnight kiss," she said.

I went over and bent down to kiss her lightly, but as our lips met she put her hand behind my head and the kiss deepened, Amy's mouth moving almost hungrily on mine. She released me reluctantly. "Thanks for this week, and for our room, and everything," she said.

"You're welcome," I said. I leaned over Amy to kiss Laura; this time it was me who ensured that she wouldn't feel short-changed by the kiss. Amy watched, smiling. The duvet had slipped down, revealing her naked breasts, and I could see that her nipples had hardened.

"That really turns me on," she said. "Pity you have to go."

I hesitated for a moment, then said, "But you two get to spend all night together – couldn't you...?"

Laura smiled and said almost sadly, "I wish we could. We've thought about it, but there's just something missing, something that doesn't work without you."

"Well, here's an idea," I said. "I'll treat Pam to a pamper trip next weekend – she likes those, and she certainly deserves one, looking after us – and the three of us can have some time together."

Laura looked delighted. "You mean we would get to be together all night?"

"Definitely," I grinned. "Better ask Amy if I snore, though."

The next day the girls finished the decorating, and when the paint was dry we moved everything back in.

"It's lovely," said Pam. "We can do the curtains and such next weekend?"

"Might have to delay that a little bit," I said. "I thought I'd treat you, give you a day and night at the spa."

"Well, if the girls don't mind waiting a little longer to have everything finished...?"

"Don't worry about us," chipped in Amy. "We're having lots of fun looking at different catalogues."

"Well, OK. Thanks, Tim." And Pam kissed me warmly.

Amy seemed to be getting used to the pace of work, so she wasn't quite as exhausted for the second week of her placement. She came with me to a couple of meetings, and I was immensely pleased when she made an occasional suggestion or comment that showed she had really grasped things and was thinking of good ideas to contribute.

Laura drove Amy's Mini to campus every day, and soon the corner of the dining room that functioned as her studio started to fill with sketches for her next show.

Saturday morning came, and we waved Pam off to her spa trip. "Now, what shall we do first?" I asked.

"Laura would like us to help her with her main canvas for the next show," said Amy.

"Sure," I said. "What do you need, Laura?"

"Amy says you have a Polaroid camera," she replied. "Do you have any film for it?"

"Definitely," I said. "Has Amy shown you the pictures I took of her when we got back from the ballet?"

"You bet," said Laura. "I liked them a lot."

I fetched the camera, and we went through into the extension.

"Do you know what style your new painting will be yet?" asked Amy.

"'Fraid you'll have to wait and see, like last time," said Laura. She undressed, and said, "Tim, just snap away when you want." She walked around the room, pausing to take up various poses – standing, sitting, bending gracefully, then sprawled out on one of the loungers.

Then she slowly walked down the shallow steps into the pool, stopping each time the water rose up her body, and finally swam to the other end, pulling herself out on the side and sitting with her legs dangling in the water.

"OK," I said, "that's all of that film cartridge used."

Amy took a towel over to Laura and helped her dry, then the two returned to me and looked at the images I'd captured.

"That's great, Tim," said Laura. "Those will give me just what I need for my canvas."

"Now," said Amy, "I think we have some unfinished business." She'd brought the bedding back down from their room, and she and Laura quickly reassembled the couches into the makeshift bed they'd used the previous weekend.

"We can save the bed upstairs for tonight," Amy explained. She undressed, and she and Laura lay down and pulled the duvet over them, recreating the previous weekend's scene.

This time I undressed too, and walked over to them. Amy's face was already turned upwards, her eyes closed, expecting to be kissed. I bend down, and our lips met. Again she pulled me towards her hungrily and I knelt by her.

I reluctantly pulled away, and leaned across Amy, gently sliding my chest over her breasts, to kiss Laura.

"Slide in between the two of us," requested Amy, and I complied. She rolled over toward me, her breasts soft against me, and Laura did the same from the other side.

"Mmm," I said. "This feels marvellous."

We lay like that for a while, then Amy said, "Laura, you ready for something else?"

"You bet!" smiled Laura. Amy shifted position so that Laura could kneel over me, her breasts invitingly in front of my face. I began to suckle one nipple, and Amy took the other in her mouth. Laura gasped, and said, "Now I know why Tim likes this so much when we do it, Amy."

Amy smiled against Laura's breast, and slid her hand down over Laura's stomach to touch her between her legs. Meanwhile I reached down to Amy's wetness and began to run my finger over her clitoris. It was obvious from their responses that both girls were moving toward climax, and I wondered which of them would orgasm first. Not surprisingly, given the attention being paid to her breasts, it was Laura, and she cried out as her climax overtook her, Amy continuing to press her hand against Laura's clitoris until her orgasm was complete.

Laura reached out a hand to Amy's breast, and the additional touch, combined with the urgency of my fingers between Amy's legs, pushed Amy over the edge and she climaxed again, gasping.

When both girls had got their breath back, Amy said, "We decided it was your turn again, didn't we, Laura?"

Laura grinned. "But you won't miss out," she said. "Remember my idea?"

Amy nodded. "OK," she said. She shifted position so she was kneeling over me, but facing Laura. I realised that I could reach Amy's entrance with my mouth, even as Laura was guiding my erection into herself.

"Goodness," I said, "this has to be one of the best positions." I started to tongue Amy, as Laura began to flex her hips so I was moving in her. The two girls reached out to touch one another's breasts and to kiss one another.

Amy climaxed first, her body shaking above me, then as the movement of Laura's hips became more insistent on me, I yielded to my own orgasm, spurting into Laura. Amy's hands on Laura's breasts and the feel of me coming inside her tipped Laura over the edge once more and she cried out again as her climax overwhelmed her.

The girls again lay down either side of me, pulling the duvet over us, and I put an arm around each of them, enjoying the feeling of satiation and also the satisfaction of having given my two companions so much pleasure.

We lay comfortably for a long time, then Amy stirred and said, "How about some lunch?"

"I know," I said. "We have all sorts of snacks, bits of cold meat, stuff like that. I'll bring in a tray, and we can nibble while we talk."

I returned with the food, and we sat in a triangle on the makeshift bed. I picked up an olive, and offered it to Laura. She took it from my fingers with her lips, kissing my fingertips as she did so.

"That looks like fun," said Amy. I put an olive to her lips and she took it with a kiss, and so the meal progressed, each of us feeding the others tidbits.

When we'd finished eating, Laura said, "That was really interesting. Actually, it's got me quite turned on again, but I guess we should save something for later – wouldn't want to waste a special night."

"That's OK," said Amy. "Come on, let's try the sauna."

We spent the afternoon relaxing, alternating between the sauna, the pool and the loungers. Amy and Laura made up various games, mostly seeming to involve who could splash the most water about, and I watched them, thinking just how lucky I was.

As it began to get dark, I said, "How about I take you two to dinner somewhere?" Their eyes lit up.

"Mario's is OK for lunch, but I know somewhere a bit more special for an evening out," I continued.

"We'd better dress up, then," said Amy, and she pulled Laura after her back into the house and up the stairs to their room to choose outfits.

I went upstairs and put on an evening suit, then went back down to the living room to wait for them. After about an hour, I heard footsteps on the stairs and looked up.

Amy was wearing her red dress with the pushup bra, and Laura had found something long and elegant in silk. Both had obviously spent time on their hair and makeup.

"You two look divine," I said. "Let's go."

We got in the car and set off out of town. "Don't think I've been this way before," said Amy. I grinned. "You'll see."

In the distance, lights appeared just off the road, and I pulled in to the car park. We walked in to the restaurant, and we were greeted by the maitre'd. He showed us to a table and we started to peruse the menus. The sommelier came over, and I ordered champagne, which arrived in a large silver ice bucket on its own stand. Amy and Laura looked at one another and raised their eyebrows.




Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 09



I raised my glass in a toast, and we clinked our glasses gently before sipping the sparkling wine.

We ordered food, and talked as we ate. "Amy," I said, "I have an idea. Your course allows you to opt for a whole year's sandwich placement if you want, doesn't it?" She nodded.

"How about you spend the whole of the next academic year at the company?" I went on. "You'll get paid a real salary and it'll look great on your CV. And actually, I think some of your ideas are really going to be useful."

Amy beamed. She got to her feet and came round to my chair to hug me.

"That's great," she said. "And that means I'll still be at uni when Laura finishes, so that'll give her a great reason to stay around – you could get a performance year, Laura, is that what they call it?"

Laura nodded, her eyes bright. "Perfect," she said.

We finished our meal and set off on the drive home, the two girls chatting in the back seat. "You need to get me a chauffeur's hat," I joked, opening the car door for them at the house.



Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 10



The door closed behind us, and I said, "Well, girls, ready for bed?"

Amy looked at Laura. "It's still early. Why don't we have coffee and talk for a while?"

The girls went through into the living room while I made coffee. When I came back through with the tray, they were sitting on either end of the sofa, their legs curled up under them. Laura had put some music on quietly in the background.

Amy patted the seat between them. "Plenty of room," she said with a smile.

I took my assigned place, and put an arm round each girl's shoulders. They both snuggled against me, and for a while we enjoyed the closeness and the music.

Then Amy spoke without raising her head. "Laura?"

"Mmm?"

"Tell Tim that story we were making up the other day."

I settled down to listen, and Laura began. "Actually, this story involves all three of us. This is sometime in the nineteen-twenties in America. Tim, you're a rich businessman, and Amy, you're his wife. You live in a big house in New York, but you don't have any children; Amy feels as though she's letting Tim down, and Tim's concerned that he doesn't have a son to leave his fortune to.

"Because you don't have a family, Amy has plenty of time to be on various committees, and one of them is the university scholarship committee, which has responsibility for awarding places to students from overseas to visit the university. I've applied, and something about my file catches Amy's eye. She speaks in my favour when the committee meets, and I'm offered a place.

"So I arrive by Cunarder from England, and Amy is there to meet me with her car and driver. 'Gosh,' I say to her, 'do all the scholarship students get treated like this?' She smiles. 'No, but my husband and I would like to invite you to come and stay with us while you're here.'

"The car drives us out of town and we soon reach the gates to the house. Tim meets us at the door, and the servants are lined up to greet me. We go in, and the housekeeper shows me to my room.

"Because term doesn't start for several weeks, we spend the time playing tennis, going on picnics, swimming. I have a marvellous time, and get to know you really well. I like you both a lot, and I can imagine how great you'd be with children.

"One day Amy takes me aside and says, 'Laura, I want to ask you something. It's really important to Tim and me, and we've come to know you so well over the last few weeks. I know we can trust you, even if you decide you can't help us.'

"I obviously look mystified, and Amy continues, 'You know Tim and I don't have any children. We've consulted the doctors, and they think that it's probably me -- they think everything with Tim is OK. We've wondered about adopting, but it never really appealed to us.'

"'Laura, would you consider -- could you -- helping us to have a baby?'

"For a moment I can't think of any words to answer. Amy says, 'Laura, have I offended you? I'm so sorry.'

"'It's not that,' I say. 'I just had no idea what to expect. Amy, I've listened to you and Tim talking about how much it would mean to you to start a family. It's a big step for me, but I know you'd do everything in your power to make it straightforward.' 

"I take a deep breath, then say, 'I'd love to help.'

"Amy sits down, her face revealing a combination of relief at having plucked up the courage to have the conversation, and joy at my response. 'Really? That's fantastic. I can't wait to tell Tim.'

"'Why don't we surprise him,' I suggest, a hint of mischief in my voice.

"'Great idea,' grinned Amy. 'I know just how to do it.'

"The next night, we're just finishing dinner and Amy says, 'Tim, why don't you and I have an early night?'

"You both go upstairs to the master bedroom, and Amy says to you, 'I have a surprise for you, but you must promise not to peek. Close your eyes until I say.'

"'OK,' Tim replies, and Amy leaves the room. After a few minutes she says to me, 'Now,' and I go in. I'm wearing only a silk dressing gown, tied with a belt.

"I say aloud, 'You can look now,' and Tim opens his eyes.

"'Laura?' he stammers, astonished.

"'I'm the surprise,' I reply. 'Amy told me about her idea, and I agreed.'

"Tim can still hardly believe it, and I give him a reassuring smile. 'I'm fine with it -- Amy has convinced the university committee that I'm spending a year getting experience in your company before I start my scholarship in the business school.'

"'Well,' he says, 'if you're sure.' He gets out of bed -- he's wearing a dressing gown like the one I have on -- and walks over to me. He leans over to kiss me, watching my eyes in case I change my mind. As his lips near mine, I put my hand behind his head and pull him towards me.

"Our lips touch and I close my eyes as he kisses me, tentatively at first then harder. I reach for the belt of my dressing gown and loosen it, then shrug the garment off my shoulders. Then I undo his belt and open the front of his dressing gown, sliding my hands over his chest, then moving one hand down to touch his growing erection.

"His breath catches in his throat, and he says, 'Laura, I think I'm ready, if you are.'

"I smile, and walk past him to the bed, lying down and waiting to receive him. He discards his dressing gown, and positions himself between my legs, the tip of his erection pressing against my entrance. Then he slides smoothly into me.

"I gasp, and he says anxiously, 'Have I hurt you?'

"'No,' I reply, 'just the opposite.' He starts to move in me, and I gasp again each time he penetrates me deeply.

"'I'm nearly there,' he says, then groans as he comes. I feel warmth surge into me from him, and smile.

"'Let's hope that hit the spot,' I say.

"'I'm sorry you didn't quite get there,' Tim says with a note of regret in his voice.

"'Don't worry,' I reply, 'I'm sure there'll be another time.'

"Amy sends me to Tim every night from then on, and she and I count the days in my diary. One day she says, 'Shouldn't it be time for your period by now?'

"'Think so, but nothing's happened.'

"We look at each other for a moment, and then Amy grins broadly. 'I know it's too early to be sure,' she says, 'but I think we're there.' Shortly after, I'm certain, and the three of us go out for a discreet celebration.

"Over the next few weeks, I start to bulge, and Tim and Amy treat me like fragile china. The months pass, and finally I feel the beginnings of birth pains. We go to the hospital, and Tim paces outside the door while Amy holds my hand during the birth.

"My child is a perfect baby boy, and when we get back to the house I hand him to Amy, a little sadly, but knowing that she and Tim will cherish him as the apple of their eye."

Laura stopped, and for a moment we were silent, moved by thinking about even an imaginary family's happiness. Then Laura took a deep breath and said, "It's really strange, but fantasising about getting pregnant really made something tingle in my belly."

"Me too," replied Amy.

"Hey," I said, alarmed. "It's a nice idea, but it would cause all sorts of complications if one of you got knocked up."

"Don't worry, Tim," reassured Laura, "we won't do anything rash. But Amy's right, the story has really got both of us turned on. Let's go upstairs."

The girls both stood, and each of them reached out a hand to me to pull me to my feet.

Amy led the way up the stairs and into her and Laura's bedroom. I stood for a moment admiring the way they'd decorated the room, until Amy tapped me on the shoulder and said teasingly, "Shouldn't you be appreciating something else more than the wallpaper right now?" I grinned, and stuck my tongue out at her, imitating the cheeky gesture she often used to me, especially when Pam was around.

"That's better," she said. "Laura, let's give Tim something worth looking at, shall we."

Laura nodded, and I watched as first she helped Amy out of the red dress, then Amy carefully unzipped Laura's long, elegant silk garment and slipped it off her friend's shoulders.

"You're right," I said as I looked at them both, now clad only in their underwear, "the view here is terrific."

"And about to get better," said Laura. The two girls glanced at each other, then both at the same time gracefully discarded their bras and slipped out of their panties.

"Now, what are Laura and I supposed to look at?" asked Amy, pretending to be cross. She moved over to me and put her hand on my penis, by now erect, through the fabric of my dress trousers. Laura stood behind me and reached round to unfasten my belt and undo my zip, then Amy slid my trousers and boxer shorts down for me to step out of. Then Amy undid my shirt buttons, and Laura slid my shirt off my shoulders.

"That's better," said Amy, and she began to kiss my nipples and stroke my erection with her hand, while Laura rubbed her breasts sensuously against my back and ran her hands over me.

"Mmm, this is very nice, girls, but don't take me too far or you might be disappointed later."

Amy grinned, and released me, turning around and lifting her arms so I could cup her breasts in my hands from behind her, and start to gently use my fingers on her nipples. I fitted my erection between her buttocks, as Laura continued to move against my back, her hard nipples brushing my skin.

"Now, Amy," said Laura, and Amy pulled reluctantly away from my hands, moving over to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Come and lie down, Tim," said Amy. I complied, and Laura knelt over me, her breasts invitingly above my mouth. I took one nipple in my mouth, and she gasped.

"Are you ready, Amy?" she said.

I wondered what she meant, but didn't have to wonder long. Amy knelt behind Laura, her entrance positioned perfectly for me to press my hard tip against her. Amy eased her hips down, and I penetrated her deeply, still concentrating on pleasuring Laura's breasts and nipples.

Then Amy said, "Now, Laura," and slid her hand between Laura's legs from behind, touching her wetness with her fingers and seeking out Laura's clitoris. Laura gasped, and I felt her nipples harden even more against my mouth and fingers.

Amy began to flex her hips, my hardness moving in and out of her, and at the same time Laura's breathing began to come in short gasps as Amy pleasured her. Laura was the first to come, and her breasts shook above me as her body convulsed with pleasure. Then Amy climaxed, pushing herself down onto me so that I penetrated her deeply while her muscles rippled around me. Finally I came with a groan, spurting deep into Amy while Laura watched the expression on my face, fascinated and delighted.

When I was spent, Amy held her position for a while, savouring the feel of me still inside her, then slowly pulled away. She moved to lie down beside me, and Laura rolled onto the other side.

"Wow," I said. "Thanks, girls. Looks like we won't be needing that book for a while, then." Laura looked puzzled, and Amy said, "Tim always says if we run out of ideas about different ways to make love, he'll go out and buy a book."

Laura said, "Well, there's at least one I know you two have tried that I haven't."

"What's that one?" I asked.

"Amy told me about the fantasy she made up about being on the ocean liner, and that you'd tried what she fantasised."

"Well, if you're sure, Laura," I said. "It isn't everyone's cup of tea."

"I'd like to try it once," she said, "and even if I don't like exactly what Amy described, it's a sensitive place and I bet there's a way of being touched there that I'll like."

"Well, we can easily give that a try when you're feeling ready again," I said. "Now, are you two feeling sleepy?"

"Actually," yawned Amy, "I think you're right."

I turned off the light, and we got comfortable under the duvet. Soon I heard the sound of regular breathing from both girls that indicated they had drifted off. I lay awake for a while, then slept.

In the morning, I woke to find Amy propped up on one elbow, looking at me. "Laura decided to shower first," she said. Just then Laura reappeared in a towelling robe. "Morning, sleepyhead," she said.

"Morning yourself," I replied. "You two hungry?"

"Mm," said Laura, "I wouldn't refuse."

I got out of bed. "I know something you'll like," I said. I went downstairs and made bacon sandwiches and coffee, taking a tray back up the stairs.

The girls ate enthusiastically, then lounged back on the bed to sip the hot coffee.

"So, what do you want to do this morning?" I asked. "We have till about midday."

"I think," said Amy, "that we should give Laura a treat."

"I'm all in favour of that," I said. "How about what we did yesterday, but Amy and I swap positions?"

Laura grinned. "That works for me," she said.

Amy stretched out on the bed, and Laura removed her bathrobe and knelt over Amy, her breasts invitingly close to Amy's lips. Amy darted out her tongue to one nipple, and Laura said, "Mmm, Amy, that's nice. Your mouth feels different to Tim's."

Amy moved her hand up to caress Laura's other breast and an expression of pure bliss came over Laura's face.

"You sure you two need me?" I teased. Laura managed "Don't you dare disappear".

"OK," I said. I moved down behind Laura, and reached between her legs with my fingers, penetrating her wetness. "Mmm, good," she said. Then with my fingers still inside her I began to caress her clitoris, but very slowly. She moaned, and said, "That takes me very close, but you'd have to speed up to make me come."

I continued to touch her slowly, then said, "Now let's try something slightly different. Tell me if anything becomes uncomfortable, Laura."

I bent down to her and gently touched my tongue to the cleft of her buttocks, then slid it down until it was touching the pink star of her back opening. I ran my tongue across the opening, then gently pressed the tip of my tongue inwards. Laura made a sound of pleasure, then said, "No problem so far." Her voice held a hint of that throaty quality I'd noticed in Amy's speech when I touched her this way.

I transferred some of Laura's slipperiness to the fingers of my other hand, and very slowly pressed a fingertip into her opening, to the first joint then to the second. Laura moaned, and said, "I'm sure I could cope with you entering me that way, but I don't want to stop what we're doing."

"OK," I said. I touched her clitoris more urgently, and Amy switched to caressing both of Amy's nipples with her fingers while her tongue and mouth explored Laura's breasts and cleavage. Laura started to give gasps and moans of pleasure, then suddenly I felt her tighten around my fingers and begin to shake. She tensed on the finger that was in her other opening too, and cried out aloud as her climax took her.

When she was spent, I carefully withdrew from her and guided her onto her side next to Amy. I held her from behind, and Amy wrapped her arms around us both.

"Gosh," said Laura, "that was good. I'm looking forward to next time."

I grinned. "Always good to have something to look forward to. Now, I hate to break up the party, but we should really get up."

We showered and dressed, and when Pam returned, Laura was in the dining room starting to work seriously on her new canvas, Amy was washing her Mini, and I was working on my laptop.

"Goodness, what a hive of activity," she said, as she came in and kissed me. "Have you had lunch yet?"

"Did someone mention food?" said Laura, coming in from the dining room wiping a brush.

"I stopped off and bought pizza, it just needs sticking in the oven."

"I can manage that," grinned Laura, and she went off to clatter in the kitchen.

Amy came in from the garage. "There," she said. "Nice and shiny for Laura and I to go up to campus tomorrow."

"Oh yes," said Pam, "you both start back, don't you."

Amy nodded. "Laura has class too, so she'll have to work on her canvas in the evenings. I need to finish writing my report on my placement today."

After lunch Amy took her work into the extension and Laura carried on painting, while Pam and I relaxed in the living room. I explained to Pam my idea about Amy's next year. "She can start as soon as this term's over, and work through till the end of the following summer."

"Poor girl," said Pam, "you seem to have forgotten to give her any holidays."

"Well," I said, "she will get a break, but she'll have to get used to the business environment -- none of this 'four weeks at Christmas, three months in the summer' rubbish."

"Tyrant," said Pam, smiling to let me know she was joking, and grabbed a cushion from the couch to mock-hit me with. I seized a cushion of my own and returned the blow, missing wildly. We collapsed in helpless laughter, then suddenly we were still, and Pam reached over to me, her face serious, and pulled me towards her to kiss me.

"The girls are both occupied," she said, "and I'm feeling very relaxed after my pampering. Shall we..."

I nodded, and led her upstairs to our bedroom.

The next day after Pam left, the girls drove off to the campus, and I went to work, missing Amy's presence around the office.

Pam and I were busy at work for the next few weeks; Laura spent much of her time working on preparations for her next show, and Amy seemed to have an incredible amount of coursework to do. The four of us went out occasionally for a meal, or to see a film, and Laura and Amy sometimes came home late from a party on campus, but there was little opportunity for anything more exciting.

Then one Monday evening when Amy and Laura arrived back, I could tell from the expression on their faces that they had something to tell.

"Go on, then," I said. "I can read you two like a book. What is it?"

"Well, funny you should say that," replied Amy. "Next week has been timetabled as a reading week, which means we don't have to go to any lectures or anything."

"Hmm," I said thoughtfully, "but they expect you to study, right."

Amy grinned. "I'm way ahead in my reading and coursework already. Why do you think I've been slaving away for the last few weeks?"

Laura chipped in. "And absolutely nobody cares what the art students do in reading week -- it's practically expected that we'll go off somewhere to 'look for inspiration'."

"Well then," I said, looking across at Pam, "I think there's a chance we can come up with something to do that doesn't involve reading -- or at least, only beach books. Barbara Cartland, anyone?"

Laura and Amy looked at each other, and chorused, "Ewww!"

"Only kidding," I said. "Are you all OK if I arrange something? I've never let you down yet, have I?"

Amy grinned. "Sure."

"Count me in," said Laura.

I looked across at Pam again, and she nodded.

"Settled then. Pam and I will sort out time off work, and I'll do some digging to find us a week's getaway. Make sure you know where your passports are!"

Thursday evening came, and as we were sitting eating I said, "So I've sorted out our holiday, and we drive to the airport pretty much as soon as we all finish tomorrow. We'd better start packing!"

"Tim," said Amy, "you forgot one thing. We need an idea of at least what sort of place we're going, so we know what kind of clothes and things to take."

"Hmm," I mused. "Let's see. Thermal underwear, sweaters, scarves, overcoats -- and you'd better take something to feed the penguins."

Amy reached over to playfully jab me in the ribs and tickle me. As she leaned across, I felt her breast press softly against my arm, and just for a moment a spark passed between us as my eyes met hers.

"Seriously," said Laura.

"OK, seriously. All your summer clothes, swimming stuff, something to keep the sun off your head, and the highest-factor sun screen you can find. And you'll need your cameras. I've packed one or two special things that we'll need."

"Goody," said Amy, "I love the heat."

The girls disappeared upstairs to pack. Pam said, "I'd better do the same. I take it you're already packed?"




Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 10



"Yep. Want me to help you?"

She grinned. "If by help, you mean come up and talk to me while I do it, and otherwise stay out of the way, then sure."

I watched Pam selecting clothes and carefully folding them. There were one or two items which prompted me to say, "Hmm, that material's a little too heavy," or "Colour's too dark, you'll be hot in that."

"Goodness, Tim, where are we going, the Sahara Desert?"

"Not quite -- but believe me, it'll be pretty warm."

There was a tap on the door, and I turned to see Amy standing there beside a large suitcase.

"Gosh, that was efficient," I said.

She grinned. "Want to carry this downstairs for me?"

I pretended to struggle with the case, and placed it by the front door. Laura clattered down the stairs following her own case, just managing to stop it from landing with a crash at the bottom.

"I hope you two kept something out to wear tomorrow," I teased.

Amy grinned. "Don't worry about that."

"Anyway, we'd better all get an early night -- I don't know how you two cope with jetlag."

We went back upstairs, but I heard a low murmur of voices from the girls' room for a long time after the light coming from under their door went out.

The next afternoon, I arrived back from work to find the girls already at home. Pam was still on her way; the traffic on the motorway was heavy, and I glanced at my watch to check that we still had plenty of time before we had to check in.

After a few minutes, Pam's car pulled into the drive and she got out.

"Sorry I'm late," she said. "Are we all right for time?"

"No problem," I said. I ferried our cases to my car, then made sure that the house was locked up. The girls piled into the back seat, and Pam took her place next to me. We set off, the girls still speculating about our final destination.

I drove into the dropoff area at the departure terminal and pulled the cases out of the boot. "Hang on here for a minute," I said, "I'll park the car and we can make our way to the check-in."

When I returned from dropping the car off at the long stay car park, the girls had found a trolley and put the suitcases on it. Pam was looking on dubiously as Amy pushed the trolley and Laura sat on the top case, swinging her legs.

"Come on, you two," I said mildly. Laura jumped off and led the way into the check-in area. When we reached the desk, I presented our passports and tickets, and our luggage soon disappeared out of sight on the conveyor belt.

"Right," I said, "now we have to get through security. I hope you two rascals haven't got any skeletons in the closet?"

"How do we know you haven't got a chequered past," laughed Laura.

We reached the security check, and I had to eat my words when the only person who set off the detectors was me, with the change in my pocket.

We went through into the departure area. I spotted a coffee shop, and said, "We have plenty of time before they'll call the flight. Who wants a coffee and a Danish pastry?"

"Oo, can I have one of the swirly ones with the icing?" said Laura.

"I like the apple ones," added Amy.

"Pam?" I asked.

"A cinnamon one, please," she answered.

I went to the counter and came back with the tray. We ate our pastries, and licked icing from our fingers.

When we'd finished our coffee, I said, "Now, who wants to look at the duty-free?"

The girls raced to the perfume section, giggling. Pam and I looked at the various luxury items for a while.

"Anything I can treat you to?" I asked.

"Nothing really grabs me," she said.

"Don't worry," I replied. "I think we'll be able to pick up something really special for you when we reach our destination."

I looked over at one of the screens showing departure information, and spotted that our flight had just changed to "Proceed to departure lounge".

"OK," I said to Pam, "I'd better round up the girls, it's time we went."

I found Amy and Laura still in the perfume section, trying out the samplers.

"Let me?" I said, taking Laura's wrist and raising it to my nose. "Mmm, that's nice."

Amy offered her hand, and I immediately recognised the special scent I'd bought for her the first time she came to stay. She smiled, and said, "I dabbed it in one or two other places when no-one was looking."

I grinned, and said, "Come on. Flight's been called."

We rejoined Pam and walked along the corridor toward the departure gates.

"Hmm, you two smell nice," she said.

I stopped at one of the gates. "Here we are."

Amy looked up at the display above the gate. "Dubai?" she said, a question in her voice.

"Just the first stop," I grinned. "The cat isn't out of the bag yet."

We went into the lounge and sat down. After a few minutes, one of the cabin crew came forward and said, "Can we have the first class passengers, please?"

"Come on," I nudged Pam.

"You're kidding," said Amy.

"Not at all. It's a long flight and I wanted us to be as comfortable as possible."

We walked forward, and the stewardess directed us down the metal corridor toward the plane.

"I love this bit," I said, "I always imagine it as the astronauts walking across the gantry to the rocket."

"Trust you," chuckled Pam.

We reached the end of the corridor, and walked through into the plane. "If you'd like to follow me, sir," said another stewardess.

She led the way up a set of stairs and we found ourselves in a narrow corridor with doors set at regular intervals. "Sir, madam, you're here. And the next cabin along for the rest of your party."

I pushed open the door she indicated, which led into a small cabin. The opposite side of the cabin was clearly the outer wall of the aircraft and had a large window. Nearly in the centre of the cabin were two large reclining seats.

Amy spoke first. "I didn't even know you could fly like this. Can we look at ours?"

I grinned. "Of course. In fact, we'll be taking off soon." I'd detected the engines spinning up to begin taxiing the plane. "So better strap in. We can meet in the lounge when we're airborne."

Amy and Laura vanished into their cabin, and Pam and I took our seats, making sure we strapped in. After a few minutes, the noise of the engines grew to a muffled scream and we were pressed back into our seats, the plane tilting into the air as it raced down the runway.

When the plane levelled out and a gentle chime indicated we were free to move around, we made our way to the lounge. I got drinks for us -- a martini for me, a White Russian for Amy. Laura asked for a Bloody Mary, and Pam sipped Archers and lemonade.

"This is amazing," said Laura.

"Plenty more surprises yet," I smiled.

When we'd finished our drinks, Pam said, "Don't know about anyone else, but I think I'll get some sleep. I've always found it's the best way to avoid jetlag."

I walked back down to our cabin, and made sure she was comfortable, dimming the lights and helping her recline her seat fully.

"I don't feel like sleeping just yet," I said. "I'll check in on the girls -- if they want to rest too, I'll go back up to the lounge."

I knocked on the door of the next cabin, and Amy opened the door.

"Are you two planning to sleep just yet?" I asked.

"Are you kidding?" Laura said from behind her. "Make sure he comes in, Amy."

Amy took hold of my hand and gently pulled me through the door, closing it behind me.

"So you want to watch a film, then," I teased.

Amy put her arms around me and said, "Don't you want to know where else I managed to put the perfume? And Laura has a surprise for you as well."

"Well, if you insist..." I said. I kissed her lips, then began to nuzzle her hair.

"Hmm, warmer," she said. I moved behind her and buried my face in the nape of her neck, breathing in deeply.

"OK," she said, "you found one."

I turned my head to kiss first one earlobe, then the other, catching the scent as I did so.

"Hey," she said, "cheating."

I smiled. "You've shown me this before, remember."

I moved back in front of her, and kissed her on the lips again. She responded eagerly, and I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me. Then I nuzzled her neck and kissed the hollow of her throat. I pulled away a little, and took her hands in mine, touching my lips first to one wrist then the other.

"Did I get them all?" I teased.

Amy looked across at Laura. "You missed one," Laura assured me with a perfectly straight face.

"Well," I said, "wonder where it can be."

I bent down and caressed Amy's breast with my nose.

"Hmm, around here somewhere, I'm sure," I said.

As if by accident, I slid the tip of my nose across her hard nipple through the fabric of her t-shirt. She gasped. I moved to her other breast and kissed it, then again flicked my nose across her nipple gently several times. She gave a quiet moan, and pushed her breast toward me.

"That feels really good," she managed, "but you still haven't found what you're looking for."

"Perhaps it's covered up," I said, taking hold of the hem of her t-shirt and lifting it over her head, leaving her breasts held by her lacy bra. I continued to move between her nipples, touching them lightly with the tip of my nose. She moaned again, and I decided to stop teasing her.

"I think I know," I said. I reached behind her and unfastened her bra, discarding it, then I kissed down between her breasts, my hands cupping them.

"Found it!" I said.

Amy made no reply, but pushed her breasts against my hands. I caressed them, then began to gently stroke her nipples with my fingers.

"I didn't manage to put perfume anywhere else," she said, her voice full of desire, "but if you find the right place I'm certain you'll discover something that'll please your senses."

I kissed down her stomach to the waist of her jeans, and undid the buttons. I slid her jeans down, taking her panties with them, and she stepped out of her remaining clothes and lay back on her half-reclined seat.

"Should I have closed the curtains?" grinned Laura.

"Unless Clark Kent is around, I don't think there's any risk of anyone seeing in through the window," I replied with a smile. I returned to kissing Amy's stomach, then down her softly-furred mound.

I breathed in the scent of Amy's arousal deeply. "You're right, Amy, that's better than any perfume."

"Taste me," she pleaded. She moved her legs a little apart, and I buried my mouth in her wetness, tonguing her, tasting. She moaned, and I began to run my tongue up and down her opening, brushing over her clitoris with every stroke.

She put her hand down and pressed me into her, and I began to lap at her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. Laura moved towards us, and bent down to kiss Amy on the lips, their mouths open. I found it incredibly arousing watching Amy being kissed, and moved my tongue more quickly. Amy returned the kiss, moaning against Laura's mouth, then after a while Laura reluctantly pulled away from Amy's lips and turned her head to begin to use her mouth on Amy's breasts. As Laura's tongue moved on Amy's nipples, matching the urgent touch of my tongue on her clitoris, Amy finally climaxed, not quite managing to suppress a loud exclamation of pleasure.

When her orgasm had subsided and she had relaxed back against the seat, I said, "Gosh, Amy, that was the hottest I've seen you and Laura be together. Was that the surprise?"

"I even surprised myself a little," said Laura.

"Now," said Amy, "we have a puzzle, and perhaps you can help us resolve it, Tim."

I looked at her quizzically.

"We've heard," said Laura, "that if a couple makes love on a plane in flight, they can claim to have joined a certain club -- I'm sure you know what I mean. I know it's only a bit of a joke, but Amy and I were wondering if it only counted if it was all the way, you inside and everything, and how we'd decide which one of us would get in."

I pretended to ponder deeply, then replied, "Well, I think you're right. It would be extremely thoughtless of me to deprive either of you of such an exclusive membership. Now, there's always the flight back --" I was still not giving away the rest of the itinerary for our journey -- "but who knows what might happen before then."

I paused, then said "Don't worry. This flight is long enough that I think you'll both get your opportunity. That only leaves the question of who's first."

"Go on, Laura," said Amy. "I've just been thoroughly satisfied, so it must be your turn."

Laura grinned. "Well, if you're sure Superman isn't going to get an eyeful," she said, pulling her t-shirt over her head and stepping out of her jeans, and standing in her bra and panties by the window.

I quickly undressed down to my boxer shorts. "No holding out on me," teased Laura.

"OK," I said, taking off my shorts, "but the same goes for you."

"Fair's fair," she said, discarding her remaining clothes. My eyes drank in her body, slim yet rounded, familiar yet always new to my sight. She caught my gaze, and I knew she was aware of how I felt at that moment.

She walked toward me, and knelt in front of me, wrapping one hand round my already-erect penis. Then she bent her mouth to it and ran the flat of her tongue over my tip.

"Mmm," she said, "something for me to taste too." She shifted her hand down, and wrapped her lips round the tip of my penis, then took more of my length in her, running her tongue over me.

I gasped. "Don't take me too far," I warned, "aren't I supposed to come inside you?"

"I changed my mind about the club rules," she said, "As long as I make you come, it counts." She began to move her mouth on my penis, her thumb and fingers round the base.

Amy got to her feet, and kissed me on the lips, mirroring what Laura had done before, then using her mouth on my nipples.

"I won't last very long at all like this," I gasped.

"Then you'll have longer to recover for my turn," said Amy against my chest.

Laura moved more urgently on me, alternating taking me deep into her mouth, with running the flat of her tongue up and down my shaft.

"OK," I moaned, "I'm coming." Laura was now holding my shaft with both hands and using her tongue on the head of my penis, and as I orgasmed with a cry, I spurted powerfully, splashing her mouth, face and breasts. A delighted expression came across her face, and she used her tongue to lap up the remaining liquid from my tip.

"Wow," I said when I'd got my breath back, "that was something, Laura."

She nodded. "Good job this cabin has a shower built in. But one last thing before that..." She took me by the hand and guided me to sit down in her seat, then reclined the seat fully back. She straddled me, first pressing her still-wet opening against my penis.

"Next time," she promised herself and me. Then she moved upwards, till her opening was within reach of my mouth and tongue. Amy took her place, and again I felt wetness against me.

I stirred, and Amy said "Tim! I thought I was going to have to wait much longer."

"Let's concentrate on Laura," I said, "and we'll see how it goes." I began to tongue Laura gently, and Amy reached for Laura's breasts, cupping them from behind with her hands, then starting to use her fingers lightly on Laura's nipples.

"You still feel sticky, Laura," she said.

"Perhaps next time we do this you can lick them a little," said Laura. The thought obviously aroused her, and she started to gasp as my tongue moved more quickly against her.

"I'd like that," said Amy, and her hips moved a little against me. Again she felt my response and smiled.

Laura began to give tiny moans as I took her clitoris into my mouth and suckled it gently, then suddenly her orgasm hit and she shook against me, Amy holding her tightly against her as she climaxed.

Laura relaxed after a few moments, and slid off onto the other seat. "I'll shower in a minute," she said. "Just... feel... a little sleepy..."

Amy once more flexed her hips on me, and gradually I hardened. Amy lifted up, and guided me inside her, then moved her hips down again so I was penetrating her. She shifted just a little so I could slide in her more easily, then started to move in earnest, her clitoris pressing against my shaft. I reached for her breasts, and used my palms to brush her nipples. She started to gasp, and I found myself once again gradually building towards an orgasm. Amy suddenly put her head back and moaned as her body began to shake, and an answering moan tore itself from me as I came, the pleasure totally different this second time around.

She relaxed back against me, our bodies still joined, and smiled. "This journey is full of surprises," she said.



Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 11 Pt. 1



[Author's note: I thought two chapters would be plenty of space to get me to the events of chapter 12, but turns out I was wrong! So there'll be chapter 11 part 1, 2, and maybe even 3, to fill in the gap]


Amy slid off me, and said, "To be honest, I feel pretty tired now too. I've lost track of what time it's supposed to be back home."

I grinned. "Don't worry about it," I replied, "we're nowhere near our final time zone so it doesn't really matter. I'll go and get some sleep myself."

I stood up, and Amy took my place lying beside Laura. I quickly dressed, and kissed each of them softly on the forehead. Then I left the girls' cabin, closing the door quietly behind me.

Pam was still asleep when I returned to our darkened cabin, and I reclined my own seat and lay down beside her.

The next thing I knew was an unobtrusive chime, and an announcement that the plane would be descending towards its destination in about an hour.

Pam stirred and opened her eyes. "Goodness," she said, "did I sleep all the way through?"

"More or less," I grinned. "I think the girls crashed out fairly early too."

She thought for a moment, and said, "You know, I'm starting to feel hungry. Is it breakfast time, or dinner, or lunch?"

"If you can hang on until we change planes, we'll get a meal," I replied. "I'll just pop next door to check that the girls are getting themselves together."

I went out into the corridor and gently tapped on the door of the next cabin. Amy opened it a few inches, and I was rewarded by a glimpse of her not quite successfully holding a shirt to her still-naked body in an attempt to cover herself.

"Tut, tut," I said, "what if I'd been the stewardess?"

"I'm sure they've seen worse," said Amy, her eyes twinkling. "Give us a few minutes and we'll be decent."

"OK," I said.

A short time later the plane started to descend, and I looked out with interest at the sand dunes and the sparkling blue water. We were soon on the ground, and the plane came to a halt at the gate.

The four of us left the plane, and found ourselves in the transit area. Glittering shops and small coffee bars and eating places occupied two levels, with a central atrium.

"We have about an hour before our next flight, so you've got time for a good look at everything," I said. "Pam, how about you go with the girls and look over that side – I'd like to look for something this side."

The three of them strolled off, Pam in the middle with the girls' arms through hers. I turned and set off towards my goal, a jeweller's with glass cases displaying his creations.

I browsed the cases, and found a couple of items that were almost what I was looking for. I considered for a while, then decided that they were worth getting, and I could have them altered to exactly what I wanted when we got home.

When I'd completed my transaction, I put the small package away in a safe place and made my way slowly back to the point where we'd started. After a few minutes, Pam reappeared with the girls. Each of them was carrying at least one bag.

"Did you find something nice?" I asked, looking at the bags.

"You'll have to wait," said Pam. "The girls have got you a surprise."

I smiled, reflecting that I'd had some very pleasant surprises already.

"Fair enough," I said. "I might just have one or two things tucked away myself."

I glanced across at the flight information screen, and said, "OK, time to go." I led the way towards another gate, and again we sat down to wait for our call. Laura looked up at the display over the gate.

"Hmm, Delhi this time," she said.

"Still just a stopoff," I grinned.

Again first class was called, and we began to board.

"I'm afraid this flight won't be quite as luxurious as the last one," I said. "Just the usual separate cabin for first class, more space roomier seats. But the service will still be special."

We found our seats. "They turn round," I explained, "so we can all sit at the table to eat."

We strapped in, and soon the plane was airborne. After we levelled out, we rearranged the seats, and the steward approached with the wine list. I selected a bottle, and he returned after a short while and pulled the cork at our table. I sampled the wine he splashed in my glass and nodded.

We made our choices from the menu, and were soon enjoying our food.

"Gosh, I was ready for that," said Amy. "Hungry work, flying."

We looked out of the window, and soon spotted the plains of northern India, the Ganges a broad, meandering stripe.

"Anyone need a nap?" I asked.

"Maybe," yawned Laura. We turned our seats back round, and I leafed through a magazine while the others closed their eyes.

The plane started to descend, and we looked out of the windows and pointed. "Look, there's the Red Fort," said Pam.

We soon landed, and instead of a gate, we disembarked directly onto the ground down metal steps. As soon as we left the plane, the heat hit us. Amy turned her face towards the sun and said, "Mmm, this is more like it. Bet it's raining back home."

I looked across the tarmac and saw what I'd expected – a dark limousine approaching. The car stopped, and a uniformed driver got out.

"Come on," I said. "Here's our lift."

We got into the car and the driver closed the doors, turning the air conditioning up.

Pam glanced across at me. "Let me guess, you called in a favour?"

I grinned. "Someone at the Delhi office used to work for me. I helped him get a promotion and this assignment, so he made a few arrangements, shall we say."

After a short drive past planes of various sizes and liveries, we reached an area with a sign indicating it was the area of the airport used by private and corporate jets. We stopped by a Learjet, and the driver opened the doors for us. A woman in a pilot's uniform appeared at the top of the steps to the plane, and came down to meet us.

"Good to see you, Mr Smith," she said. "I'm Captain Sarah Fox, I work for the company. I take it this is your family."

A warm feeling filled my heart as I nodded.

"Well, let's get you settled in, shall we?"

She led the way up the steps, and we were soon sitting comfortably in the luxurious cabin. Captain Fox went forward, and her voice came over the loudspeakers.

"We have clearance to take off," she said, "so please strap in and remain seated until we're airborne. Once we're on course I'll hand over to the co-pilot and come and join you."

The plane was swiftly in the air, and Captain Fox reappeared and took a seat.

She looked to me. "I gather this was a surprise, so the rest of the family don't know where we're heading?"

I nodded.

"Well, I won't spoil it, but you're definitely in for a treat," she said.

"How long have you been flying in this part of the world, Captain Fox?" asked Amy.

"Please, call me Sarah. I've been here about five years, before that I was in the Air Force."

"Oho," said Laura, "so you've flown much more exciting missions than just ferrying company people around."

"Can't possibly say," grinned Sarah, "but if you get a map and look up and left from where we are, I just might have flown over that part of the world more than a few times."

We continued to chat, and Sarah helped us to drinks from the well-stocked cabinet.

"Can't join you while I'm on duty," she said, "but regulations say I have to have a layover when we get where we're going, so I'd love to have a drink with you then."

"We'd be delighted," I said.

We sat and chatted for a while, then Sarah looked at the navigation screen mounted on the bulkhead.

"I'd better go forward and prepare for landing," she said. "The co-pilot could do it, of course, but regulations say we both have to be at the controls."

She went forward and closed the door behind her. Pam excused herself to go to the toilet, and I was left with Laura and Amy.

For a few moments no-one spoke, then Amy grinned and said, "You don't fool us, Tim. You think Captain Sarah's pretty sexy, don't you?"

"Actually," said Laura, "I think the captain was sneaking the occasional glance at Tim too."

"Good to know I've still got it," I said, teasingly.

"You'll not get any argument from us about that," said Amy, stretching.

"So what about Sarah?" persisted Laura.

"Don't I have my hands full with you two?" I protested, grinning.

"Well, let's see what happens when we get there," said Amy. "You can at least take her up on that drink."

Pam returned, and we went back to chatting about more general matters.

Sarah's voice came over the speakers again. "We're beginning our descent, weather conditions are good. It's quite a small runway, so we come in fairly fast, but don't worry, I've landed here dozens of times."

The plane started to descend, and I looked out of the window at the scenery rushing past. I felt a gentle bump as the wheels touched down, then the engines screamed as Captain Fox put them into reverse to shed the plane's remaining speed.

The captain reappeared, and opened the door, lowering the steps.

"You first," she said, extending a hand. We stood at the top of the steps, looking out at the view that met us. Just beyond the airstrip, all around, was lush jungle. To the right I could just make out what appeared to be a building through the trees, with a path leading to it. The air was sultry, and full of mysterious fragrances and the sound of birds and insects. In the jungle, invisible to our sight, something heavy was moving, crashing through the undergrowth as it drew away.

From behind us came Sarah's voice. "Welcome to Satpura Conservation Area."

"Wow," said Amy. Laura nodded. I felt Pam's hand press mine.

"I'll have someone bring your luggage," continued Sarah. "Just walk up the path there and you'll reach the lodge. I'll be along later."

We followed her directions, and quickly reached the lodge through the trees. A small man in a suit approached us.

"Mr Smith, ladies, welcome," he said effusively. "Please, come in, your rooms are ready." He signalled to a waiting porter. "Go and fetch the luggage."

"Please, come with me," he continued. We followed him through the lodge and up a flight of stairs onto a wide balcony overlooking a central open area.

"For you, sir, madam," he indicated a door standing open, "and for the young ladies, this one."

The girls went in to explore their room, and I followed Pam into ours. The room was large and high-ceilinged, with an air conditioning unit and a large fan, which turned lazily. The floor was of cool stone, and I could see a bathroom off to one side. A door at the far end led to a balcony which overlooked the jungle.

"Wow, Tim," said Pam. "This is amazing, what a treat." She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me.

The girls barged in, and came to a sudden halt. "Oops," said Laura.

"Don't worry," said Pam, smiling. "How's your room?"

"Great!" they chorused.

"I brought you a mosquito net," I said. "They might find you tasty."

"OK," said Laura.

"When do we eat?" asked Amy. "It feels really late, though the sun's only just starting to set."

"I can hear the luggage arriving," I said. "Let's shower and change, then we can go down and see what they have for us."

The girls left, and Pam said, "Now, where were we?"

"How about I help you shower?" I said.

"Great idea," she replied, grinning. She slipped out of her clothes.

"That feels better," she said. "I'm glad you told me to pack lighter things to wear while we're here."

I shed my own clothes and followed her into the spacious bathroom. She turned on the shower – there was no cubicle, the water just running away over the stone floor to an outlet in the corner.

"Soap me?" she said invitingly. I obligingly lathered my hands and ran them all over her, back, stomach, legs, breasts, and between her legs. Then I moved behind her and held her, pressing my penis into the cleft of her buttocks and cupping her breasts with my still-slippery hands.

"Mmm," she said, "I have an idea. The balcony is private, isn't it?"

"Definitely," I replied. "We can't be overlooked, unless you count any passing elephants. And there's an insect screen, I checked."

She pulled gently out of my arms, and still dripping, walked through the bedroom to the balcony door and out. I followed her, and moved back behind her as she leaned on the balcony rail. It was just starting to go dark, and the noise of the insects was louder, the air as it cooled more fragrant with the scent of evening flowers.

I held Pam again, and she said simply, "Now."

I moved back a little from her and she moved her legs a little further apart. I placed the tip of my penis against her entrance, the remaining dampness from the shower added to by her arousal.

I slid a little way into her, and she made a quiet sound of pleasure. I reached round to stroke her clitoris gently with a finger, and she gasped.

"Further in," she urged.

I slid my full length into her, and began to move smoothly in and out, my fingers more urgent on her clitoris, my other hand spanning both breasts and nipples. I felt her begin to tense, and she gave a long, low moan as her climax rippled through her. I continued to move in her, and rapidly reached my own orgasm, prompting a last sound of delight from her as I spurted deeply into her.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly, and she folded her arms over mine. "Thank you," she said.

After a few moments we moved apart, and Pam went to find clothes to wear for dinner. I put on my own smart trousers and shirt, and when Pam was ready we left our room, closing the door behind us.

Laura and Amy were standing side by side leaning over the balcony rail and looking out into the central area.

"We've seen things that look a bit like starlings, and some sort of crows, and there were some birds on the telegraph wires that looked like swallows but had huge long tail feathers," enthused Laura. "I'll have to sit up here and sketch them."

"Good idea," I said. "Now, dinner."

We went down to the dining room, which had windows floor to ceiling looking out over the darkening jungle. The manager came over and said, "We've prepared a special meal for you, so you can try out some of our local dishes. If you like something, tell the waiter and we'll make sure it's available later in the week."

"Don't worry," came a voice from behind him, "they won't have made it too spicy – they don't throw guests in at the deep end."

We looked up. Sarah stood there, totally transformed from how we'd last seen her. Instead of her uniform, she wore a long, flowing dark dress, and her hair was up.

"Captain Sarah!" chorused the girls.

"Mind if I join you?" she said.

"Not at all," I said enthusiastically.

She took a seat, and looked at the expectant waiter, who had approached the table to take orders for drinks.

"My usual," she said. She turned back to us and explained, "They make a Singapore Sling that packs a real punch."

I looked across at Pam. She grinned and nodded.

"All round, then, please," I said to the waiter. He disappeared in the direction of the bar and came back with five tall, frosted glasses.

"Cheers," said Sarah.

The food was brought, and I tried the various dishes, knowing that Pam had less tolerance than most people for spices.

"Actually, Pam," I said, "I think you'll be OK with most of this. Perhaps this red one will be a bit hot for you."

I dipped a small spoon in the dish and held it out. She cautiously tasted it.

"Phew, perhaps you're right," she said, taking a sip of her drink.

We chatted as we ate, savouring the unfamiliar food.

"Well," said Pam, "I have no idea what time my body thinks it is, but I want to be up early to see an Indian sunrise, so I'm going to turn in."

I kissed her, and she walked back in the direction of our rooms.

"Another cocktail, anyone?" I offered.

"Definitely," said Sarah. "I don't have to fly again till the day after tomorrow, when I'm taking some guests back to Delhi, so I want to make the most of the time – and the company."

I caught a look pass between Amy and Laura. I caught the waiter's eye and ordered our fresh drinks.

"Do you have a boyfriend, Captain Sarah?" asked Laura.

Sarah smiled again at the mixture of formality and familiarity, then her face looked a little sad.

"I did," she said, "but he wanted to keep flying fighters, when I'd had enough and wanted to get back to civilian life."

She blinked, and took another sip of her cocktail. "Still, who knows how it would have worked out. I enjoy my job, and there are some great perks."

She raised her glass to me, and I clinked mine against it gently.

A few minutes later I excused myself to go to the toilet. When I returned, I could sense a subtle change, and Amy was trying unsuccessfully to suppress a smile.

"Can Amy and I go and watch the fireflies for a while?" asked Laura.

"Sure," I said. "You'll have to go inside if the mosquitoes get too bad, though."

The girls disappeared, and I was left alone with Sarah.

"They're good girls, your niece and her friend," she said. "Sounds like you've been very kind to them."

She hesitated. "They told me you three are very close."

My thoughts whirled. "Goodness," I finally replied, "I hope they weren't too indiscreet."

Sarah smiled. "Don't worry, they didn't go into the details. Sometimes when you're younger, you don't worry about subtlety – I think they were just looking for a way to make me see that I can trust you."

She reached out a hand to mine. "They were right, I did keep my eyes on you more than was strictly necessary on the flight over here."

"Shall we go for a walk?" I said. "I saw a sort of summer house along the path by the lodge."

We stood, and went out into the warm night. We walked slowly along the path to the summer house, and sat side by side on a bench.

Sarah turned her head to me, and I didn't need her to say anything to tell me what she wanted. She closed her eyes, and I gently kissed her. Her lips parted, and I sensed her restraining her passion. I put my arms around her, and held her close. She buried her face in my chest.

"That feels so good," she said. "But we're short on time."

"I'll think of something," I said. "Tomorrow, if the girls or I suggest something, follow our lead."

She nodded. "Kiss me again before we go back," she said, and just for a moment I felt her desire come through full force as our lips met.

We stood, and walked slowly back to the lodge. Amy and Laura had obviously been waiting for us, and Laura winked at me.

"Goodnight, Captain Sarah," they said. Sarah grinned at them, and disappeared in the direction of her own room.

I walked up the stairs with the girls. "Did we get it right?" asked Laura hopefully.

"I got a bit of a shock when Sarah told me you'd let her in on our secret, but yes, you were spot on," I said. "Now, whatever happens tomorrow, agree with my suggestions." They nodded, and vanished into their room. 

I found Pam fast asleep, and quickly changed, pulling the mosquito net over me and falling asleep almost instantly.

Sarah was not around for breakfast, and we amused the serving staff by taking the hot bread they brought us – intended to be eaten with the spicy potatoes that came with it – and spreading it with butter and jam like croissants.

After breakfast, Pam said, "I spoke to the manager about elephant rides, and we can go this afternoon if you like."

I considered. "I'm still quite tired – I think you made a better choice about how to cope with the jetlag than I did, and I think I'll need to sleep. Why don't you and the girls go?"

Laura chipped in. "I'd like to sketch after lunch if that's OK – I'll look after Uncle Tim."

We relaxed in the morning, taking a short walk around the perimeter of the lodge.

"We'll see lots of wildlife from the elephants," said Amy. "You must do it another day, Uncle Tim – I'm sure Laura would go to keep you company."




Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 11 Pt. 1



We went to lunch, and Sarah again joined us. As we were eating, I said, "Laura's going to sketch after lunch – why don't you come up and have a cold drink with her, Sarah? She tends to forget the passage of time when she's working, and we all need to remember to drink enough in this heat."

Sarah nodded. "I'd be delighted," she said. "They do the Singapore Sling without the gin in the daytime, it's very refreshing."

After lunch, Amy and Pam got in the rickshaw that would take them to the starting point for the elephant safari, and Laura installed herself on the balcony with her sketching pad. I watched her sketch for a few minutes, then suddenly my eyes were covered by two hands. "Guess who?"

I turned, and Sarah was standing there in a loose-fitting white summer dress.

"Hi, Captain Sarah," said Laura. "He's all yours."

"Why, thank you, Laura," replied Sarah, her twinkling eyes adding the meaning to her words.

"My place or yours?" Sarah asked with a grin as we walked along the balcony leaving Laura to her sketching.

"Let's try yours," I said. She led me down the stairs and along another balcony to the end.

"Home sweet home, at least on this run," she said, opening a door.

I went in. "Wow, this is nice," I said.

"The company pays half and I make up the rest," she explained. "I like to be comfortable on my layovers."

"Talking of comfortable," I said, "isn't it a little warm in here?"

She grinned. "Well, I could turn the AC up a bit. Or... you could take off some of those clothes."

"I don't need to be asked twice," I said with a smile. I undressed, throwing my clothes over a chair, and stood in front of her.

"Still worth a second look?" I asked.

"And a third, and a fourth," she replied, her eyes roving over my body.

"Don't you want to get more comfortable too?" I suggested.

"Of course," she smiled. She slipped her dress off her shoulders and let it crumple at her feet. She wore panties, but her breasts were bare.

"I had to leave something for you to take off," she said, grinning. I moved closer to her and took her in my arms. Again she turned her face up to be kissed, and this time there was no need for either of us to restrain the passion we felt.

After a while I broke the kiss, and said, "Whew, hot stuff."

She grinned, and beckoned with her finger. I followed her to the bed, and she knelt down. I knelt facing her, and we kissed again. Then she broke the kiss, and arched her back, making it obvious what she wanted next. I started to kiss her breasts, then dabbed one nipple with my tongue. It hardened to my touch, and I took it into my mouth. I brought my hand up to cup her other breast, then to touch the nipple with my fingers.

I moved my other hand down and caressed her stomach, then slipped a finger inside the elastic of her panties. I stopped, slightly surprised, and she smiled.

"Hope you like things smooth," she said, a note of amusement in her voice. I slid my finger down further, feeling the divide that led to her most intimate places. She was already very wet, and my finger slipped effortlessly into her opening and inside her. My mouth and fingers continued to pleasure her breasts.

"Mmm," she said, "finish undressing me."

I paused, and she stretched her legs out while I removed her panties, then resumed her kneeling position. I moved my mouth to her other breast, and cupped my hand between her legs, enjoying the smooth skin against my palm.

"I'd like your mouth on me," she said. I lay down on the bed, and she knelt over me, facing my feet, opening herself fully for me to use my tongue on her clitoris and continue touching her breasts and nipples with both hands.

"Tell me if anything doesn't feel comfortable," I said.

"Can't imagine what that might be," she replied.

I moved my head back and gently touched my tongue to the pink star of her rear opening. She moaned, and said, "Mmm, that's good." I continued to use my tongue there, and brought one hand up to touch her clitoris with my fingers. She started to gasp, and suddenly her body shook as her climax overtook her.

When she was still again, she shifted position and lay beside me, her head on my chest.

"I know I needed that," she said, "but believe me, I'm enjoying just the closeness as well."

"That's absolutely fine," I reassured her. She lay for long minutes, smiling contentedly against my skin.

Then she stretched, and said, "Now your turn." She straddled me, facing me this time, and gently rubbed her smoothness over my penis. I was soon fully hard again, and she lifted up, and guided me into her, lowering her hips so that I penetrated her deeply.

I flexed my hips, sliding in and out of her, and an expression of bliss came over her face. She began to move in time with me, and I started to gasp as I felt my climax approaching. Then Sarah stopped moving, resting her weight on me gently so I had to become still.

"It's not exactly Tantra," she said, "but we can make this last a little longer..."

We rested for a few moments, then she eased her weight off, and I started to move again. When she could tell from my face that I was again on the verge of coming, she lowered her hips again, and I smiled.

The next time she eased her weight off me, I said, "Third time lucky?"

She grinned, and when I started to move again, she mirrored my movements and put her hand between her legs to touch her own clitoris as I slid in and out of her.

"No stopping this time," she agreed, her eyes closed, her voice already giving away her own arousal.

I moved more urgently, and watched her face as I felt her muscles ripple around me, her second orgasm more powerful than the first. As she reached the peak of her climax, I came, and as I spurted into her she gave a long "Ohhhhhhh."

She lay down on top of me, resting her weight on my chest, and wrapped her arms around me. "Thank you," she said simply.

"My pleasure," I replied with a grin.

We lay still again, just enjoying the feel of one another's skin.

Eventually she lifted her head to look at me. "We promised Laura something cool to drink," she said.

"True," I answered. We got up from the bed, and I watched her dress, then pulled my own clothes on.

"Sarah?" I said, as we closed her door and walked back along the balcony.

"Mm?"

"I hope this was OK – I know you've missed the intimacy, and I don't want to make things harder for you because I can't stay."

She smiled. "We have a saying in my profession. 'When the ship lifts, all bills are paid.' I'd rather have had this, than try and keep my heart safe and my passion under wraps."

She glanced round to make sure no-one was in sight, and put her hand behind my head, kissing me hard on the mouth. Then she released me, and we continued to walk. A few yards later we encountered one of the serving staff, and I asked for cold drinks to be brought to the balcony.

When we reached Laura, she looked up and said, "You OK? You were only gone a minute."

I tapped her watch, which she'd taken off and put beside her on the table.

"Oops," she said. Just then the waiter arrived with the drinks, and she took hers and drank thirstily.

"Good job there's no 'Sling' in that," I said. "You'd be out for the count."

Laura grinned. "So, you had a good afternoon?"

"Definitely," said Sarah. "Now, I'd better get going, I have to do some preparation for my flight tomorrow. But I'll see you all at dinner."

She left, and Laura turned to me smiling. "Hope you didn't think we were too unsubtle," she said, "but we could tell she was lonely, and you were what she needed right now."

I grinned, and leaned down to kiss her, tasting the sweetness of her drink on her lips.

"Wait till I get you two miscreants alone," I said.

I heard the sound of an engine in the distance, and looked across to see Pam and Amy returning by rickshaw. We waved, and they waved back, getting out in front of the lodge.

When they arrived back on the balcony, I kissed Pam and said, "So, did you see much?"

"There were buffaloes, and rhinos, and eagles and kingfishers and hornbills," said Amy in a rush. "And the elephant went in the river with us on it and it felt really odd the way his legs climbed down the bank. And we went through the jungle and the leaves kept slapping us and a really weird moth fell on me."

"Whoa, slow down," I grinned. "Sounds like you had a great time."

Pam managed to get a word in edgeways. "We took the camera," she said, "but you and Laura really have to do the safari before we leave."

"Now," she said, "I don't know about anyone else but I need a shower before dinner."

She went into our room. As soon as the door was closed, Amy slid onto my lap and said, "So tell us – how was Captain Sarah?"

"We had a lovely afternoon," I said firmly, "and that's all you need to know."

She stuck her tongue out at me and grinned. "'A lovely afternoon'. I bet you didn't drink tea, and eat cucumber sandwiches with the crusts cut off."

"I'll tell you sometime," I promised. "But you'll have a hard enough time keeping your faces straight when you see her at dinner as it is."

Amy grinned. "Anyway, I bet you didn't do anything with her that you haven't done with us."

"Who's to say she didn't teach me something new?" I teased.

"Even better," chipped in Laura. "When did you say we were flying back?"

"Friday," I said. "But what makes you think you'll have to wait till then before we can get some time to ourselves?"

Laura's eyes lit up. "More surprises," she said.

We heard the sound of the door being unlatched, and Amy scrambled off my lap. She was examining Laura's sketch with exaggerated attention when Pam rejoined us.

"So, dinner then," I said. We went down to the dining room and once again Sarah joined us, looking relaxed and joking with the girls. We enjoyed an exotic meal and a couple of cocktails each, discussing our plans for the next day.

"Well, I'm in the air tomorrow," said Sarah, "so have a fabulous day and I'll see you in the evening." She got up and I watched her swaying figure out of the corner of my eye till she disappeared from sight.

I turned my full attention back to the table. "I think we should take that elephant ride, Laura – it sounds amazing."

She nodded. "OK. Amy, Aunty Pam, how about you?"

"The guide offered to take us to look at the animal health centre," replied Pam. "I think they have a tiger that was injured by poachers, and they've been treating it."

"Sounds great," I said. "We should all get some sleep then."

"Didn't you already sleep all afternoon?" queried Pam.

"Well, I lay down for a while, but I didn't sleep much."

Amy seemed to be suppressing a coughing fit, and Laura patted her on the back.

"Fair enough," said Pam. "I'm tired, anyway."

We all made our way to bed, and I turned up the air conditioning in our room. "That'll help," I said. Pam turned over, and we were both soon asleep.

We got up late the next morning, skipping breakfast, and sat with cold drinks on the balcony, looking out over the jungle, until lunchtime. After lunch, Laura and I got in the rickshaw we'd booked to take us to the elephant safari, and the driver revved the tiny engine and accelerated down the track.

We reached the starting point, and the guide showed us to the top of the wooden platform from which we would mount the elephants. After a few minutes, three elephants in a line drew into sight, and the previous party dismounted onto the platform. They took local currency notes from their pockets and tossed them to the ground, where the elephants dextrously picked them up with the tips of their trunks and passed them to the riders.

"Amazing!" said Laura.

"So now we know how it's done, I'll find a few notes to tip them with when we finish," I promised.

The safari was everything Pam and Amy said, and once we thought we might have glimpsed the black and orange of a tiger far away at the edge of the forest. The rhinos wallowed in the water holes, and the long-legged birds that we'd seen in wildlife films stood on their backs and snapped up the insects that irritated the great armoured beasts.

We returned to the mounting platform, and I handed Laura the notes I'd found. She scattered them, and the elephants deftly retrieved them and handed them up.

The rickshaw driver didn't seem to be there, so I suggested to Laura that we walk back to the lodge. She nodded, and slipped her arm round my waist as we retraced our journey along the track.

The track curved towards the lodge, and while we were still out of sight, Laura stopped and turned to me.

"Tomorrow's our last full day," she said. "I know we'll probably have some time on the plane, but..."

"Don't worry," I said. "I promised, remember?"

She smiled, then stood on tiptoe to kiss me. "OK," she said.

When we got back, I showered before dinner. Pam was waiting for me when I came out of the bathroom, and I said, "I have another surprise, and it's only for you."

She grinned and said, "I know your surprises. It's nearly time for dinner, remember."

I rolled my eyes. "Another sort of surprise. I know how much you appreciate your pamper days back at home. I asked around, and they do something similar here, but with Indian techniques – hot springs, massage with heated stones, that sort of thing."

Her eyes lit up. "I'd love it." She moved close to me and kissed me. "This has been a fantastic holiday."

We went down to dinner and started with drinks. As we sat down, Laura pointed out of the window. "Look!"

I craned my head to see where she was pointing. In the distance, a tiny silver dart was approaching. As it came nearer, I recognised the outline of the Learjet. Suddenly my heart was in my mouth as the plane seemed to flip in midair, then right itself. Amy's hand felt for mine and I held it tightly. The plane continued descending into what seemed a normal landing, and disappeared behind the trees where the airstrip was, out of our view.

A few moments later we saw Sarah's distinctive figure walking up the path, and she ran up the stairs into the lodge and joined us.

"Gosh, Sarah," I said, my voice showing my relief, "you gave us a fright."

She put her hand to her mouth. "Ah, oops, sorry! It's strictly against regulations, but I sometimes can't resist checking I still remember some of those manoeuvres."

We relaxed, and sipped our drinks again. The meal was something different again, and we took our time eating.

"Don't think we'll get anything quite like this when we go back," I said.

"Well," said Pam, "I have some Indian cookbooks. I can have a go, buy some fresh spices."

"Yes please, Aunty Pam," said the girls.

"We could have some of our friends round and tell them it's real Indian curry," said Laura. "They're always going on about how hot they ask the takeaway round the corner to make it, I bet they don't even taste the flavour."

Sarah excused herself. "Long flight," she said, "I could use a rest. I'm off on a bit of a trip of my own tomorrow, but I'll see you in the evening – last dinner before I take you back to Delhi, right?"

I nodded. "Night, captain." She winked, and was gone.

"So, girls," I started. "Aunty Pam is off on an Indian-style pamper day tomorrow, what do you want to do?"

"Well," said Laura, "I still need to try and sketch some of the birds – they don't stay still for very long and some of the feathers are amazing."

"Can Uncle Tim take me back to the animal health centre?" asked Amy. "There are a couple of the animals I'd really like to see again before we go."

"Sounds great," I said.

We finished our meal and made our way to bed. Pam fell asleep almost immediately, but I lay awake for a while reliving in my memory our holiday so far, and anticipating the next day.

In the morning a young woman came to collect Pam for her day, and she turned round and waved to us as she followed her guide down the track.

"So, Laura," I said when they were out of sight, "Still keen to sketch?"

"That can wait," she said, "and the animals will still be there later too."

"Let's go up to our room," said Amy.



Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 12



[Author's note: In this chapter I've skipped forward a few months, and I'll fill in the gap soon, but I was so looking forward to the house move episode that I just had to write and post it. There'll be more of what happens in the family's new home when I've caught up with the time in between]

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That Friday evening, as we were eating, I asked, "Does anybody have any particular plans for tomorrow?"

Laura answered, "Amy and I had thought about perhaps going into town shopping, but not for anything special."

I looked to Pam. "Well, there's some washing to do, but it could wait," she replied. "Do you have something in mind?"

"I have a surprise for you," I said.

Pam raised her eyebrows. "Do I know about it?" she asked.

I smiled. "Actually, no -- but I already know you'll like it."

When we'd finished the meal, we watched television for a while, then Amy said, "Well, if something special is happening tomorrow, I think I'll get an early night, so I can enjoy it, whatever it is."

"Me too," said Laura, and the two disappeared upstairs.

Pam turned to me. "Give me a clue?" she said, smiling.

I shook my head. "No way -- I'm looking forward to seeing the look on your face."

A glint came into her eyes and she said in her best seductive voice, "I bet I could persuade you to spill the beans."

"I'd enjoy you trying, but it's not going to work," I replied.

"Fair enough," she said, smiling. "I'll just have to contain my frustration."

We went up to bed, and were soon asleep.

After breakfast the next morning, I said, "OK, time we were off."

"Do we need anything?" asked Laura.

"Not a thing," I grinned.

We all got in the car and I set off out of town. We'd just left the suburban sprawl behind when I spotted the landmark I'd been looking for, and turned off the main road. After a few minutes, I turned again, and we passed through open gates and onto a short gravelled drive. I pulled up in front of a large Georgian house, and stopped the car in what would once have been the carriage circle.

"Doesn't look like anyone's about," I said. "Hop out and let's have a look round."

We all got out of the car, and I walked towards the front door. I pushed it, and it swung easily open. I walked through into a large hallway, with Oriental rugs covering the oak flooring.

"Tim," said Pam, "shouldn't we wait for someone before just wandering around?"

"Don't worry," I said, "I guarantee the owner won't have any objections."

Pam followed me, Amy and Laura tagging on behind, and we looked briefly into a snug living room before moving on to the large panelled dining room, with a view out onto an extensive lawn.

"Nice," said Amy, "I can imagine peacocks on the grass, and croquet, and everything."

We came back into the hall, and went further back, entering the kitchen.

"Oh, I've always wanted an Aga," said Pam, placing a hand on the chrome rail at the front of the range.

"Me too," said Laura. "I just love the warmth."

"Let's take a look upstairs," I said. We retraced our steps, and I went first, up the wide staircase onto a landing which ran all the way round the upper floor, overlooking the hallway.

"Master bedroom here -- think they've had an en suite put in," I said. "Guest rooms here, and a bathroom between with connecting doors. Like something out of Agatha Christie."

"Wonder what this door is?" said Amy. I turned the handle, and we walked through into a short hallway. To one side was a large room with a dining table and chairs, and on the other side we looked through into a compact but well-equipped kitchen. At the end of the hallway a door led into a comfortable lounge. At the other end of the lounge, through an archway, I glimpsed a bathroom, and two more open doors, each of which led into a spacious bedroom.

"Gosh, what a nice self-contained flat," said Laura.

I grinned. "Looks like there are some stairs down from the balcony. We can get down to the back without even going through the house."

I opened the doors onto the balcony, and we went down the stairs, finding ourselves at the back of the house. To one side there was a tennis court, and on the other a long, low brick building with a door towards one end of the blank wall facing us.

"Let's take a look what's in here," I said.

I opened the door, and motioned to Pam and the girls to precede me. "Gosh," said Amy. "This pool's bigger than yours!"

Laura walked down the side of the pool. "Sauna too, and a hot tub, and showers. Neat!"

Then she looked across the pool, out through the floor-to-ceiling glass. Beyond was another wide lawn, then a short path through overhanging bushes through which another building was partly visible, again with tall windows. "That almost looks like a studio," she said.

"Go and have a look," I suggested.

We followed her out across the lawn and down the path, and as she opened the studio door I could see her artist's eye taking in the aspect of the windows, and the way that the light would fall at different times of the day. The look on her face -- not even desire, but a pure expression of 'if only,' made my mind up for me.

"So what do you think to the place?" I said, my voice casual.

"It's gorgeous," said Pam.

"That flat was such a great idea," added Amy, "Don't you think, Laura?"

Laura didn't immediately respond, and I could almost see the picture in her mind, of an easel, and space, and privacy to create. She nodded.

"I'm glad," I said. I paused, then added casually, "I'm not sure they'd take it back -- I can't quite remember now where I put the receipt."

The look on Pam's face didn't disappoint -- I watched utter shock vying with disbelief and hope-against-hope delight. "How...?" she managed, then, "When?"

"The company did very well last year, and you know I opted in to the profit-share scheme. So I looked around, and when I saw this place, I just knew it had everything we needed. I think it was the flat that finally settled it for me, if I'd needed any convincing -- it's just what the girls need, a little more independence, practically a place of their own."

Pam wrapped her arms around me and held me tightly. Then the girls joined in the hug, plans and ideas already tumbling out of them almost too fast to make sense of.

"When can we move in?" asked Amy.

"Straight away," I replied. She blinked, and said, "Really?"

"I'll call the movers and they'll get started," I said. "I booked the same firm the company use to relocate our senior people -- they're very good. They do literally everything -- they even have specialists to take care of your art, Laura, and they have specific instructions not to uncover the canvas you're working on."

I took out my mobile and dialled. When the call was answered, I spoke one word, "Yes."

Pam sat down on a lounger by the pool. "Goodness, Tim," she said when I put the phone away, "you have been busy."

I sat down beside her. "It was worth it," I said.

"Tim?" said Laura. "Can Amy and I go up to the flat? We have to decide who has which bedroom."

"Of course," I grinned. "Take your time!" They raced off back towards the house.

"I don't think we'll see them for a while," I said.

"What about the movers?" Pam queried.

"I asked them when I made the arrangements, and they said at least an hour for the first consignment to get here."

"So what shall we do in the meantime?" Pam asked, a glint in her eye.

"Well, here we are, and that lovely hot tub standing doing nothing," I grinned.

"I don't have a swimming costume," said Pam, feigning regret.

"What would you need that for?" I replied.

A mischievous look came across her face, and she reached down and pulled her sweater off over her head, revealing her breasts held by her lacy bra. She unzipped her skirt and tossed it over the back of the lounger.

"Finish the job?" she smiled. I moved behind her and unhooked the fastening of her bra, cupping her breasts in my hands for a long moment. I slid her panties down, and she stepped out of them, then I quickly undressed and held her again from behind, my erection pressing against her.

"Better get in that tub before we forget where we were going," Pam whispered.

I released her, and watched her walk seductively towards the tub. She climbed over the edge, and sank shoulder-deep into the steaming water with a sigh.

"Come on in," she said. "Lonely in here by myself."

I joined her, sitting opposite her and putting one leg between hers. I began to stroke her ankle with my foot, then leaned toward her to kiss her. She pulled me towards her, and I lost my balance, ending up in her arms and sending a tidal wave of water over the side of the tub.

Pam grinned. "I always could make you fall for me," she said. She looked down. "What a shame, the water doesn't quite cover me any more."

"That's a real pity," I said, smiling. I bent down to kiss one breast, then took her nipple into my mouth. She made a small sound of pleasure, which turned into a throaty "Mmmm" as I suckled her. I moved my hand to her other breast, taking the nipple gently between my fingers.

She reached out and I felt her hand surround my already-hard penis. "Feels like you're ready," she said. I moved back slightly, and she turned to face away from me, kneeling on the seat and parting her legs so that her entrance was accessible to me, just above the surface of the water.

I put my tip against her opening, then slid into her slowly. I reached out to cup her breasts and stroke her nipples, and her voice again betrayed her pleasure. "Oh, yes," she said, "now."

I began to move inside her, the water rippling against us as she used her hands to steady herself on the side of the tub and pushed her hips back to meet my thrusts. I moved my hand down between her legs and caressed her clitoris as I penetrated her deeply.

"Ohhh, I'm nearly there," she gasped. I spread my other hand so that I could touch both nipples simultaneously, and the touch pushed her over the edge into a shuddering climax. I felt my own orgasm take hold of me, and spent myself deep into her.

After a few moments she straightened up, my softening penis sliding from her. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly.

"Well," she said, "I think that's the hot tub well and truly christened. Think we'd better get decent before the movers turn up."

I climbed out of the tub and found towels for each of us, wrapping Pam in the fluffy softness as she stepped out.

I helped her dry, and she pulled her clothes back on. We were only just dressed when Laura and Amy came running. "We saw the van turn in through the gates," said Amy breathlessly.

Laura, obviously noticing our wet hair, said with a knowing smile, "What happened to you two, did you fall in the pool?"

I grinned and ruffled her hair. "Let's go and see what's arrived," I said.

We spent the rest of the afternoon directing the movers where to place everything. Laura's art materials piled up in the studio.

"Goodness, did we have all that in the house?" I teased. She looked at the pile and I detected the beginnings of distraction in her face. "Plenty of time for that tomorrow," I said with a smile, "Don't zone out on me now."

She came back to reality and said, "Guess so. Anyway, the light's starting to go." She turned to me and took my face in my hands, kissing me briefly on the mouth. "Thanks, Tim, this is so amazing!"

We returned to the house, finding Amy and Pam in the kitchen. Pam had already organised the contents of the freezer and was busy cooking our first meal on the Aga.

"This is great," Amy said, stirring a pan. "Here, try the sauce." She held up a spoon and I cupped her hand in mine, bending down to taste the liquid.

"Mmm," I said, "delicious." I winked at her.

"So let's eat," said Laura. Pam ladled out bowls of the stew, and we sat at the kitchen table in a pool of light.

"Gosh, what a day!" said Pam as she laid down her spoon. "I'm exhausted -- I think I'll turn in. I made up our bedroom and the two beds in the flat, so that's taken care of."

"Thanks, Aunty Pam," chorused the girls.

"I'll come up in a bit," I said.

"Why don't you come and watch TV with us for a while in the flat?" said Amy. "You can be our first visitor."

I grinned. "OK," I said. The girls dashed upstairs and into the flat, and I followed Pam up more slowly. I kissed her at our bedroom door, and said, "You get some sleep -- I'll try not to disturb you when I come in."

She nodded, and went in to the room, starting to undress.

I turned and took the few steps along the landing to the door of the girls' flat. I paused for a moment, then knocked, so that they would feel they really did have a sense that the flat was their own and that I was coming in by their courtesy.

Amy opened the door and I walked in, then stopped in surprise as I realised she was only wearing bra and panties, her hair still wet from the shower.

She laughed, following my gaze, and said, "Laura and I have already decided, when it's just the two of us -- or three -- that we're going to be comfortable. We'll keep dressing gowns by the door in case we get an unexpected visitor."

"I like it," I said. "Not sure it'd entirely be obvious to a visitor why I'm in a dressing gown in here, though."

Amy grinned and made a mildly rude noise. "We'll just have to hide you in the bathroom or something," she said, her eyes twinkling.

Laura came into the hallway at that point, just as minimally clothed. "Shall we give you the tour?" she said.

She waved at the dining room. "We haven't really done anything in there yet."

I followed her into the kitchen. "Not much to see here either," said Amy from behind me. "We grabbed a couple of boxes of cereal and some milk from the movers, and I had a jar of coffee, but if we're going to have bacon sandwiches we'll need to get some supplies in."

I grinned at her reference to the breakfast that had become practically a tradition for us on mornings when Pam wasn't around. "Definitely bacon sandwiches," I said, turning round to kiss her lightly.

"Come and see the living room," she said.

We went in, and I looked round the room, the first time I'd seen it after dark. The floor-length curtains were drawn across the doors to the balcony, and the girls had placed candles here and there around the room. They'd shifted the furniture round to provide a cosy lounging area for watching television, and shadows from the candles flickered in the corners.

"Gosh, this is lovely," I said. I sat down on the couch facing the television and said, "So, what's on?"

"Hey," said Laura, feigning disappointment, "you haven't seen everywhere yet."

"Oh, that's right," I said, grinning.

Amy walked across the room and through the far archway. "The bathroom even has a corner tub like the old house," she said, and I knew she was thinking of the times she and I had made love in the master bedroom's en suite.

"That's Amy's room," Laura said, pointing to the right hand door. I looked in, and saw shelves of books, and Amy's study desk under the window. The bed was pushed against the wall to give more floor space.

"This room has more light," explained Amy. "And I can even see a little into the studio from the window."

"And over here is my room," said Laura. I looked into the other room, noticing immediately that the king-size bed seemed to be made up for two.

Amy joined Laura, and said noticing my quizzical look, "We're so used to being in the same bedroom that we decided to carry on that way. It means I can use my room pretty much just as a study and leave it how I want."

Laura smiled meaningfully, adding, "And anyway, when you're able to stay with us, how would we ever have decided which one of us got to sleep with you?"

I chuckled at the ambiguity. "You seem to have thought of everything."

Amy smiled. "So I guess you don't want to go back and see what's on TV?" She moved over onto the bed and curled up, patting a space next to her invitingly.

"There's nothing worth watching on, anyway," I said with a smile. "Not compared to in here, anyway." I moved over and joined Amy on the bed. Laura followed, kneeling on the other side of me from Amy.

"So, what do you two have in mind to wrap up such an eventful day?" I queried.

"Start off just touching us," Laura said, taking my hand and placing it on her breast, still held within the soft lace of her bra. I began to caress her, then reached out my other hand to Amy. For each girl, I stroked one breast, then the other in turn, occasionally focusing down to run my fingers over a nipple.

I wondered why they didn't choose to make their breasts fully bare to me yet, but looking at the expression of bliss on their faces, I decided that this must be doing something special for them. I had no problem with them setting the pace and making the next move, whatever they wanted that to be.

Amy moved things on first, taking my hand and sliding it down between her thighs so that I was caressing her entrance through her very damp panties. She moved her legs apart, and kept her hand on mine, pushing my fingers further back with each stroke so that I was touching her back opening too.

Laura watched fascinated, as my other hand continued to touch and caress her erect nipples. "I remember I liked being touched there," she said. "Perhaps today you can show me what it's like being entered that way."

The thought obviously increased her arousal, and she took my hand from her breasts and placed it between her legs as Amy had done. She reached behind and unfastened her bra, and I bent to kiss her nipples as I began to caress her entrance through her panties.

Amy also removed her bra, and I alternated kissing and suckling each of them as my fingers continued their work elsewhere.

"Mmm," said Amy, "I can't wait any more, I need your mouth, Tim."

I lay down on the bed, and Amy finally removed her panties and straddled me, her opening against my mouth. Laura moved up behind Amy, and as I started to tongue Amy gently, Laura touched her own wet opening for a few moments with her fingers. Then, her fingers slippery, Laura reached behind Amy and carefully touched Amy's back opening with a fingertip.

"Ohhh," said Amy, "goodness, Laura, I can't describe how that feels." Laura slid her finger a little deeper, and Amy put her hands to her own breasts as I increased the pressure of my tongue on her. Amy couldn't hold back any more, and her body arched against my mouth as she climaxed. I could tell from Laura's face that she was feeling the rippling of Amy's muscles against her finger.

When Amy's climax had subsided, Laura took a deep breath and said, "Ok, my turn now?"

Amy nodded. I rolled over, and Amy took my place lying on her back on the bed. Laura straddled her, and I stepped briefly into the bathroom to fetch the hand lotion. When I returned, Amy already had her mouth and one hand on Laura's breasts, and was gently using the fingers of her other hand on Laura's entrance and clitoris. Laura's face showed utter bliss.

"Wait for me!" I teased. I positioned myself behind Laura, and squeezed lotion onto the small of her back so that it ran down into her cleft.

"Brr!" she said.

I chuckled. "That'll cool you down a bit."

I put more lotion on my still-hard penis, and touched my tip carefully to Laura's back opening.

"Ready?" I asked. Laura nodded.

I very carefully pressed the tip of my penis a little way in, then paused. Laura tensed a little, then I could feel her make a conscious effort to relax.

"A little more," she said.

I moved a little further in, until my tip was past the muscles around the entrance to her opening. She relaxed, and said, "That feels great."

"Hmm, Amy, we forgot something," I said.

"Oh yes," said Amy. She paused in her attentions to Laura. "But I don't have it, it was at the house."




Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 12



"The movers will have found an appropriate place for everything," I said, grinning. Amy reached over to the drawer in the bedside cabinet, and pulled out the slim plastic cylinder she and I had used before.

"Oops," she said.

"Don't worry," I said, enjoying her embarrassment. "They're very discreet."

Amy turned her attention back to Laura. "Lean back a little," she said.

Laura complied, and Amy slowly eased the toy into Laura's entrance.

"Now, where were we?" she said. She began afresh to pleasure Laura's breasts, and gently moved the toy in and out of her.

"Now you, Tim," said Laura, her voice making clear what she wanted. I began to move slowly inside her. "You can go a little faster," she reassured. I increased the pace, feeling myself starting to build to my own climax.

Laura started to give tiny moans each time I moved into her, and Amy skilfully moved the toy against Laura's clitoris. I felt Laura's body begin to tense, and like a tidal wave or a landslide, her pleasure broke over her and she cried out. I wrapped my arms tightly around her, and came, feeling my warmth fill her passage as her muscles rippled against my penis.

"Oh... my... goodness..." managed Laura after taking several deep breaths. "I've never, ever felt anything like that, not any time we've made love."

I carefully withdrew from her, and Amy slid the toy from her. Laura stretched out on top of Amy, totally relaxed, limp as though there was not a bone left in her body. I slid to the side of the girls, and lay one arm over Laura's back just to maintain the closeness.

After a few minutes I said, "Sorry, girls, I'm afraid I'm going to need to get back."

I slipped out of the bed, and Laura rolled to lie beside Amy. I pulled the covers over them, kissed each one gently on the forehead, and left them to enjoy their first night of sleep in our new home.



Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 13



As we were getting ready for bed one evening, Pam said, "Tim, I'm starting to be worried. Lately I've been so tired, and I've been getting a persistent ache in my back, painkillers don't touch it. I think something might really be wrong."

I went to sit next to her on the bed, and put my arm round her shoulders. "I'm sorry, love. I had noticed that you didn't seem quite yourself lately. You should definitely go to the doctor and see what he says."

She nodded, and rested her head against my shoulder. I kissed her hair, and said, "Come on, let's get some rest. That'll help."

She lay back, her face betraying the pain she felt, and I pulled the covers over her. She smiled her thanks, and I turned the light off and lay down myself. It was quite a while before I could tell from her breathing that she was asleep, and I allowed myself to drift off.

***

After Pam had left for work the next morning, I sat down with Amy and Laura at the kitchen table.

"Girls, I need to tell you something. It might turn out to be something straightforward, but Pam hasn't been feeling well at all lately. She's going to go to the doctor's, and we'll see what comes of that. But it would be great if you could do what you can to help her, and understand if she seems less patient some of the time."

"Gosh," said Amy, "I really do hope it's nothing serious."

Laura nodded. "Pam has been so kind and generous to me while I've been here."

I got up. "I have to go to work now. Have a good day at college, you too."

As I drove, I offered a silent prayer to whoever might be listening, for my ever-patient and understanding wife, who had worked so hard all through our marriage to help us build the life we'd planned.

***

We walked out of the doctor's office, and I guided Pam to a seat in the empty reception area. I sat next to her and put my arm round her shoulders as I'd done when she first told me how unwell she'd been feeling. We sat in silence for long minutes. Then she turned her face towards me. Characteristically for Pam, her first thought was for others.

"How are we going to tell the girls?" she said.

"Don't worry about that," I said. "I spoke to them when you first said how ill you felt, so they've known that there was a possibility the answer would not be good."

She nodded. "We have a lot to talk about, a lot to do."

"I know," I said. "But we won't just talk about things we need to sort out." I struggled to keep control of my emotions. "We can talk about everything that's been good, our memories. We can get all the old diaries out, and the photos." Then I fell silent, knowing how final my words sounded.

***

I closed the cover of the last photo album. Amy smiled at Pam, and said, "You really looked elegant at those parties, Aunty Pam."

She hesitated, then went on, "I wish we could have seen you wearing some of those dresses." Then she suddenly got up and stumbled out of the room. Laura quickly followed her.

Pam smiled weakly. "I'm glad they've got each other. And maybe having them around will be some comfort to you."

I nodded. "Now, you'd better get some rest. We've tired you out." I rearranged the covers, and she turned her head on the pillow and closed her eyes. I dimmed the lights, and left the room, closing the door quietly. I could hear the girls upstairs in Amy's room, Laura doing her best to comfort Amy.

I went into my study, sat down, and looked out of the window without really seeing. Part of me wanted Pam to hold on for as long as she could, to postpone the inevitable, but part of me realised that it would be a mercy for her to go sooner, to avoid unnecessary pain and the inevitable increasing intrusiveness of the care she would need. Again I prayed that whatever happened, would be right.

***

It was a bright, warm morning as we stood in the churchyard. Somehow that felt wrong, it ought to have been cold, grey, raining, to match the occasion. The minister had finished reading the age-old words, so familiar that I had to make a conscious effort to think about what they meant. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope."

I resolved to think more carefully about what it might mean about having hope; in what? Or who?

But now wasn't the time for that. Amy and Laura stood a little way away, respecting my need to be alone for the moment when I took a handful of earth and let it fall gently. Then I glanced up, deeply moved as I looked again at these two young women, standing close together to comfort one another, graceful, beautiful even in their restrained black funeral garments.

I walked over to them, and Amy turned her face towards me, dry-eyed but sombre. Then I saw her expression become one of surprise, as she looked past me, and I turned to follow her gaze.

A short way away from the other mourners stood a slim figure in a dark blue uniform, narrow medal ribbons across one lapel. My mind took in the familiar features without recognition at first, then I heard Laura's voice from behind me.

"Captain Sarah!" And at once the girls were rushing to her and she was gathering them in her arms.

I took a few steps, and stopped, not knowing what to do. Then Amy and Laura each put out a hand to pull me towards them, and I embraced all three, feeling an overwhelming sense of comfort.

"Sarah," I said. "We really appreciate that you're here. How did you know?"

"I'd kept my ears open for news of you," she said. "I didn't want to intrude, but every so often friends at head office would let me know how you were getting on. When I heard about Pam, I decided the least I could do was be here today. So I took a few days leave. I can stay and help out if you'd like."

"Thank you," I said simply. "Well, this part of it is over. Let's go back to the house."

We walked to the dark car in which we'd arrived, and the driver took us home, then left with a sympathetic nod.

I opened the front door, and stepped inside with a sense of reluctance but also of relief. At least it was over now.

Sarah took a deep breath. "I'll make some tea," she said.

I nodded. She walked down the passage to the kitchen, leaving me with Amy and Laura.

"I'm so glad Sarah's here," said Amy.

Laura nodded. "You'll ask her to stay a few days, won't you, Tim?"

"Of course," I said. "Anyway, I guess we should change out of these things, right?"

Amy and Laura went up the stairs to their flat to change, while I went into the kitchen to make sure Sarah was OK. The kettle was just boiling, and she poured water into the teapot. Then she sat down at the kitchen table and I joined her.

"It must have been really hard for you," she said.

"Yes," I said. "People always think they've got time, don't they."

She reached out and put her hand on mine, saying nothing.

The girls came back into the kitchen, now in jeans and t-shirts, their hair in simple ponytails. I could imagine they didn't feel much like dressing up or makeup today.

We sat and drank tea, and Sarah told us about what she'd been doing in India, some of the senior people she'd been ferrying around. She'd spent several more of her layovers at the wildlife sanctuary, and described some of the changes and developments there.

"You should really go again," she said. "There's more to see now; the vulture conservation centre has really been successful, and when it's breeding season the chicks are so cute!"

I smiled. "We'd love to, when things have settled down a little."

She nodded, her face serious again.

"Anyway," I said, "it's getting late, I think probably we're all tired." I hesitated. "Sarah, you'll be OK in the guest room, won't you?" 

"Of course, that's fine," she said. "I'm here – we all are – for you, whatever you need."

I went upstairs to the master bedroom. Pam's personal things – nightwear, toiletries – had already gone, though her clothes were still in wardrobes and drawers. I got ready for bed, and pulled the covers over me, the bed feeling too large, too empty, too cold. But exhaustion from the emotion of the day, of all the preceding days, overtook me, and I slept.

***

The next day I woke up with the sunlight streaming in through the window. It promised to be another fine, warm day. I still had two weeks compassionate leave from work, and the girls had finished college for the year, so there was no pressure to do anything in particular. I made a mental note to ask Sarah how long she could stay.

There was a knock at the door, and I opened it. As if she knew I'd been thinking of her, Sarah was standing there, in a long nightdress that looked like it was made of Indian cotton.

"Thought I'd make sure you were OK, and see what you wanted for breakfast," she said with a warm smile.

"I'm fine," I said. "I slept surprisingly well, actually. I'll come down for breakfast – no point in retreating to my room like a wounded animal."

"Hmm, I see what you mean," she said. We walked along the landing and down the stairs. When we reached the kitchen, Amy and Laura were already there.

"We made bacon sandwiches," said Laura.

I grinned. "Even if I didn't feel much like eating, I would make an exception for your bacon sandwiches." I leaned over and kissed Laura on the cheek, then Amy.

"One for me?" said Sarah. I smiled, and turned to her, kissing her softly on her cheek.

We sat down to breakfast, and I felt almost guilty at the sense of wellbeing and normality when we'd finished bacon sandwiches and coffee.

"Is there anything you'd especially like to do today?" Amy asked me.

"What I'd really like," I said, "is for us to sit in the garden, that secluded area outside Laura's studio, and talk. I'd like us to remember everything, all the good things – to look at the paintings Laura did for her exhibitions along the way. Then when we've remembered, I'd like us to talk about what each of us hopes for, dreams of, next."

Amy nodded. "Laura and I will wash up, and you and Sarah can get dressed," she said.

Sarah went upstairs to the guest room, and I went back to my room and showered in the en-suite. When I came down, the kitchen was tidied, and the girls had got a tray ready with juice and glasses to take out with us.

After a few minutes, Sarah reappeared, again in an Indian style of garment, a loose tunic and matching trousers, a flowing scarf draped around her neck in traditional fashion.

"I've become really fond of dressing this way when I'm off duty out there," she explained. "It's cooler, for a start."

"You look lovely," I said truthfully. "I really like Western clothes, but sometimes it's nice to have a change from fashion that goes out of its way to show off everything."

Amy was whispering to Laura, and I glanced over.

"Just saying, perhaps we'll have to get saris," Laura smiled.

Sarah grinned. "Well, it won't be quite such a surprise now," she said, "but actually I did bring a few things for you. And for Tim."

"Wow," I said. "That's something to look forward to later. Now, shall we get out into the sunshine?"

We walked out to the garden, Amy carrying the tray, and sat down on the lawn outside the studio.

"Where shall we start?" asked Amy.

"Why not at the beginning," I said. "Sarah doesn't know some of our story." I remembered how the girls had confided in Sarah when we'd first visited the wildlife sanctuary, and what that had led to.

I began to recount the events that had started with the Christmas visit that Pam and I had made to Caroline's. As I talked, Sarah listened intently.

"Gosh," she said when I paused for a moment. "That's quite a set of events. You sound like you enjoyed yourselves. That really fills in for me what led up to the point where I came in."

"And we're very glad you did, Captain Sarah," smiled Amy.

I continued my account, and got to the day when we'd finally known that Pam's illness could only have one outcome.

Sarah reached out a hand to mine. "I'm glad I met her."

She paused. "Tim, I want to say two things. First of all, none of us will ever see ourselves as trying to take her place, whatever happens. And secondly, don't ever feel reluctant to talk about her, whenever you need to."

She blinked, and reached up a hand to brush her eyes.

"Now," she said, "What about the future?"

I nodded, and took a deep breath. "Well... I'll go back to work, of course. Apart from that – well, girls, perhaps you'd better start."

Amy said, "We still have some time at college." She turned to Laura, who nodded. "We don't feel any urgency to have a place of our own, if you're happy for us to stay in the flat."

"Of course," I said. "Never, ever, think I'd want you to go until you were ready for more independence."

Amy turned to Sarah. "So that's us. What about you, Captain Sarah?"

For the first time ever since I'd known her, I saw uncertainty in Sarah's eyes.

"I have two weeks off," she said. "Things are changing over there, the company is rethinking the way it does business in India. I'm sure there's a role for me still, but it might be time for me to think about a change."

"Well," I said, "we definitely want you to stay with us while you're over here. I'd really appreciate help with some things –" Sarah nodded, understanding what I meant – "and we can all go out, go to some of the places we know. We can all have time to think."

I glanced at my watch. "It's getting on for lunchtime. Why don't I take you down to that Italian place in town? We can get a few things on the way back and cook something tonight."

Laura took the tray back in, and I picked up my jacket. Then I fetched the car from the garage, and the girls got in the back while Sarah took the passenger seat. I set off down the drive, then out of the gates onto the road that led back into town.



Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 14



I parked the car outside the restaurant, and we went in. As soon as Mario saw me, he came up to greet us.

"Mr Smith, I am so sorry to hear about your loss," he said in Italian.

"Thank you," I said. "I really appreciate that."

"Two of these lovely ladies I know," continued Mario, "but one is a new guest to us."

I switched to English. "Mario, please meet Captain Sarah Fox, a good friend of the family."

He took her hand and bent to kiss it, and – another first – Sarah's cheeks took on a distinct shade of pink.

"Please, be seated," continued Mario, leading us to a table in a secluded spot.

We sat down, and Mario sent over a waiter to take our order. Laura and Amy chose pizza, while Sarah and I each selected a pasta dish. I ordered wine for all of us, and we sipped while we waited for our food to arrive.

"I take it you've been here with Amy and Laura before, then," asked Sarah.

I looked at her with a smile forming on my lips. "I didn't know you spoke Italian."

She winked. "Good job you didn't say anything you didn't want me to hear, then."

The food arrived, and for a while conversation was stilled as we enjoyed our meal.

Finally Amy and Laura finished the last piece of pizza crust. I poured the remainder of the wine into their glasses and lifted mine in a toast.

"To absent friends."

Amy looked for a moment as though she was going to cry again, then composed herself and raised her glass before taking a sip.

We chatted for a while, then I drained my glass and said, "Everyone ready? Time we went shopping."

I paid the bill, and we went back out to the car. I drove the short distance to our usual supermarket and parked. Amy and Laura raced off to find a trolley while Sarah and I went in.

We did the usual walk up and down the aisles, filling the trolley. Sarah obviously had something specific in mind, because she backtracked a couple of times to fetch ingredients from shelves we'd already passed.

Finally we reached the checkout and the girls packed bags surprisingly efficiently. I pushed the trolley back to the car and put the bags in the boot while Amy and Laura returned the trolley to the line of others.

We drove home, and Sarah helped me carry the bags to the kitchen. She unpacked, selecting the items she'd need for the evening's meal, and I showed her where everything else went.

"Is it OK if Laura and I play tennis for a while?" asked Amy.

"Sure," I said. "We'll come and watch in a bit, won't we, Sarah?"

Sarah nodded. The girls dashed upstairs to change, and after a while we heard the sound of the tennis ball being hit across the court, interspersed with the girls' giggling and cries of 'Good shot!' and 'Oh! I nearly got to that one'.

"I'm really enjoying being here, Tim," said Sarah. "I'm sorry it's in such sad circumstances."

I nodded. "I'm grateful you came. I do really need some help going through Pam's things, and I don't think Amy would have coped with it very well. There's no need to rush, though – we can start tomorrow, or the next day."

"No problem," said Sarah. She paused, then leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. "I've been looking forward to spending some time with just you. But do tell me if it's too soon, if you're not ready."

I smiled. "Actually, I'm really looking forward to that too. Towards the end, all I seemed to do was go to work and then come home to look after Pam. The girls helped as much as they could, but there wasn't any time for the three of us to be on our own. And it wouldn't really have seemed right anyway."

Sarah nodded. "Shall we go and watch the girls play tennis for a bit?" she said. "I don't have to start cooking just yet."

"Do you play?" I said.

"A little. Maybe another day we can have a game of doubles."

"Sounds good," I replied. "Now, I guess the girls will want something to drink in a minute. I'll get some cans from the fridge."

We walked over to the tennis court, me carrying the drinks, and sat down on a bench at the edge of the court to watch Amy and Laura playing. They had changed into their proper tennis gear, and the short skirts showed off their slim legs to maximum advantage as they ran around the court and stretched to hit difficult shots.

Sarah followed my gaze, and grinned. "They are pretty attractive, aren't they."

"I have to say, I'm the luckiest man in the world," I agreed. "And you can give them a run for their money anytime."

Sarah's eyes revealed her pleasure in my remark. "I'm normally a pretty confident person, and you certainly convinced me last time we were together that you found me attractive. But it's still reassuring that your head isn't totally turned by the younger models, shall we say."

I leaned across and for the first time kissed her on the lips. "Have no fear of that; I'll make sure there are times when you get me all to yourself."

She raised her eyebrows, smiling. "That rather suggests you have in mind other times when I have to share."

I chuckled, sure that she wasn't objecting to the idea. Just then Laura picked up the tennis ball and walked over to us.

"Gosh, I think we're both a bit whacked now," she said. "Thanks for bringing us drinks."

She picked up a can, popped the ring pull, and drank. I watched her breasts rise and fall under her thin top as her breathing returned to normal after her exertions.

Amy joined us and likewise drained a can of the fizzy drink.

"I think we both need a shower after that," she said to Laura.

"Good idea," Laura replied. She and Amy walked up the metal staircase to the balcony of their room and disappeared inside.

"Imagining those two helping each other shower gets me quite excited," I said.

"Me too, surprisingly," admitted Sarah. "But I don't think I'd enjoy it half as much if I wasn't thinking about you being there too."

I grinned. "Well, everything's possible. But I think we'll have to hold that thought for a while; we should probably make a start on dinner."

"Sure," said Sarah. "I'd better change, though – these clothes aren't really suited for cooking in."

"Mind if I come with you?" I asked.

"No problem." We went inside and I followed her up the stairs to the guest room. I sat on the bed and watched as she pulled the tunic over her head and undid the drawstring of the trousers.

She stood for a moment in only bra and panties, and I looked appreciatively at her body, just a little more mature than Amy and Laura's still-girlish figures.

Sarah smiled at me. "It really makes a woman feel good when a man looks at her the way you're doing."

"My pleasure," I said. "Literally."

"Anyway," she said, "I'd better get some clothes on before I succumb to temptation and make love to you right now, leaving those two to starve."

I grinned. "Yes, we'd go down to find them chewing on dry crusts or something. Actually, I'm kidding, both of them can cook."

Sarah pulled on jeans and a t-shirt, and we went back downstairs. Amy and Laura were sitting at the kitchen table chatting, and I joined them, while Sarah started to pull pans and other utensils from shelves and to prepare her ingredients.

After a few minutes, whatever she was cooking started to smell really good, and Sarah said, "Probably time the table was set, this'll be ready soon."

"OK," I said. "Give me a hand, girls?"

We went through to the dining room and Amy and Laura cleared the dining room table so I could put on the table cloth. Then we set the table with silverware, the crystal glasses, and napkins which Laura folded into origami bird shapes.

"Just a couple more things," said Amy. She fetched the silver candlesticks and fresh candles from the sideboard, then lit the candles and turned down the lights. The candlelight gleamed softly on the crystal. Amy retrieved two bottles of wine from the rack in the corner and opened them, putting them on the table.

"There," she said. "Perfect."

I nodded. "Let's see if Sarah's ready to serve."

We went back through to the kitchen where Sarah was just removing pans from the heat. She served the food, and we each took a plate and went to sit down. I poured wine for us all, and we began to eat.

"Mmm, this is really good," I said round a mouthful.

"Thanks, Sarah, this is great," added Amy.

When we'd finished the main course, Sarah said, "I think you probably spotted dessert when we were shopping?"

"Would that be the chocolate ice cream?" said Laura.

"Right first time," laughed Sarah. "I'll go and get it."

She returned with the ice cream, and helped us all to a bowlful.

Finally we sat back and I said, "That was a lovely meal – thanks, Sarah. I'll make us coffee."

I went into the kitchen and returned with the cafetiere. As I put it down, I noticed Amy hiding a smile.

"Go on then, what's tickled you?" I asked.

She blushed slightly. "We were just talking about bedtime. We wondered if you'd like company tonight."

I smiled. "Well, to coin a phrase, I wouldn't kick you out of bed. Did you decide anything?"

Sarah spoke up. "The girls were very thoughtful and suggested that if you didn't want to be alone, I might like to join you tonight."

"I'd really like that," I said simply.

"We can clear away, if you're ready to go up," volunteered Amy. She caught Laura's eye, and the two picked up dishes and went out to the kitchen.

I offered Sarah some more wine, but she put her hand over her glass.

"I want a completely clear head for this time with you," she said.

I got up from my chair and went to stand behind her, resting my hands on her shoulders and kissing her hair. She rested her head back against me and closed her eyes. I slid my hands down from her shoulders and onto her breasts, feeling her nipples harden under my hands.

"Shall we go up?" she murmured.

I stood back reluctantly and she got to her feet. She turned and came into my arms, and I held her tightly. Then she moved toward the stairs, and I followed her, hearing the girls coming back into the dining room to continue clearing up as we left.

At the top of the stairs, Sarah turned and said, "Shall I come to your room, or would that feel strange?"

"The bed's bigger in there," I grinned.

I went into the master bedroom and she followed, closing the door behind her.

Again I took her into my arms, this time kissing her softly on the mouth. She returned the kiss, her lips more urgent on mine now. I slid my hands down her back, lifting her t-shirt to caress bare skin.

Sarah did the same, sliding her hands inside the waistband of my jeans and onto my bum.

"Think your jeans are too tight for me to manage that," I murmured against her lips.

"Well, there's an easy solution to that problem," she responded softly.

I smiled against her mouth, and moved my hands around to the front of her waist, finding the buttons fastening her jeans. I undid them one by one, then slid her jeans down, bending my knees, until she could step out of them.

I straightened, taking her back in my arms, then moved my hands down to caress her bum. She kissed me again, and slid her hands up my chest, her palms brushing my nipples through the fabric of my shirt.

I made a wordless sound of pleasure, and she smiled against my lips. "Shall I?" she said, her fingers moving to the buttons of my shirt.

"Mm, please," I murmured. She undid the buttons one by one, then slid her hands inside my shirt and started to touch my bare nipples with the tips of her fingers. My response was a gasp, caught in my throat, and she smiled.

I moved my hands to the hem of her t-shirt and began to lift it. Sarah paused in her attention to my nipples, and raised her arms to let me pull her t-shirt over her head.

I dropped the t-shirt on the bed and moved round behind Sarah, first wrapping my arms around her bare stomach. She leaned her head back against me and I kissed her hair. Then I slid my hands up to cup her breasts through the fabric of her bra, feeling her hard nipples once more against my palms.

I gently squeezed her breasts, then slid one hand down over her stomach and a little way inside her panties. I halted, feeling soft fur at the top of her mound. I smiled.

"I'm sure that wasn't there last time," I said.

"I like to provide the occasional surprise," she replied, amusement in her voice.

I moved my hand back up to her breast and this time gently touched her nipples through the fabric with my fingers. She gave a small moan of pleasure, and used her hands to slip the straps of her bra off her shoulders so that her breasts spilled out, baring her nipples to my touch. I continued to brush them with my fingertips, and she moaned again.

I took my hands from her breasts, and she made a small noise of disappointment. I unfastened her bra at the back and dropped it on the bed with her t-shirt, then moved to face her again. She met my eyes, and glanced down at her breasts. I took her hint, this time bending to kiss first one, then the other. Then I touched the tip of one nipple with my tongue.

She gasped, and arched her back to push the breast against my lips. Her nipple slipped into my mouth, and I suckled gently, eliciting a moan from Sarah. I brought my hand up, and gently stroked her other breast and nipple with my fingers.

"Let's move over to the bed," she managed. I guided her backwards and she lay down. I lay beside her, propping myself on one elbow and using my mouth on her other breast.

She reached a hand out to touch my erect penis through my jeans. "Take them off – and everything else," she requested. I quickly removed them and tossed them on the chair, followed by my Y-fronts. I lay back down next to her and kissed her on the mouth. She reached her hand out again and gently grasped my shaft.

"I want to kiss it," she said. Obligingly I got to my knees, and she leaned over and kissed my tip, then took it gently inside her mouth, running her tongue around in a swirling motion.

I groaned, and said, "Don't take me too far – we have plenty of time."

Reluctantly she released me, and I bent to kiss her, tasting just a faint trace of myself on her lips.

I bent my mouth to her breasts again, then began to kiss down her stomach an inch at a time, towards the line of her panties. She reached down and pushed at the elastic, baring her carefully-trimmed mound to me, and I kissed her there. I caught a hint of the smell of her arousal, and breathed deeply in through my nose to take it in.

I knelt at her feet, and took hold of the elastic of her panties, gently pulling them down. When they were past her feet, Sarah drew her knees up and parted her legs, giving me full access to her.

I needed no further invitation, and bent my mouth between her legs to run my tongue over her entrance, then search for her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. I found the hard nub I sought, and she gave a little cry of pleasure as I flicked it gently. Then I brought my hand up between her legs and began to touch around and inside her with my fingers as my tongue gave attention to her clitoris.

Her hands went to her breasts and she began to touch her own nipples urgently with her fingers. I rested my other hand on her stomach just above her mound and felt the tension begin to build inexorably in her muscles.

I moved my tongue more insistently on her, and used one finger inside her to find the other sensitive spot. Suddenly she cried out and tensed as pleasure overwhelmed her. I continued to touch and tongue her until she subsided, then moved up to lie beside her as her rapid breathing began to slow.

"Wow," she said. "Thanks, Tim. That was great."

I smiled, and traced a lazy circle on her stomach with one finger.

We lay quietly for a few minutes, then she lifted herself onto one elbow and said, "Now, Tim, we've left something unfinished."

I smiled. "True; but trust me, I enjoyed what we already did immensely."

She paused. "What would be your favourite way to finish?"

"I'll show you," I said. "Stay there for the moment."

She laid back down, and I moved across her so that my penis was on her stomach and my chest was close to her face.

"I know what you want," she said with a grin. She parted her lips and put out the tip of her tongue to touch my nipple. I gave a little groan of pleasure.

She smiled and moved her mouth to my other nipple, tonguing it then suckling gently. I gasped, and she moved her hands up to begin to touch both my nipples, shifting her mouth and tongue from one to the other in turn.

She paused, and said, "I can feel you leaking a little against my stomach. I like it." She reached down a finger and touched the stickiness, then brought it to her lips. "Are you ready yet?"

I nodded, and slid off her. "Kneel up," I asked. She got to her knees, and I moved behind her, positioning my erection against her entrance. I pressed against her gently, sliding in fully. "Ahhhhhh," she said, as I reached her depths.

I began to move slowly in her, and moved one hand around to touch her clitoris. With my other hand I cupped one breast and touched the nipple, and she used a hand to mirror my movements on her other breast.

I began to move more rapidly, gasping into her ear. As my finger moved on her clitoris, she began to moan, quietly at first then louder.

I felt myself approaching my climax, and tried to hold back to give Sarah a little more time. But my orgasm hit me, and I moved deep inside her again as I spurted once, then again, then again. As she felt my warmth pour into her, and my finger on her clitoris, and my touch on her nipple, I felt another climax overtake her and her whole body tensed, a loud cry – almost a scream – of pleasure escaping her lips. I held her tightly in my arms, my hardness still deep inside her, until her shuddering subsided.

"Oh. my. goodness." she finally said. I nodded. "The girls must have heard that," she said, embarrassment and gentle defiance mixed in her voice.

I gently guided her to a lying position on the bed. I reached out to pull the covers over our naked bodies, and wrapped my arms around her from behind.

"I never want to let you go," I said.

"Don't ever," she said softly.



Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 15



We came down to breakfast in the morning, hand in hand. The girls were already in the kitchen, still in their nightwear, and as we sat down at the table Amy said, "Good morning, you two. I hope you got some sleep at least; we could tell you were enjoying yourselves."

"And how would you know that?" I asked, grinning, certain of what their answer would be.

"We were still clearing up in the dining room," replied Laura, "and we, er, heard you." She smiled shyly at Sarah.

"I definitely don't have any complaints," acknowledged Sarah with a grin. "Now, have you left us anything for breakfast?"

Amy got up and went to the stove. "Bacon in here," she said, uncovering a pan, "and eggs – here." She quickly cracked four eggs and started them frying.

"You don't plan on us going hungry," smiled Sarah.

"Got to keep your strength up," winked Amy.

We sat and chatted, making short work of bacon, eggs, toast, coffee.

"What would you all like to do today?" I asked.

"There's something I'd like us to do after breakfast," Sarah replied.

"Upstairs, or downstairs?" Amy teased.

"Hmm, that's mostly up to you," said Sarah, smiling. "Remember I said I'd brought you a few things – I'd really like to give them to you today. Then you can all try them on."

"Great," I said. "No need for us to get dressed, if we're going to be trying on Sarah's presents. Let's go in the living room, and Sarah can play Santa Claus."

Sarah disappeared upstairs to the guest room to fetch her surprises. The girls and I went through to the living room, and Amy and Laura sat side by side on one of the sofas while I took my usual armchair.

Sarah came back with several brightly-coloured bags. "This one's for you, Tim. Amy, here's yours. And Laura, yours."

"What about you?" I asked.

She produced another bag. "But you've already seen me in this outfit, so no surprises there."

"So why don't you go first," I said.

She pulled the garments out of the bag, then reached down and gracefully lifted her nightdress over her head, draping it over the back of a chair.

I could see that Amy and Laura's eyes were drawn to Sarah's body, and Sarah remained still for a moment, letting them look at her.

"Thanks, Sarah," said Amy finally. "You look great."

Sarah smiled, and pulled on her trousers, deftly tying the drawstring in a bow. Then she slipped the tunic over her head, and arranged her long scarf around her neck as they had seen her wear it before.

"I don't quite have the posture that the Indian girls have," she said. "I think they learn it from the moment they start to walk. But I do like this outfit."

"Who's next?" I asked.

"Why don't you try yours, Tim?" said Laura.

"Fair enough," I said. I looked in the bag, finding a pair of trousers much like Sarah's. Underneath was a flat packet containing something made from brightly coloured fabric. I pulled it out and unfolded the garment, seeing a richly-embroidered silk tunic with gold buttons at the high collar.

"Wow, Sarah, it's gorgeous!"

"Put them on," said Sarah.

I undid my dressing gown and slipped it off, laying it beside Sarah's nightdress. I glanced across; Sarah and the girls were watching me, and I took my time pulling on the trousers, tying the drawstring as I'd seen Sarah do. Then I slipped the embroidered tunic over my head and did up the buttons, straightening the high collar.

"That suits you," said Amy. "I can imagine you at an Indian wedding, like in those Bollywood films we watched."

"So that just leaves you two," said Sarah. "Laura, take a look in your bag."

Laura first pulled out what seemed to be yards of white linen. "What's this?" she asked.

"That's the petticoat," explained Sarah. Laura glanced over at Amy, then pulled her long t-shirt off over her head and dropped it on the floor. I looked across at her, taking in her petite but perfectly-proportioned figure.

"Should there be underwear with this?" asked Laura.

"Did you see me put any on?" grinned Sarah. "Most Indian women don't wear anything under the petticoat. Go on, try it."

Laura stepped into the petticoat, and Sarah moved over to help her arrange the folds. Then Laura reached into her bag again and took out the next item, a short blouse-like garment. She pulled it on over her head, and tugged it down over her breasts. "Isn't it a little tight?" she said.

"Hmm," said Sarah. "You're a bit bigger than I remembered, sorry. But it does look good fitting you that closely."

"Definitely," I said. "I like it. Is it time for Amy to dress up?"

"The outfit isn't finished yet, Tim," said Sarah, pretending to be severe. She reached into Laura's bag and pulled out the final garment.

"I'm going to need to help you with this," she said to Laura. "But you'll soon get the hang of it."

Sarah tucked the top edge of one end of the sari into the front of Laura's petticoat, then took the remaining length of the fabric and pleated it lengthways. She draped the pleated fabric over Laura's left shoulder from front to back, then pulled the inside of the pleat across Laura's stomach, tucking it into the top of the petticoat again. She moved round behind Laura and took the end of the pleat across her back, draping its length over Laura's right shoulder from back to front so that the pattern matched Laura's left side.

"That's the Bengali way of wearing a sari," she said. Laura walked tentatively forward, the garment flowing around her, the hem just brushing the floor.

"Wow, thanks, Sarah," said Laura, leaning over and kissing her on the cheek.

"You look great," said Amy. "Is mine like that too?"

"Take a look," smiled Sarah.

Amy opened her bag, and pulled out brightly-patterned trousers, then what looked like a long tunic, and finally a filmy scarf.

"This is a salwar kameez," explained Sarah.

Amy glanced at me, and removed her t-shirt. She pulled on the loose-fitting trousers, then slipped the tunic over her head. The garment had a deeply scooped neckline, and Sarah said, "You can wear it like that to show off, or if you want to look a little more modest when you go out, the scarf goes on in loose folds at the front so the ends hang down your back."

She demonstrated, and Amy smiled, spinning round and twirling the hanging ends of the scarf.

"You all look fantastic," I said. "Good job I know where the camera is."

I opened a drawer and pulled out the camera, putting it on the table.

"I can set it on automatic, get a few shots," I explained, pressing buttons. I walked over to Sarah, and put my arm round her waist. "Come on, girls."

Amy came to my side, and Laura to Sarah's, and we posed, waiting for the shutter sound. The camera began to click every few seconds, and the girls shifted between each shot, experimenting with the position of their arms and their stance.

The camera stopped, and I walked over to retrieve it. I glanced at the images on the small screen, and grinned. "These are fantastic," I said. "I'll put them on the computer later so you can see them."

I paused, then added, "Maybe I'll put them on one of those Indian dating sites, see if we get any offers for you two."

"Tim, you are bad!" laughed Sarah. Amy and Laura looked more thoughtful than I'd expected.

"Anyway, what shall we do next?" I asked.

"Well," sighed Amy, "these are gorgeous, but we can't really wear them all day."

"Maybe we'll find an occasion to wear them again sooner than you think," I said, glancing at Sarah. She gave me a puzzled look.

"Will you help me fold this up, Sarah?" asked Laura.

"Of course," replied Sarah, and helped Laura unwind the sari and put it carefully back in its bag.

"I think we can manage the rest," said Amy. "Come on, Laura, let's go upstairs and change."

The girls left the room. Sarah looked at me. "What did you mean, an occasion?"

"You'll find out soon enough," I smiled.

"OK," she said, realising I wouldn't be drawn into giving any more away. "Do you want to change too?"

"Think I'd better," I said. "I could probably do with a shower too."

"OK, you go and do that," she said. "I'll wait for the girls to come back."

I went upstairs and carefully took off my new outfit, hanging the tunic in my wardrobe and folding the trousers carefully before putting them in a drawer. I quickly showered, then dressed, the Western-style clothes feeling strange for a few moments compared to Sarah's gifts.

I went back down to find the girls now dressed in their usual jeans and t-shirts, chatting to Sarah.

"What does everyone want to do now?" I asked. "We have some time before lunch. What is for lunch, anyway?"

"Always thinking about your stomach," teased Sarah. "We bought salad stuff, remember?"

"Great," I said. "We can eat outside."

"Actually, I fancy a swim," said Amy, "then sunbathe a bit."

"Great idea," said Laura.

"I'll bring a book and watch you two swim," I said.

Sarah thought for a moment and said, "I'll bring the laptop and catch up on some emails."

"That's sorted, then," I said. "Meet you at the pool."

We gathered at the pool a few minutes later, the girls already in their bikinis, Sarah carrying her laptop, me a book. Sarah and I settled ourselves comfortably in the loungers at the side of the pool, and the girls dived in to the water. Soon they were alternating lengths of the pool with squealing and splashing one another.

I looked across at Sarah. "I can't imagine anything better than this," I said.

She glanced up from the screen and smiled. "Same here," she said.

After the girls had swum for quite a while, they got out of the water and came over.

"Time to get some sun," said Amy. "Come with us, Tim? We need someone to help us with our sun lotion."

I chuckled. "It won't do me any good to point out that you could do each other?"

Amy smiled. "You know that's not the point. Sarah, do you want to catch some rays?"

"I'll be along in a while," Sarah replied. "Got to finish this email."

The girls and I walked over to the middle of the grassy area outside Laura's studio, and Amy spread out the blanket she'd brought. Laura handed me the bottle of sun lotion, and said, "You first, Amy."

Amy knelt down facing away from me and reached behind to untie her bikini top, tossing it to the edge of the blanket. I poured lotion into my hands and let the liquid warm up for a moment, before applying it to Amy's back and shoulders.

Amy turned her head to look at me and said, "Got to do my front, too." She turned round, and I replenished the lotion in my hands, then started to gently apply it to the top of her chest.

"Everywhere," she reminded me. I complied, running my hands down onto her breasts. She gasped as my fingers brushed her nipples.

"You sure sunbathing is all you want to do before lunch?" I teased.

She looked up at me and smiled. "It would be great to go a little further, but Laura and I promised Sarah that we would wait while tonight, then we can all be together."

"Hmm, delayed gratification," I grinned. "Well, the three of you is a more compelling prospect than just one or two marshmallows. So I'll see if I can resist what's in front of my face – literally."

I bent down and quickly flicked one nipple with my tongue, tasting the sun lotion.

"No fair," Amy pretended to protest.

"Anyway, it's my turn," reminded Laura, undoing her top. I did for her as I'd done for Amy, again giving just enough attention to her breasts to provide a foretaste of what they had obviously planned for us later in the day.

The girls were lying on their backs, eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the sun on their bodies, when Sarah walked over from the pool.

"Are you done on both sides yet?" she teased.

"Do you want to join them?" I asked. "I didn't use all the lotion."

"After lunch," she decided.

"Are you hungry yet?" I asked.

"Think I could eat something. What about you, girls?"

"Mm-hmm," came the reply.

"Great," I said, "We'll go and fetch stuff."

Sarah and I headed for the kitchen, and returned with the salad – lettuce, pickles, cold meat, tomatoes. The girls sat up, tying their tops back on, and we ate with our fingers.

"That was delicious," said Laura. "Would anybody mind if I did some painting this afternoon, I have an idea for a new picture?"

"No problem," I said.

"I think I'll be really boring and sort out my college notes, work out what's on the reading list for next year," said Amy.

Laura walked the short distance to her studio, while Amy went back to the house.

"You still up for a laze in the sun?" I asked Sarah.

"Sure," she smiled. "The girls went topless, I'm sure nobody will mind if I go a little further than that, seeing as I didn't bring my swimsuit out with me."

"You won't hear any complaints from me," I smiled.

Sarah pulled her tunic off, then loosened the knot of her drawstring and stepped out of the trousers.

"Wouldn't do any harm for you to get some sun, too," she hinted.

I grinned. "I don't need to be asked twice."

I undressed, then picked up the bottle of sun lotion. "You do me?" I said.

Sarah took the bottle, and gently massaged lotion into my back and shoulders. I turned round, and she did my chest, watching my eyes as her fingers moved over my nipples.

"Now me," she said. I did her back, then slid my hands lower down to cover her bottom. "After all, don't want this part to get burnt."

I moved round in front of her and started on her breasts, brushing her nipples with my palms. She gasped, and said, "I promised the girls not till tonight."

I slid my hand down her stomach and onto her mound. "I don't think they'll mind if I just give you a starter."

She closed her eyes and arched her chest toward me. I bent to tongue her nipples, and slid my hand lower to her entrance. She was already very wet, and my fingers slipped easily inside her. She moaned as I found her clitoris with my thumb and started to caress it gently.

I moved my other hand round behind her and drew a finger gently down her slippery bottom until I found what I sought. I pressed my fingertip carefully into her other opening, and she gasped.

"I remember you touching me there that first time in India," she said in a throaty voice. "I liked it then too."

I moved my finger a little further inside, and increased the pressure on her clitoris simultaneously with suckling the nipple that was between my lips.

"Ohhh," she said, "I won't take very long at all at this rate." Then true to her word, her body tensed and began to shake, and she gave a long moan, not as loud as the previous night but enough to send a thrill through me.

When her shaking subsided, I took her in my arms, feeling the slipperiness of the sun lotion on our bodies.

"Now," I said tenderly, "let's not waste all the trouble we went to preparing for the sun."

She nodded, and lay down on her back. I lay beside her, and twined my fingers in hers as we dozed off in the warm sunshine.

I was woken by the shadow of one of the large trees coming over my eyes as the sun moved round.

"You awake, Sarah?" I asked.

"Mmm-hmm," came the reply.

"Think we've had the best of the sun," I said. "You ready to go in?"

"OK," she said. She sat up, and pulled on her tunic. "Don't really need the trousers just to walk across to the house."

I pulled on my shirt likewise and we walked back to the house. Amy was just coming down the stairs from her room.

"You two look like castaways on a desert island," she grinned.

Laura came in from her studio, a smear of paint still in her hair. "There's an idea," she said. "I could do a Gauguin of you two."

"Think we need a shower before we do anything at all," I said. "That sun lotion is a bit sticky."

"Meet you in the kitchen, then," said Amy. "My turn to cook."

Sarah and I went upstairs and showered – we held off any more intimate touching – then returned downstairs feeling much fresher. Amy was making some kind of bolognese sauce and pasta, and I fetched wine for us. Laura had managed to get the paint off, and we chatted while Amy stirred the pans.

"Might as well just eat at the kitchen table," said Amy.

"Sure," I said. She served out the meal, and we dug in.

When we'd finished, I poured more wine and we sat in comfortable silence for a while.

"Anyone ready for bed?" I asked.

Sarah grinned. "Definitely. How about you, girls?"

"Wild horses couldn't keep us away," said Amy.



Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 16



Sarah led the way up the stairs, followed by Amy and Laura. I went last, hardly believing that I was here, now, with these three beautiful women with whom I'd become so close. I felt a thrill of anticipation for what was about to happen, and resolved that for my part, I would do my very best to ensure that each one felt loved and appreciated.

We went into the master bedroom and Sarah knelt on the bed. "Amy, Laura, come to me," she said. The girls complied, Amy kneeling on her right, Laura on her left.

"Tim, you're clearly outnumbered," Amy said with a grin, "and I vote that Sarah gets to enjoy herself first, then Laura, me, and you come last. We promise you won't miss out."

I returned her grin. "No arguments from me. I do have one thing to confess, though."

She looked at me quizzically.

"I did give Sarah a little appetiser this afternoon while we were sunbathing," I explained.

Amy smiled. "That's fine by us. After all, we started it by tempting you with the sun lotion."

"Anyway, we're here now, so no need to hold off the marshmallows," added Laura.

"Good job I know some psychology," said Sarah, "or I would really wonder what you were on about."

"Tim," she continued, "do you want to undress us?"

"I think that all of us should help," I said. "Let's start with you, as it's your turn first."

I moved over to her and started to undo the buttons of her blouse. Amy and Laura quickly caught on, Laura undoing the fastening of Sarah's wraparound skirt and removing it, while Amy moved behind Sarah to help me slip her blouse off. Then Amy unfastened Sarah's bra and discarded it, leaving me to bend my mouth to Sarah's now-bare breasts and begin to kiss and tongue them passionately.

Still behind Sarah, Amy slipped her hand down the back of Sarah's panties and obviously began to touch her opening from behind, while Laura did the same from the front, sliding her hand over Sarah's mound and beginning to touch her sensitive nub.

"Ohhh," gasped Sarah. "I don't think that orgasm this afternoon has slowed me down at all. Quite the opposite."

I drew her forward so that she was on hands and knees, and Amy helped me remove Sarah's panties. Sarah returned to her kneeling position, and Amy continued to use her fingers on Sarah's entrance from behind while Laura and I changed over, Laura now using her mouth on Sarah's breasts while I touched Sarah with my fingers and thumb.

"Amy," I said, "you remember Ralph, don't you?"

For a split second Amy looked puzzled, then her face showed comprehension. She carefully moved her fingers back to touch Sarah's rear opening, then slid one finger in just a little way. Laura began to touch both Sarah's breasts more urgently with her hands and mouth, and I slid a finger a little deeper inside Sarah to search for the other sensitive spot I knew I would find.

Sarah's breathing quickened and she began to gasp, then gave her characteristic drawn-out moan as she climaxed, her body shaking.

Amy wrapped her arms around Sarah from behind and held her close, while Laura and I hugged her.

"Phew," said Sarah when she had got her breath back. "That was intense. Thank you, Tim. Thanks, Amy, Laura."

I grinned. "Do you think you're ready to help us give Laura what she's been waiting for? Remember, I got her all excited before lunch."

"I think I could lend a hand," smiled Sarah. She stretched out her arm and put her hand behind Laura's head, pulling her close and kissing her on the lips. Laura's eyes widened in momentary shock, then she relaxed into the kiss.

Sarah pulled slowly away, and I said, "Hmm, Sarah, I think you surprised her."

Amy interjected, "I think I could cope with the same kind of surprise when it's my turn."

"I won't forget," promised Sarah with a wink.

"Anyway, it's still Laura's turn," I reminded them. I leaned over and kissed Laura myself, tasting a faint hint of Sarah's lipstick on her.

Amy reached out a tentative hand to the hem of Laura's t-shirt. She glanced at Laura; Laura nodded, and Amy used both hands to lift the t-shirt over Laura's head and discard it. Sarah moved round behind Laura and unhooked her bra.

Amy bent down to Laura's bare breast and kissed it, then took the nipple between her lips gently. Sarah began to use her mouth on Laura's other breast, and Laura closed her eyes, smiling dreamily.

I moved down and undid the buttons of Laura's jeans, sliding them down. Without being distracted from the attention she was receiving, she flexed her hips to allow me to take her jeans off completely. Then I reached for her panties, removing them in the same way. I moved up between her thighs and kissed the blonde fur of her mound, then gently explored the top of her slit with my tongue. She moved her legs slightly apart, giving me access to her wetness.

I ran my tongue up and down her entrance, then gently touched her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. I brought my hand up and slid a finger inside her, moving my tongue more insistently on her clitoris. She began to gasp, and put my other hand on her stomach, feeling her muscles begin to tense in the giveaway sign that her orgasm was close.

Then her back arched, and she moaned, pressing herself into my mouth. I continued to tongue her until she subsided back against the bed.

Amy stroked Laura's hair, and Sarah held her hand, while I moved back up and put an arm around her.

"Thanks, guys," she said quietly.

"Should we take a minute?" I said. "I could do with a glass of water."

"I'm in no rush," said Amy. "Don't be too long, though, lover." She winked.

I went through to the en-suite and drank, splashing my face and then drying it with a towel.

I went back into the bedroom and stopped in momentary surprise. Amy had already undressed, and was kneeling on the bed facing me.

"Come here, lover," she said, her eyes sparkling. I walked over to the bed, and she patted the space by her.

"Lie down," she requested, and I complied with her request. She shifted her body on top of me so that her wet entrance was against my penis, and began to slowly move against me, pressing her clitoris against my shaft.

"Mm, feels good," I said.

She smiled. "Sure does." She turned to Sarah. "Now, Sarah, you promised."

Sarah smiled, and bent to kiss Amy on the lips. Amy put her hand behind Sarah's head and pulled her harder against her mouth.

As she kissed Sarah, Amy flexed her hips against me, and I said, "Don't take me too far – it's still your turn, remember."

Amy released Sarah from their kiss, and moved upwards on me until her entrance was close to my mouth. I began to touch her with my tongue, and she closed her eyes. Sarah bent her head to Amy's breasts, while Laura slid her hand between Amy's legs from behind and began to use her fingers inside Amy.

Then Laura paused, and reached over to the bedside table to pick something up. I recognised the slim plastic cylinder that had proved so useful before. She slid the toy inside Amy, moving it gently, and Amy moaned. I began to move my tongue more quickly on her, and she flexed her hips against my mouth, pressing into me.

Laura withdrew the toy, and making sure it was slippery from Amy's juices, pressed it gently against Amy's rear opening. Amy gasped, and said in a voice just slightly throaty, "Oh, yes." Laura pressed the toy in a little further.

Like a tidal wave breaking, Amy's orgasm overtook her, and Sarah held her as she shook against my mouth. Laura withdrew the toy, and wrapped her arms tightly around her friend.

After a minute or two, Amy slid off me. She glanced across at Sarah and Laura. "So, how are we going to return all these favours that Tim has been doing for us?"

Sarah grinned. She bent down to kiss me on the mouth – I could taste Amy on her lips – then she moved down and started to tongue one nipple. Amy moved to give attention to the other nipple with her mouth, and I gasped.

Sarah lifted her head and said, "Now, Laura, you carry on." Laura replaced Sarah, who moved down and kissed the tip of my penis, still wet from Amy's entrance against it.

Then Sarah took the tip of my penis into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. I gasped again, and said, "Sarah, I'm really close. Can I be inside you?"

She smiled, and released my penis, shifting her body across me. She guided me into her, and slid herself down on me so I was penetrating her fully. Amy and Laura continued their attention to my chest, and I reached out to touch Sarah's gorgeous breasts as she began to move up and down on me. I felt my climax begin, and flexed my hips against Sarah as I began to spurt into her. A dreamy smile spread over her face, and I felt her tense around me, not with an orgasm of the same power that had caused her to cry out, but something gentler, more intimate.

She waited a few moments, and carefully slid off me, lying down to pillow her head on my chest. Amy and Laura lay down too, and the four of us made a comfortable tangle of bodies. Sarah reached out and turned off the light, and one of the girls pulled the covers over us all. I lay in the dark, feeling the warmth and closeness of my wonderful companions. Their soft breathing was somehow soothing, and I drifted off to sleep with my arms around them.



Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 17



I woke in the morning to find only Sarah with me.

"The girls slipped out a little while ago. They said something about bacon sandwiches," Sarah explained.

I chuckled. "I told them once that if you give a man bacon and coffee in the morning before you ask him anything, he'll give you whatever you want."

"I'll remember that," Sarah grinned. "It'll come in handy."

"Is there something you had in mind to ask me?" I queried.

"Maybe," she said, enigmatically.

Just then the girls came back in, Amy carrying a tray. She put the tray down on the bed, and Laura poured the coffee.

"Thanks, girls, that's really thoughtful," I said.

Amy grinned. "Just like old times, eh."

We sat and ate in companionable silence, then I said, "So, what does everyone want to do today?"

"I'd like to carry on working on my canvas," replied Laura.

"More study for me," said Amy. "I've really got into some of my college books for next year."

She and Laura got up and gave us both a quick kiss – "A promise for later," grinned Amy – then they left for their own pursuits.

"That just leaves you and me. What would you like to do?" I asked Sarah.

"What I'd really like is to go for a long walk with you, somewhere rugged," she replied.

"I know the perfect place," I said. "It's only a short drive away."

"Let's get ready, then," she said. We went into the en-suite and showered together, then I dried her with one of the large fluffy towels.

"That's lovely," she said as I held her close with only the towel between us. "But don't get me too excited or we'll never make it to our walk."

I grinned. "OK," I said, releasing her.

She quickly dressed, this time choosing a practical sweater and skirt combination. "I have some walking shoes in my luggage," she said.

When we were both ready we got into the car and set off down the road in the opposite direction to town. On the horizon loomed an outcrop of jagged rocks.

"That's where we're going," I indicated. "The moor rises behind the rocks and then there's a steep escarpment – the walking route along the edge is one of my favourites."

We reached the spot where I usually parked when I came this way, and set off on foot through a small patch of woodland and up onto the moor. Sarah kept up with my pace, and I let her get a little ahead of me so that I could look at her.

She turned her head to look over her shoulder. "Not flagging already?" she teased.

"No, just wanted to look at you," I said truthfully.

She smiled. "Come here," she said. I caught up with her, and she took my face in her hands and kissed me.

We continued on, reaching the start of the path along the edge. Sarah stopped, and looked out over the plain at the bottom of the cliffs. She was still for so long that I said, "Are you OK?"

She looked wistful. "If this was India, you'd see the smoke of cooking fires, there'd be the scent of flowers and the jungle, a hint of the coming rains. Maybe there'd be a vulture or two circling."

"You really miss it, don't you," I said. She nodded, then started to walk on.

When we'd been going a while, we came to one of my favourite spots, a large flat rock facing the edge. We sat down on the rock and I put my arm around Sarah's shoulders.

I took a deep breath. "Sarah, this might seem a little soon, but things between us – and with you and the girls – have worked so easily, that I want to ask you something."

She turned her face to me, her expression a mixture of hope, confusion, perhaps even a little fear.

I waited a moment, then said slowly, "Sarah Fox, will you marry me?"

Her eyes were suddenly wet. "Tim, yes, I will."

I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her. "Hey, leave the breath in me," she teased.

"There's more," I said. She looked at me uncomprehendingly.

"You know I'm pretty well off financially," I said. "If we planned carefully, I could stop working, and we'd be free to do whatever we wanted."

I paused, then continued, "It'd be much cheaper living in India. We could all go."

Tears were running down her cheeks now, and I held her gently in my arms.

After a few minutes, she sniffled, and tried to wipe her eyes on her sleeve. "Here," I said, passing her some paper hankies. "Good job I always have a pocket full of these."

She dried her eyes and blew her nose loudly. "Are you certain this is what you want, Tim?"

"Definitely," I replied. "We'll have to talk to the girls about it, of course; I know they have plans, but I already have some ideas about that."

Sarah stood up. "Tim," she said, "Do you know of anywhere round here where we could have some privacy?"

I thought for a moment. "Just back from the cliffs a little further down the path, there's a stone barn – I think the farmer keeps extra straw and some hay for the cattle in there."

"Perfect," she said. "Let's go."

She led the way along the path, and shortly the barn came into sight. We opened the door and went inside. The space was lit by shafts of sunlight from the high window openings, and the fragrance of hay filled the air.

I closed the door behind us, and turned back to Sarah. Straight away she was in my arms, kissing me urgently. I returned her kisses, and my hands searched for the bottom of her sweater, then moved up inside it to touch her breasts. I'd noticed she hadn't bothered with a bra, and her soft breasts filled my hands. I caressed them, and felt her nipples harden against my palms.

"Take my sweater off," Sarah breathed, and I complied, lifting the garment over her head and draping it over a wooden beam before returning my attention to her breasts. I bent to kiss them, and took one nipple gently between my lips.

I felt her hands at the fastening of my jeans, and she slid them down for me to step out of.

"Take me now," she whispered. She turned to face away from me and rested her hands on a beam.

I lifted her skirt up, unsurprised to find that she had also omitted panties, and moved up close behind her, pressing my hard tip against her entrance. I slid into her, and moved one hand to caress her breasts, the other to start touching her clitoris.

I began to move in and out of her, and I felt her breathing change. Soon I was approaching my own climax, and as I spurted into her she cried out, shuddering as her own orgasm took her.

I held her close for a while, then carefully moved back, withdrawing from her. She turned to face me again and held me tightly. "Thanks, Tim. It really feels like we've made our plans certain now."

"Shall we get back to the girls?" I suggested. "We have a lot to talk to them about."

She nodded. She put her sweater back on as I retrieved my jeans, and we left the barn, returning to the path to retrace our steps.

I drove us home, and as we pulled up to the house I saw Laura making her way back from her studio, obviously having heard the car on the drive.

We went into the kitchen to make coffee, and the girls joined us.

"Sarah, your eyes are red," said Amy with concern in her voice. "Have you been crying? Is everything OK?"

"I'm fine," smiled Sarah. "Happy crying. But Tim and I do have some news."

She took a deep breath. "Tim has asked me to marry him, and I said yes."

The girls squealed with delight and surrounded Sarah, hugging her enthusiastically.

Amy turned to me. "Well done, Uncle Tim." I noticed that she named our real family relationship.

A mischievous grin spread across her face, and she turned back to Sarah. "That'll make you my step-aunt – that's nearly stepmother. You could be wicked, and beat me and Laura, and make us scrub floors."

Sarah pretended a menacing expression – I decided she was thinking of Cruella DeVille – then hugged the two girls and kissed their hair.

"There is something else," I said. "Sarah was talking about how much she missed India. We wondered if there was a way we could all go."

"A holiday would be lovely," said Laura.

But Amy had grasped my meaning, and sank down onto her chair, her thoughts obviously whirling.

"Move to India?" she said. Laura caught up, and reached out to put her hand on Amy's.

Amy said slowly, "I hear it's a fast-growing economy, lots of entrepreneurs, plenty of opportunity."

"Trust you to be the level-headed one, thinking about business," teased Laura. "Think of the culture! Those temples, the carvings, the paintings."

"We don't have to decide straight away," I said. "I know you'll need time to think about how it would change your plans."

Amy nodded. "Laura and I will talk about it."

"Now," said Sarah, "is anyone hungry yet?"

"Not very," said Amy. "I know – we can have a snack now, then go out later for a meal to celebrate your engagement."

"Excellent idea," I said. "Could everyone cope with beans on toast? Think it's my turn to cook."

There were nods around the table, so I lit the grill to make the toast and went to fetch tins from the cupboard.

When I returned, Amy and Laura were deep in conversation. Sarah watched me cooking, obviously leaving the girls space for their discussion.

I finished heating the beans, and served the food. When we'd finished eating, I said, "I know it's been an eventful morning. What shall we do this afternoon before we get ready to go out?"

"It's still sunny," said Sarah, "so we should make the most of it. How about we play Triv on the lawn?"

"Great idea," I said. "Amy and I will take on the two of you."

Sarah grinned. "I think you've made a tactical error there. You two may know all the factual stuff – what are the categories, science and nature, maybe geography? – but I think we have the advantage over you with the rest."

"We'll see," I said.

I fetched the Trivial Pursuit set from the living room, and we went out to the garden, sitting round a plastic table to play.

At first the game went my and Amy's way, and we got to four cheeses with some good luck on the history and entertainment categories. But then Sarah and Laura caught up, getting a couple of really easy questions for the science and geography cheeses, and suddenly only needed the literature cheese to win.

Laura rolled the dice, and moved her team's piece to the literature square.

I picked up the question card and read. I groaned. "We've had it now."

Sarah grinned triumphantly. "Go on, read the question."

"Who played the gamekeeper in the screen adaptation of Lady Chatterley's Lover?"

Sarah and Laura exchanged glances, and chorused in appalling Yorkshire accents, "Sean Bean! Ee, my lady!"

Amy picked up the literature cheese and dropped it in, finishing the game.

"Well done," she said. "That was fun."

Sarah glanced at her watch. "Don't know about anyone else, but I'm starting to get hungry again. Shall we talk about where we're going to eat?"

"What about a curry?" suggested Laura. "If we're thinking about moving there permanently, we should get more used to the food."

"The food at Satpura was great," said Amy, remembering.

"Curry sounds good," said Sarah. "I have a suggestion. How about we put on our Indian clothes?"

"That's a great idea," I said. "Laura, do you think you'll be OK with that sari?"

She smiled. "If Amy can lend me some safety pins, I think I'll cope."

"Great," said Sarah. "Tim, I guess you can manage your outfit – the girls and I will go up and get ready properly."

"Can't wait," I said. "I've seen what you three can do. Give me a shout when you're about half an hour from ready."

They went upstairs, and I settled down with a book. I was deeply into the plot of an adventure romance set in the Egyptian ruins of Ethiopia, when I heard a voice calling my name from upstairs.

I went to the bottom of the stairs and looked up. Sarah was standing there in her Indian tunic and trousers, but there was something different about her, something elusive and exotic.

Before I could try to pin it down, she said, "Half hour warning. See you at the car!" And she vanished back into the flat.

I went up the stairs, quickly showered, and dressed in the outfit Sarah had got for me. I rummaged in a drawer, and found the gold wristwatch I'd bought on a whim but never worn; it seemed to fit with the persona suggested by my clothes.

I came downstairs to find Sarah and the girls waiting for me. Laura's sari was flawlessly placed, and Amy looked comfortable in her salwar kameez. I looked again at each of them; they both seemed to have acquired the mysterious something I had perceived in Sarah a few minutes before.

We left the house and got into the car, Amy helping Laura get the flowing fabric of her sari in without mishap. I drove into town and parked. We got out and walked towards the Indian restaurant I remembered.

We walked into the restaurant, and the manager approached us. "A table for four?" he asked.

"Yes, please," replied Sarah. Then she spoke to him in a language I recognised as Hindi. He looked surprised for a moment, then replied. Sarah smiled, and spoke again, but this time not in Hindi. Her words sounded more Chinese than anything, though the characteristic singsong tone seemed to be missing.

The manager grinned broadly, and called across to one of the waiters. The waiter showed us to a table, while the manager walked over to the kitchen intercom and spoke animatedly for what seemed a considerable time.

The waiter took drinks orders, and returned with our drinks, as well as a pitcher of a creamy-looking liquid and four glasses.

"Sarah my love," I said, "you never cease to surprise me. What have you pulled out of the hat this time?"

"I'm sure you believe in serendipity," she replied. "The people who run this place are from the same area where I'm based in India. The manager was delighted that I could speak to him in his own language."

"Dare I ask what we're getting to eat?" asked Amy with a grin.

"He said not to worry about ordering, he would make sure we got an amazing meal," Sarah said. "Try the drink – it's only yogurt and fruit juice."

Amy poured a little into her glass and sipped. "Wow," she said, "that's gorgeous. Really refreshing."

She poured full glasses for all of us, and we drank.

"Mm," I said. "I would never have thought to try this."

The waiter approached carrying a large plate, which he put down in the centre of the table.

The plate contained a variety of small items – what looked like tiny samosas, small pieces of meat on sticks, little cakes of some kind of fried vegetable.

"Starters, I guess," said Sarah. "Tuck in."

We started to eat. "Mm," said Amy, "these are delicious."

"By the way," I said, "I can't contain my curiosity any more. What did you three do to yourselves, there's something different I can't put my finger on."

Sarah chuckled. "I thought you'd notice. It's just makeup, but I darkened the girls' hair a little too."

"It has quite an effect," I confessed.

Just then the waiter arrived and lit the candles in the food warmers. He returned with a large bowl of rice, then several dishes.

I helped Sarah and the girls to rice, then took some myself. "Who's going to be brave?" I said.

Sarah took a spoon and tasted the dish nearest to her. Her eyes widened and she said, "This is good. I recognise the taste, I've had it before, but this is better."

"I'm convinced," I said, spooning some of the contents onto my rice. The girls followed suit with the other dishes, and we started to eat.

"Hmm, this one's a little spicy," said Laura. She sipped more of the creamy drink. "But this cools it down."

As we finished each dish, the waiter brought other items – what looked like deep-fried vegetables, potato cakes, even some chips.

Finally we sat back. "I don't think I could eat another thing," said Sarah.

The manager approached and spoke to her in the language I didn't recognise.

"Apparently there's one more dish," explained Sarah. "But it's dessert."

The waiter brought a curved metal dish, containing something looking like a creamy rice pudding.

"What's in it?" I asked.

Sarah thought for a moment. "Rice, coconut milk, some kind of nuts, sultanas, sugar. Spices, but I don't even know the name of those."

"Sounds harmless enough," I said. I took a spoonful and tried it. "Mm, delicious."

The girls wasted no time in digging in to the creamy dessert, and even Sarah managed a couple of spoonfuls. Finally we sat back, completely satisfied.

After a few minutes, the manager returned. Sarah translated his words.

"He hopes we've enjoyed our meal. He asks that we think well of his country and people."

"Please," I said, "tell him we enjoyed ourselves immensely. How much is the bill?"

Sarah spoke to him, and listened to the reply.

"He says that it's been a pleasure serving us, and to see Westerners who've gone to the trouble of dressing properly, learning his language. There's no charge."

As Sarah finished speaking, the manager made a gesture with his hands that was unmistakeable as one of deep respect, and withdrew.

We walked back to the car, and I drove us home. We went into the kitchen and I made coffee for all of us.

As we sat and sipped, Amy suddenly spoke.

"I've made up my mind. I know it's not rational, but that man – the food – his generosity – Sarah speaking that language – the clothes – how I felt in the clothes and makeup – I want to go to India."

She wiped her eyes. "Laura, I'm sorry, we haven't had time to talk properly like I promised."

Laura put out her hand to Amy's. "You know me," she said. "I make up my mind quickly, even big decisions. I'll go."

I covered their hands with mine, and Sarah did likewise.

"Then we're decided," I said. "I'll talk to my boss tomorrow."



Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 18



"I think it's time we got some sleep," said Sarah.

I yawned. "Definitely. It's been a fantastic day, but I'm worn out."

"I think we're all tired," said Sarah. "But girls, just in case you had any doubts... Come to bed."

Amy nodded, her face showing a complex mixture of emotions – relief, gratitude, hope. And love.

Sarah got up and walked towards the stairs. I went with her, and Amy and Laura followed, Laura's sari brushing the carpet as she walked.

We went into the master bedroom, and Sarah said, "I guess you want a hand with getting out of that, Laura."

"Hmm, definitely," said Laura.

Sarah made sure she removed the vital safety pins, then carefully unwound the fabric from Laura until she was left in the short blouse and petticoat. Sarah folded the sari and placed it carefully on a shelf.

Laura pulled the short top off over her head and put it aside, then slipped out of the petticoat. As before, she hadn't worn anything underneath, and I looked appreciatively at her unclothed body, admiring her petite figure and small but perfect breasts as she stood before me. I was certain Sarah and Amy were doing much the same.

"Your turn, Amy," said Laura.

Amy pulled her long tunic over her head, then slipped the trousers off. Again I took my time looking at her fuller but still girlish figure.

She smiled. "Come on, Tim, you can't always be last."

I quickly undressed, and tried not to be self-conscious with three pairs of female eyes looking at me.

"My turn," said Sarah, gracefully removing her loose tunic and trousers.

"Sarah, you look amazing," said Amy.

Sarah smiled. "Good job Tim thinks so, too. I was a little concerned that he might forget to notice me with you two around."

"Never," I said. I yawned. "OK, let's crash out."

I pulled back the covers and picked a spot in the middle of the big bed, settling myself comfortably. Sarah joined me, pillowing her head on my chest, her hair spilling over me.

Amy and Laura completed the pattern, Amy lying next to Sarah and draping her arm over Sarah's body so her hand rested on my stomach. Laura lay down on my other side, and I slipped my arm under her head. I pulled the covers over us and turned out the light.

"I'll probably get up pretty early, to go into work and talk with my boss," I said, "but I'll try not to disturb you. Have a lie-in, and I should be back in time to make you a late breakfast."

"Sounds perfect," said Amy, her voice sleepy.

***

I woke early, as I'd expected, and carefully managed to untangle myself without waking anyone. I looked back at them as I went out through the bedroom door; the girls had snuggled closer to Sarah to fill the gap I'd left, and I decided that she looked very like a mother cat with her kittens. A sudden swell of emotion hit me, and I thanked whatever God there might be, for what I'd been given, however short or long a time it might last.

I put on my suit for the first time in days, the clothes feeling strange. Then I got into the car and drove towards the office. It was still very early, and the car park was practically empty when I arrived, though I noticed with relief that my boss's car was already there. I didn't want to wait till everyone else was in the office; I didn't feel prepared for the inevitable sympathy. Or perhaps worse, the friends and colleagues who would want to show sympathy but wouldn't really know how, and would feel awkward and perhaps a little guilty that they couldn't seem to find the words they wanted to say.

I used my security pass to open the outside door, and climbed the stairs to the top floor. I walked across the open-plan space to my boss's office. She saw me approaching through the glass wall of the office, and quickly got up from behind her desk to meet me as I opened the door.

"Tim!" she said, surprise in her voice. "We weren't expecting you for another week. How are you doing?"

"OK, thanks, Jo," I said. "Actually, I have some surprising news for you, and also something I need to discuss."

"Please, Tim, sit down," she said, indicating the sofa in the meeting area at one side of her office. I sat, and she sat next to me, turning to face me.

"Go ahead," she said.

"Well," I began, "this will probably seem very sudden to you, but..." I started to explain about Sarah. "It was so good of her to come over for the funeral, and she offered to help me sort things out in the house, and the girls like her, and..."

I felt tears running down my cheeks. Jo put an arm round my shoulders.

"Well," she said philosophically, "none of us are as young as we used to be. If a chance of happiness comes along again so soon, take hold of it with both hands."

I blinked away my tears. "I'm glad you understand."

"So what else did you need to talk about?" she asked.

"Well, Sarah has lived in India for several years, and she's really fallen in love with the place. I'd like to take the whole family over there, start again."

Jo was silent for several moments. Then she said decisively, "Tim, you've been a real asset to this company for the years you've been here. You took a big risk on the business's future when you bought into the profit-sharing scheme, and that counts for a lot – it could have gone either way. I don't want to lose you completely, but it'd be hypocritical of me, after what I just said, to try and persuade you to change your mind."

She paused, then went on, "You know we have an office in Kolkata. If you'd be prepared to work for us on a consultancy basis, and get into the office reasonably often when we needed you, I think we could work something out."

She thought for a while, then said, "The only issue I can see is that it might not be so easy for you to travel, depending on where exactly you move. The roads aren't great, it can take forever to get anywhere."

She rested her chin in her hands, considering the problem.

I couldn't repress a gentle laugh. "I didn't tell you what Sarah's work is, did I?"

She shook her head.

"She's a pilot – she flies our senior people round India. I think we could – what was it you said? – work something out."

Jo began to chuckle too. "I think we have a deal, Tim. And – congratulations." She leaned across, and my eyes widened as she placed a warm kiss firmly on my lips.

"I've been wanting to do that for ages," she said. "Now, don't worry about a thing – I'll write this up, and present it to the Board with my firm recommendation."

"I really appreciate this, Jo," I said, slightly dazed, still feeling the touch of her lips against mine. "And any time you feel like a break, we would love to have you to stay with us in India, and give you a holiday you'd never forget."

"I'll definitely take you up on that," she said. "Give my regards to Sarah and the girls."

I walked down the stairs, feeling as though my feet were barely touching the ground. I got into the car, and pulled out of the car park, realising that I might never need to come into this office again.

I stopped off at the supermarket on the way home, and bought treats for Sarah and the girls – breakfast pastries, coffee, fresh fruit, and more salad and cold stuff. I picked up some more wine, and on impulse a large bottle of champagne.

I drove the rest of the way home, parked the car, and unpacked the shopping. I made coffee, warmed the pastries, and carried a laden tray up to the bedroom.

The room was still dark, and I switched on one of the bedside lamps so as not to make the light suddenly uncomfortably bright. "Breakfast time, sleeping beauties."

Sarah stirred first, sitting up. The covers slipped from her, and despite her obvious sleepiness and her mussed hair, I felt the same thrill as always on seeing her unclothed.

"Mmm," she said, "you didn't take long. How did it go?"

"Unbelievable," I said. I explained Jo's offer.

Sarah blinked. "That's fantastic news."

"Absolutely. I think we can start to make serious plans."

Laura and Amy, still curled up against one another, stirred, and Amy opened her eyes.

"Come on, sleepy-heads," I teased, "breakfast's ready."

The two girls sat up sleepily, and accepted the mugs of coffee I offered.

"What's it like outside?" asked Laura.

"Lovely," I said. "Perfect weather for a picnic, and I brought everything we'll need. And a surprise, too."

"Sounds great," said Amy. "Mind if Laura and I shower first?"

"Go ahead," I grinned.

The two girls disappeared into the en-suite, and I could hear them giggling as they washed.

"Well, they sound like they're waking up a bit," I said. "How about you?"

"Try me," Sarah said, and I glanced up to see the inviting smile on her face.

She took hold of my tie and pulled gently, bringing my lips against hers. "You won't be needing your suit on any more today, will you."

I grinned. "No fear – or ever, if I can help it."

I removed my jacket, then slipped quickly out of my trousers. Sarah looked at me meaningfully, and I took off my Y-fronts and dropped them on the floor.

Sarah stood in front of me, the proximity of her naked body arousing me even further, and undid the buttons of my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders. Then she sank to her knees and took my already-hard penis between her hands, bending her head to kiss the tip and use her tongue on it. I stroked her hair, then put my hand behind her head as she took more of me into her mouth.

"Mm," I said, "that's good. But do you want to take me all the way like this?"

She didn't pause to answer, instead swirling her tongue more insistently on me. I groaned, and she began to use her hands on my shaft while continuing to move her lips and tongue on me. I climaxed suddenly, and spurted once, twice, filling her mouth with warm fluid. She smiled against me, and swallowed deliberately, using her tongue and lips to ensure that she got every drop.

She slowly released me, and straightened, putting her arms around me and pulling our bodies together.

"Now," she said, "why don't you eat something too?"

She indicated the bed, and I lay down, resting my head on the pillow. She straddled me, so that her already-wet entrance was against my mouth. I began to tongue her, and lifted my hands to touch her breasts and nipples. She responded, flexing against me. Then she leaned back a little way, stretching her hands behind her, and started to touch my nipples.

I gasped, and paused in my attentions to her. "Do you think I could be ready again?"

She smiled. "Worth a try. Now, you were in the middle of something?"

I started to tongue her again, and my mouth and hands on her seemed to be connected to her touch on my nipples. Gradually I felt her building towards her own climax, and suddenly she took her hands from my chest and pressed my fingers hard against her nipples, gasping as her orgasm shook her and I continued to use my tongue on her until she was entirely spent.

She shifted position and lay down, her body partly across mine.

"Don't go to sleep," I teased. She nodded, her eyes closed, her hair draped across my chest.

Just then the girls came back in, hair wet, wrapped in bath robes.

"Hmm, seems like we missed out," said Amy, amusement in her voice.

"Well," I said, "Sarah was doing her best to get me ready to try again, but I seem to have temporarily worn her out."

Amy gave a mischievous look. "Maybe in a little while," she said. "I'm sure we can make an opportunity while we're on our picnic."



Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 19



While Sarah showered and the girls dressed, I pulled on jeans and a t-shirt and went downstairs to prepare the picnic. I packed everything into a wicker basket, putting the bottle of champagne at the back. Then I put the basket into the boot of the car, along with the large blanket we'd used for sunbathing a couple of days before.

Sarah came downstairs, followed by the girls. "Gosh," she said, seeing the car ready to go, "that was efficient."

I'd already checked the map, and I drove us out into the countryside, to a place I'd been before. It was just inside the nearest national park, and off the main tourist routes. Especially on a weekday in term time, it was guaranteed to be practically deserted.

I drove to the very far end of the access road, and pulled the car onto the verge.

"Hope you brought reasonably sensible shoes," I said. "We'll be doing a little bit of scrambling."

We got out of the car, and Amy and Laura picked up the basket, carrying it between them. I took the blanket, and Sarah said, "Gosh, seems I get off lightly."

I grinned. "Well, you can always do the washing up."

We set off down the track, passing through woods full of bluebells.

"This is gorgeous," said Laura. "It'd make a lovely picture."

"We can come back before the bluebells are over," I promised her.

The track emerged from the woods at the bottom of a grassy slope, with more woodland at the other side.

"OK," I said, "this is where the going gets a bit rougher. The next piece of woodland isn't really on the public route, but I know the warden here, and he says there's nothing we can disturb or do any harm to."

I set out across the slope, Amy and Laura picking their way carefully with the basket, and Sarah following.

We reached the wood, and carried on into the trees until we reached the edge of a clearing surrounded by bluebells. Warm sunlight lit the grass, and at the far side of the clearing a small stream ran, murmuring gently.

The girls put the basket down and ran into the sunshine, Laura's hair glowing like gold in the light. Sarah and I followed them, and found a spot to spread out the blanket. Sarah lay down, her hands behind her head.

"What a perfect place," she said.

The girls came over, out of breath. "We'll fetch the basket now – we just couldn't resist, it's such a magical place."

They brought the basket over and Amy unfastened it. "Can I get stuff out?" she said.

"Sure," I grinned. She started to unpack and I waited for the reaction I knew I'd get.

"Oh!" she said. "So this is the surprise."

"Well, there might be more than one," I said, smiling.

She finished unpacking the picnic things and handed me the champagne. "I think you'd better open it," she said.

I pulled off the foil and untwisted the wire fastening, then put my thumbs on either side of the cork. The girls hammed it up, Amy putting her hands against her ears and screwing her eyes shut, while Laura hid her face against Amy's chest. Sarah smiled at their antics, then jumped, startled, as the cork left the bottle with a loud report.

The girls were in fits of giggles. "You haven't even drunk it yet," I pretended to scold.

I filled plastic glasses and made a simple toast. "To us."

"To us," they chorused, and drank. Laura got bubbles up her nose and spluttered, sending herself Amy into further fits of giggles. They eventually controlled themselves, and drained their glasses. "Is there any more?" asked Laura.

"Good job I brought a big bottle," I said, refilling the glasses. Sarah sipped hers, then closed her eyes and turned her face up to catch the sun. The light brought out the colour in her hair, and I felt tears prick at my eyes again.

"Now," said Amy, "I seem to remember you said something about making an opportunity while we were out."

"Hmm," I said. "I think you said it, actually."

The glass and a half of champagne had obviously loosened her inhibitions just a little. "Well, regardless of who, Laura and I would really like you to make love to us, right here and now."

I turned to Sarah. "Are you OK with that?"

She grinned. "You've already satisfied me for the time being – though I have a feeling I might want more when I've watched you with these two. Go ahead."

"OK, girls," I said. "Last one still with clothes on pays a forfeit."

The girls slipped out of their clothes – I noticed neither was wearing panties or bra – and it turned out I was still getting out of my Y-fronts when they were finished undressing.

Amy looked at Laura. "What shall we make him forfeit?"

"Don't know yet, but we'll think of something," giggled Laura.

"I have an idea," said Amy. "Lie down," she instructed me. "The forfeit is, you're not allowed to use your hands at all."

I lay down on the blanket, and the two girls took it in turns to kiss me on the lips, then brush my chest with their bare breasts. I raised a hand to touch them, but Amy said, "Oh no you don't. Forfeit, remember."

Laura continued to touch my nipples and kiss me, while Amy moved down and began to kiss my already-hard penis. Then she moved so that she was astride me, the tip of my penis touching her entrance. Laura likewise shifted position so that her entrance was within reach of my mouth.

Amy guided me into her and lowered her hips so that I was inside her fully. Then she began to slowly move on me, pressing her clitoris against my shaft. I began to use my tongue on Laura, and she responded by shifting her hips in time with my movements.

Amy leaned forward a little and reached her hands round to cup Laura's breasts and begin to touch her nipples, and Laura gasped, moving more insistently against my mouth. She stretched her arms back and found that she could brush Amy's nipples with her fingers, causing Amy to increase the pace at which her hips flexed against me.

I felt myself approaching climax, and matched my movements to Amy's. I felt her begin to tense around me, and she began to moan quietly with each thrust. Then her body began to shake, and as she orgasmed I reached my own climax, surprising myself with how much I spurted into her given that my previous orgasm had only been a couple of hours previously.

Our simultaneous climax tipped Laura over the edge, and she cried out, shuddering, as my tongue continued to flick insistently on her clitoris and Amy's fingers moved on her nipples.

Finally all three of us were spent, and the girls slid off me, Laura to one side, Amy to the other, and pillowed their heads on my chest. I glanced across to Sarah; she smiled, and moved over to lie down too, her arm across all three of us.

We lay together in the warm sunlight for a while, then I said, "I don't really want to move, but it would be a shame to let the picnic go to waste."

Amy propped herself up on one elbow. She grinned mischievously. "I don't think your forfeit is finished," she said. "But now it's us who aren't allowed to use our hands – you have to feed us."

"Can I help?" said Sarah. Amy nodded.

I grinned, and went over to fill plates for the girls. Then I sat by them and Sarah and I fed them. With every other bite or so, the girls kissed our fingers, or licked them with a tongue tip, or took a fingertip briefly between their lips.

"Gosh," said Sarah, "that's turning me on."

"That's pretty much the idea," smiled Amy. "Want to go a little further? You'll need to undress."

Sarah quickly got out of her clothes and returned to her position in front of Amy and Laura. Amy took Sarah's hand and began to kiss the fingers, then gently tongue them, then place kisses up Sarah's arm and shoulder. Then she kissed down Sarah's throat and onto her chest, finally taking a nipple into her mouth. Laura began to gently tongue Sarah's other nipple and stroke her back.

Amy slid one hand between Sarah's legs and began to use her fingers on Sarah's entrance, gently stroking her clitoris. "Oh," said Sarah. Then "Oh! Like that..."

I watched as the two girls touched and caressed Sarah, using their knowledge of what would please them to guide how they pleasured her. Sarah's face showed absolute ecstasy as Amy slid a finger inside her, then withdrew and touched her clitoris again. I saw the muscles in Sarah's stomach begin to tense, and sensing the same thing, Amy shifted her attention back to Sarah's clitoris, beginning to move her fingertips more rapidly.

Suddenly Sarah gave a loud groan – like the one I had elicited from her when we made love for the first time since she'd come to visit – and her body shook. Amy continued to touch her, drawing out the last moment of pleasure, then slowed and stopped, drawing Sarah into her arms and holding her while Laura embraced her from behind.



Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 20



After a while Sarah took a deep breath and said, "Thanks, girls. I wasn't expecting that."

"Our pleasure," said Amy.

"Everyone ready for home now?" I asked.

"We'd better dress first," grinned Amy. "Think we'd attract too much attention, even in the car, if we stayed like this."

We pulled on our clothes, and got back in the car. When we arrived home, Sarah said, "Tim, I could do with a chat."

"We'll go for a swim," said Amy, taking the hint. The girls disappeared, and I sat down with Sarah at the kitchen table.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I'm just thinking," said Sarah. "We're having the most amazing time -- I never expected the girls to be as, mm, creative as they were today."

She paused, her eyes a little dreamy as she recalled just how creative they'd been. "But things are different in India. I know we could probably get our own place and have as much privacy as we want, but if we get close to the people out there, we might have to settle for being a bit more, well, conventional."

"It had occurred to me," I admitted. "I suppose I'd always had the thought in the back of my mind that eventually the girls will each want to find someone of their own."

Sarah grinned. "They might find that works a little differently in India too."

My face must have betrayed my shock. "You mean, arranged marriages?"

"It's not exactly like that any more," Sarah laughed. "But yes, over there who you marry is much more a family decision, even a community one. They don't have our obsession with individuality, personal choice, certainly not romantic love, unless you count what Bollywood tries to tell them. They didn't even have the Middle Ages, remember."

I thought about her words. "I see what you mean. But ultimately it'd be up to Amy and Laura, and you and I would have to be very sure about anyone too."

Sarah nodded. "There'll be other things we need to talk about -- culture shock is more significant than you might think, if we decide to really make our lives with the people over there."

"I promise I'll listen very carefully," I said. "Now, how about we join the girls in the pool?"

"Sounds great. I'll go and get our stuff."

I watched Sarah as she walked up the stairs. I reflected that there was more to this beautiful, well-travelled woman than I'd imagined.

She returned with her bikini and my trunks, and we walked over to the pool. The girls were splashing around playfully as usual, and Sarah and I quickly changed and slipped into the water at the shallow end.

Amy swam over to us. "Everything OK?" she asked.

"Fine," I said. "Sarah was just helping me to understand some of the differences in culture we might encounter in India."

"I took a module in outsourcing this year," said Amy. "They covered some of the different attitudes and business practices we might encounter."

"Seems perhaps Laura and I are at a disadvantage," I grinned.

Any shrugged. "I bet when we get out there you'll pick it up, you'll forget it ever seemed strange."

Laura joined us. "Don't know about anyone else, but I'm starting to feel hungry again -- the picnic was lovely, but it'd be nice to have something a bit more filling this evening."

"OK," I said. "Sarah and I will swim for a while longer, then we can meet up in the kitchen and decide what we want."

The girls went off to get dressed, and Sarah and I did a few lengths, then got out. I watched her as she towelled herself dry and got dressed, then pulled on my own clothes.

We walked back over to the house and went into the kitchen. The girls had got down some of the cookery books and were flicking through, trying to decide what they could make for dinner.

"This looks nice," said Laura, pointing at a page in the cookbook.

"Toad in the hole," I read. "Hmm, I think we got some sausages last time we shopped -- why don't you give it a try? Once it's in the oven, come through to the living room and we'll have a drink."

The girls started to prepare the meal, and Sarah and I went into the living room. I poured us each a glass of wine, and we settled down in one of the sofas, facing the garden. Sarah swung her legs up onto my lap, and we watched the sun setting behind the trees.

"Do you think we'll miss this when we're out in India?" I asked.

"Maybe," Sarah mused. "We can always come back for holidays when we feel like it -- we can choose what season, so we can avoid all the dull grey days and the rain."

I stroked her hair thoughtfully. "It really is a big change, isn't it."

She sipped her wine. "I think we can have the best of both worlds."

Amy and Laura came through. "Dinner should be about half an hour," Laura said. "The batter needs to be nice and brown on top."

"Hope there's gravy, too," I said.

"Definitely," smiled Amy.

They sat down on the other sofa, Laura leaning against Amy.

"So, Sarah," I said. "Tell us more about the place in India where you're based."

"It's in the north-east," she began, "not far from the border with Bhutan. The company has an arrangement with the Indian Air Force to use hangar facilities and the airstrip at one of their fighter bases. It does no harm at all that I used to be a military pilot, and I do the occasional bit of training for their pilots -- even though their planes are less sophisticated than ours, I can still show them a trick or two."

I recalled the uniform Sarah had worn to Pam's funeral, and the strip of medal ribbons across her lapel. "You really are a hot-shot, aren't you."

She grinned. "Anyway, when I'm not flying, or at Satpura, I have a flat in the officers' compound. Quite nice, actually. But I don't spend much time there -- I like to get out and about. There's a village not far from the base, and the local town isn't much further."

"What sort of things are there to do?" Amy asked.

"Well, I cook for myself sometimes, so I go to the local markets to buy food. I like to look round the clothes shops, and there are lots of places that sell jewellery and bits and pieces."

"What about the people?" said Laura.

"I've come to know the locals quite well, actually," said Sarah. "Some of the families are very hospitable, and occasionally I'll take them a chicken or something when I visit."

"Are they mostly Hindus?" I asked.

"Surprisingly, no." Sarah replied. "Most of them are animists -- they worship the spirits in the trees and stones -- and there are a lot of Christians too."

"That'll be interesting, then," I said. "You seem to have picked up the language pretty well."

Sarah nodded. "They're so pleased when you make the effort -- and it's not as difficult as it sounds."

"So when we go over," I said, "what's the best way to go about finding somewhere to live? I'm guessing there aren't just places to rent, like there would be over here."

Sarah grinned. "We can stay in my flat to start with -- it's pretty big, although the facilities are quite basic. Then I can talk to some of my friends in the village -- land ownership is quite complicated over there, but we'll be able to come to some kind of arrangement. Getting somewhere built is the easy bit -- building materials are cheap, and there are always people looking for some extra work."

I looked thoughtful. "So we could design something to suit ourselves?"

"Definitely, though I don't think we could have everything we have here. There's a pool and tennis courts in the officers' compound, anyway."

Suddenly Amy looked up. "I'd better check the oven."

"I'll come and make the gravy," said Laura.

They disappeared into the kitchen together. Sarah snuggled closer to me. "So when are we planning to fly out?"

"Well, I can leave all the arrangements over here -- the house and so on -- to my solicitor. So as soon as we can pack what we need to take, and get flights, we can go."

The girls returned, bringing the food, and we sat down at the table to eat.

"We haven't talked about exactly what you two will do when we get out there," I said to Amy and Laura. "I know it's rather messed up your college courses."

"Not a problem for me," said Laura. "My last year was going to be a studio year anyway, just producing different pieces of work for the final exam. As long as I can get somewhere to work, I can carry on. And I bet I'll find some amazing subjects out there."

"I've already got enough credits to graduate," said Amy. "But there's probably a college somewhere nearby that I can do some courses -- studying business from an Indian perspective will be really interesting."

"Great," said Sarah. "You can take your time thinking about what you want to do longer term."

We carried on talking while we finished our food, the girls enthusiastically making plans for all the places they wanted to visit when we got to India.

"That was great, thanks, girls," I said, putting down my knife and fork.

"Think we have some of that chocolate ice cream left," said Sarah. "I'll go and get us some, shall I?"

She got up and went out to the kitchen, returning with heaped bowls.

"I'll go online in the morning and check out flights," I said. "Sarah, you didn't book a return flight, did you?"

She shook her head.

"Good," I continued. "The girls will tell you that we like to fly, well, comfortably."

Sarah smiled. "Doesn't really matter to me, as long as I'm in the air. You should see some of the crates I've flown in -- and flown!"

She yawned. "Gosh, I'm tired. Is everyone ready for bed?"

Amy started to yawn too. "Seems to be catching. Let's go up."

We went up the stairs. Sarah slipped out of her clothes and put on her cotton nightdress.

"That's really lovely," said Amy. "Do they grow the cotton out there?"

"That's right," replied Sarah. "And the area where we're going is famous for weaving."

She opened a drawer and pulled out another nightdress. "Here, try this one on."

Amy quickly undressed, and slipped the nightdress over her head. "Mm, it feels really good," she said.

"I'll get some more when we arrive in India," said Sarah. "They're really cool to sleep in when the nights get warmer."

"Don't think you'll ever convince me to wear anything while I'm sleeping," grinned Laura. She unbuttoned her blouse and threw it over the back of a chair, then slipped out of her skirt. She reached behind her to unhook her bra, and removed her panties. She stood for a moment, seeming to enjoy my eyes on her body.

Sarah and Amy went over to the bed and got in, pulling one side of the covers over them. Sarah put her head on the pillow, closing her eyes, while Amy watched us drowsily.

Laura got into the other side of the bed, sitting up. "Come on, Tim," she said. "You're the only one who's not ready for bed now."

I undressed, and slid in beside Laura, giving her a playful push. She shoved me back, giggling, and I put my arms round her, pulling her closer. She pretended to struggle, then suddenly stilled, looking up at me. I bent towards her, and touched her lips lightly with mine. I moved my head back a little to look at her, and she followed my movement, her lips reaching for mine. I kissed her again more firmly, and she yielded to me, closing her eyes and pulling me to her.

I looked over Laura's shoulder and caught Amy's eye. She smiled and nodded, then laid down; I couldn't tell whether she was still watching through half-closed eyelids, or was drifting off to sleep.

Laura bit my lip lightly to bring my attention back to her. I smiled and broke the kiss, looking into her face. Her expression was oddly serious. She said slowly, "It seems strange, just the two of us here, now. I really enjoy what we all do together, and Sarah joining us is really special, but it's nice having you to myself."

I reflected on her words, and on the discussion Sarah and I had had about the girls finding partners of their own after we were in India.

"So now you've got me, is there anything particular you had in mind?" I said, a mildly teasing note in my voice.

"Let's just see how it goes," she grinned.

I leaned over and kissed her earlobe, then gently pushed the tip of my tongue into her ear. Laura drew in her breath, almost a gasp, and tightened her arms around me. I planted small kisses in a line across her cheek, pausing to touch her lips with my tongue. She caught the tip of my tongue almost hungrily, then my lips passed on to her other cheek. I reached her other ear and tongued again. This time Laura moaned quietly, and pulled my mouth back against hers, pushing her tongue between my lips.

Our kiss deepened, our tongues twining, and her hands began to move over my back and shoulders. I stroked her hair, then reached out tentatively to one breast, caressing her skin with the tips of my fingers.

She pulled her lips away from mine and put her head back, exposing her throat to me and lifting her breasts. I kissed down her neck and onto her chest, then ran my tongue down her cleavage. I began to kiss her breasts gently, moving from one to the other but avoiding her nipples at first.

Her breathing quickened -- her breasts rose and fell with each breath -- and she put her hand behind my head, holding me and turning her body so that her nipple was facing my lips. I exhaled slowly, my warm breath on her nipple. "Please..." she whispered. At last I gently touched her nipple with my lips, then ran the tip of my tongue over it.

She moaned, and groped for my hand, bringing it to her other breast. I carefully took her other nipple between the tips of my fingers, stroking gently.

"Mmm," she said. She shifted position, parting her legs slightly. I slid my other hand up the inside of her thigh, but stopped before I reached her opening. Instead I stroked the blond fur covering her mound with the back of my hand, continuing to suckle her nipple gently.

Laura put her hand on mine and pushed it insistently down towards her opening. My fingers slid between her legs and I felt the wetness there, my fingertips exploring her entrance. She move her legs further apart and I slipped my index finger into her. I released her nipple from my mouth and started to kiss down her stomach. I slid the tip of my tongue into her navel for a moment, then continued kissing downwards. I noticed for the first time that below her navel, she had fine blonde hairs in a line which met the fur on her mound.

My mouth reached the wetness at the top of her slit, and I ran my tongue down it, quickly finding the hardness of her clitoris. I slid my index finger into her further, and began to gently lap her with the tip of my tongue.

She raised her hips slightly, and I slid my other hand under her, raising her a little. She moved her hands to her own breasts, touching her nipples. She began to flex her hips, moving against my mouth in time with my tongue and finger. She began to give tiny moans, then her cries became louder. She covered her mouth with a hand, trying to muffle her voice, then gave up, crying out as her body finally yielded to my attention and her orgasm took over. I continued to use my tongue on her as she shook under my mouth and tensed around my fingers inside her.

Finally she sank back, panting. I moved up and wrapped my arms round her, pulling her close, as though to make her body one with my own.

She looked up at me, her eyes shining. "Thank you, Tim. That was great."

Then she smiled. "Now it's your turn. How do you want to take me?"

I moved back slightly, and gently rolled her onto her side, facing away from me. She bent her leg, giving me access to her from behind, and I pressed the tip of my erection against her still-wet entrance. She made a quiet sound of satisfaction and pleasure as I slid inside her.

I began to move in her, my hands caressing her back and shoulders. Then I used one hand to stroke the fine hair between her navel and her mound with my fingertips. She shivered, and said, "That's nice, but a little ticklish."

I moved my hand downward and cupped her mound in my hand, then pressed gently down with my palm as I moved more insistently inside her.

"Still ticklish?" I asked. She shook her head dumbly, closing her eyes.

I felt myself approaching my climax, and slowed a little to let her catch up. "Mm, no, just go for it," Laura breathed, "I'm OK."

I moved more quickly again, sliding into her as deeply as I could, then felt my orgasm overwhelm me. As she felt my warm fluid inside her, Laura's second climax took her. Instead of the almost violent response of her first time, I felt her body slowly tense, and she pressed her hand on top of mine, the muscles of her stomach tightening as she gave a quiet "Ahhhh."

I wrapped my arms around her, and again held her very close. She relaxed, and after a few minutes I heard her breathing slow as she slept.



Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 21



When I woke in the morning, Laura was curled up next to me, her blonde hair spread across the pillow. I watched her breathing for a moment, then slid carefully out of the bed so as not to wake her. Amy and Sarah still seemed sound asleep on the other side of the bed.

I went to my study, and turned on the computer, then started to look at flights. As I checked out connections and stopover times, I heard soft footsteps behind me, and my view was blocked by hands over my eyes.

"Guess who?"

I pretended to think. "I give up."

The hands were removed and I saw Amy, a playful smile on her face.

"That was quite a time you gave Laura last night," she said.

"I thought you might have been watching," I grinned. "Actually, both of us enjoyed ourselves."

"I don't doubt it," she said. "Several times I nearly joined in, but fair's fair – just don't forget to make time for just you and I one day."

"I won't forget," I promised. She bent over and kissed me, then glanced at the screen.

"What have you found?" she asked.

I pointed to the Web page. "The first leg is the same, to Dubai. But the next flight takes us to Kolkata – what used to be called Calcutta. Then we'll get a company flight to Kalaikunda."

I clicked to confirm the booking. "There – all done. We fly tomorrow afternoon – that should give us enough time to pack."

Sarah came into the room, pausing to hug Amy, then giving me a good morning kiss. She glanced at the screen.

"All sorted then?" she asked.

"Definitely," I replied. "We fly out tomorrow."

"Good," she said. "It'll be great to get back. I'll get in touch with the base and let them know to expect us."

"Is Laura still asleep?" Amy asked.

"Like a baby," smiled Sarah. "Did I miss something last night?"

Amy grinned. "I think Tim should answer that."

"Let's just say Laura was pretty relaxed when she went to sleep," I smiled.

"Shall we start breakfast?" Sarah suggested. "How about pancakes – we'll just make enough batter so that Laura can have some when she does surface."

We went through to the kitchen, and Amy and Sarah started the pancakes while I made coffee.

I had just finished my second pancake when Laura came down, rubbing her eyes.

"Morning, sleepyhead," said Sarah.

Laura nodded, and sat down at the table. Amy put a plate in front of her, and I poured coffee into her mug. Laura smiled her thanks, and began to eat.

"We can take our time packing," I said. "Sarah, we'll need some advice from you on what to take."

Sarah sipped her coffee. "Well, clothes mainly. And it's not always as warm as you probably imagine out there – winter nights can be pretty cold – so don't forget sweaters and fleeces."

She thought for a moment. "I suppose the other thing would be photographs, a few books – anything familiar you want with you. There really will be a lot of strangeness, you know."

Laura stopped with her fork halfway to her mouth. "My paintings?"

"Don't worry," I said. "We can have them stored safely until we have our own place. I promise to make sure there's somewhere special to hang them."

We finished breakfast, and I retrieved suitcases from the box room for myself and the girls.

I went into the bedroom and started to fold shirts. I assumed I'd need some business clothes for my consultancy work, so I packed a couple of suits. As I was looking at my shoes and trying to decide which pairs to take, Sarah came in from helping the girls.

"I'm living out of a suitcase anyway," she grinned, "so I won't need to pack until the morning. You look like you've got everything under control."

I put a couple of pairs of shoes into my case and closed the lid. "I think that's pretty much it, apart from last-minute things like my toothbrush. The girls will probably take until at least lunchtime – do you want to go for a walk or something?"

Sarah smiled. "The last time we went for a walk was pretty eventful."

"But I can hardly propose again, can I," I grinned.

I walked across the landing and looked in at the girls. Clothes and other items were strewn across the bed, and the suitcases were still mostly empty, but the girls looked happy; I guessed they were enjoying the process.

"Sarah and I are just off for a walk," I said. "We'll pick something up for lunch on the way back."

We walked down the stairs and let ourselves out of the front door. When we reached the bottom of the drive, we turned right, away from the village. We walked along the road, hand in hand, then I helped Sarah over the stile where the path led across the fields.

The path took us up onto the ridge, and we looked back down into the valley. I pointed out the house, matchbox-sized from this distance. Above, in the sky, a bird of prey – kite or buzzard – was soaring.

I took in the scene, imprinting it on my memory, and Sarah put her hand on my shoulder without speaking. I knew she understood what I was doing.

We turned and retraced our route down the slope. Again I helped Sarah over the stile, and we walked back along the road. We passed the bottom of the drive and carried on towards the village.

"Here's the shop," I said. "Let's take a look what we can have for lunch."

We went into the small shop, the bell on the door announcing our entrance. Sarah went over to the refrigerated section, while I glanced at the papers.

"Can't say I'll miss the headlines," I said, joining her.

"Let's take some of these sausage rolls," Sarah suggested. She picked up a couple of packets, and we walked over to the cash register. I paid, and we went out of the shop. Soon we were walking back up the drive; the girls must have seen us from the window, and they met us at the door.

"We're just about finished," Amy said. "Did you bring lunch?"

We went into the kitchen and drank tea while we ate our sausage rolls.

"I thought we'd go out for dinner tonight, as it's our last night," I said. "Not curry, this time."

"That place you went with Laura and me before, when Pam was away one time?" asked Amy. "That was lovely."

"Sounds great," said Sarah. "Hope you left something nice out to wear, girls."

"You'll see," grinned Laura.

"So if we're mostly packed, what shall we do before dinner? I know you three will need a while to get ready to go out," I said.

"Why don't we play tennis for a while? We haven't had that game of doubles," said Sarah.

"Great idea," I said. 

We changed and went over to the tennis court. The girls fooled around for a while, knocking a tennis ball to one another, then took up their positions on one side of the net. Sarah and I faced them, and I said, "OK, Amy, you serve first."

We played a couple of practice games, then I said, "Right, girls. Best of three sets?"

Amy nodded, and threw up the ball to serve. She hit it squarely, and the ball rocketed between Sarah and me, hitting the ground just inside the line.

"Fifteen love," Amy called, smiling.

Sarah and I managed to win the first set by the skin of our teeth, but the girls easily took the second set.

We took a break, and I fetched cold drinks for us from the house. When we had rested for a while, we started to play again, and Amy and Laura quickly took the advantage.

"Match point," said Sarah. "I think we've had it, Tim."

Laura tossed the ball up in the air, and hit another ace, clinching the match. She and Amy high-fived one another, then came over to the net.

"Starting and finishing with an ace," I said. "Well done, you two."

"Nearly time we got ready," said Amy. "I think we'll need a shower or something after all that exercise."

"How about we go in the hot tub for a few minutes?" suggested Sarah.

"Great idea," I said. We walked over to the pool, and shed our tennis things. Sarah was first in, sinking down into the warm water with a sigh.

"This'll stop me stiffening up after all that exercise," she said with her eyes closed.

Laura and Amy climbed in, sitting one each side of Sarah, who put an arm around the girls' shoulders.

I got in last, sitting opposite Sarah and touching her feet with mine. We relaxed silently for a while.

"I can hardly believe we're really going," said Laura. "How long does it actually take?"

Sarah counted up. "Well, we have to check in three hours before the flight; then it's about six hours to Dubai, an hour to change planes, six hours to Kolkata. Then it's only about an hour to Kalaikunda, and we'll get a jeep to the officers' compound."

"Those flights are quite long," said Amy. "Can't imagine we'll run out of things to do, though." She winked at me.

"Anyway," said Sarah, "it really is time we got dressed now." She rose from the water, dripping, her long dark hair wet and sleek.

I fetched bathrobes, and we walked barefoot back across the grass to the house.

"You three go up and take your time," I said. "Give me a shout as usual when I've got half an hour left."

I sat in the living room and found my place in the book I was reading. I made a mental note to pack it in my hand luggage for the times we would be waiting in the airports.

It seemed hardly any time at all before I heard Sarah calling me. I went up to the bedroom, passing her on the landing. She was wearing an elegant wine-coloured dress, and her hair was caught up in a silver clasp she'd borrowed from Amy.

"Just got to help those two with the finishing touches," she said, kissing me lightly. "Oops," she said, and reached out a hand to remove a trace of her lipstick from my lips.

I went into the bedroom and quickly put on my dress suit, finding my favourite cufflinks in a drawer and making sure my bow tie was straight. Then I went back downstairs to wait for Sarah and the girls.

They came down, Sarah in front as I'd seen her, Amy in her low-cut red dress with her rubies at her throat, and Laura in a form-fitting dress in a lighter shade that went with her blonde hair. Laura was wearing the bracelet that usually went with Amy's necklace, and I made a mental note to get her something special of her own after our arrival in India.

"Wait," I said. "I'll get the camera. You look too amazing to lose this moment."

I took several shots, and said, "Laura, perhaps you could do a painting sometime?"

She leaned over to look at the last image captured on the screen, and smiled. "Yes, I can think of a picture I know that would make a good starting point."

We got in the car, and I drove us to the restaurant. The maitre'd seated us, and I leaned over to speak privately into his ear. He nodded.

The waiter brought menus and we leafed through them. After a few moments he returned with a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket with its own stand.

"Gosh," said Laura. "Champagne twice in a week. You do spoil us, Tim."

I grinned. "Anyway, have you decided what you want to eat yet?"

We ordered, and after a few minutes our starters arrived. As we ate, Sarah told us more about the part of India where we were going.

"The base itself is on the plains," she said, "but the road going north is pretty good, and in less than an hour we can be in the foothills of the Himalayas."

"Wow," said Amy. "It's like a dream. As if you'd said we were going to Shangri-La."

"There are a few problems over there too," warned Sarah. "There's a lot of poverty – and they're still struggling to bring everyone in their society fully into the democratic process."

"I hadn't thought about the politics," I admitted.

"I don't get involved," said Sarah, "but it's important to know what's going on."

The waiter removed our plates and brought the next course, and the conversation lapsed as we concentrated on the superb food.

When we had finished the main course, I topped up our glasses from the champagne bottle and raised my glass in a toast. "To the utter East."

Sarah and the girls lifted their glasses and drank.

"Now, who's for dessert?" I asked.

Laura and Amy looked at one another and grinned.

"Not for me," said Sarah, "but go ahead if you want to, girls."

I called over the waiter and he brought the sweet trolley. The girls took their time choosing, but eventually settled on a gooey chocolate gateau.

As they ate, Sarah and I sipped liqueurs. "You're sure you're ready for this?" she asked.

I nodded. "I have you and the girls, I know where we'll be living, Jo promised me some work. And I've already learned from you that there'll be things I'll find challenging."

I paused. "But there will be 'wonderful things', too, I'm certain."

Sarah looked puzzled for a moment, then placed the reference and smiled.

The girls finished their dessert and we talked for a while longer. Then I glanced at my watch. "Probably time we got some sleep – we have a tiring day ahead of us."

I settled the bill, and we walked slowly back out to the car park. When we arrived back at the house, we went straight upstairs. Sarah reached up and released her hair from its clasp, then undressed, slipping on her cotton nightdress. Laura removed the bracelet from her wrist and put it back in the velvet case that lay open on the dressing table. She unzipped her dress and slipped out of it; I wasn't all that surprised to see that she wore nothing underneath.

Sarah and Laura climbed into bed, Laura snuggling up to Sarah and enjoying the feel of the nightdress against her skin.

I moved behind Amy and unclasped her necklace, laying it carefully beside the bracelet, then put my hands on her waist, placing a light kiss on the back of her neck. She shivered, and drew my arms around her, folding her arms on top of mine.

I embraced her for a moment longer, catching a hint of her perfume – the fragrance I'd bought for her such a long time ago. I felt a strange emotion – perhaps the only proper word for it was nostalgia.

I released Amy, and she undressed, putting on the cotton nightdress that Sarah had given her.

"Last again, Tim," Sarah teased from the bed. I took off my suit, hanging it carefully in the wardrobe, then removed the rest of my clothes.

Amy got into the other side of the bed and patted the space beside her. I joined her, and she pulled the covers over us. I put out the light. Amy lay down, facing away from me, and I fitted my body against hers, my arm encircling her waist. She snuggled closer into me, and we slept.



Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 22



When I woke in the morning, the skies were grey and rain was running down the windows.

Amy stirred, still in my arms, and opened her eyes. She grinned. "Bet the sun's shining in – how do you say it? Kalaikunda."

I kissed her cheek. "Looks like we're the first ones awake again. We should probably all have a decent breakfast – I know the airline food is good, but it won't hurt to have a proper meal inside us before we get going."

I got out of bed, and Amy followed. We went down to the kitchen and I started frying bacon, while Amy buttered bread.

Sarah and Laura came into the kitchen. "Smells good," said Laura.

I put a plate of sandwiches on the table, and we started to eat.

When the sandwiches were gone, I poured us more coffee, and we went through into the living room. It was still raining steadily.

"The car will be here for us in an hour," I said. "We'd better do our last bits of packing."

The girls disappeared upstairs, and I followed Sarah after them. I dressed, then looked round the bedroom again, making sure I'd not forgotten anything vital.

"Got your passport?" Sarah grinned.

I patted my jacket pocket. "We all got new ones when we went to Satpura."

I picked up my case. "Mine's on the landing," said Sarah.

We went out onto the landing and I picked up Sarah's case in my other hand. I heard the car pull up outside.

"Ready, girls?" I called.

Amy and Laura reappeared with their cases. We went down the stairs, and I opened the door. The driver took our luggage and put it in the boot.

I locked the door, then walked away from the house, turning to take one last look.

I squeezed in beside Amy and Laura in the back seat, and Sarah got into the front. The car pulled away down the drive and out of the gates, the windscreen wipers moving hypnotically.

Sarah turned to look at us.

"You OK?" she asked.

I nodded.

"We'll be fine," said Amy, putting one arm round Laura's shoulders and the other round mine.

We were soon on the motorway, and as we approached the airport a 747 thundered low overhead.

"Unmistakeable, aren't they?" said Sarah. She sighed. "Such a shame they retired Concorde – I would have liked to be the second female pilot to fly her."

"Second?" I asked curiously.

"Barbara Harmer was the first," Sarah explained. "She got to fly with Tom Cruise in the cockpit once."

"Huh," I said.

"What's up, Tim? You sound a little jealous," teased Laura. I pinched her lightly. "Ow!"

Another aircraft flew overhead. "Now I'd settle for flying that," said Sarah.

"What is it?" asked Amy.

"The new Airbus. I think Tim booked us on it."

"That's right," I said. "Remember, girls, our first flight was on one of those last time, when we went to Satpura."

Amy grinned. "They're pretty luxurious."

The car pulled up at the departure area, and we got out. I found a trolley and put the suitcases on it, and Amy and Laura pushed it through to the check-in area.

We checked in, and cleared security straightforwardly, then made our way through duty-free. I spotted the coffee shop where we'd stopped before.

"Apple Danish, Amy?"

She grinned, pleased that I'd remembered.

"Spiral one for you, Laura?" I continued.

Laura nodded. I turned to Sarah.

"How about you?"

She looked at the selection. "Hmm, pecan and maple, I think."

I bought the pastries and coffee and we sat down to eat.

Laura used her finger to pick up the last crumbs of her pastry, then glanced up at the departure board.

"Looks like they're ready for us," she said.

We made our way to the departure lounge, but before we had a chance to sit down, the announcement came over the address system. "Would all first-class passengers please report to boarding."

We walked to the desk, and the smiling stewardess checked our boarding passes.

"Please, Mr Smith, follow me."

We walked after her down the metal corridor. I felt the usual thrill as we approached the aircraft door, and then we were inside. The stewardess took us up the stairs to the row of first-class cabins.

This time we walked to the end of the corridor, and the stewardess opened the door to a larger cabin than we'd had on our previous trip.

"Goody," said Amy. "Room for all of us."

The stewardess smiled at her, and closed the door behind us. Amy bounced on one of the couches and Laura took the adjacent one.

I let Sarah choose from the two remaining couches, then sat down on the last one.

"Better strap in, girls," advised Sarah. Unsurprisingly she had picked up the sound of the engines spooling up before I did.

We fastened our lap belts and settled back for takeoff. The plane started to move, and shortly we were pressed back into our seats by the force of the engines. I reached across to take Sarah's hand as the plane lifted from the runway.

We reached cruising altitude, and I brought the images from the plane's cameras up on the viewscreens. The blue of the atmosphere faded to black, and I could clearly see the curve of the Earth.

Sarah squeezed my hand.

"I'd love to be flying this thing," she said, "but right now there's nowhere else I'd rather be than here with you and the girls."

There was a discreet knock on the cabin door. I undid my lap belt and opened the door to find a stewardess with a trolley standing outside. "Ready for a meal, sir?"

I nodded, and she brought the trolley in and served us.

"To drink?" she asked.

"Bottle of wine?" I asked Sarah. She nodded.

"Red, please," I said to the stewardess. She opened a bottle and poured for us, then left.

We enjoyed our meal, and finished the wine between us.

"Now," I said, "should we get some sleep? Long trip still ahead of us."

Amy smiled. "Are you kidding? All this privacy, and you're not going to take advantage?"

"The couches are a bit small, though," said Laura.

"This cabin has one more surprise," I said, opening a sliding door at the back that the girls hadn't noticed.

"Oho," said Sarah, "a proper bed!"

"Not as big as we're used to at home, but it'll do," I grinned.

Laura was first into the room, and sprawled out on the bed.

"Hey, don't take up all the room," Amy pretended to scold, and the two girls scuffled playfully.

"Room for another one?" I asked, kneeling on the end of the bed. "Hey!"

Amy had hooked one arm around my neck and overbalanced me so that I landed between her and Laura. They stopped scuffling, and looked down at me; they were breathing a little heavily because of their exertions.

"Well, Amy, look what we've caught," Laura said, anticipation obvious in her voice.

"What shall we do with it?" asked Amy.

"Well, we'll have to unwrap it first," said Laura, starting to undo my shirt. Amy grinned, and undid my belt; my role as unwilling captive slipped slightly as I lifted my hips to allow her to remove my jeans and then my Y-fronts.

Laura slipped my shirt off. "Wonder what it tastes like?" she said. She leaned down and kissed me on the mouth, lightly at first then deeper. She used her tongue, and I responded in kind. As we kissed, not surprisingly I started to get an erection.

"Hey, Laura," called Amy, "this bit moves. It might be useful." She quickly slipped off her jeans and t-shirt, leaving just her panties and bra, and knelt over me so that she was pressing her opening against my hardness, separated only by thin fabric.

She moved against me. "Mmm, definitely useful." She paused, and finished undressing, then returned to the same position, sliding her wetness against me.

Laura broke our kiss to watch Amy for a moment.

"Wonder what else it can do?" she said. She followed Amy's example and undressed fully, then knelt over me, facing Amy. I took my cue and extended my tongue to lightly touch her back opening; she gasped, and said, "Amy, it moved by itself."

Amy lifted her hips slightly and guided me into her as she eased back down. Her face took on a dreamy expression as my hardness filled her.

I tongued Laura again, then moved my hand up to begin to touch her clitoris and enter her with my fingers.

"Mmm," she said, "this is good. Pity it can't reach our breasts at the same time."

Amy brought her hand up to her mouth, used her tongue to moisten her fingers, and reached out to Laura's breast, sliding the tips of her wet fingers over the nipple. Laura gasped, and I felt her tense. I probed a little more deeply with my tongue, then swirled the tip around Laura's pink star.

Amy started to caress both of Laura's breasts, and as if in a trance Laura moved her hands to touch Amy in return. Amy leaned forward, and the two girls kissed. Amy began to slowly move her hips, and I responded to her movement, sliding in and out of her, feeling her hard clitoris pressing against my shaft. My fingers and tongue on Laura became more insistent, and she broke the kiss with Amy and gasped.

Sarah had been watching from beside the bed, and I caught her eye. She smiled, moving to a position behind Amy. Sarah reached into her bag and produced a familiar slim plastic cylinder. She used her tongue to wet the shaft thoroughly, then very gently touched Amy's rear opening with the tip.

A wild look came into Amy's eyes as Sarah touched her, and she began to move more insistently on me. But I could tell that Laura was nearing her climax, and as my tongue slid across her opening, and my fingers continued to move in and around her wetness, suddenly she cried out, her muscles contracting and her body shaking as Amy continued to touch her nipples.

As Laura's climax subsided, I could no longer hold back my own orgasm as Amy continued to move on me, and I flexed my hips, giving a deep groan as I began to spurt into her. As she felt me release, she reached her own climax and I felt her ripple around my hardness as she orgasmed, pushing down with her hips so I was deep within her.

The two girls wrapped their arms around each other, their rapid breathing slowing. Laura slid off me first, then Amy lifted her hips, looking almost regretful as I came out of her, still fairly hard.

The girls lay down on the bed, holding one another.

"So," I teased, "you won't be throwing this one back in and hoping to catch another." Amy shook her head.

I turned to Sarah. "That was a nice extra touch."

She grinned. "Anything to help. Now, do you need a bit of a break?"

I nodded. "But not long – I think after a little while, you could easily make me ready again."

She smiled. "Well, here's something to be going on with." She began to undress sensuously, her hands touching her own body as she removed jacket, skirt, blouse, bra, panties.

She lay down facing me, and I put my arms round her and pulled her close. I felt her nipples already hard against my chest, and looked into her face.

"You're ready now, aren't you," I said.

"What do you expect after watching – and helping – you with these two?" she smiled.

I kissed her, and she put her hand behind my head, deepening the kiss. As I felt her tongue on mine, I began to get hard again, and she felt me stir against her stomach. Something in her eyes changed, and she rolled over so that I was on top of her. She parted her legs, and somehow my hardness was already against her entrance. She reached down and guided me into her, lifting her hips slightly so I could slide into her to my full length.

I began to move in her, then lifted myself slightly on my arms and bent my head to tongue her breasts. She reached out and began to stroke my nipples with her fingers. I moved more quickly inside her in response, and she flexed her hips to match my movement. As I gently suckled her, she put her head back and gasped, then moved her hands to my back, her fingertips pressing into my skin.

She began to moan quietly with each thrust, and I felt the tension building within her body. I covered her mouth with mine, and she kissed me hungrily. I felt myself approaching my climax again, and once more groaned as I orgasmed. But Sarah was not quite there, and even after I'd spent myself in her, I continued to move in her. Then finally I felt her rippling around me, her fingers digging almost painfully into my back, her wordless moans of pleasure.



Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 23



Sarah relaxed, and looked into my face.

"Thank you," she said simply.

I smiled, and held her close to me.

I glanced across at Amy and Laura. "Looks like they did need some sleep, after all."

"I think you relaxed them," grinned Sarah. "You feel like a nap?"

I nodded. She shifted position so her back was to me, and I put my arms around her. After a while I heard her breathing slow, and I knew that she was asleep. I closed my eyes and let myself drift off too.

***

When I woke, it was dark outside the cabin window. I glanced at the map display glowing dimly on the wall.

I kissed Sarah lightly on the ear, and whispered, "We're only an hour or so away from Dubai. Think we get something else to eat soon."

She nodded sleepily. I slid out of bed and put on one of the complimentary dressing gowns, then went back into the cabin. After a couple of minutes, I heard the expected tap on the door.

The stewardess brought in trays with a light meal. "Been getting some sleep?" she asked.

"Yes," I said. "The girls have been out of it since not long after we took off."

"It's a good idea," she said. "You have another long flight after this, don't you?"

I nodded. "Not quite as luxurious as this one."

"Well, the Airbus will be on more routes soon," she promised.

"Sadly I think this may be our last long trip for a while," I said.

"Well, we look forward to seeing you again whenever it is," she smiled. Then she was gone.

Amy and Laura came through into the cabin, spotting the trays.

"Goody -- we're starving!" said Amy. She filled a plate, went to her couch, and started to eat. Laura did likewise.

A few moments later Sarah joined us.

"Everyone feeling refreshed?" she asked.

"We probably had a couple of hours sleep, the girls a little more," I said. "We should plan to sleep again on the next flight or we'll be wiped when we get to Kolkata."

As we finished eating, a chime sounded.

"Guess that means we'll be descending soon," Sarah said.

We retrieved our clothes and dressed, once more securing ourselves in our couches. The note of the engines changed, and soon the lights of Dubai appeared on the screens.

"Look, there's the Burj," pointed Sarah. The huge tower passed below us, and we sank towards the runway.

When the wheels touched down, I said, "That's always my least favourite bit, because it means we're not in the air anymore."

Sarah turned to me. "I feel exactly the same. Still, we have a couple more flights to go on this trip -- and remember, I'll be the one flying you to Kolkata for work whenever I can make the schedules fit."

"Maybe we can come along too," said Laura enthusiastically. "We can go shopping and stuff while Tim's at work."

The plane taxied to a halt and we made our way down the stairs to the exit, thanking the stewardesses for a great flight. We followed the signs for transit, and soon found ourselves in the vast concourse with its shops and places to eat.

"We don't have long here," I said, "but there's time for us to have a look around if you like."

Amy and Laura headed off towards the duty free shop, holding hands and laughing as they talked animatedly.

"They're good girls," I said, watching them go.

"Definitely," said Sarah. "Anything special you want to see?"

"Not really. Let's just get a coffee and sit. We can people-watch for a while."

We found a small café, and settled down with our drinks to watch the other travellers.

"Do you think any of them have secret lives like ours?" asked Sarah after a while.

"Who knows?" I said. I looked across the table at her. "I don't take what we have for granted."

She reached out a hand to mine. "India will bring a lot of changes. But whatever happens, remember, I love you."

Suddenly there were tears in my eyes. "I love you too, Sarah. I'm sorry I don't say it all that often."

"You don't need to," she reassured me. "And it makes it extra special when you do."

I saw Amy coming towards us. "Found you," she grinned. "Laura's not far behind, she was buying a couple of things."

Then she looked at my face. "Is everything OK?"

"Definitely," I said. "Happy tears."

I paused. "Amy, there's something I don't say quite often enough. I love you, and I'm grateful for everything we've had these last couple of years."

She hugged me. "I love you too, Tim."

I went on. "Sarah reminded me that being in India will change things, but whatever happens, I'll try to do what's best for you. That goes for Laura too."

Laura appeared carrying a couple of small bags. "Gosh, you all look serious."

Amy leaned over and hugged her. "Nothing's wrong -- I'll tell you all about it later."

We walked to the gate for our next flight, and were soon aboard. This time we were on a 747, and the first class cabin was in the upstairs section. When the plane was airborne, I reclined my seat. "Give me a nudge if I'm not awake when we're coming in to land."

It seemed only a moment before I was woken by the touch of Laura's lips on my cheek. I glanced around the darkened cabin; everyone else seemed to be asleep.

"Don't worry," she said, noticing me looking around. "Who'll care if a daughter is affectionate to her dad?"

I grinned. "Have you officially adopted me, then?"

"Amy told me what you and Sarah said in Dubai. I just want you to know -- I love you too, and Amy, and Sarah. Things may change, but that won't. And yes, Amy and I have both definitely adopted you -- that's official!"

I kissed her cheek, and she smiled. "Think we're landing -- I'd better get back to my seat."

The plane touched down, and came to a halt by the terminal. There was no gate this time, and we came down the covered stairs to the tarmac.

"What time is it?" I asked Sarah. She glanced at her watch. "I make it about seven in the morning, local."

"Good job we slept, then," I said.

"Don't worry -- when we get to Kalaikunda we can crash out in the flat for as long as we like. I still have a couple of days before I have to fly."

Just then we heard a voice. "Sarah!" A tall man in a pilot's uniform approached us and leaned over to kiss Sarah lightly on the cheek.

"Hi, Paul," said Sarah. "Want you to meet my fiancé Tim. Tim, this is Captain Paul Green, he flies for the company too."

Paul's handshake was firm. "And who are these two lovely young ladies?"

"Amy is my niece, and Laura has lived with us for a while. Since my first wife died, they've pretty much adopted us, rather than the other way around."

"Well, Amy, Laura, I'm pleased to meet you," said Captain Green. "Your luggage will have been loaded, so shall we board?"

He indicated a nearby Learjet.

"That looks a little bigger than the one we flew in with you, Sarah," I said.

"Size isn't everything," Sarah said playfully. "Paul usually flies a 45, whereas mine is a 40 -- we have a friendly rivalry over which is better."

I remembered Sarah's aerobatic display the last time she had flown into Satpura, but decided not to mention it in case Captain Green was more 'regulation' than he looked.

We climbed the metal stairs into the luxurious cabin, and Captain Green went forward to start his pre-flight checks.

"It'd be nice to go up front and take the controls," said Sarah. "But I did help finish that bottle of wine on the flight over. That's the rules -- no alcohol for twenty-four hours before flying."

Captain Green's voice came over the loudspeaker. "Ladies and gentlemen, please strap in for takeoff."

The plane was quickly in the air, and we watched the changing colours below as we headed north, crossing areas of forest, fields, and dry river beds. I looked toward the horizon, and caught a glimpse of mountains in the distance as the plane started to descend.

Suddenly I almost jumped out of my skin as two menacing-looking planes in military green shot past within feet of us.

"Wha-" I managed.

"Relax," grinned Sarah. "Just a couple of hotshots from the base having some fun -- they like to buzz the civilian aircraft just to remind us who really owns the place."

The plane descended to a smooth landing, and taxied to a halt past a line of MiG's, their cockpits open.

Captain Green opened the aircraft door, and Sarah walked down the stairs into the heat. I followed her, with Amy and Laura behind me.

Waiting for us was a khaki-clad Indian, short but wide, with a handlebar moustache.

Sarah pressed her palms together, her thumbs touching her sternum, and inclined her head in a deep bow.

"Tim, allow me to present Wing Commander Sridhar," she said. I did my best to imitate her gesture.

The Commander smiled. "Welcome to Kalaikunda," he said in impeccable English. "We are pleased that Captain Sarah has found companionship. She is a great friend of ours."

He extended his hand. "Please come. My orderly will put your luggage in the jeep."

The luggage was loaded, and we got into the military vehicle.

"Make yourselves comfortable," the Commander urged. "Come for drinks tonight."

The jeep drove off, and we passed through several heavily-guarded gates. Finally we reached a compound with a high fence, and pulled up in front of a white-painted bungalow.

We got out of the jeep and Sarah went ahead, pushing open the screen door.

"Home sweet home," she said. The orderly brought in the luggage, putting it in the hall, and left, roaring off back in the direction of the runway.

"Well, here we are," said Sarah. "Bedrooms here, living room there, bathroom at the end of the hall. I don't know about anyone else, but I want to get clean after such a long trip."

She called out in Hindi, and after a few moments a young Indian woman appeared. Sarah greeted her and spoke to her for a while, then turned to us.

"This is Sita -- she looks after me and a couple of the other officers. I've explained to her that now you're here too, she'll be helping us full-time."

The young woman smiled broadly and placed her palms together in the same gesture of respect I'd seen Sarah use. Then she turned and went out through the back of the bungalow. I heard clattering.

"What's she doing?" I asked.

"Heating water so we can wash," Sarah replied.

"I think you'd better give us a bit of an orientation," I grinned.

"Simple, really," said Sarah. "No running water -- there's a pump in the yard. We have a Western-style toilet, you flush it with a bucket and refill it for the next person. For washing, Sita heats up water -- there's a shower room where you just soap up and then chuck water over you till you're clean."

She paused, then added, "And whatever you do, don't drink the water, at least not till you've been here six months."

"What about food?" asked Laura.

"Hungry again already?" teased Sarah. "Sita cooks for us, or we can eat in the officers' club."

"It sounds like quite a hard life for her," Amy queried.

Sarah nodded. "But there's an upside for her. She has a place to live, and food, and she gets to learn the skills she'll need to run a household of her own. And -- very unusually -- she's paid a wage. The money is kept for her, so when she's of an age to marry, she gets something to start with. That's very important in her culture."

"Can we help her?" asked Laura.

Sarah grinned. "You'll have to work that out with her," she said. "It's easier for her in a way if we stick to the roles that are expected, but maybe when you get to know her."

Sita reappeared and spoke briefly. I thought I recognised the Hindi word for water.

"OK, girls, you can go first," said Sarah. "Don't worry if you use all the water, Sita will already have put another pan on the fire."

The girls went into the bathroom, and soon we heard giggling and splashing. Sarah and I went through into the living room, and Sita brought us cold drinks.

"I could get used to this," I said, sipping.

"It's great up to a point," said Sarah. "Most ex-pats just do their jobs and enjoy the easy life. But I can't do that -- Sita and the other locals I know are real people, with lives and concerns of their own. I can't help getting involved."

I looked into her eyes. "Sarah," I said, "I will always trust you to do what's right, even if I don't understand at first."

The girls returned, wrapped in towels, their hair wet. "That was fun!" said Laura.

"We'd better unpack at least a little," said Amy, "if we're going to drinks with the Commander later."

I took their suitcases into what was obviously the guest bedroom, and left them unpacking.

I met Sarah in the hall. "Ready for a wash now?" she asked.

"Sure," I said. "Is there anything I need to be aware of culturally about us being together? I don't want to upset Sita."

Sarah thought for a moment. "Sita knows we're engaged. They have a slightly different concept of that over here, as you can imagine -- for them it's more binding, if anything, because an engagement usually involves discussions between the families about money and land."

She paused. "So many things that Westerners do are strange to these people. I'll talk to Sita this afternoon, make sure she understands."

We went into the bathroom and gratefully removed our travelled-in clothes. Sarah picked up a jug and scooped up hot water from a large bucket, then tipped it over my head.

I spluttered, and she laughed. Then she grabbed a bar of soap and began to lather me, scooping up more water every so often.

"Shampoo," she indicated, and I rubbed it into my hair. I used some of the shampoo on my face, and quickly shaved with a disposable razor I found on a shelf.

"OK," Sarah decided, "you'll do." She rinsed me off with more jugs of water.

"My turn," she said. I tentatively poured water over her head, then began to soap her.

"Everywhere," she insisted, shifting so that I could soap her most intimate places.

She used the shampoo, then I rinsed her down with more water until the bucket was empty.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" she said.

"Actually, very refreshing," I said. I picked up a towel and wrapped it round her, then took one for myself. We went through to the hall; the girls were still busy, so Sarah and I started to unpack in our bedroom.

Sarah found her favourite Indian outfit and put it on, then brushed her hair straight.

"Somehow that outfit looks different on you now we're here," I said.

She grinned. "Sadly the men here mostly wear just trousers and a shirt, unless it's a special occasion."

I found clothes in my case and dressed as she'd suggested. But I hung the Indian outfit Sarah had bought me in the front of the wardrobe; I had a feeling that special occasions would be fairly frequent here.

When we'd found a place for everything, Sarah said, "I think it's lunchtime. I'll show you the kitchen."

She led me out of the back of the bungalow and across a wide verandah. Set slightly apart was a rectangular building, constructed of palm thatch on a concrete frame, with a corrugated iron roof. A thread of smoke was rising through an opening in the roof, and Sita was standing in the open doorway.

Sarah spoke to Sita, who nodded and disappeared into the kitchen.

"Why don't you go and get the girls," said Sarah. "We can eat on the verandah."

I went back inside and looked into the girls' room.

"Well done." I said, "Looks like you've got everything squared away."

"What shall we wear?" asked Laura.

"Depends if you want to change to go for drinks," I said.

"Hmm, good point," said Amy. "We brought shorts, didn't we, Laura?"

They pulled on shorts and t-shirts, and we went out to the verandah. Sita was just bringing food from the kitchen.

"What have we got?" asked Laura.

Sarah pointed at the various dishes. "Spiced vegetables there. This one's daal -- careful, they make it really runny here. Chicken curry in this one, and rice in the big bowl. I'll show you how it works."

I watched, fascinated, as she served herself, then deftly took a handful of rice and mixed it into a ball with the daal and curry and brought it to her mouth.

"I'm impressed," I said.

She grinned. "I've had a lot of practice. The thing to avoid is getting food on your palms, or further up your fingers than the second knuckle. But I'd suggest you use Western utensils until you've had time to get used to it, otherwise you'll either be very messy or very hungry -- or both!"

The girls and I started to eat. "This is very good," I said. "Seem to be quite a lot of bones in the curry, though."

Sarah smiled. "That's how they do it here -- pluck the chicken, take out the giblets, then whack! Dice the rest with a cleaver. No waste."

I nodded thoughtfully.

We finished eating, and Sita came to take the dishes away.

"Coffee?" Sarah asked us.

"Sure," I said. Sarah spoke to Sita, who nodded. She took the dishes, and returned after a few minutes with a tray.

I sipped my drink. "Mm, this is good. How does Sita make it?"

"It's just with boiling milk," said Sarah. "Wait till you try the tea -- that's boiled too, with spices and sugar."

Amy yawned. "Even though we got quite a lot of sleep on the way over, I think I could still do with a nap."

"Well," said Sarah, "it's the hottest part of the day. Go and lie down until it's a bit cooler if you like."

"Come with me, Laura?" said Amy. The two left for their room, and Sarah and I were left on the verandah.

*

All the Indian cultural references in this part of the story are based on my own experiences visiting India and living with people there, and with my (definitely imperfect) understanding of my experiences and what my Indian friends told me. Please bear with any mistakes I've made; I love India and the people I met there, and the last thing I want is to offend anyone.



Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 24



"Are you tired too?" I asked Sarah.

"I wouldn't mind going to bed for a while," she said, her eyes giving away her meaning.

She went to the kitchen door and spoke to Sita, then returned.

"I told her we'd be out this evening so she won't need to cook. She'll go and visit her family, probably go to the market on the way back."

We went back inside the house and into our bedroom. Sarah slipped out of her clothes, and I followed suit.

She knelt on the bed, and I followed and knelt facing her. I took her face in my hands and kissed her lightly on the lips. She smiled against my mouth.

I moved my hands to her breasts, stroking them gently, and she closed her eyes. My fingers brushed across her nipples and she gasped quietly. I bent down to begin to use my mouth on her breasts and nipples, and she gave a little moan of pleasure.

As I continued to suckle her, alternating between one nipple and the other, I slid a hand between her legs and stroked the soft fur of her mound, then moved my hand lower, entering her with one finger and gently stroking her clitoris with my thumb. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around my already-erect penis, moving her hand up and down slowly.

I paused in my attentions to her breasts and lifted my head; she smiled, and bent to use her mouth on my nipples for a while.

I gasped. "Don't take me too far," I said.

She took her hand from my penis but continued to suckle and lick my nipples, as I moved my fingers on her wet opening.

I moved round behind her, reaching to cup her breasts and again stroke her nipples with the tips of my fingers. Then I moved one hand down to touch her clitoris, and the other to slide my fingers into her from behind.

When my fingers were slippery from her, I withdrew them, and moved my hand back a little so that I could touch her rear opening and carefully press one fingertip a little way in.

"Mm," she said, her voice taking on the throaty quality it always did when I touched her there. "I want you to take me that way this time."

I leaned over to the bedside table, where Sarah had put a bottle of hand lotion. On impulse, I checked in the top drawer. As I'd expected, I found the slim plastic cylinder Sarah had carried in her bag already there.

I handed Sarah the toy, and she slid it slowly into her wet opening, then began to move it with her fingers, angling it so that it pressed on her clitoris.

I poured lotion onto the small of her back, allowing it to run down. Then I made sure my penis was well lubricated, and pressed my hard tip against her pink star.

She pushed her hips back against me, and I carefully moved a little way inside her, then slid the remainder of my length into her. I wrapped my arms around her, cupping her breasts, and began to move slowly inside her.

She continued to stimulate herself with the toy, and I felt her begin to approach her climax. I moved more urgently inside her, and as she began to gasp and her muscles began to tense, I reached my own orgasm and emptied my warm fluid into her. She cried out as she felt me climax, and her orgasm took hold of her fully. I held her tightly as she shook, then relaxed back against me, our bodies still joined.

I guided her down to a lying position and pulled the sheet over us. The long journey and the heat finally got the better of me, and I slept.

***

The sun was lower in the sky when I woke. Sarah was still in my arms, breathing quietly.

I checked the time on Sarah's watch, which she'd put on the table by the bed.

"Five o'clock," I said quietly into her ear. "What time does the Commander expect us?"

She stirred. "About six, then we go over to the club for dinner at seven."

"OK. I'll make sure the girls are awake."

I got up and pulled on my clothes, then went to look in on the girls. They had taken off their shorts and were lying on the bed in their t-shirts, their arms around each other, still asleep.

It seemed a pity to disturb them, but I knew they were looking forward to drinks with the Commander. I bent over them and kissed first Amy, then Laura, on the cheek.

Amy stirred first. "Mmm," she said, "I feel much more rested now."

Laura opened her eyes. "Definitely," she said. "Is it time to get ready?"

I nodded. "Have you decided what to wear?"

"We brought some long summer dresses," said Amy. "We thought we'd try to look quintessentially English, at least at first."

She stood, and pulled off her t-shirt, standing in only her panties. She reached for her bra and put it on, fastening the clasp in front and settling her breasts comfortably in the lacy cups. Then she pulled the long dress she'd chosen over her head and smoothed it over her body.

"You look fantastic," I said.

"I feel like I need a hat to go with this," she smiled.

"I'll get you one when we go shopping", I promised.

Laura got out of bed and dressed likewise, choosing a lacy camisole instead of a bra.

"I can get away with it," she said. "Not quite so well-endowed as you, eh, Amy?"

"I think you're both perfect," I said. They grinned.

"Shall we see if Sarah's ready?" I suggested. We went across to the other bedroom, where Sarah was just putting in earrings.

"Looks like we're all set," she said. We went out of the house, and Sarah led us along a path, edged with white-painted rocks, to the other side of the compound.

We went into a low wooden building, and through to a large room with floor-length windows open to admit the breeze. Wing Commander Sridhar was standing talking to a group of uniformed officers; he saw us and turned.

"Please, may I present my staff, and two of my senior pilots," he said.

I shook hands with them. I noticed that they didn't try to shake hands with the girls. Sarah made her usual gesture of respectful greeting, which they returned.

The Commander got us drinks, and Sarah made conversation with the pilots, asking them about the flying conditions. Amy and Laura stood by her, listening.

"So what are your plans?" the Commander asked me.

"Well, Sarah and I have a wedding to arrange," I grinned. "And we have to sort out somewhere more permanent to live, though I'm very impressed with the officers' quarters."

Commander Sridhar acknowledged the compliment. "I understand you'll be working some of the time in Kolkata?"

"Yes," I said. "The company has an office there, and I'll be doing some consultancy."

"And your daughters?"

"Amy wants to do some further study, then get a business job. Laura is an artist, so she'll be painting and sketching mostly. She has an exhibition back in the UK next year."

The Commander nodded. "Good," he said. "May the gods favour your endeavours."

He looked around. "Now, it's time we went in. We're quite traditional here; I know you'll go in with Sarah, but would your girls like to partner with my pilots for dinner?"

"How about it, girls?" I asked. "Think you could cope?"

Laura grinned. "No problem," she said, offering her arm to one of the pilots.

"Why not," said Amy, moving to the side of the other man.

We went into the dining room, and were seated. I'd almost expected servants in Raj-style outfits, but apparently the Commander's definition of 'traditional' stopped short of that; the staff who served us, obviously Air Force personnel, wore khaki uniforms, the creases sharply pressed.

We enjoyed the meal, and I could tell that Laura and Amy were getting on well with their dinner partners. When we had finished eating, port was served; the girls didn't seem that keen, making faces and swallowing theirs like medicine. They grinned at me, and I winked, appreciating their bit of play-acting.

We thanked our host, and walked slowly back to the bungalow.

"What shall we do tomorrow?" I asked.

"I don't have to fly till the day after – though that means no more cocktails for me!" grinned Sarah. "I'd like to take you out into the villages, to meet some of the people I know."

She pushed open the screen door, and we went through into the living room.

"It's much cooler now," I said.

"Yes," said Sarah. "There are plenty of quilts for when we go to bed, though."

Amy grinned. "Well, I think the best solution is for us all to snuggle up together," she said.

"Sounds good to me," I said.

We went through to the master bedroom, and as usual, Sarah and Amy changed into their cotton nightdresses, while Laura wore nothing.

"Brr," she said, "I've got goosebumps."

I glanced across and saw that her nipples were hard with the chill in the room.

"Come on, hop into bed," I said. I undressed, and got into the bed, pulling the quilts up to my chin.

Laura slid in next to me, then Amy on my other side. Sarah got in on the other side of Laura.

"Well, here's to our first night in India," I said. I wrapped my arms around Laura's naked body to give her some warmth, then lay my head down on the pillow and slept.

***

The morning warmed up quickly, and I woke to find that the girls had pushed the quilts off. I admired Laura's naked body; she stirred and opened her eyes, stretching.

"Enjoying the view?" she teased.

"Always," I said truthfully.

Her expression became serious. "That pilot I sat with last night was pretty dishy. Now we're here, what happens if someone takes a liking to me or Amy – and if we like them too?"

"Amy and I talked about this when we first got together," I said. "And Sarah and I thought about it when we wanted to move here. We love what we have together – we love you – but whenever it's right for you to have someone special of your own, all you need to do is say."

I paused, then said teasingly, "But his family had better have good land and plenty of cows to offer for you."

Laura looked thoughtful. "It really does work differently over here, doesn't it."

"Don't worry," I said. "Sarah knows what she's doing, and we can afford to help you get started – a bit like Sita."

Laura leaned over and kissed me. "Thanks, Tim," she said, her voice emotional. "I'm really glad I let you buy me lunch, when you came to meet Amy that day at the university."

Amy stirred. "Someone mention lunch?"

I grinned. "Let me go and see what Sita's making for breakfast."

I quickly dressed, and went out across the verandah to the kitchen. Sita appeared at the door, seeming surprised that Sarah wasn't with me.

I racked my brain for my few words of Hindi, and managed "Eat?"

She grinned and nodded. I made the gesture of respect I'd seen Sarah use; Sita looked confused, but returned it and vanished into the kitchen.

The girls came out onto the verandah – Laura had found a dressing gown – and Sarah followed after a few moments.

We sat down at the table, and Sita appeared with bowls.

"Not curry for breakfast?" queried Amy.

"No," grinned Sarah. She lifted the lids. "Noodles, and omelettes."

Sita reappeared with a plate, which she set down on the table before returning to the kitchen.

"And roti," smiled Sarah. "Remember, we had these at Satpura."

When we had finished eating, Sita brought tea, made as Sarah had said with boiled milk and spices.

I heard a clatter, and turned in time to see Sita going into the bungalow with the hot water. "Ready for a wash, girls?" I asked.

Laura and Amy went into the bathroom, reappearing after a few minutes in tops that covered their arms, and skirts.

"We read that it's polite not to show bare legs or arms," explained Amy, "so we thought we wouldn't put our shorts on if we're going visiting."

"Spot on," said Sarah. "Right, Tim, we should get ready too."

We went into the bathroom and helped one another wash as we had done the previous day, pausing for a quick kiss. Sarah put on her loose Indian outfit, and I stuck with trousers and shirt.

"So how do we get to where your friends live?" I asked Sarah.

"Easy," she said. "Follow me."

We walked out of the compound, Sarah waving to the uniformed guard as we passed. A path took us to one of the main gates of the base, and outside there was an incredible hubbub – vehicles, animals, bicycles, holy men with faces marked with coloured streaks, people selling everything from fruit to pots and pans.

Sarah plunged confidently into the mass, returning with a thin-looking man. "Our driver," she explained. The man grinned, obviously pleased to have passengers.

"So where's the car?" I asked. The driver led us through the crush to the road, and I stopped, my face showing my surprise.

"How are we all going to get into that?" I asked.

Sarah grinned. "Easy," she said.

She climbed confidently into the back of the trishaw, and patted the seat next to her. I sat down, then Amy wedged herself in the space that was left, squeezing us together.

"What about me?" said Laura.

"On Tim's lap, of course," grinned Sarah.

Laura complied, and I wrapped my arms round her waist.

The driver got into the front, and Sarah leaned forward and spoke to him, clearly giving our destination. He nodded, and gunned the engine. I still doubted that it could cope with us all, but by dint of much revving and slipping of the clutch, we were moving.

We shot along at a surprising speed, the driver seeming to know each individual pothole and swerving from one side of the road to the other to avid them.

I began to relax and look around, noticing that the road was passing through a forest area.

"Tiger reserve," explained Sarah.

The road emerged from the forest into open fields, laid out in the typical square pattern. The driver turned off the highway and onto a track, passing through small stands of palm trees.

Eventually I saw low buildings ahead. The driver stopped the trishaw, and we extricated ourselves from the back seat. Sarah paid the driver and we watched the vehicle bounce back along the track and out of sight.

"So where are we?" I asked.

"This family are good friends of mine," Sarah explained. "They're Christians, very respected locally. The man is Amrit, his wife is Anjali. Their little girl is Shila."

"OK," I said.

We walked along a short path – I noticed that the family had a separate kitchen building, as at the bungalow. A small child came round the corner of the house, and her face lit up when she saw Sarah. She ran into the house, calling out, and shortly a young man emerged.

Sarah spoke to him in the Chinese-sounding language, then indicated me and the girls. He was clearly delighted, and called back into the house. A young woman came out, and to my utter astonishment both she and he bent down and touched my feet, then touched their hands to their hearts, making a gesture towards us with their palms open.

I turned to Sarah. Her eyes were brimming, and she said through her tears, "I've never seen anyone use that gesture before, though I know the meaning. They are saying that they respect you as one would a parent, an elder, or one with spiritual enlightenment, and that they open their hearts and give to you."

I felt my own eyes filling, and said, "How should we respond?"

She thought a moment. "All we can do just now is accept – let them give us hospitality."

We followed the couple into the house, the girls unusually quiet. Shila skipped off, probably to play with friends.

Amrit indicated that we should sit down, and Anjali brought us cold drinks.

Amrit spoke, and Sarah translated. "He is sure that God has brought us to them, and that the reason will be made clear soon."

"Well, I certainly don't feel like I have any spiritual enlightenment to offer them," I said. "Quite the opposite – I wish I had their certainty."

Amrit spoke again. "He is inviting us to their church meeting tonight, and to have a meal with them afterwards," translated Sarah.

"Tell him we'll be very happy to accept," I said.

Sarah translated my words, and Amrit smiled. He got to his feet.

"The church is within walking distance," Sarah explained.

Amrit led us along the track that ran past the house, Anjali following holding Shila's hand. We rounded a bend, and I started to hear the sound of singing from ahead of us. Someone was marking out the beat on a drum, and I heard the unmistakeable sound of tambourines.



Amy's Christmas Guest



As the car drew away, I asked, "Amy, did Caroline really hit you?"

"She whacked me on the bum with the flat of her hand," she replied. "It didn't really hurt."

Her eyes met mine, and her next words explained the look in her eyes when she and Pam had returned to the kitchen. "Actually, it kind of turned me on."

"You're quite a kinky girl," I teased. "You like the idea of being taken from behind because it's anonymous and a bit dominating, and you get turned on when you get a slap on the bum."

"You got a problem with that?" she grinned.

"Me? Absolutely not!" I reassured. "Now, what would you like to do first?"

"Well," she began, "I think today it would be right for us to go all the way, but..."

"Yes?" I prompted.

"It would be great if you could last a while when you're inside me, when we do that, so I'm guessing the best way to achieve that is for me to help you to come to start with, then later when you're ready again but can take longer, we can do it."

"You certainly plan ahead," I grinned. "I like it."

"OK," she said, "how do you want me to help you this time?"

"One thing all men like," I said, "is to come between a girl's breasts, because it feels like being inside her but she can do different things."

"I like it," she said. "That means you'd spurt on me again, right?"

I nodded. "Perfect," she said enthusiastically.

She slipped off her jeans, and pulled her t-shirt off over her head.

"Naughty!" I said, realising she had been wearing nothing underneath.

"Who was going to notice?" she dismissed with a toss of her head. "Now, what position?"

"Sit on the sofa, but lean back in the corner, against the cushions," I directed.

She positioned herself as I'd suggested, and I moved over to her, put my arms round her, and kissed her. My tongue gently touched her lips, then I pressed it gently inside her mouth. She responded by touching my tongue with her own.

After a while she broke the kiss and said, "Now, show me how this works?"

I moved up and knelt on the sofa astride her, my penis resting in her cleavage. "Do we need some lubrication?" she asked.

"I know a way," I said. I put my hand between her legs, not surprised to find she was very wet, and transferred some of the slipperiness to my penis.

"That'd work," she said. I began to slide my erect penis up and down between her breasts. As I'd hoped, she used her hands to push her breasts together, making it feel even more as though I was penetrating her. I moved more quickly, feeling her nipples harden against my stomach as her own arousal increased.

"OK, I'm going to come," I gasped, and almost immediately the first spurt of fluid jetted from me and splashed on her throat. As I continued to spurt, she dipped her fingers into the stickiness and deliberately licked them, sucking her fingers clean.

When I was fully spent, I grabbed the tissue box and wiped my penis and her throat clean.

"That was nice," she confirmed.

"So, I guess it's your turn," I said. "Remember, I can help you come as many times as you want before I'm ready again."

"So we've done it in the hot tub – that was amazing! – and you've made me come with your tongue two different ways, and you've watched while I masturbated," she iterated. "What haven't we tried?"

"Well, there's one way which is usually for when both partners want to come, but it works just as well for just one."

"Show me," she said.

I led her to the rug and she lay down, then I positioned myself over her in reverse, so that my head was over her breasts and her face against my chest. I began to kiss her breasts, then suckle her nipples. She parted her legs, and would have started to touch herself, but I whispered, "Wait." Then when I was satisfied I had aroused her sufficiently, I moved down so that my head was between her legs. I felt her kiss my penis and my scrotum, then gently begin to use her tongue on the base of my penis. I wrapped my arms around her legs, parting them further, then buried my mouth in her wetness, beginning to tongue her clitoris at a completely different angle to any she'd experienced before.

She began to flex her hips against me, and I tightened my grip, letting her know that I was in control and that I would determine when and how long for my tongue would be touching her. The movement of her mouth against me became more insistent and less coordinated, and eventually she had to stop what she was doing as she orgasmed against me and her breathing turned to gasps of pleasure. I deliberately continued tonguing her until I was sure she was totally spent, and it would almost be becoming uncomfortable for her, then kissed her clitoris and ceased with my tongue.

"Phew!" she said, "that was amazing."

I released her, and lay down on the rug behind her, fitting my body against hers and embracing her tenderly, just to reassure her that after the control, almost violence, of what I'd just done, I was still gentle with her.

After a while she said, "Tim?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you feeling ready again yet?"

"Think so," I said. "Pleasuring you is the quickest way to get me back to where I need to be."

"I know I said all those kinky things I liked the idea of," she said, "but for the first time, can we just do it normal? Face to face, nothing odd."

"Of course," I said, squeezing her reassuringly. "I really care for you, I don't want either of us just to do this for kicks – but when you're ready for something a bit more adventurous, just let me know – I'm up for anything you want."

"OK," she said. She turned in my arms, and for several minutes we just held each other. I was conscious of her gorgeous breasts against my chest, and that my penis was gradually becoming erect again and she must be able to feel that against her stomach and mound, but just for that time it didn't matter – we were close.

Then she gave me a quick kiss on the mouth and moved her head down so that she could kiss my nipples, gently tonguing them. Very quickly I went from more or less erect, to rock hard and pressing almost uncomfortably against her stomach. She looked at me, and I carefully rolled us over so that she was on her back on the rug. She smiled, and parted her legs, and I flexed my hips so that the tip of my erection was against her wet entrance. I looked at her face for confirmation, and she nodded.

I pressed into her slowly, and a dreamy look came into her eyes as my length slid fully into her as it had done before. But this time, I began to move inside her, angling myself carefully to put maximum pressure on her clitoris as I penetrated her. I moved slowly at first, and was rewarded with an answering flex in her hips. Then I began to increase the pace, and Amy began to pant a little at each thrust. I moved my hands down to her hips, then under her bum to give maximum control to the movement inside her. Because she'd done such a good job of my first orgasm that day, I didn't feel under any pressure to come, and it was obvious from her breathing and the flickering of her eyelids that I was bringing her close to her orgasm. I began to feel the muscles of her vagina tighten around my penis, and simultaneously the growing tension in her stomach each time our bodies moved together at the closest point of my thrusting into her.

Her arms tightened against my back, and I felt her fingers digging into me harder, then her panting breaths turned into little moans, and finally into "Ohhhhhhh!" I continued to move in her, prolonging her pleasure as much as I could, then finally I yielded to the insistence of my own orgasm, surprising myself with how much I could feel myself spurting into her depths as she continued to peak.

Eventually we were both totally spent, and again we held each other close. When Amy could finally speak again, her first words were, "Thank you. That was my real first time, never mind that half-hearted boy."

I nodded, and pulled her head to my shoulder, hiding her eyes for a while so she would have privacy to collect her thoughts at a moment of such significance to her.