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Accountant Ch. 01

By: Beatnic_jazzman



Glancing into my cup as I minimised my story I saw the few cold dregs remaining, I debated making another pot but I decided to get the next chapter submitted first, then I could take a break.

Bringing the browser up I switched tabs and spent a busy five minutes loading my work before hitting the submit button. I sat back satisfied that I was on schedule to have the whole story up in a couple more days.

Just as I was switching to my submissions to check the ratings on my previous chapter the bell rang. I glanced at the time, I wasn't expecting anyone and ten pm was getting a bit late for any casual caller.

I minimised the browser window and walked warily but still curious to the front door. Looking through the spyhole I saw Heather waiting outside in the drizzle.

Hurriedly I unlocked it, pulling it wide and standing aside to let her in.

"Are you alright?" I asked concern showing in my voice.

"Yes," she said, looking a little sheepish as she stepped in. "I've had an argument with Sandra."

My puzzled look led to a fuller explanation.

"She was my lift home and it's raining," she carried on. "I was passing your door and I thought...."

"And you were wondering if I could give you a lift home," I said finishing her thought.

"Yes," she said giving me a smile. 

Her face belied her state, her bedraggled curly red hair and her rain streaked makeup marring her pretty face instead of enhancing it.

I smiled back and flicked my head down the passage. "Come through; turn left at the first door."

Shutting the door behind her I followed her down, admiring her figure as she swayed slightly on her six inch heels and left the feint aroma of her perfume in her wake.

She was Samantha's daughter, my kind of 'friend with benefits' girlfriend. Home for her was a stables and farmhouse on the outskirts of our small town, a half hour walk with most of it uphill.

She was peeling off her wet coat as I entered, her face expressing her displeasure at the clingy wetness of the rest of her clothes.

"I'm soaked through," she said, looking back from me to the coat now suspended by her finger and thumb.

"You can use the dryer if you want," I said. "It's through in the kitchen."

"Can I dry my jeans as well?" she asked looking down at them and swaying a little.

"Yes, if you want," I said nodding. "Wait a minute and I'll get you a bathrobe,"

I turned back to the door. It was a double surprise seeing Heather, this was a rare night out for her, she was normally at home taking care of the baby. I wondered how she had persuaded her mother to babysit for her.

I went up to my quaint little bathroom, an add-on to the original centuries old gatehouse I'd grown up in, and grabbed a towel for her hair and my robe.

I hurried back down and peeked around the door before walking in. She was sat on the coffee table, her bag next to her and her shoes on the floor next to her.

"Here," I said, "I'll make us both a cup of coffee. You can bring your clothes through when you're changed."

She took the robe and towel from me and I turned and left. She followed me in after a couple of minutes looking swamped in the robe, one hand holding it closed while holding out her clothes in the other.

"Go and turn the fire on, warm yourself up," I said taking the offending garments from her. "Coffee will be five minutes."

She smiled at me. "Thanks, I will."

She turned and I watched her walk out wishing I was twenty years younger, cut the age difference down to four years, my twenty two to her eighteen.

I felt a little sorry for her, her mother was a bit too strict I thought, I know she got pregnant at sixteen but that was only part of it. Her father had committed suicide only six months or so earlier.

I can't blame her mother for insisting she take responsibly but she could be a little more generous with her time, it was almost like she was a single mother just living there.

"Do you take sugar?" I shouted.

"Yes, just one." I heard her feint answer.

I brought it out and sugared her coffee, taking it through. As I walked in I could see her perched, back to me, on the coffee table, robe hanging open as she sat warming herself with the fire full on.

She hastily wrapped the robe tight when she noticed me, quickly standing and turning to face me. With my oversize robe on and the towel wrapped around her head she looked small and vulnerable.

"Sit down," I said putting the coffee in front of her.

I sat in my chair as she sat back down. I lay back and began to develop a story from the circumstances, looking for a way to us having sex. Could she have been planning on having sex tonight, she was horny for a real cock after weeks of being stuck at home.

It was a shaky plot and I passed over it, I was still thinking when she broke my reverie with a question.

"How long did you set the timer for?"

"Twenty minutes," I said focusing my attention back on her.

"How long has it been now?"

"About ten minutes I should think. You want me to check them?

"No, I was just thinking of getting home," she replied.

"You want me to give your mum a ring and tell her you're here drying off?"

"No, that's alright, I've got till eleven 'o' clock."

"Oh plenty of time then," I said glancing at my watch for confirmation.

"Mm," she said glancing at the wall clock

My mail chimed. "Ah," I said leaning forward to put the cup down. "Excuse me while I check that."

She nodded, turning back to face the fire.

I sat and waited as the computer stirred itself back into life and clicked up my mail, it was on the alt account I used for lit. After a quick glance over at Heather I opened it, it was a PM on my last chapter.

I skimmed the message before I closed it down again, giving her another surreptitious glance before I stood. I walked back but before I could sit she turned to me.

"Do you think they'll be dry yet?" she asked.

"I'll go and check for you," I said turning.

"No," she said standing.

"No, "I insisted. "You stay in the warm."

With that I walked out. I checked and found it with three minutes left and the waistband still slightly damp to the touch.

"I'd give it another couple of minutes yet," I shouted. "Your t-shirt's dry if you want that."

"No," she shouted back. "I can wait."

I cleaned the percolator and set it up for the morning while waiting, my mind on Friday, my next 'date' with her mother. We made a strange pair, me a semi retired accountant and her running a riding stables, our common link was her accounts, a favour for a friend.

When I took them on she was out of her depth dealing with her Vat, not my specialist area but I was good enough to dig her out. Six months later at a Xmas party we ended up in bed together and things have just drifted on since then with me visiting over the weekend and sometimes a Wednesday as well.

I heard the clinking stop as the timer pinged and shouted "They're ready." As I walked across to get them.

She was standing at the door, one hand still clutching the robe shut, the other outstretched to take the clothes from me.

"Thanks," she said her green eyes flashing at me as she smiled.

I smiled back as I stepped back out and closed the door.

I walked back into the kitchen and propped myself up on one of the stools to wait. I didn't have to wait long before she walked in, heels clacking on the tiled floor.

She looked a hundred percent better, her hair still looked a bit tangled but she'd repaired her makeup and was smiling brightly at me.

"Ready?" I asked pushing myself up.

With her shoes on she was back at eyelevel and her eyes studied me as she gave a slight nod.

"Okay, let's get going then."

I walked behind her watching her tight ass jiggling before me as she made her way to the front door. My mind seeing her sexiness making my cock twitching in response.

I walked with her over to the car, the drizzle not heavy enough to make me run, beeping it open for her as I walked around the back. She sat curled towards me on the drive home.

I caught her looking at me more than once, a gleam in her eye and a faint smile on her face. I smiled inwardly as I let my mind conjure with plots where I get a blow job as a thank you.

I stopped at the back door as she asked, leaving the motor running but switching down to sidelight as we came to rest. She reached and squeezed my arm.

"Thank you," she said, her voice half its usual volume.

"You're welcome," I replied smiling at her.

She got out slowly, giving me a little wave as she closed the door and turned to hers. I waited till she was inside and drove back home. By the time I got home my mind was back on my waiting story.

As I walked in I stopped to retrieve my vaporizer and my weed from the cupboard in preparation for my nightcap. I put in another half hour of writing before closing down.

I realized I'd not replied to the comment as I closed my email but it was too late then, I'd deal with it in the morning if I got time. I'd also forgotten to check how the story was doing.

I clicked the browser open and then clicked on the Lit tab and was happy to see a little red H and a couple of new comments, unfortunately answering them was something else I'd have to put off till tomorrow.

I sat back and swivelled around, heading off to my waiting sleeping draught.

Friday dawned a brighter day, the few clouds I saw on my jog were the fluffy pretty kind and I ran with more enthusiasm than I had in days. I was in good spirits as I worked my way through my day, thinking also of my upcoming night with Samantha as tea time crept up on me.

I drove up in time for tea, Sam greeting me through the kitchen window as I pulled into the yard. I let myself in to find her enveloped in steam as she drained the pan over the sink.

"Your timing is good today," she said.

I gave her a smile of acknowledgement.

"Steak pie, boiled potatoes and peas," she said as I walked over, peering into the pot she held.

"Ah," I said appreciatively.

"Just the two of us tonight, Heather's having pizza in her room," she said putting the pan down and turning to me.

"Ah ha," I acknowledged, stepping closer for the expected greeting kiss.

Our lips met in a mechanical kiss as we both stretched in and then straightened. 

"Help yourself to coffee if you want one," she said, turning back to the pan.

"Thanks, not yet."

I wandered over to one of the stools by the breakfast bar and sat. As I looked at her I unconsciously compared her to her daughter. Where I had twice the weight and bulk of her daughter she could claim two thirds of mine.

She was an inch or to taller than Heather but she had far more muscle; to be expected with all the horse riding she did I supposed. Heather had inherited her fiery locks from her, though she'd missed out on the freckles.

"Have you been busy?" she asked.

"No, I'm ahead, I've got three or four calls next week and I'm finished for this quarter."

"It's alright for some; I've got a full house next week. I'm thinking of taking on another guide," she said as she started apportioning the food.

"Are you still thinking of a new horse?"

"No, the Vet passed Mary fully fit yesterday, some sort of tummy upset so she'll be fine for next week."

She picked the plates up. "Grab the cutlery, we'll eat in the lounge."

I picked the knives and forks and followed her through. She put them on the coffee table and sat. I sat next to her and passed over the knife and fork even as she was turning the TV on.

She turned to the planner, looking up the films. By the time we finished the meal she had the night planned. She brought the coffee back as I was taking a quick look at the news.

"Tsk tsk, Sleepless is just starting," she said, passing me the mug and taking the remote back.

By the end of the night she was lying with her head in my lap while I had my hand inside her blouse gently caressing her breast through her bra.

"Mm, time for beddy byes," she said hitting the off button and stretching

I withdrew my hand as she rolled to face me, her hand coming up to my fly to pat my flaccid cock.

"Is dicky ready to play?"

My cock twitched in response even as she sat up. I put my hands on her hips as I trailed behind her. I ground against her as she stopped at the bottom of the stairs, giggling as she ground back.

She unbuttoned her blouse as she got to the landing, slipping both it and the leather half waistcoat off as she entered her room. I started on my coat and shirt as soon as I was in.

I waited as she stood nude before me fitting her shower cap. Given her age her breasts only sagged a little, each a good handful with dark pink areoles and fat squat nipples that stood nearly a half inch when proud.

She grabbed my half erect cock as she headed for the en suite shower. My cock was ready and willing until the cool water hit us. She quickly moved the dial up, her apology written on her face.

Taking the shower gel I stepped back into the stream of hot water, edging her out to start washing her back. I washed quickly down to the firm muscles of her backside, feeling the strength in her cheeks as I stroked my hand between them.

My hands soon slipped to her breasts after she turned around, my thumbs circling and teasing her nipples till they stood painfully proud. I stood back teasing her as I squeezed more gel into my hand.

Her legs widened a little as I slipped my hand between them. She moaned appreciatively as I squatted, putting the gel down again to bring a second hand into play.

She was squirming in pleasure as I finger fucked her while my other fingers stroked and rubbed her clit. I felt the pressure change as her hands tightened their grip, her body trembling as her orgasm welled up in her.

Her moans turned into a scream of 'Oh god' as she shuddered and let her weight fall on my shoulders. My hands moved to her hips to support her, letting her cling to me as I stood.

I held her, my hard cock pressed to her belly, till she recovered from her wobbly knees. She smiled up at me as I swung her around to swill the suds from her, her face turning up as she stretched for a kiss.

This was a kiss with passion this time, her lips writhing on mine as her tongue explored my mouth. I broke the kiss and spun her around letting the water spray the front of her.

We stepped back into the bedroom and grabbed up the towels, watching her as we quickly dried. She tossed the cap aside as she leapt onto the bed, turning eagerly to me as I followed. 

She turned and knelt, head on the pillow, as I knee-walked up behind her. I rubbed my head in the warm wetness of her folds as she wiggled back with a long groan.

My engorged head stretched her as I firmly pushed it in, eliciting another shorter moan of delight. I felt the wonderful tightness envelop me as it slipped slowly in, my fingers whitening the flesh of her hips as my skin finally touched hers.

I paused, letting her enjoy the feel the fullness of my fat cock gave her before slowly beginning to pump. Her moans started immediately, her hips flexing under my hands as I measure my swing.

I sped up, hearing the familiar soft grunt as I thrust into her; it didn't take too long for the grunt to become a 'Hah', signalling she was near her orgasm.

I slowed down and gave her extra length; I felt her hand at her clit, the tips of her fingers brushing against my shaft as she rubbed herself. She screamed her 'Oh god' an instant before I felt the contractions of her tunnel and the shudders as the waves of pleasure coursed through her.

I fell onto my hands as she flattened out, my hard cock half slipping out as I rode her down. I pushed my hips up, bracing on my toes as she rolled herself over under me.

She stretched her legs wide as I sank back down, her hand snaking eagerly down to guide my cock back inside her. I let it plunge straight in, feeling the familiar welcoming tightness bring the glow of pleasure back.

Hands astride her chest I began to swing my hips, knowing that this time it was for me. I pumped fast and furious, my breath shortening and a patch of cold perspiration forming in between my shoulder blades.

Her third set me off, her pulsing tunnel tipping me over the edge into my cocoon of ecstasy, my hips still jerking I slipped to my elbows, my head resting on her breasts as I fought to get my breath back.

It was many moments later when she stirred, moving her hands from my back to my waist.

"Let's sleep now," she said softly as she pressed lightly to lift me.

She woke me inadvertently as she rose and I drifted back off to the sound of the shower running. Half an hour later my natural alarm clock drove me to the toilet, forcing me to face an unshaven bleary eyed me in the mirror as I washed my hands.

I was sitting in the lounge drinking my after breakfast coffee when she returned

"Ready for the shopping then?" she asked, drinking her own cup.

That was another thing that had become ritualized, our trip to the discount wholesaler. The Saturday morning trip to restock, I tagged along with my own trolley and paid her cash at the end.

When we got back I transferred my shopping to my car while she made a start moving hers to the kitchen ready for restocking the chalets. I helped her shift the rest when I finished and stayed for a welcome cup of coffee before taking my stuff home.

I shaved and showered as soon as I packed my groceries away, coming down to bring the vaporizer out and readied it for use as I waited for my coffee to perk.

I set the cup down and the vaporizer next to it; slipping the bag from my shoulder I swung it into the foot space under the desk. I hit the power button before straightening and sitting down, my thoughts already focused on the story I was going to bring up as I waited for it to fire up.

I reread the last paragraph and my thoughts solidified on the next words. Half an hour later I was drinking my lukewarm coffee as I checked through and eyed the weed still waiting.

Tempting though it was I put the thought aside and went to make more coffee then got back on with the plot, guiding the hero through an encounter with her sister in the mall.

I got a productive two hours in before I stopped for a snack and took my reward as I sparked up the weed whilst enjoying one of my favourite Java brews.

I watched the news for a while, letting the disturbing reality of the new massacres and financial shenanigans into my house, smiling cynically at the mouthing's of outrage from the politicians and pundits.

If I had my way they'd all have to wear a lie detector or better still, a sociopath detector, that would clear the lot out! My dealings as a 'tax consultant' had shown me the greed and corruption behind closed doors.

I left the TV running as it cycled back to the headlines and went for a second cup, setting it up for the next brew before slumping back in the armchair to wait for the latest weather.

I got back to my story feeling refreshed and relaxed, ready to plot out the intro to the next sex scene. My word count was well over fifteen hundred by the time my tummy's grumbling stopped me.

I shut down and checking the house was safe I set off for Samantha's wondering what film we'd watch tonight. She was in the kitchen when I knocked and entered.

"Hi," she greeted me as I rounded the door.

"Hi yourself," I replied, walking over.

"Shop bought Lasagne tonight," she said, turning to me for our 'greetings' kiss.

We smacked lips and I stood back.

"Heather is in the lounge, why don't you go through; I'll be there in a minute."

"Hm, I was hoping for a coffee."

"There's fresh tea in the pot I was just going to pour ours."

"Yes, that'll do thanks."

She turned to the cupboard and brought out another mug, setting it down.

"I don't remember, do you take sugar in tea?"


Accountant Ch. 01



"No, spoils the flavour of that as well."

She nodded and turned back to pouring.

"Here," she said, nodding at the end mug as she set the teapot down.

I took it and walked through.

"Hi," I greeted Heather as she looked up from playing with the baby on the couch next to her.

She smiled almost shyly at me; that died quickly as her eyes flicked to her mother coming in behind me.

Sam sat and pushed Heather's mug up towards her. I sat in the armchair opposite her, sipping my tea before setting it down.

"Pass me the remote," Sam asked looking over at Heather.

She slid it down the table to her and retrieved her tea as well before slipping back up on the couch. Sam switched onto one of the E! channels and I tuned out, I hadn't the slightest interest in who did what or wore what; most of them were just walking egos or social parasites.

I turned my attention to Heather and baby George, named after her father. Much like me she didn't handle her crisis well, turning like me to drink.

It caused a lot of fuss in local circles when it turned out Steven was the father; he was married with children, one of which was her classmate. Steven, of course said she seduced him and as an upstanding local councillor he got away with it.

It cost her mother as well, as her social circle shrank, people who were sympathetic because of the suicide unfriended her. She still saw a few of the wives but gone were the parties and barbeques. 

The bell of the timer sounded over the TV and Sam sprung up to serve out dinner. We ate in the dining room, Heather holding George on her lap as she ate one handed.

Sam claimed the sofa as she and Heather came back in, brushing the toys to the end, bringing me to sit next to her as usual. Heather gathered up the few toys as she passed and sat in one of the armchairs with the baby in her lap. 

Sam flicked around a few channels before settling on an old Friends episode. I sank back into the corner as she snuggled up and swung her legs up under her.

I thought about her husband and the enigmatic note he left "It's all in the paper trail." It explained everything and nothing, but it was no confession of guilt as was claimed.

His overdose was funny as well. His wife's sleeping pills which she'd only just started taking, not swallowing them all down but emptying them into a hot chocolate and drinking that after everyone else had gone to bed.

Heather was first down to find him; she spent the morning half screaming 'No', and half in denial. Sam had to drag her out, taking her to the lounge and phoning the police before pouring them both a stiff drink.

Sam had coped magnificently, her husband's accounts were frozen in an enquiry that's still going on today but in her adoption of the idea to start a riding school and offer holidays with riding lessons thrown in.

Heather turning in her seat attracted my attention, her bare legs stretching out as she slipped into the corner and shifted the baby around.

Restored to its glory her hair hung in natural ringlets over her shoulder, providing a tease to the baby as he lay against the arm. She looked like she was getting involved in the film now on.

Looking at her brought up the stepfather-daughter formula, there was a multitude of stock plots, I thought through a few seeing if any sparked any ideas.

"Mum, can you pause it two minutes," Heather asked leaning forward. "I want to put George to bed."

"Yes," I said. "Give me chance to make a cup of coffee. Anyone else want one?"

"No thanks," Heather said as she shifted the baby into her arms.

Sam straightened up shaking her head and grabbed the remote. I got up and went to the kitchen taking enough time for Heather to get eight more added on. She was two minutes or so behind me getting back.

Sam was already cuddled up again, her finger circling on the remote. She hit the button as Heather entered, leaving her to watch as she resumed her seat.

I sipped my coffee as the film continued; half an eye on Heather as she stretched her legs out onto the coffee table. I watched until a romantic scene sparked a scenario in my mind.

I had an intro worked out when Sam paused the film with ten minutes to go. She stood quickly. "Toilet," she said as she rushed off.

I stretched out, taking the opportunity to put my mug on the table. I lay back again to see Heather, chin balanced on her hands, looking at me over the arm of the chair.

She looked at me grinned. "I know your secret."

I looked back mystified. "What secret?"

"Something you won't want mummy to know," she said in hushed tones.

My thoughts sprang back to my ex-wife and some of the secrets of our sex life that I wouldn't like brought out. I let the time stretch out in the hope of eliciting more.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I said quietly, eventually surrendering as my patience thinned.

She was about to speak when Samantha came back.

She lay across me, head on the arm and her back pressed to me. I rested my hand on her head, idly stroking her hair, my other arm down her thigh and we settled to watch the end.

I soon forgot about my secret as we started undressing, going from fingering her to her first orgasm through to my orgasm that left her fingering her clit to achieve her third.

Sunday was a busy day for her and she left me in bed while she went to check on the horses. By the time she was back I was up and dressed and enjoying a breakfast of poached eggs on toast with fruit juice.

She walked on through to join Heather in the lounge room asking me to bring a juice with me when I came. Heather had said nothing more about the secret when she'd come in earlier with the baby to make a bottle for him despite the questioning look I gave her as our eyes met.

Samantha was relaxing, feet up on the coffee table; Heather glanced over at me as I set the glass down, the smile on her face oddly disturbing. I gave her a quizzical look before settling next to Sam.

Sam had a little moan about keeping everything running, subtly hinting again about me moving in. I nodded and 'Mm'd' at the appropriate points.

I kiss her goodbye and return home, thinking again of Heather's cryptic 'secret' and wondering if she meant my smoking but dismissing the idea after a little logical thinking.

I put the matter aside as I fired up the computer and logged in. On the way to the kitchen I turned the TV on and inched the volume up to listen to the news as I set the percolator up.

I went back and caught the headlines before turning it off and getting my coffee to start writing again. I worked in fits and starts till I grew hungry and stopped to make myself a snack.

As I ate I reflected on the pros and cons once again of moving in with Samantha; she was easy to get on with and I felt some attraction for her and I was sure she was equally enamoured with me.

While it was perhaps selfish I valued time alone to write and be myself. I remembered back before my break up, the first years were wonderful but the slow drag of our habits and my workload had killed the feeling we had way back then.

I poured a fresh cup and returned to my desk. I waggled the mouse to wake the computer and reread the last few words and remembered the next line I'd planned before the break. 

I wrote on for a while and then brought my browser up to check on a word Word hadn't recognised. My home page had an active search already so I brought up an extra tab.

I nearly fell out of my seat, the screen was tiled with my favourite sites, prominent at the top was Lit. I clicked on it and nodded in confirmation when my submissions page came up.

I had a sickening feeling as I realised that this was the secret she knew. I needed a talk with Samantha in private and preferably in bed as we started the foreplay with kissing and cuddling.

Today was a busy day with the changeover of guests and the tidy up of the three chalets with clean sheets and towels. Then this evening she'd join them for dinner and talk to them afterwards about the program.

We'd kind of an unspoken agreement about Sundays and if I broke it now her curiosity would be stirred, it was better between the sheets. That also meant I wouldn't see Heather till then either.

It would be easy, of course, for her to get my number, it was on my web site if she cared to look. If she was going to tell she'd had since Thursday already so it was reasonable to think she wanted something or other.

I'd have to play by her rules for the moment I decided, and wait for her to make the next move. I left the story hanging and got up, going to retrieve my vaporizer and breaking my 'not to smoke during the day' rule.

I sat in the arm chair, fingers on the remote as I brought up my favourite music channel. My thoughts drifted back to associations as I listened.

My dry mouth drove me to the kitchen and a glass of juice, I drank half with the first gulp, swirling the last around. I refilled it and picked up a banana to nibble on. I walked back on autopilot to find myself sitting in front of a blank screen.

I sighed and woke it again, my Lit page still filling the screen to my now amusement at how a simple backdoor defeated my security. I would have told her in my own time, now was to my mind, six months too early.

As I switched to the doc I started to play out the scenario of how I would tell her, looking at the decision paths I would give her character. She would, I thought want to see them.

I mentally sorted them, the more innocuous short stories first. My dry mouth stirred me back to reality and I reached for the glass and drank.

I looked at the words on the screen, changing the sentence to substitute for the flagged word and picked up on the story again. I worked on into late afternoon and was starting to think of something to eat.

As I got to the kitchen door the bell rang, I turned automatically and went to look out of the fisheye spyhole. Heather was standing there.

"Have you seen an earring like this?" she asked as I opened the door.

Even as I looked at her outstretched hand she stepped in. I moved back as she passed me then shut the door and turned to follow her. She turned into the front room and walked over to sit on the settee.

As I got near she patted the seat beside her. I steered to the armchair and sat in that.

"I know about your writing," she said quietly.

"I know, I didn't know it had changed."

"What's it worth not to tell?" 

"Nothing, I'll tell her myself."

"I can say something worse as well, you wanted me to pose nude ...," she retorted

"What do you want?" I asked, knowing I'd lost the first round.

"You to make love to me like in your stories," she said, her voice dropping to almost a whisper.

"What!" I said stunned by her incredulous request.

"I want you to be my secret lover, I want sex again but not the quick fuck from one of the boys in town. I want orgasms and ecstasy like the girls in your stories," she said looking earnestly at me.

"Oh Heather, I'm sorry, the books are fantasies," I said standing and feeling sympathy for her. "Loving sex is the best there is but three orgasms and all that licking and sucking...."

"This is not going right," she said shaking her head. "I thought you'd be eager once I asked," her voice carrying her upset at the end.

I sat next to her. "I'm flattered but I can only manage half of what I describe three times a week with your mother."

"Please, I'm tired of masturbation. I want a real man to satisfy me, someone who's tender and caring."

"I don't want to go behind your mother's back," I said trying a new tack. "I don't want to mess up my relationship with her. If she were to find out I'm sleeping with you what do you think would happen?"

"She won't find out," she said plaintively.

"No. I'm not prepared to risk that. You get her permission and we'll talk about it again."

I hoped that would be the end of it. Though I took care not to show it, the thought of her in my bed had stirred my cock, I could almost feel her smooth skin and firm breasts. It was a nice dream but that was all.

She turned to me and leant forward, wrapping her arms over and around my shoulders.

"I'm so alone up there all day long," she said with a sob.

I patted her awkwardly on the back. "If you want you can bring George down for an hour or two, we could have lunch together. Would that help?"

"Can I be your secretary?" she asked leaning back. "I can type and you could teach me about accounts."

"Whoa, not so fast, I don't need a secretary, I can't afford a secretary."

"You don't have to pay me. Getting out of the house is enough."

"Aren't there any mothers and baby clubs?"

"Only the church ones with their tea and biscuits."

"Well that's something we can ask your mum, though I'm often out visiting clients."

"Yes, that doesn't matter, anything to be away from the farm for a while."

"Okay. Now hadn't you better take your lost earring home?"

She smiled at me. "You're as nice as your heroes, mum's lucky."

"Do you want to freshen up first?"

"No, I'll be alright," she said with another little smile.

As I saw her to the door I wondered if I was doing the right thing, and hoping she'd not be too disruptive to my routine. I waved her off and leant back on the front door after I closed it glad my secret was still safe.

I'd still have to tell Samantha, it looked like sooner rather than later was the better option but there was no panic anymore, I could tell her in my own time.

Getting back to the front room I looked at the vaporizer sitting innocuously on the coffee table and wondered if I'd given another secret away.

I reached down for my stash bag and broke my rule a second time. Within ten minutes I was mentally writing out the plot of my surrender to her demands and feeling my cock stiffening.

My tummy rumbled and reminded me of my hunger and my daydreams were forgotten as I was driven to the kitchen to sate it. When I finished I strolled back to the front room with my coffee.

After I stopped to tidy up the table in case anyone else called I headed back to the computer. The fantasy of Heather and her young body was begging to be written.

I could change my part to be a three day eventer with a platonic relationship with the mother, he could be one of the few friends left and a neighbour, maybe he was thinking of investing in the place, adding more stables and a riding school.

I called up a new Doc and began to get my thoughts down, fleshing out the characters first and then working out the mechanics of how she gets to know, how she uses his laptop, in the car while waiting?

He could be more afraid because he would have children at the riding school. With a workable plot I thought about her motives and gave her a daddy complex and changed the circumstances around so that she'd had an older man's child.

His wife had died at a foxhunting meet, impaled on a fence perhaps to add a bit more pathos to the tragedy. Her husband had divorced her for a younger bride and the estate was part of the settlement.

By the time I got the outline down the evening had slipped by and felt satisfied enough with what I had down 'on paper' to call it a day and have my goodnight draft of the vaporizer.

Monday I had two calls to make and thought them through on my morning jog and was surprised to find Heather waiting on my doorstep.

"It's only seven thirty," I exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

"Well the baby was up at six for a feed," she said looking down at the pushchair. "He's asleep now and I was bored so here I am."

I gave a slight shake of my head.

"I walked down, I was hoping you could give me a lift home after," she said.

"Well you'd better come in," I said fishing out my key.

She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Her thick ponytail making her look feminine and girlish. Besides the pushchair she had a bag and a tray full of baby things. 

I stepped aside and took the bag from her as she passed me. I followed her into the front room and put the bag down on the settee.

"I need a shower then I'll have to get the papers together for my morning call, maybe an hour or so up at Marshal's Garage," I said as she released the carrier. "You'll have to make yourself comfortable for a while."

I watched her put it at her feet as she sat.

"Let me get my shower first then we can sort things out over breakfast," I said turning.

"Shall I make it for you?" she asked.

"No, it's only muesli. You could start the percolator if you want," I answered over my shoulder.

I rushed up and hurriedly showered and dressed. She was in the front room when I got back down and poked my head in.

"Coffee ready?" I asked.

"I don't know," she answered looking up.

"I'll see to it now," I said ducking back out.

I was pouring the milk in the bowl when she followed me in.

"Have you got a spare key?" she asked. "I could go for a wander along the quay while you're out."

"I'll have to get one cut, I'll only be an hour at the outside. I wish I could put it off...."

"No it's okay," she interrupted. "I can make myself at home till then."

She smiled at me as she shifted the weight of the carrier from one arm to another.

"Finish your breakfast," she said with a nod to the bowl I was holding. "And I'll take the coffee through."

"No, you go and I'll bring this through on a tray," I said putting the bowl down.

She watched while I brought the tray and shifted the cups and bowl onto it, falling in behind me as I walked back through to the front room.

She put the baby back down as I set the tray down and picked up my breakfast and took my first mouthful. She sat opposite me and picked up her coffee.

"It must be nice to live in town, there are people around even if it's only looking out the window," she said looking over to the big picture window.

I nodded agreement, still chewing.

"Have you lived here long?" she asked.

"I grew up here," I said swallowing. "This was once my grandfather's shop. I moved back from London after my divorce a couple of years ago."

"What did you do in London?"

"The same as now, accountancy," I said taking another spoonful.

She watched me as I chewed making me feel a little self conscious.

"What was your wife like?" she asked as I swallowed.

"Do you want to hear me start swearing?" I said jovially.

She laughed, her breasts jiggling under her t-shirt.

I gave her a half smile and took another spoonful. She sat in silence as I finished and put the bowl down.

"What's the code for your modem? I'd like to link my phone up if it's okay."

"Yes, sure," I said getting up. "It's on the side of the router."

I walked over to my desk and stooped to read out the Code to her.

"Thanks," she said looking up. "Keep up with my tweets."

I nodded back and returned to my coffee. Picking it up and sitting on the arm of the chair as I looked up to the clock, time to put the TV on for the eight 'o' clock news headlines.

I sat and watched while I drank my coffee. With the garage just five minutes away I had plenty of time, if it had been any other day I'd be repeating the checks I'd done on Friday.

As it was I had time for another coffee and talked with Heather about the weather report. After a trip upstairs to brush my teeth I picked up my laptop and told her to help herself to anything she wanted before leaving.

I was fifteen minutes over my promised hour; I'd taken time to get a key cut. I tested it to let myself in and could hear her talking to the baby as I walked down to the door.

She was sat on the floor playing with the baby, as she looked up I gave her a smile.

"Won't be a moment," I said dropping the laptop bag to the floor. "I need to use the loo."

She was sat in the armchair, baby on her lap, when I returned.

"Here's your key," I said holding it out as I crossed to her.




Accountant Ch. 01



She leant forward, clutching the baby to her to take it as I reached her. I dropped it in her outstretched hand and sat down on the arm of her chair and looked over at the infant making goo goo baby noises.

"Shush, I want him to go back to sleep. He's just had a feed and a little play and he usually sleeps through till dinner time."

I made a 'sorry' face at her and carefully stood and walked out to the kitchen to make coffee. She followed on in as I sat sipping mine, the baby snug in its carry.

"Yours is over next to the percolator." I said quietly.

"Thanks," she mouthed back.

"No bother," I said softly back as she walked over to pick the cup up.

The weight of the baby carrier skewed her frame and gave her bum an odd jiggle as she walked. She turned and arched her eyebrows as she inclined her head to the front room.

I nodded understanding and walked behind as she returned to the front room. She sat on the settee with the carrier next to her while I returned to my armchair.

She slipped off her shoes and curled her legs up under her. "I think he's fast asleep now," she said in a louder voice as she peeked at him and retucked his blanket in. 

She reached for her cup and sat back into the corner.

"What shall I call you? If you're going to marry mum you'll be my new daddy."

"Oh, I wouldn't plan on any marriage just yet awhile. I mean I like her and all but we need to find out how tolerant we can be of each other... Living together is the next thing."

"Oh," she said putting on a mock pout. "I wanted to be the maid of honour."

I laughed. "I need to earn my pocket money. I've got some small points to iron out with Beasly's later this afternoon and I need to go over the figures one more time before I take the returns to him."

"Can I help?" she asked straightening a little.

"No, not this time, let's leave the man some secrets."

"Okay," she said smiling back at me.

I smiled back at her as I stood then walked over to my desk to boot up the computer. I'd put in a good half hour's work when I felt her presence behind me. 

"Sage, isn't that an herb?" she asked as I swivelled my chair around to face her.

"Yes, but it's also a program I use."

"Shall I make some more coffee?" 

"Yes...thank you." I answered. "I'm nearly finished here."

"Okay," she said turning.

I spun back around, and quickly ran through the figures on the final page then saved the current data to the usb stick. I stood up and stretched then turned and made my way to the armchair, peeking at the baby as I passed.

I turned to watch as she entered with the tray.

"I brought some biscuits as well, hope that's alright."

"Yes, if you don't mind me dunking them."

"Dunking's cool," she replied with a smile.

She put the tray down and peeked into the baby carrier before she moved it over to sit nearer to my chair and the tray. 

"Do you have many calls?" she asked.

"No, not as a rule but there's a submissions deadline coming up so I've got a few during the week."

"Ah," she said. "Why have you got two computers?"

"One's a server for the virtual private network that I run and the others what I use for work."

"You don't watch much TV do you?"

"No why?"

"Something to talk about," she explained. "You won't know about modern music and with your writing I didn't think you watched anything but news."

"That's all filled with gloom and doom. What with climate change and the threatening economic collapse." I looked over at her baby. "I feel sorry for those born now; life's going to be much more of a struggle for them."

"I don't know much about those things, I see discussions sometimes on blogs but I don't read them 'cause they usually get technical."

"I can explain a lot of it if you want."

"Mm, not now. You can tell me how you get your ideas for your stories; the ones I've read so far are good. What are those little red H's?"

"If your score is over four point five it means 'Hot'."

"So where do your ideas come from?"

"My muse is the best answer, I kind of imagine a situation and then tell the story of what and how it happened." I paused and raised my eyebrows questioningly.

She gave a slight nod.

"I sit and write what I see the characters are doing in my mind, sometimes the characters do things I don't expect but the stories always seem to work out."

I retuned my focus to her face.

"So it's all just imagination?"

"Yes, but I try to keep it consistent with reality, people acting out events in their lives with lots of sex thrown in. No, if I'm honest it's about the sex in people's lives and what could be happening behind closed doors."

"Your heroes are shy and intelligent?" she asked probing deeper with an open question.

"And my heroines are slim and small breasted like you. All designed to appeal to a section of readers, there's little bits of fetish and allsorts. I just write them, I don't live them though there are some I wouldn't mind, magic powers would be nice."

She laughed. "I could use them as well, or mind control."

"I've got one of those half written," I said. "Couldn't decide where to take it."

"Let me see?"

"Maybe, it's in the 'pending' folder."

"How many stories have you got?"

"Dozens, but I've only published a few and dozens more half written that I might get back to one day."

"Would you write a story for me?"

"Yes if you want, what sort of story do you want?"

"A 'happily ever after' ending, I want to fall in love with the perfect man."

"How will it start and with or without lots of sex?"

"Oh I want sex in it and it should start in her bedroom as she gets up and wishes she had someone to share her bed with."

"Whoa, you need to be more subtle in your opening. Let's see she's been without a boyfriend for X months. She's seen a boy she likes...."

"No," she interrupted. "He meets her, spills his drink on her and then tries to chat me up."

"In a pub? At a party?"

"At a party."

I looked at her, waiting for her to carry on.

"He follows her into the kitchen and while she dabs the beer off her blouse he tries to dry her skirt, she hits him for touching her leg and he apologizes more."

"Good, now go and write that down and what happens next. Don't worry too much about what they say." I said standing. "You can use my laptop."

I went and retrieved the bag from by the door, unzipping it as I walked back. She moved the carrier onto the table to make room for me and I sat down next to her.

She looked over my shoulder as I booted up and logged in. I brought up Word and passed it over.

"Here you go, just keep thinking what happens next and type it down."



Accountant Ch. 02



I sat back and watched as she hunched over the keyboard balanced on her knees.

"Are you alright like that? I've got one of those TV dinner trays if you want."

"No I'm fine," she said glancing up at me.

"Okay then, I'll go back to my computer and do a little more work; we can stop for dinner in an hour or so and see what you've got by then."

"Okay," she said glancing up again.

I went back and carried on with my Tuesday afternoon appointment's accounts, leaving her tapping away on the keyboard. We didn't make the full hour as the baby woke and cried for a nappy change.

I hit the save button and turned, swivelling the chair to face the back off the settee.

"What do you want for dinner, the chef recommends his scrambled eggs."

She popped her head up

"Always trust the chef," she said. "Eggs will do fine."

"Anything with it, onions, cheese, tomatoes?"

"Sweetcorn?"

"Sweet corn we have, give me ten minutes."

"Okay, I need to make some more formula as well, could you put the kettle on."

"Yes," I called over my shoulder as I exited.

I filled the kettle and got the eggs and things. Five minutes later she walked in. she had the baby in a sling on her chest with her arms wrapped around him, bag hanging on her shoulder.

"Is the kettle boiled?"

"Yes, I don't know if it's cool enough yet, it's been a long time since I made a bottle."

I carried on stirring the pot as she heaved the bag onto the counter and sorted through it for the bottle and things. She was still cooling it under the tap when the eggs were done.

"Ready," I announced, taking the pan off the heat.

"Two minutes," she replied.

She fed the baby with one hand and leant to the side to eat with the other, I'd give her time to feed him first next time I decided, mentally apologising to her.

She played with the baby after our light lunch while I saved her work and loaded up mine from the usb stick. Everything looked okay and I shut it down and packed it away ready.

She was still playing when I left for my appointment. She was watching TV when I got back, the baby on her lap engrossed with the sound effects of a fluffy toy rabbit.

"All finished?" she asked as I walked across to my chair.

"Yes, I'm done for the day," I said putting the laptop bag down on the table and sitting down.

"Can we move the settee around a bit so I can let baby play on the floor?"

"Yes, we can back it around and move the coffee table as well if you want," I said as she stood.

"No, just the settee is okay," she said as she moved down to the armchair.

As she went to put the baby down I stopped her. "It's okay; I can shift it by myself."

"You sure?" she asked straightening back up.

"Yes of course," I said bending to lift it.

I walked it around behind the desk, leaving enough room for me to get to the computer.

"Is that okay?"

"Yes that's fine," she said walking back and laying the baby down on the carpet.

"Can I?" she said turning to reach out to the laptop.

"Yes of course. It'll need to be plugged in."

"Where's the socket," she asked looking around.

"I'll do it," I said stepping forward to pick up the bag.

I unzipped it and unravelled the lead handing her the end after I plugged it in.

"Thanks," she said, sitting on the floor and putting the laptop on her knees.

"You want a cuppa?" I asked.

"Yes please," she said giving me a smile.

As I started to walk out she called me back. "Wait! Can you log on for me."

"Oh, sorry," I said walking back.

I stopped behind her back and knelt down, catching the aroma of her perfume as I put my head over her shoulder and slipped a hand around to type in my password.

"Thanks," she said softly, half turning to look up to me as I stood again.

"It's okay," I said as I walked away again.

After coffee I settled down at my computer, jumping back to my other story and plodding on with that. I carried on aware of her and the baby behind me but they were a minor distraction.

As it got towards teatime I finished the scene off and turned to look over the back of the settee at her. She was holding the bay in one arm and typing with the other hand.

"Are you staying for tea?" I asked.

"I'd better not, mum will be expecting me home."

"Okay. How's the story coming?"

"Fine, but I haven't written any of the sexy bits in yet." She said with a feint smile.

"You can fill those in later, you don't have to be explicit or anything. Do you want me to look it over?"

"No not yet, it's all bits and pieces still."

She stood and awkwardly put the laptop on the table.

"Do you want me to hold him?" I asked getting up and walking around.

I took him; the back of my wrist brushing her breast as she leaned in. 

"Who's a good boy then," I said as I bounced him in my arms.

I walked over to my armchair and sat, sitting him looking outward so he could see his mum. She collected her things together and brought the pushchair over and folded it down.

When she was ready I stood and gave her back the baby. As she seated him on her hip I picked up the pushchair and carrier and led the way out to the car.

I walked in carrying the baby's things, parking them in behind the front door. I walked through to the kitchen and greeted Samantha who was busy preparing tea.

"How did she do?" she asked looking up at me.

"Typing practice," I said realising we had no cover story. "When she wasn't playing with George."

"It's good of you to let her help you," she said giving me a wide smile.

"There's the problem," I replied. "I may only have a few letters from time to time so there's not really much for her to do. I don't mind her coming down; she needs to get out of the house from what I can see."

"Yes, she's been cooped up here too long, I still think her father's death affects her," she replied, lowering her voice.

"Yes, we need to talk when I come up Wednesday," I said quietly as I stopped next to her.

"About Heather?"

"Indirectly, we've known each other long enough and we need to talk. I've got an unusual hobby, some might say, and it's time to tell you."

"Oh you can't say that without an explanation. You expect me to wait until Wednesday?" she exclaimed.

"What about Wednesday?" asked Heather walking in.

"Your mother's cooking, I asked her to save me some till I came up on Wednesday," I answered, turning to see her standing there with the baby back on her chest in the sling.[?]

"What are we having then?" Heather asked.

"Bolognese," Samantha answered calmly.

"Mum makes a nice one, why don't you stay and have tea here with us," Heather asked.

"Yes, there's enough, you won't have to wait till Wednesday then," Samantha added suggestively.

"Mum, think of baby," Heather said jokingly.

"I've got steak with fried onions waiting at home," I protested knowing there was no escape now that her curiosity was driving her. "And my computers on."

"Bring it up Wednesday, I'll cook it for you then," Samantha said, cocking her head.

"Okay," I said accepting both offers with a forced smile.

"Then you can go through and wait while I get things ready." Samantha told me.

Heather gave me a smile as I turned around and I followed her as she lead the way through to the lounge. She sat and picked up the remote.

"Do you want the news?"

"Err yes thanks," I said normally, then I lowered my voice. "I've told your mother that today was typing practice if she asks you."

"Thanks," she answered smiling. "I would probably have said that as well."

"Ha. Great minds eh," I said grinning back at her.

She selected a twenty four hour news channel and I sat back to watch. I glanced over once or twice as she played with the baby now seated in her lap as the news played on.

"You can do his bottle now if you want," Samantha said as she came in still wiping her hands.

"Oh, Okay," Heather said. "Will you watch the baby then?"

"Yes," she said angling for the chair to take him.

She sat on the couch as Heather walked off, keeping the baby on her knee. She glanced around as to check Heather was gone and then turned to me.

"Come and sit here," she ordered.

"What's this mysterious hobby?" she asked as I made my way around.

"I'm a writer. I write romance stories that go a little further than the traditional bodice rippers. Quite a way beyond in some cases."

"Erotic novels," she said a smile growing on her face. "Sexy love scenes, I've read a few when I was younger, have you got any copies I can read?"

"They're Ebooks, for Kindles and things. I've got a memory stick you can read in Word if you want. Some of them are on line, you can read them there," I said relieved at how well it was going.

"You'll have to show me," she said enthusiastically. "We can use the office computer."

"Yes if you want. I have to warn you that it can get a bit graphic in some of the stories. I have a vivid imagination...." I hesitated as I sought the right words.

"Sucking and licking like our love making," she said with a little giggle.

"Yes," I said looking at her. "And sometimes the characters have other desires as well. But it's all basically a romance, boy meets girl stuff with a few twists and turns."

"I would never have thought of you as writing sex stories, it's no wonder you're such a good lover." She reached over and rubbed my cock. "Big knob and staying power."

She trailed her hand back over my thigh, taking my hand and intertwining our fingers. "They say still waters run deep. I still find it hard to picture you as any kind of writer let alone 'erotic'"

I snuggled up against her, when we were like this I wanted to move in until my conscious reminded me of reasons not to. We were still pressed together when Heather came back.

"Has he been good," she said, directing her words to George.

She put the bottle down on the arm of the chair and turned to take her baby back.

"I'd better check on the pan," Samantha said as she got up.

Heather sat down and lay the baby in the crook of her arm and picked up the bottle to feed him. I turned my attention back to the TV, though by now the news was back to recycling the last hour's news again

I glanced across to Heather and saw that her attention was on the baby suckling away at the bottle, I was also amused to see that the baby had hooked his little fingers into her t-shirt and was pulling at the cup of her bra.

I smiled to myself at the thought of playing with her firm young breasts and wondering what her nipples were like. Were they full and thick like her mothers or thin and pointy like my ex-wife's?

I began to think of how my hero would get his first look; did she undress, would he undress her? Where would it take place? Next thing I knew was Samantha calling us to come and eat.

After dinner Samantha shooed Heather off telling her I would help with clearing up. I collected up the plates and cutlery while she put the pans in the dishwasher. As soon as she set the program she put her finger to her lips and led my though to the office.

As soon as the computer was booted she brought up the browser and smiled at me as she stood up and let me take the seat. I was a little nervous as I sat in front of the screen, deciding not to log in but to use the authors list.

I brought up my submissions page and as I turned she pushed on my shoulder to urge me from the seat. I got up as she jumped into the chair and focused on the screen, hand already on the mouse and scrolling down through the chaptered list.

"Okay, bookmark it then you can shut it down and it's there in your favourites when you open it next time," I said hoping she wasn't going to start reading now.

"Yes I know," she said admonishing me.

"Well Heather will be wondering where we've gone, she might come looking for us."

She gave a soft laugh as she turned in the chair. "I doubt she'll come looking, she'll be too busy with the baby."

I smiled at her as I slowly shook my head. "Come on I've got work I need to finish. You can ring me later and tell me what you think."

"Alright," she said turning back to the screen.

A few clicks later she stood and slipped her arm around my waist. She looped the other arm around my neck and stretched up for a kiss, as our lips met her tongue darted into my mouth.

I rolled my lips on hers as our tongues intertwined, enjoying the taste of her as I moved my hands from her hips to the middle of her back to hold her to me, feeling my cock responding as her hard nipples were crushed into my chest.

"You can stay if you want," she said huskily as she broke the kiss.

"I wish I could but I've got work to catch up on, honest."

"Alright," she said twisting out of my arms. "You can make it up to me on Wednesday."

"Mm, over the side of the bed," I said smiling at her.

She smiled again and pouted her lips in an air kiss before turning to the door. I trailed along one step behind as she led me back past the lounge to the kitchen.

She put the dishes away while I stood for the minute or so it took her. She gave me a quick smile as she closed the cupboard and turned to walk back to the door. I followed her back into the lounge.

"Heather, do you want a lift in the morning?" I asked as walked in.

"Yes please," she said eagerly looking over to me.

"Okay, I'll pick you up about nine."

I turned to Samantha. "I'd better be off. Thanks for the meal, I really enjoyed it."

Samantha turned to me. "Already, I was about to make coffee."

"No thanks, I need to be going." I said as I turned to leave.

Samantha followed me as I walked to the door. I opened it and turned to her in the open door. She leant towards me for the goodbye kiss, touching her lips to mine before straightening again.

"I'll speak to you later okay?" I said stepping backwards out of the door.

She nodded, slowly closing the door. I turned and walked away, back to my car and the drive home. I was relieved that she knew but still a little concerned as to how she would take some of the more graphic sex scenes.

Still given her reaction so far I had the feeling that the outlook was favourable enough for me to worry a little about whether she was into any of the fetishes I touched on, hoping she's realise they belonged to the phantom people I created.

I had the percolator on as I got home then it was into the stair cupboard to get the vaporiser out and take it to the front room. The story of Heather was pushing for me to continue it but I wanted my fixes first.

When the vaporiser was ready I left it waiting while I made my coffee and brought it back. I put it on the desk while I booted the computer up. As soon as I signed in I went back and fired up my weed.

My earlier thoughts about the fetishes had stirred my grey cells and I was going to incorporate elements of it into my story. I thought the story out as I read through my notes and began mapping out how she'd find out.

I could start with a lift to the out of town supermarket, shopping done they stop to fill up, the card readers are down on the pumps and everyone has to pay in the shop. While he was gone she picked up his laptop to check on her emails but found his lit page when she opened the browser. 

She copied his user name and shut it down and replaced it under the seat where he'd hidden it to go shopping. As I wrote it I wondered if it was a bit weak but it would work unless I thought of anything better.

Next was setting the blackmail scene, she'd have to have a few days to read through his stories and she'd have to get him alone. She could ask him for a lift into town, it was only a short ride to the post office.

He is shocked enough to stop on the side of the road to listen. Her first demand is that he suck her toes. She's pleased when he does it thinking that he'll do anything she asks from now on.

With my opening firmly established I went back to the top and started to write the story proper. I spent most of the rest of the evening fleshing it out and filling in the dialogue.

When I was finished I felt quite pleased with the way it was coming together. I had the characters established and beginning to lead the story as I got to the end of the outline.

I finished the dregs of my last cup and moved to my armchair to build another hit before I went to bed. I saw the laptop lying there and couldn't resist taking a peek at the story she'd written.

I was expecting the part story she'd originally voiced but she had a different one started here. It opened with two friends talking about an upcoming concert with the protagonist complaining that she couldn't afford to go.

As I read on her friend told her that her uncle would pay fifty to practice his hypnotism on her. She'd got as far as them on their way over after phoning him. Her friend was reassuring her that she'd be there and he had practiced with her before and she was alright.

I was intrigued, though her grammar and punctuation needed tidying up she had drawn me in. I'd have to persuade her to let me see it officially so I could suggest changes to rid it of some of the rough edges.

I closed it down and got on with filling the bowl and then waiting for the green light to inhale. As I prepared for bed I felt a little guilty about neglecting the story I had been writing, but it would have to wait till this one was out of my system.

I was up for my usual jog in the morning, feeling a little bit excited at the thought of her coming down again. I was impatient to see where her story was going.

She was ready when I called, the bag with the baby tings just inside the door. Samantha popped her head out of the office as I passed and stopped me.

"I'm sorry, I was going to call but I fell asleep." She whispered.

"That's ok, what did you think?"

"I didn't understand much but the sex was good>"
"What story did you read?"

"The Cyborg one."

"Ah, that was a bit of an experimental one, you should read the 'Marooned' one."

Heather appeared in the passageway. "I thought I heard you."

"Yes, are you ready," I said turning to her. The sight that met my eyes set my heart beating faster, she had a tank top and tight fitting white leggings that showed of her sexy body.

"Yes, I'll just pick up the baby," she said ducking back into the room.

I turned back to Samantha and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "We can talk later, when I bring Heather back."

She smiled at me as she stepped back into her office. I walked back up to the front door and picked up the bag and opened the door to wait for Heather. When she reappeared with the carrier I walked slowly over to my car.

As I was belting the carrier in she jumped into the front seat. "You know if we're going to be doing this regularly we should get a proper car seat for him," I said over her shoulder.

She stopped fussing in the bag and turned to me. "It's supposed to fit him till he's eighteen months old."

"A proper car seat will let him sit up instead of staring at the roof and it can be fitted permanently." I said.

She pursed her lips and gave a small nod. "Okay if you want to get one."

"I'll see about one when I go to the shopping centre next," I said, backing out and closing the door.

The drive home was quick and it only took a couple of minutes till we were inside and walking through to the front room.

"Do you want a coffee?" I asked as I dropped her bag on the settee.

"Yes please," she said looking up from unstrapping the baby.

"Okay," I replied turning to go.

When I got back she was sitting cradling the boy, rocking him slowly as she tried to get him to sleep. I put her coffee next to the laptop and walked around the settee to start my computer.

I'd been working for a quarter of hour when I heard the heard the Windows signature tune from the laptop, I swivelled the chair around and got up to sign her in.





Accountant Ch. 02



She was sitting cross-legged with the laptop precariously balanced on her thighs, drawing my eyes into an appreciation of her figure as I rounded the end of the settee. 

"Here," I said as she looked up at me. "I'll need to log on."

She turned it sideways, making me sit next to her. I held onto the screen to steady it as I tapped the code in.

"What's your password?" she asked.

I looked up at her as I hit the enter key. "A secret," I answered with a touch of humour to soften it.

"Oh," she said, half whining in a show of disappointment.

"No, it's for security, I've got peoples personal data on it and the Data Act has strict guidelines for access."

"I won't tell anyone," she said leaning into me.

"Still no," I said sternly.

"Oh," she said pouting.

"If you want I'll set up another account and you can use that. Then I could let you borrow it."

"How did you know I would ask?" she asked, her voice a mixture of surprise and puzzlement.

"A parent's intuition," I answered grinning at her.

Her face changed as it clouded with sorrow I realised I'd said the wrong thing, somehow brought back a reminder of her father with my casual reference to 'parent'.

"Oh god," I said under my breath.

I slid the laptop aside and leant in to hold her. "I'm sorry , I wasn't thinking," I said softly as I put my head next to hers.

She sniffed to control her emotions. "No, I should be over it but that's something he might have said."

Our arms were wrapped around each other, my hand cradling her head to mine. I could feel her breasts pressed against me, the nipples hardening as she rubbed her head against mine.

Gently, I drew back, letting my hands slip down to her bare waist before releasing her.

"Do you want a fresh cup of coffee before you start?" I asked, making my excuse.

As I shifted the laptop between us I glanced at her nipples and could still see the little tents, I followed through to pretend I was looking at the laptop but really looked to see if the bump was visible.

I swivelled around. "Coffee?" I reminded her as casually as I could.

"No thank you," she said as I stood.

I gave her a nod as I made it around the back and into hiding.

Her arousal had surprised me more that my body's reactive arousal, she was more enamoured of me, or rather the reflection of me from my heroes, than I'd thought.

I'd hoped seeing my humdrum life would have tarnished the image, it was time to work on plan B. My cock had subsided enough for me to make myself a second cup and I saved and minimised my work.

"Sure you don't want coffee," I said as I stood and looked over at her.

She leant back to look up at me. "Okay if you're making one."

Stretched back as she was I could see the rise of her mound outlined by the tight fabric, making my cock twitch again.

"Pass me your cup over," I asked.

She turned and stretched to the cup on the corner of the table, her top riding up to show a lot of bare kissable skin. I leant in and took the cup from her as she straightened up and turned to pick up mine, willing my cock not to start.

I held them at crotch level as I crossed the room, throwing a 'I won't be long' over my shoulder as I exited.

I got a further hour in then the baby stirred and she stopped to change his nappy. I went and made us another cup and brought some biscuits back as well.

"So how's your story going, can I read it yet?" I asked as I set the tray down and sat in the armchair next to her.

"Yes and no," she said looking around from playing with the baby. "I've got a confession to make. I'm a regular reader of Lit, I found it just before George was born."

She paused, her eyes on my face. "I want to write a 'Non consent'," she went on excitement building in her voice. "This guy pretends he's researching memory associations with music, he uses the top ten from when you were fifteen, sixteen."

She grinned at me as she continued.

"What's really happening is he's hypnotizing them into having sex, he grooms her as she watches her friend suck his dick. I've got it all worked out starting with the two friends talking and the one needing money."

She looked at me expectantly.

"Yes that sounds good, hypnotic grooming. I think I've come across the theme before but you've got a good twist."

Her face lit up.

"Here's what I've got done so far," she said leaning across to retrieve the laptop.

She passed it over, raising her knees to hold the baby as she cleared the cord around as well. As I took it she held it firm.

"You've got to help me with the sex, I'm not sure what he would want them to do," she said softly, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"That shouldn't be a problem," I said smiling at her as she released her hold.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see her glancing at me as I skimmed through the part that I'd read and got to the new stuff, I was disappointed to see the she'd only got them as far as him opening the door to him.

"What happens next," I asked her looking across to her.

"He shows her the fake set up with real headphones and the rest and explains he wants to regress her to her youth and find out what memories music could trigger."

I nodded as she paused.

"Then of course, with her thinking her friend will watch out for her, he hypnotizes her. I had a few thoughts about her friend, whether she might be in on it but decided that he says the magic words that sends her friend into a trance as well."

I nodded again, agreeing with where she was taking the story.

"Then he starts telling her how liberating it feels, how relaxed and safe, how she trusted him to tell her what to do. I'll sort it out with the dialogue when I get there. Then he starts to make her jealous by saying her friend is one of his special girls and he was going to give her a treat."

She stopped, her eyes flicking to mine and away again.

"This is the sexy bit where I'll need your help," she said a little more confidently this time.

"Her friend undresses, he tells her she can undress if she likes." I said off the top of my head. "Then her friend undresses him and kneels at his feet, or, he sits on a chair to let her take his trousers off and then she kneels in front of him."

"Yes, that's the sort of thing. He's made her think that it tastes delicious, like honey. He gets her to describe how wonderful it is to suck his dick. How grateful she is that he's letting her."

Her excitement was plain now with a big grin creasing her face. I was feeling more than a little elated myself, she had a good story and I felt pleased with myself for encouraging her to put it on paper.

I closed the lid and put it up on the arm of the chair.

"One day we should write a story together," I said looking back up to her.

"Oh! Can we," she said excitedly, her eyes opening wide.

"Yes, I think we might complement each other."

"Oh that would be..., Oh I can't think straight. Thank you thank you thank you."

She lay back into the corner. "I still can't really take all this in, you being a writer on Lit, me writing the story I've been planning for months, they wouldn't believe it if we wrote it down."

"Truth is stranger than fiction, I would have never though you read Lit."

She flushed a little. "It's been the only sex I've had since I fell pregnant. It's taught me how to masturbate with butterfly and G spot dildos." She ended with a brief nervous laugh.

I chuckled. "I started to divert my sex drive, my wife and I had stopped having sex long before we divorced, writing let me create fantasies where I could get all the sex I wanted, kind of like a safe outlet."

"How long have you been writing then?" she asked.

"Four or five years," I said smiling at the memory of my fumbling first attempt.

"And how many stories?"

"Dozens, and two of those alone had more than a quarter of a million words."

"Wow!" she said sitting forward

"I've probably written more than half a million," I said proudly. 

She giggled. "That's a lot of sex."

I laughed. "Yes, I've often wondered how many wanks I've caused, how many millions of sperm have died."

"Oh, that's sick," she said then started laughing with me. "Think of how many Lit has caused."

"And the gallons of cum, let's not leave the ladies out."

She laughed harder, disturbing the baby on her lap. As she turned her attention to her son I swallowed down the last of my coffee and stood to put the cup on the tray.

"Well, back to my boring numbers," I said giving her a mock grimace.

She looked up and gave me a quick nod. I gave her a smile in return and walked back to my desk. It was nice to be able to talk about lit with her, to share ideas and thoughts and see her story come together.

I also wondered what Samantha was making of the world of Lit, if she'd ventured past my pages as I would have. The new story I had chosen was the simplest with a pilot and stowaway stranded and falling in love.

Even though it was one of my earliest stories it was good enough to give her an idea of my 'style'. My thoughts strayed further, thinking of the story I'd abandoned to write the one about her, my hero there still enjoying his post coital bliss.

I smiled to myself as I focused back on the work in front of me. I worked on while she played with the baby a while and as lunch time approached she asked me to look after him for a minute while she made a bottle for him.

I let her make the bottle and when she returned asked if she'd like to eat, suggesting we share the unused steak with chips. I left her feeding the baby and walked through to cook.

The baby was asleep by the time we finished and she insisted on tidying up. I left her to it and finished the last check before saving it onto the memory stick for my later appointment.

I followed through on my idea and went into the control panel to add her to the users so she could continue while I was away with the laptop. I opened the desk draw and pulled out another of the complimentary memory sticks.

"Here," I said turning and offering it to her. "Save your work to this, you can carry on on this one while I'm away."

She reached and took it, letting her fingers brush mine.

"I've got that call with old Harry in another half an hour; I shouldn't be more than an hour with him. Do you want me to pick up anything for tomorrows lunch?"

"I can cook bacon, egg and sausages," she said looking back up from inserting the usb drive.

I gave her a smile. "Okay if you want to cook."

I turned back to my computer and logged out and waited the minute or so then logged her in. I turned and looked over waiting for her to pass the stick back to me.

I opened the folder and left it for her to open the file. With that dome I strolled around and sat next to her as she handed me the laptop. I created an account on it for her and closed it down to pop it into the bag.

My meeting with Harry lasted only half an hour and the thought of Heather waiting buoyed me as I drove home, it was both exciting and rewarding to watch her blossom. 

She was still sat with the baby and 'shushed' me as I walked into the room. I walked over and put the laptop down and mimed a cup of coffee. She nodded and I turned and left to make it.

I was relaxing on the stool, leaning back on the breakfast bar waiting for the percolator to finish when she walked in patting the baby as it lay on her shoulder.

She walked over and stood swaying next to me.

"I'll put him down in a minute," she said softly, responding to my questioning look.

I nodded and turned back to watching the percolator.

She looked on as I made the coffee and walked back through in front of me as I carried the cups. She settled the baby into the carrier as I put her coffee down and sat in the armchair next to her.

"He should sleep till tea time now," she said keeping her voice low still.

"If you want I'll edit the copy on the computer and you can carry on with the laptop." I said. "You've a few to many commas in places I noticed."

"Thanks, I'm sure they're not the only thing I've got wrong, I'm not that good at written English," she said as she put the carrier on the floor and picked up the laptop.

"Business keeps mine sharp, nothing's worse to my mind than a badly written formal letter."

"You speak legalese as well," she said jokingly as she sat back down and curled her legs under her.

"My second language, I used to know more about the tax laws than the people who wrote them."

She unpacked the laptop and put it on the arm. I picked my coffee up and walked around to my computer. As I brought it back to life with a wiggle Heather spoke behind me.

"Where's my story?" 

"Ah, it's over in mine, give me two seconds and I'll give you the memory stick to plug in."

I dragged the icon over to copy it to my desktop and then ejected it.

"Here," I said leaning over to pass it to her.

She took it from me and plugged it in. I turned back to my screen and brought her story up to start my editing. The only sound in the room for the next hour or so was the clicking of keys.

I got up and stretched, answering her querying look with the word 'toilet'. She nodded as I walked around the settee, taking the opportunity to slide the laptop from her legs to safety and standing to stretch herself and check on the baby.

"Do you want another cuppa?" she asked as I came back.

"No, not really but help yourself if you want one," I replied.

"No, but I will raid your biscuits if that's okay?" she said standing.

"Of course, you don't have to ask just help yourself," I said crossing the room.

"Thanks, I will," she replied as she had a quick peek at the baby before walking out to the kitchen.

I settled back down to carry on editing her work, her grammar was passable but her punctuation needed work. I made a few suggestions as to her phrasing and word choice but overall she'd done quite well.

She came back in with the biscuits and offered me one as she sat back down. I spun the chair around and leant over to see if she'd brought any of the custard creams.

"No thanks," I said not seeing my favourite amongst the chocolate ones.

She gave me a smile as she picked one and put the plate down. "How are you doing with the editing?"

"You're not bad, I've made one or two little comments and changed a word or two here and there but on the whole it's a readable story."

"Really," she said excitedly.

"Yes really, it's better than my first attempt," I said, underlining my words with a little nod.

She twisted around, spilling the plate of biscuits, and threw her arms around my neck and gave me a tight lipped kiss. As I drew back she softly asked.

"You're not just saying that?"

"No of course not," I said still a little shaken by the unexpected kiss.

I prised her arms from my neck and she sank back down to sit on her heels. I put the kiss down to enthusiasm because of my praise, the grin on her face as she looked at me strangely reminding me of the Cheshire Cat.

"I, I..., I'm just so happy, pleased, oh I don't know, thank you."

"Nothing to thank me for."

"Yes there is, I wouldn't have had the courage before you."

"No, you're a writer, if not now then someday, it's part of why I'm here. I was a senior partner in an accountancy firm, me and my team devised tax loopholes, my work destroyed my marriage but that's another story."

I paused at the thought.

"One day I got a round robin email with a link to a story on lit with comments about a member of staff I another department. I clicked the link out of curiosity and read part of the story. Then I jumped to the 'home' page and found the new stories link."

I paused to collect my thoughts.

"After reading half a dozen stories I knew I could write better stuff. When I was young, back when typewriters were more widespread than computers, I wanted to write down some of my daydreams. My trouble was it would take so long and get so messy with all the corrections I made when I reread it I kept loosing focus and starting another."

I stopped and she silently nodded.

"Growing up on Sci fi pulp fiction made me want to write then and Lit has me wanting to write now," I added as an afterthought.

"I want to tell stories, I see something sometimes and suddenly I'm spinning out a story. It's like I've seen a hidden side of life and I'm explaining it," she said enthusiastically. 

"Ah ha," I said nodding. "Mine are more 'what ifs'. They're more fantasy as well, with exotic settings where I can make the rules."

"Like the wizard one."

"And the sci fi."

"I'd like to do Edwardian like Pride and Prejudice," she said turning to stretch her legs out.

She noticed the plate and the spilt biscuits. "Oh did I do that?"

She leant over and picked them up and put them on the plate. 

"Have you got a vacuum?" she asked standing.

"Yes," I said stirring myself into action. "I'll get it for you."

I left her fussing and got it from the stair cupboard, finding her waiting behind the door to take it from me.

"You can leave it if you want, it might wake the baby. Or maybe just the dust pan and brush and I can ask Mrs P to give it a going over when she comes."

"Mrs P?"

"My cleaning lady, she comes Thursday."

"Oh. Yes a dustpan and brush will do."

I took back the cleaner and turned around, going back to the cupboard to exchange it. She took it from me as I emerged and I followed her back in.

I went back to sitting at the desk, happy that we seemed to be getting along so well. I'd wanted to talk like this about my work and I felt excited about the prospect of collaborating with her.

"I'd better be going," she said suddenly.

I glanced at the clock, half an hour till my break for tea, and swivelled around.

"Okay if you want."

"Can I take the laptop, I'll keep it in my bedroom."

"Alright if you make sure your mother doesn't catch you."

"She won't," she said with a grin.

"You know I've told her about Lit, gave her my stories to read. She read the android one but didn't understand it, I told her to read the marooned one next." 

"What did she say about the sex?"

"I only had a minute to talk, you came out."

"Sorry," she laughed.

"No problem, we'll probably talk when I drop you off." 

"And talking of that I'd better get packed up," she said turning and closing the laptop lid.

I walked in to her lounge carrying the bag and the baby.

"Where's Heather," Samantha asked.

"Nipped up to the toilet," I answered putting the bag down and walking over to the couch with the carrier.

I looked at the baby as I went to set it down. Two round eyes looked back at me.

"He's awake," I said toning down my voice.

"Heather will be here in a minute, leave him if he's quiet."

I sat and perched the carrier on my knees so he faced me.

"Have you read any of Marooned yet?" I asked.

"Just the first page, where he's going to investigate."

"And what do you think of it so far?"

"I don't know, I don't usually read science fiction. Your lieutenant is a strange fellow though," she answered.

"He's young, naive, still a bit full of himself from getting his first command. He's still adapting from being a student."

"That's a bit complicated for a sex story," she said questioningly.

"I like to think that I'm writing a story with sex in it, using it as part of the story rather than just sex to make the story sexy."

"But porn is porn; you write about the most intimate moments, every little lick or suck like a 'how to'. It's the ultimate bedtime book for lovers."

"If you want to just read those bits then yes, I only write them."

"Well you'll have to wait for me to finish this one till I can give an opinion on that."

The baby waving his fists in the air drew my attention.

"Are you staying for dinner?" she asked. "I'm making chicken fried rice."




Accountant Ch. 02



"No, I've got pizza, extra ham and mushroom."

The baby started to cry, I held the carrier and let it slip between my knees. Then I started on the straps, freeing the baby and taking him up in my arms. I held him to my shoulder as I bent and slipped the carrier aside.

I stood as Samantha stood and started patting him on the back as I started to bounce him as well.

"Heather," Samantha shouted as she got to the door.

I noticed that the baby's nappy felt heavy and I walked over to where I'd put the bag. I walked back to the couch and began to go through the bag to find the wipes and a clean nappy.

I was taking the old one off when Heather walked in.

"Oh," she said with slight surprise. "You're changing his nappy."

"No need to leave him crying, he isn't the first baby I've changed."

"I'll finish off, you go and wash your hands," she said pushing herself in front of me.

"Okay," I said. "I'm getting off home in a minute; I'll pick you up in the morning."

"I'll be ready," she said giving me a smile over her shoulder.

I walked through to the kitchen where Samantha was busy at the cooker and rinsed my hands.

"I'm off now, I'm picking Heather up in the morning so see you then."

"Okay," she said, turning to me and pursing her lips for the goodbye kiss.

Our lips met and I turned with a final goodbye and left. On the drive home I reflected with a little disappointment on Samantha's views on sex in stories and I hoped the one she was reading now would make her change her mind.

After my pizza I sat down and finished editing Heather's piece and made myself a coffee before I started on my own story. After the incident in the car I had her get him to call the next day where she made him strip and then teased him before letting him fuck her.

Before I knew it bedtime was on me. I stood and stretched, feeling satisfied with the way the story was progressing. I made my usual smoke before going to bed and let my mind wander over the day's event.

Samantha wasn't around when I called for Heather, instead I walked straight through to the lounge.to find Heather sat waiting. Today she was in black leggings and a loose t-shirt.

"Hi, everything alright?"

"Yes, can you carry the bag for me?" she said standing.

I took the bag and let her lead the way out. I rushed past her and opened the car door for her to put the carrier in then handed her the bag back while I strapped the baby in.

"How's the story going?" I asked as we drove off.

"I've got to the part where I need your help," she said.

"Okay, I've got nothing urgent on today."

"I've used your idea of having her strip, but let's talk about that when you've read what I've got so far."

"Okay, you can read over what I've edited, accept or reject the changes and read the side notes while I catch up."

We drove the few minutes left in silence as I wondered about what she wanted help with precisely.

"Coffee?" I asked as I pulled into the drive

"Yes please, and can you fill the kettle."

I was carrying the bag again as I let us in, dropping it in the front room for her before walking through to the kitchen. I brought biscuits back as well and put the tray on the table.

She had the laptop out and was waiting for it to load. I peeped in to see the baby was sleeping as I sat down next to her. As I took my first sip she turned the screen to me.

"I think that's were you finished," she said looking up at me.

I put my cup on the floor and took it from her. "You can have the boss's seat today. Just press the start button and log onto your name."

She glanced at the baby.

"It's alright, I'll keep an eye on him," I reassured her.

She gave me a nervous glance then stood. I caught her looking out of the corner of my eye as I sat back with the laptop on my knees. I skimmed over the words till I got to the start of the sexy part.

She'd had the uncle's brainwashing let her remain aware enough to continue telling the story in a weird third person way. I spent a little time reflecting on how I would have written the scene with my first person style.

"Well, what do you think," she said over my shoulder.

"You're making work for yourself but it reads okay."

"I couldn't think of any other way."

"Is she going to remember after it?"

"No, but she'll feel sexually satisfied, and maybe a bit sore."

"It'll be okay then. Now how can I help?"

"Have you done all the sex you describe in your stories?"

"Most of it," I said. "I've read stories and pinched bits and pieces when I didn't know."

"I'm very inexperienced, reading and seeing pictures is not like the real thing." She said a feint blush rising in her cheeks. "I've never touched a dick, never tasted or sucked one."

Her eyes flicked away.

""This is not for sex but research but could I play with your dick to see what it's like?"

My incredulity showed on my face, my mouth hanging open even as my cock stirred in my pants.

"Please," she said plaintively. "I want to know what a real one looks and feels like so I can write about it."

"Heather...," I began torn between my swelling cock and my instinct to say no.

"Pretty please, you want me to be a good writer I need the experience," she said slipping over the back to land next to me.

"Heather," I started to say.

She put a finger to my lips and another on the bulge. "It's only this once."

"Heather," I said resignedly. "Only the once."



Accountant Ch. 03



Her hand flew to my zipper as I reluctantly brought my hands to my belt. She slipped a hand in and scooped it out, a thrill running through it as her cool fingers encircled it.

"It is soft but hard underneath," she said squeezing it gently.

I groaned softly as she slid her hand up onto the head.

"This is the sensitive bit," she said with a slight giggle.

"Mm, yes." I said, my voice straining.

"Can you take your trousers right off?" she asked releasing me.

I lifted my hips and slid my trousers down to my knees.

"And your shorts."

I raised my hips again and slid them down a little bit then took my cock to tuck it through the fly. Her eyes were fixed on my cock when it popped free as I pulled the waistband down.

She slipped down onto her knees beside me, her hands pulling my shoes off and then reached to pull my trousers and shorts right off.

"Open your legs a bit," she asked. "I want to see how your balls hang."

I opened them and she leant in, hands on my knees, to get a close up look.

"Can you stand up?" she asked looking up to me.

She smiled at me as I looked quizzically at her. "He's standing in the story."

I stood and she reached to cup my balls, hefting them to test their weight then giving them a gentle squeeze.

I felt a quick stab of pain, sucking in air through my teeth, as she tested one between her finger and thumb.

"Sorry," she said releasing me quickly.

"I'm okay" I said faking a grin.

"How do I masturbate you?" she asked, taking hold of my cock again.

"Have you seen it in porn films? The way they do it there?" I asked a shiver streaking down my back from the thrill of her touch and the sight of her pretty face inches from it.

"Yes, but that's all fake, you don't know what to trust there."

"Spit on your hand, smear it over the head and just keep rubbing over and around the sensitive shiny skin."

She was spitting before I finished telling her. I groaned again with the pleasure of her light touch, putting my hand on her head to steady myself. She took that as a cue to lean in and begin tentatively licking at my helmet as her hand slipped down to hold the shaft.

I watched as she pushed down on it feeling her lips sliding over it as she took it in. I felt the pleasure flow through me as her tongue started to flick across the underside.

She backed off. "It's too big to get in properly," she said looking up at me.

It took me a second to focus. "Yes, I've got a thick one that I'd trade for length."

"No, I've read that thick ones give more pleasure than a thin long one."

She leant in to look at it again. "What about your precum? Isn't it supposed to be leaking out?"

"I was born without it I think, I've never noticed any," I said, eyes closed still drawing pleasure from her holding it.

I felt her lips slid back over, her sucking drawing me back into her mouth, the warm wet pressure sending another light shiver down my back.

"Oh Heather, "I groaned as she began gently bobbing her head.

Her other hand circled around my thigh and gripped my cheek as she started to speed up, amid all the pleasure I could feel myself draw near. My breath was getting shorter and my hips starting to wriggle and jerk.

"I'm cumming," I said, pushing out the words.

Even as I said it I cried at the thrill of my orgasm. My cock jerking as my seed filled her mouth; she gagged and arched back with the second spurt spraying her lips and nose.

The third splashed down over her t-shirt as she leant back further, spluttering as she quickly brought her hand up to wipe her nose clean.

"Sorry," I said sitting on the edge of the settee where my wobbly legs had dumped me.

She looked down at the wetness on her t-shirt and wiped her hands in it before pulling it up to wipe her face.

"I didn't expect so much," she said letting the t-shirt fall and cut off the sight of her breasts snug inside a lacy bra.

"I think that was me getting super aroused," I said my breathing getting back to normal.

"It does taste salty," she said rolling her tongue around in her mouth. "And maybe a little sweet."

I looked down for my clothes, seeing them just behind her. "If we're finished pass my trousers over."

"Well yes and no," she said. "Wait a minute while I get this thing off."

She stripped the soiled t-shirt off. "I know a lot more about dicks and men now."

My eyes flew back to her face as she paused.

"I've never had someone play with my pussy, I've never had an orgasm..." Her voice trailed off leaving an expectant look on her face.

"Heather!"

"Well we've gone this far, I want a first hand experience, I've never even had someone suck my nipples. I had a couple of drunken fucks and then I was pregnant with him."

"Oh Heather," I said, her confession arousing sympathy in me. "Was this why you tried to blackmail me?"

"Yes in a way," she said flicking her eyes to meet mine. "I want to find out what I'm missing, even with all my dildos and things masturbation isn't like the real thing. I know what a throbbing dick feels like, show me what it's like to have my pussy licked."

She reached around her back and unhooked her bra, pulling it off and revealing her firm breasts. As I watched she stood and slipped her thumbs into the waistband and begin to peel her leggings down.

I could feel my cock stirring as she bent I looked past her dangling breasts to the thatch between her legs.

"I'm clean and I've still got a nice body," she said standing nude with her leggings pooled around her ankles.

I saw her eyes light on my swelling cock. "You can even fuck me if you've got a condom."

The sight of her young body broke whatever resistance I had left.

"Do you want to use the bed?"

She launched herself forward and pushed me back as she wrapped her arms around me, her mouth seeking out mine as I stretched to meet it. I could feel her pubes pressing against my throbbing cock as we continued the passionate kiss.

She broke the kiss and rolled to the side, lifting her legs in the air and folding her knees to take her shoes and leggings off. I sat up, glancing to the side to see her hairy pussy squeezed between her thighs.

I was tempted to start now by the sight the silky sheen on the dark clump of her inner lips, making it look like a succulent fruit begging to be tasted. 

Free of her clothes she got up, standing looking like some naked goddess before me. She held out her hand and I took it, letting her pull me up. I could see her eyes tracking my proudly standing cock.

"Wait," I said as she turned. "Take the baby, I'll gather up the clothes."

The excitement in her face faded as she turned to pick up the baby and the bag for good measure. My eyes feasted on her body, the movement of her shapely limbs, the tantalising glimpse.

I followed her up the stairs, my cock throbbing at the sight of her ass waggling, my desire to ravish her growing.

"Turn left," I said as she reached the top.

She let herself in and treated me to another glimpse of her pussy as she bent to put the carrier down. I dropped the clothes on a chair and turned to cross as she sat and then laid back.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she said with a giggle.

I stopped and knelt in front of her dangling legs and slid my hands up her thighs and up to her waist. As she looked up I pulled her to the edge of the bed.

As her legs widened I bent in, my tongue curling around the clump as it opened then slipping into the folds and down to her tunnel. She gasped, her hands reaching to take hold of my head. 

I licked around taking in the taste and aroma, feeling the silky texture of ridges and bumps with the flat of my tongue. Her hands were massaging my head, her fingers tangling in my hair.

I slid my hands around, the back my thumbs slipping to massage the top of her plump lips, squeezing them in to press on the hidden nub.

She groaned," Oh yes, yes."

I stopped tonguing her tunnel and shifted to start on her nub. She squealed on the first brush over, her hips wriggling as I fluttered my tongue over it.

"Oh god, oh yes," she cried, her words forced from her.

I pressed in and sucked it, my tongue tickling the top.

She squealed again, her hips convulsing, her hands pressing my head in.

"Oh YES!" she shouted, her body trembling as her hips thrust up.

Her back arched, as she pulled her hands back she tugged my hair till it slipped from her grasp. She lay back gasping trying to raise her head to look at me.

I stood and lay down over her, holding my weight off with my elbows. She looped her arms around my neck. Her face alight with delight she pulled me in for a kiss, putting real passion into it as her hands stroked my head and back.

"That was so wonderful," she gushed as she broke the kiss.

"Your first orgasm," I said softly.

"God, that was so good, I feel tingly all over," she said pulling me down to rest her head to the side of mine. "Thank you," she whispered.

"There's more to come, the two others you find in stories is squatting and sixty-nining...."

"Sixty-nining," she said releasing me and stirring.

"Who's on top?" I asked pushing myself up.

"Me," she said laughing.

I got up and lay flat in the middle of the bed. She crawled up next to me, her swaying breasts reminding me that they were on the list as well. Then she turned and stretched her leg over me, letting me see her pussy in its full glory again.

Hands on her hips I guided her down on me. I felt her hand take hold of my shaft then the wet warmth of her lips and then the tingle of her tongue playing over my slit.

I started back probing her tunnel, circling as deep as I could get as I stretched her legs open. The taste of her and the feel of her curly pubes brushing my chin heightened my excitement.

I moved to licking on her engorged lips, rolling my tongue over the slick surface and pulling on it as I sucked it and let it squeeze out. I felt the little moan in my cock as she paused for a second, the low rumble in the throat delivering its own kind of pleasure.

I felt ecstatic, bursting with joy as she licked and sucked at my head and tasted the juices flowing from her. Not since the early days with my wife had I had such liberating sex, such abandonment to lust like this.

As I moved to her nub her moaning increased, I was sucking and teasing it, holding onto her hips as she began to wriggle and tremble and the scream as she jerked and thrust her pussy up.

Her legs closed, her thighs squeezing my head as she threshed around and collapsed on top of me, one hand still fiercely gripping my cock. I could feel her hot breath and her pounding heart as she gasped for air.

I lay there, pleased, even though my cock was still throbbing, I was pleased she had a second orgasm, pleased by the intimacy I felt between us as she lazily started to play with my cock.

She stirred, rolling to the side.

"Oh god," she said dreamily. "I just feel filled to the brim with happiness. Do you feel that way too?"

"Sex always makes me feel good, for someone my age sex with a nubile young girl like you is the best there is," I said sitting up.

She sat up and grabbed me, pulling me into a passionate kiss, her nails digging into my back as she screwed her mouth on mine.

"Oh, I so want you to fuck me, are you sure you haven't got a condom around?"

"No, I've never really used them, I have to get them extra large and they still split sometimes. You'll have to go on the pill."

"That gave me flushes."

I laid back down hugging her to me as she swung her legs around to snuggle up, head on my shoulder.

"Before or after the baby?"

"Before, why?"

"If it's been that long you should have another try."

"Mm, even the flushes might be worth it."

She shifted her hand down to hold my cock again, it had subsided to semi erect but stiffed rapidly as she fondled it.

"Are you ready to try the third way?"

She giggled. "Another orgasm."

She pushed herself up on her elbow to look at me, the smile on her face turning a little serious. "I love you," she said softly then pushed herself on top of me to kiss me passionately again.

My heart fluttered, my conscience screamed 'NO!' even as my arms wrapped around her under the command of my emotions. When she broke the kiss the look of joy on her face stilled any protest in me.

"What do we do?" she asked pushing herself back up.

"Squat over my face and I lick you from there," I answered, looking at her breasts and wanting to suck her nipples.

She giggled again as she pushed herself up onto her knees. Then she stood and my eyes followed the line of her legs up to the triangle with the swollen lips shining wetly, and up to her perfectly sized breasts with their fat nipples and her smiling face above them.

"What's next?"

"Stand with your feet either side of my head," I said raising my hands up to direct her.

My cock twitched as I looked up at her pussy, the glistening ball of her inner lips dangling tantalizingly above me, making my mouth water.

"Now just squat down and I'll do the rest," I said my anticipation building.

My hand ran up her thighs and she lowered herself, pulling her into position as I sucked in her lips and tasted her nectar again. As she wriggled in delight I brought my hands under her thighs to support her, feeling her soft yielding flesh under my fingers.

She spread her legs further and leaned forward, her hands flat to the headboard. Her move opened up her lips and I pushed my tongue through to find her tunnel.

A little 'Ah' escaped her lips as the tip penetrated her, I held tight and started to waggle it around as she put more weight in my hands. Her body trembled with a shiver as she cried out 'Oh god' and pushed her feet under my back as she transferred to her knees.

Her shift raised her and I leant up to bury my nose in her pubes as my tongue slipped through to tickle her hard little pearl.

"Oh," she gasped. "Oh Jesus that's so intense."

As she spoke the last word a shudder ran through her.

"Oh Yes! Yes," she screeched, her hips rolling as she ground her pussy against my lips.

I rolled my head with her and sucked her nub in, squeezing it with my lips as I fluttered my tongue over its tip. She jerked and I moved with her, releasing my hold and massaging it with the tip of my tongue.

"Whaa," she cried as she came for a third time.

I could feel her warm sticky juices on my chin as she slipped back to sit on my chest, her head thrown back as she straightened up. I could feel the shudders still wracking her body and her nipples standing proud and erect on her taut breasts.

The shuddering stopped and she leant forward, her head resting on the headboard as she panted. She bent her head and looked at me, her hair falling like a curtain behind her as her face glowed with her joy.

She flicked her feet from under my shoulders and stretched her legs down , sliding her body down mine until she felt my still semi rigid cock touch her pussy.

"Oh," she said pushing herself up to look at me.

My cock was twitching with the desire to enter her; I could feel the warm wetness pressed against it as my cock started growing, slowly pressing against her.

"Mm," she sighed and gave a little wiggle.

My head pushed in. 

"Ah," she cried her face contorting and her eyes screwing closed.

She jerked pushing against it as her legs splayed and slipped down over my hips.

She opened her eyes and looked down at me, hesitation showing for a second or two before she smiled softly at me and began to push firmly, letting her tunnel stretch to take me.

My heart was beating faster as I felt the pleasure spread out from my tingling cock. The smile of satisfaction split her face as she brought her knees around and sat up.

"You feel so big," she said softly.

I ran my hands up her arms to grasp her elbows and pull her slightly forward then cupped both breasts, gently rubbing my thumb over her nipples.

They firmed up in seconds and I brought my forefingers around to start tweaking and pulling on them. She groaned and leant further in, her hand shifting to my ribs.

As she moved forward I felt my cock twitch inside her, her hips jerked in response and she began to roll them, sending ripples of pleasure down it. My hips thrust instinctively and the little push started her bouncing, forcing a groan from me as the pleasure flooded through me.

She started slow but as her pleasure grew she went faster, her hands slipping down to my stomach as she straightened up and pulled her breasts from my grasp.

As she raced on I could see a sheen of perspiration build on her, her mouth hanging open and her eyes tightly shut. In less than a minute she was moaning and twisting as she stretched up.

"Yes..." she screamed as she slammed down on me, the waves of contractions sending surges of pleasure deep into my groin. She was still trembling as she slumped down on me, the rapid beating of her heart thumping against my chest almost alarming me.

She slowly brought her hands up and circled them around my neck, her head turning to rest on my chest as she made herself comfortable. I wrapped my arms around her and just held her as she lay recovering.

My softened cock plopped out as she lifted slightly to straighten her legs.

"Oh," she exclaimed and turned her head up to look at me.

I gave her a wry smile, she smiled back and pulled herself up till her head was level with mine. 

"You're the most wonderful lover, your characters are you, they all care about the girl sharing the pleasure of sex," she said softly, her eyes wide as she looked into mine.

"That's what love making is about, two people enjoying each other's body, sharing the pleasures each can give."

"Just like your heroes," she said with a little laugh.

"They have to, for them sex is integral to the romance, good sex makes love more likely."

"Mm, it also makes you want more," she said seductively.

Before I could reply she dipped down to press her lips to mine, pushing her tongue through to connect with mine. Her hands came to the side of my head, cupping my ears as her lips twisted on mine.

I moved my hands to her head, feeling her damp hair as my fingers snaked up her neck and gently massaged her head. I could feel her nipples hardening as they pressed against my chest.

My cock twitched with the sexual excitement flowering between us, her urgent lips on mine and the soft press of her hands holding me to her. I'd haven't wanted a woman like this in a long time, a slave to my lust.

She broke the kiss and propped her chin on my shoulder to lean her head against mine. We lay quietly for a while, my hands stretching down to lay along her back while she moved to lay her head alongside mine.

After a few minutes she stirred. "Time to get up, young George will be wanting his bottle soon and probably his nappy changed as well."

"I can do the bottle," I said, moving my hands to her waist. "I'm surprised we didn't wake him."

"I know," she said with a giggle as she shifted her hands to push herself up. "Especially the last one, feeling you inside me made it feel even better than the first."

She shuffled off me and rose to her knees. I felt the coolness of where she'd been as I sat up, my eyes taking in her body as she turned and slipped off the bed.

As she went to the carrier I went for the bag, rummaging through for the formula and bottle, I grabbed my shorts on the way past and headed down to the kitchen.

I set the kettle boiling and slipped my shorts on, I switched the kettle off and went to wash my hands before starting and heard the door spring open. Heather stood there nude with the carrier and bag hooked on her arms.

My eyes flicked over her as she walked across and put them on the counter next to me. I picked up the towel as she turned and hugged me, her head curled under my chin.




Accountant Ch. 03



"You should get dressed," I said into her hair.

"Why, you like looking at me and it gives me a thrill to catch you, why do you think I wore those leggings?" she said drawing back and looking into my eyes.

Her eyes glittered with excitement still while her smile suggested satisfaction.

"One of my weaknesses I'm afraid, if I won the lottery I dream of naked maids," I said teasing her.

Her eyes narrowed for a second before I smiled.

"Oh you," she said as she hit me lightly on my back.

"Ow," I protested loudly.

"Shh, you'll wake him," she said in mock horror.

We both laughed and stopped abruptly as the baby started crying, she turned to attend to him while I hurriedly got on with making the bottle.

When she had the baby settled and suckling on the bottle we moved back upstairs. As we got to the bedroom she lay back on the bed with the baby and tucked her legs up to let her lips slip between her thighs.

I put the things down and stepped over next to the bed before bending to kiss her thigh before sitting next to her. The cold rational part of me wanted it to stop, insisting I was taking advantage of her infatuation.

I countered with the fact that she was the one driving it and it would burn out soon if we could keep it from her mother. This was a once in a lifetime chance to savour a young willing body and share her youth.

I put my hand into the fold of her hip and spooned her. She shuffled herself, reaching behind to pull my cock through my fly and lodge it in the valley of her arse.

When she finished feeding him she turned.

"You carry on, it's play time for him for a while. Call me when it's time for dinner."

"Okay," I said rolling back.

I tucked my cock away and got up and taking a last look at her I went down. I was in no mood to write and got on with work while I thought through the consequences.

First and foremost was my relationship with her mother, in the long run she was bound to find out. My relationship with her was really one of convenience; there was only a friends with benefits feeling as far as I was concerned.

Her wanting me to move in with her made me think she wanted to trade sex for companionship, I was resisting because I'd settled into independence and the slow lane.

I thought back to the trauma of finding my old house stripped of everything with only my personal things left and her note telling me, well telling me what was plain to my eyes, that she'd left me.

It had driven me from being a workaholic into an alcoholic as my life fell to pieces. I never wanted to put that much trust or reliance on a relationship again.

Here I had found peace. I had money enough to consider writing full time but for the commitment to the few old friends and favours. I'd been slightly flattered when she started flirting with me and had gone along in the hope of a more intimate involvement.

My thoughts drifted to Heather and I took time to bring my story up and look at how much rewriting it needed before deleting it in favour of a fresh start.

I hoped Heather had a cool head, she was going to have to play act indifference, none of her longing looks. I'd have to tone down any ogling as well, the eyeful I was getting here was compensation enough for that.

I glanced at the clock; my stomach was running slow, it was past my usual lunch break. Quickly I saved all my work and walked up to see if she still wanted to cook.

She had toys scattered about the bed but it was her nude body that I noticed first, she was laying along the edge of the bed with her back to me. The sight was enough to start my cock twitching.

"Heather, it's time for lunch," I said standing just inside the door.

She twisted around, letting her legs fall off and sat facing me.

My eyes flicked over her and up to her face.

"Will you mind him for me, just make sure he doesn't fall off."

"We can take him downstairs, he can't fall off the carpet," I said watching her stand up.

She nodded as she turned to pick him up. I packed the toys as she fussed and played with the baby. I left the bag on the bed and turned arms outstretched. 

"You'll find some t-shirts in the top drawer," I said, nodding towards the tallboy. "Put one on if you're cooking."

She gave me a sweet smile and handed him over to me. I laid him on my shoulder, my eyes tracking her as she went over and rummaged through.

She pulled out an old sweatshirt that I used to play squash in. "This will do."

It hung low enough to make glimpses sexy again, her bush coming into view as she reached up to take him back. She cradled him in her arms and started for the door, I watched her ass under the flicking hem.

She bent for me as she set him down next to the settee, showing me a glimpse of her pussy before she stood again. I set the bag down and started pulling the toys out, kneeling to lay them around him.

When I turned she'd gone. I sat, back to the settee and legs straight out, looking at the baby crawling around exploring his new environment. He was sitting playing with a cloth book when she came back.

"Here," she said walking over with the cup in her hand.

My low angle had me watching her pussy lips flashing in and out of vision as she walked. I got back up and sat on the settee behind me, and took the proffered cup.

"Thanks," I replied as she turned.

"Mustn't let it burn," she said over her shoulder as she hurried off.

I sat and sipped the coffee, thinking about how the new story would go, trying to find a credible plot line that built to let this happen convincingly.

Perhaps meeting in a literary group and she saw similarities between the work he submitted for criticism. She admired my work and plotted a way to access my laptop and fish through my history for my Lit pages, finding my screen name as confirmation.

Then she starts a teasing conversation about his stories, how she'd like him to do some of them to her. I looked around, checking on the baby before I leant over to pick the laptop up and get the outline down before it faded.

I sat back down on the floor where I could better keep a half an eye on the baby and waited the long moments for it to come to life. As I wrote it down I added that she described masturbating to his stories first as a better start.

I'd just put the laptop down and was crawling over to retrieve him as he got too near the coffee table when she came back in. As I turned the baby she squatted down and picked up a cuddly bear, her legs widening enough to flash her pussy at me.

I scrambled back to my knees as she announced. "Lunch is ready."

Sitting back on my heels I asked. "Do you want to eat in here?"

"Yes okay," she said rising.

I leant and grabbed the laptop before moving to the settee to figure out where to start my story, where does the club meet, library? School? Have to see where fits the story line.

It can be his turn to present his story and he reads the introduction for a historical romance that gave her a deja vu of one of his Lit stories he had not long submitted. 

He presented it as a 'romantic' story submission to 'mature female' magazines. Then she could go home and check the story online. I went back and pinned the start with her walking into the classroom.

Heather came in with the tray, slipping it onto the coffee table.

"Can I sit there?" she asked looking at me. "I've got a jar of dinner for him."

"Yes of course," I said rising.

I moved the laptop and saved the work before closing it. She strapped him into the carrier and turned the handle under to convert it into a recliner.

"Like it?" she asked half way through.

I swallowed my mouthful. "Yes it's fine, good as my own." 

"Good," she acknowledged, giving me a smile.

She unstrapped the baby before she took the dishes back, suggesting another cup of coffee as she took them out. I accepted and moved back to the settee to watch over the baby again.

I began to fit the characters into the plot, she would have to be a bit headstrong, adventurous, I could have her hooked on writing erotica after reading that 'Grey' novel.

He could be working as a teacher, some science subject. He has been divorced three/five years with a son studying away at university. He's got a single flat and drives a normal car.

She could be five five and him five eleven, she would be slightly overweight this time but I'd stick with the B cup. He could play football, no be a linesman is more reasonable to fit in with school. 

She was stuck in with the baby but had a willing babysitter in her mother, maybe encouraging her to get out more. He had school work and his writing keeping him in.

I could have two strands where she asks him to help her with her writing, fluttering her eyelashes at him while having the sexy email exchange.

Heather coming back in with the cups stopped my train of thought and I moved back to the chair after looking and seeing the baby asleep on the floor.

As she put the cups down I was busy trying to recapture all my thoughts.

"What are you doing?" she asked, coming to perch on the arm of my chair.

"Just a moment," I said, still concentrating on the screen.

She stood again and went to pick the baby up and carefully strap him into his carrier.

I saved it and logged off, turning then to see her backside and long legs as she bent over the settee. She straightened and turned to me, a smile on her face.

"What are we doing now?" she asked.

"Writing if you want," I said questioningly.

"Will you sit behind me, you can give me hints."

"Yes if you want," I said standing with the laptop in my hands.

She stood as I moved over and waited for me to sit before pushing her knees on mine.

"Sit right back," she said.

I moved right back and she pushed my legs apart as she sat perched between them, I slipped my hands around her waist as I pulled close and looked over her shoulder.

She opened up the laptop and logged on. While it loaded she leant forward and pulled the sweatshirt off, dropping it on my leg as she pulled my arms back around her.

The touch of her soft bare skin on mine as I pressed against her back excited me, my hands with the fingertips brushing her pubic hair were itching to push lower.

Inside my shorts my cock was stiffening, pressing up into the valley of her ass. She wriggled against it, forcing my legs wider as my fingers slipped naturally deeper into her pubes.

"Here's where I left off," she said clicking down to the last page.

I scanned the words as she paused, fingers hovering over the keys. She had her friend come over and start undressing her uncle. Describing his erect dick waggling in front of her face as she knelt to push his trousers down.

She had him sit and start to school her heroine, making her feel calm but sexy as her friend sucked his dick. He invited her over to watch her friend get her reward for being a good girl.

Though I was enjoying being pressed up against her, she was doing well and I was itching to carry on with my story. I kissed her shoulder and traced my tongue up her neck to kiss her ear and nibble on the lobe.

"Heather," I said softly. "You're doing well, would you mind if I carried on with mine?"

"Mm," she complained. "I like you there."

I brought my hands up to cup her breasts, my thumbs finding her nipples. "I like it too."

She leant her head back, turning to me. We kissed, a short one by her standards, while my thumbs felt her nipples stiffening.

"Don't tempt me," she said breathily.

She brought her hands up and pressed my hands firmly before pulling them off. I leant back and, bringing my hands to her shoulders eased myself up.

My half aroused cock trailed up her back as I stood, with her leaning back to keep contact until I grabbed hold of it and held it up. I swung my leg over the back of the settee and scrambled over.

It was only when I booted up that I realized my story was still on the memory stick plugged into the laptop.

"Heather," I said swivelling around. "Can you pass me the stick a minute."

"Mm?"

"The USB drive, I've got some notes on it. Save what you've got to the 'Doc's' folder and eject it. I'll only be a minute and you can save it back across."

"Oh okay," she said, fingering the mouse pad.

Seconds later she handed it to me and I turned back to plug it in and cut and paste it across. I thought about the meeting room, building the picture, the start point.

'She was walking into the room, everything is normal, she greets the group with nods and mouthings to those in her clique. She sat wondering what sort of story he was going to read as she looked over at him.

He didn't look nervous, she had been when it had been her turn. He looked more like a gym teacher than a science one, she thought as she admired his body, noting the lack of flab at his waist.'

I carried on getting his description in as he went to give his reading, establishing them in the local library with the AV equipment. She thought she recognized the first few paragraphs and paid closer attention.

The introduction flowed easily and I had her get a copy on her stick of the power point to take away. I was up to her rushing straight to her computer to do a search and find the story. The stories matched, he was the author of both.

Heather broke the silence. "Do you want a cuppa?"

"Yes," I said, stifling a yawn as I lay back stretching.

"I've just finished my first sex scene," she said, the pride in her voice matched by the grin at the end.

"Ah," I said leaning over the back. "Can I read it?"

"Yes of course," she said turning back to the laptop.

"No leave it there," I said. "I'll come around."

I spun back and walked around, admiring her body as she squatted to check on the baby. As I sat she rose and turned to give me a smile before walking out.

My eyes followed her till the door stopped them, then I looked at the screen and scrolled back till I recognized the part I'd stopped on. Her dialogue was good, the words she chose crafting believability into it.

He got her to want to be a good girl, she got undressed and he let her touch it, telling her she had to pass the test to see if she was good enough to taste it.

He had to taste her fanny to see if her cum was sweet enough. He lay on the floor and had her friend cowgirl him while he licked her out. As an added touch he had them play with each other's breasts.

When he'd cum he 'let' her lick him clean and gave her an orgasm for reinforcement. I sat back with a sigh of appreciation; she'd get a lot of fives for that part alone when she published it.

I slid the laptop aside and leant forward to check on the baby. I was just sitting back when she walked in with the tray.

"It's good," I announced looking at her expectant face.

"Do you really think so?" she asked hurrying over.

"Yes," I said turning to look at the screen next to me. "You'll get a four nine for that.

She put the tray down and knelt at my knees, leaning forward a little as I looked back at her. She smiled up at me as her hands slid down my thighs and her breasts touched down on my legs.

My cock was ahead of her, thickening as her hands snaked up the legs of my shorts. She pulled my cock up and slipped it out my fly, her other hand holding my balls and kneading them softly.

She used her elbows to widen my legs and leant in to take my helmet in her mouth, her tongue playing over the head as it slipped between her lips. I sighed with pleasure as I lay back, my hands coming over to rest on her head.

She just sucked and licked while holding on to the root of my cock, her other hand still in my shorts pulling and playing with the skin. This was a softer pleasure, the thrill pleasing but not overwhelming.

After a couple of minutes I reached under her shoulders and pulled her up. I stretched to kiss her, pulling her tight before shifting my hands down to her ass to pull her onto my thighs.

I released her and reached down to push my cock down and guided it between her pussy lips as she shuffled up to sit on it, the wet warmth welcomed it as she pushed down and gave an excited cry.

I shifted my hands to her ribs and leant her back to bring my mouth down to take one of her nipples. It hardened quickly as I sucked and brushed my tongue tip over the flat end squeezed between my lips.

Her hand came up to my shoulders, steadying her as she brought her knees up and rocked her hips to slide her pussy up and down my cock. I let her nipple slip and pushed my ass down the cushion to hang over the edge.

Lying flatter I lifted her and let my cock spring up before lowering her back down onto it. She got comfortable and started to get faster, her excitement built.

My hands were fondling her breasts, my thumb circling her nipple as my fingers stroked and massaged the mounds, delighting in the silky resilience of her skin and the hard pebbles of her nipples.

She arched her back, swivelling her hips forward to bring her clit into contact, pushing up a bit to rub it on my head. She let out a low moan and wriggled around massaging her nub as her hips rotated.

My hands stayed on her breasts, my fingers and thumbs kneading and twisting her nipples. I looked at her face seeing her eyes shut and her tongue playing with her open lips.

I wanted to kiss her, I wanted my cock inside her, I wanted to possess her, to please her, to fuck her till she cried stop. I felt her shiver, her body stiffen momentarily.

She reared up, her head snapping back as she screamed. "Oh god...."

Her body convulsed as she fell back onto my hands, I could feel her heartbeat as her breasts pressed into my palms. She opened her eyes and gave me a dreamy look as I pulled my hands from under her.

"That was way better than my fingers," she said between gulps of air.

"That's only a big tease if you don't fuck me. You could use that in Femdom," I said stroking her back.

She turned and kissed my cheek as her arm wriggled between us to grab my cock. She lifted her hips and guided it in, pushing herself down on it as she straightened up.

It slid smoothly in, her tight tunnel swallowing it as the thrill surged down to tingle in my groin. She smiled at me as she put her hands on my waist and wiggled around, stirring my cock inside her.

As she began she blew me an air kiss. She picked up speed quickly, her breasts jiggling about beyond my reach. For a while there was only the sound of our slapping flesh as her energetic effort brought more and more pleasure.

She shivered, faltering in her rhythm. She jerked around for another two strokes and finally slammed down. I could feel the pulses in her tunnel as she shuddered, one hand in her mouth to stifle her scream.

She was still panting when she started again, her hands pressed harder as she leant forward a little, the look of determination as her slow rocking speeded up.

Another half minute was enough to give me the release I needed, my bucking hips letting her collapse on me with a whimper. I threw my arms around her, my hot breath stirring her hair.

I felt it wilt as she lay quietly atop of me, shrinking away as I recovered and my breathing and heart slowed. I wanted it to last longer; I wanted the intimacy to stretch on forever.

It plopped and she groaned, stirring on top of me to pull herself up. She raised her head, her eyes glistening and her face wrinkled with her smile.

"I could eat you all up, I've never felt this good ever," she said then sighed. "I wish I could write it like that, how I'm still shivering inside, how it's like all the good things in the world happening to me at once."

I gave a soft chuckle. "Which orgasm was best?"

She laughed as she tilted her head. "All of them, they were all glorious."

There was a small pause. "But your dick is best."

With that she lunged in and kissed me. My arms tightened around her as our lips met, her body moulding to mine. She laid her head against mine when she broke the kiss, her soft hair pressed against my cheek.




Accountant Ch. 03



We lay a while, snuggled together. I was happy to hold her, feeling her soft body pressed against me as she half dozed on my chest. After a few minutes she stirred, sighing.

"I could lie here all day," she said raising her head up.

"Mm...I could let you," I replied, moving my hand around to brush the hair from her face.

She slipped down me, her pubes brushing over my cock as she slid to my thighs and swung her feet down. I started to raise myself and she held out her hand to help me.

She pulled me to her, taking my hand behind my back as she stretched to kiss me. After she broke the kiss she stepped back. "The coffee's probably cold by now, shall I make a fresh one?," she said.

"Yes," I said switching back my focus to the here and now. "That would be a good idea."

She had a peep at the baby before turning to the tray, bending to give me a look at her pussy lips and drive my excitement level up. She gave me a smile as she turned.

I sat back down, watching her nude figure till it disappeared behind the door. I didn't dare count back the years since I'd felt this frisky, I was beginning to feel that twenty years younger I'd wished for.

I sat a little straighter when she came back, watching her breasts jiggling slightly as she carried the tray waist high in front of her. She put it down and passed me a cup before sitting next to me.

"How would you start an Edwardian story," she asked.

"I'm not sure, I don't think I could cope with all that flowery language, all the 'thee's' and 'thou's'." I said reflectively. "Anyway it's a bit soon to start thinking of a new one. I guarantee you won't want to finish this one if you do."

"No, I was just thinking, now I've started I can think of one or two stories I'd like to write. The Edwardian one will be my first novel."

"That's a lot of writing, you'd be better starting with a few shorter ones first."

"I know, I'm going to start making notes like how they meet at coming out balls, and things. I want to write one of those medieval ones with you next."

"With magic?"

"Yes, can we do a female wizard and a male prince; I haven't seen any like that."

"I think I remember one, started with the prince looking out over the darkened city he was about to attack, she was a druid if memory serves."

"You'll have to find it for me," she said.

"Oh, it was a while ago, I don't remember the name or author."

"Oh," she sighed.

I let the conversation lapse as I sipped my coffee watching her copy me and sip hers. Her happiness was almost shining in her face as she looked over at me, grinning behind her cup. 

"You'd better get dressed after this," I said lifting my cup. "There's half an hour till I take you home."

"Is it that late," she said, her eyes widening in slight surprise.

I turned my head to the wall clock, letting her follow my gaze.

"God!" she said taking a gulp of her drink. She swivelled around and bent forward to set her cup down, giving me a quick smile as she stood and rushed off.

I finished mine in two gulps and picked the baby up as I followed her upstairs to get dressed as well. I protested as she picked up the soiled t-shirt to put it back on but she wanted to wear it, saying she had a little bit of me next to her.

I carried the baby back down and set it down as she gathered her things. If her mother was on schedule she would have dinner ready for the table in twenty minutes when Heather stood ready.

"You want to get there early?" I asked, as she looked at me with the carrier in her hand.

"I'm ready now, I might as well."

I stepped over and picked the bag up, hoisting it to my shoulder. "Okay then."

We walked out to the car and I let her in and then strapped the baby in.

I drove up thinking about spending the night with Sam after half the day engaged in sexual athletics with her daughter and I felt a little guilty but Sam was for the long term, it was just a girlish crush for Heather.

I followed Heather in, greeting Sam and getting my welcome kiss.

"Could you watch the baby while I get changed?" Heather asked pausing at the hall door.

"Yes of course," I said turning to her.

"Dinner in twenty minutes," Sam shouted as I walked to the door trailing Heather who was already turning into the lounge.

She wiggled her ass at me as she bent to set the carrier down on the couch. Though I smiled and had no worries about Sam catching her now I wanted to tell her to be more careful. 

She brushed against me, her hand trailing across my cock as she walked out.

"I won't be long," she said with a smile.

I smiled back at her as she walked to the door then turned my attention to the baby, sitting next to him and laying back hoping that Heather was smarter than she was acting now.

Sam came through five minutes later.

"Chicken pie, chips and peas," she announced walking over to join me.

"Very nice, it's been ages since I've had that." I replied grinning.

"Well if you move in you can have a lot more," she said shifting the carrier onto the coffee table.

"That's already on the scales; your cooking is as good as my mothers." I said turning to her as she sat next to me.

"You could use your house as an office, there's plenty of work out there if you want it," she went on.

"I'm happy as I am," I said as she snuggled into my side.

"You could be happier here," she said putting her hand on my knee and drawing up to my thigh.

"Sam, give me time, it's not a decision to make lightly," I said shifting my arm around her shoulder.

"I'd better get the chips ready," she said wriggling free.

She gave me a peck on the cheek as she got up and walked to the door without looking back. The more she pressed the more I wanted to say no but I was afraid that would put a kink in our relationship.

"Is he still asleep?" Heather asked as she walked in.

I half rose to look in at him. 

"Yes," I said sitting again.

She walked over dressed now in a loose pair of shorts and a long t-shirt emblazoned with the name of some pop group. I could see she was braless under it by the way the peaks of her nipples moved under it.

"I'll make his bottle anyway," she said. "He's due for it."

She peeped in. "Goo goo goo," she said, her hands reaching for the straps.

"He must have heard me," she said casting me a look over her shoulder.

She unstrapped him and sat next to me weighing his nappy as he started to cry.

"Pass me the bag," she asked me starting to unbutton his clothes.

I reached and put the bag between us, as she pulled out the nappies I dived in and pulled out the tin of formula and one of the clean bottles.

"I'll make a start on this," I said standing.

She looked up at me and nodded. I walked through to the kitchen. Sam glanced at me as I walked in, eyes flicking from my face to the bottle and tin in my hand and went back to preparing the food.

"Noisy little bugger," I said walking past her to the kettle.

"There's worst to come yet when he starts teething."

"Yes," I said with a quick laugh. "I remember Mark."

I touched the kettle testing for warmth. It was hot enough to make a bottle.

"Is this boiled water?" I asked.

"Huh?" she queried me.

"Have you put fresh water in?"

"Oh no, I had tea from it before you came."

"Thanks," I said, putting the tin and bottle next to it and crossing to the sink to rinse my hands.

I unscrewed the top of the bottle and picked the tin up for a quick read of the label. I spooned the right amount in and filled it with water, shaking it as I walked back to the sink to cool it.

Heather walked in, patting the baby and swaying with him lying on her shoulder.

"Is it ready yet?" she asked, looking over.

"No...." 

"Give him a chance," Sam said, cutting me off.

"...It's still a little warm." I said completing my sentence.

She walked on over and I held the bottle out for her to take. She took it from me and held it straight out.

"Can you take the cap off for me," she asked.

I held her hand around the bottle as I twisted the cap free. When I let go she tested it in her wrist.

"It's just about right," she said smiling at me as she turned to the baby and slipped him down to cradle him and feed him the bottle.

She turned to the door to take him away and I turned to Sam.

"Another five minutes yet," she said. "I'll bring it through when it's ready. We can eat in front of the TV."

I nodded at her and went back to the lounge to join Heather and turn the TV onto news. Heather was sat with George in her lap, he was on the hem of her t-shirt making it tight enough to see the tents that both nipples were making.

I walked over and bent in to take the t shirt at the waist.

"Lift him," I said to her surprised and puzzled face.

She eased him up and I pulled the shirt loose.

"Now I can look at you without staring at your luscious breasts."

She laughed, stirring the baby and making him look up at us. I straightened and moved to the couch to sit down. She was engrossed in the baby when I glanced back across and I reached for the remote and sat back.

I caught a section on the jet stream and its effect on our weather. They were trying to explain away climate change as extreme events in normal weather, merely coincidental one in a hundred year events.

I felt my annoyance rising, the bullshit from the denialists made me angry. They were the fiddlers backing Nero, paid to prevaricate as we tipped into chaos.

"Dinner," announced Sam as she wheeled the trolley in.

I stood and walked over to where she stopped, taking my plate and walking back to my seat. Sam sat in the armchair opposite and Heather made a quick dash for hers.

I helped her clear the plates and dishes, leaving them in the dishwasher to put away later. Heather went up to her room and we had the room to ourselves for our evening's viewing.



Accountant Ch. 04



My cock showed interest enough despite my worries about my earlier exertions with Heather and I was able to perform and give her a third orgasm as a bonus before succumbing to my own.

I grumbled as she disturbed me getting up, snatching another half hour before I got up and showered. Sam was out in the yard when I got down for breakfast and it looked like Heather was still up in her room.

With Mrs. P coming around my Thursday mornings were usually lazy, Heather was an unexpected wrinkle, if Mrs P saw her there it would be all around the town by tea time. 

I was thinking I might take her out, Mrs P would think I was still at the farm and Sam would think I'd taken her home with me. Where to go was the thing on my mind when Heather walked in with the baby.

"Do you fancy going anywhere? We can drive into Featherington, have a wander around and get a bite to eat and then back to my house to carry on with your story if you want."

"Yes," she said sounding delighted. "It's been ages since I've been there."

Today she was wearing a cream lacy top over a vest and black leggings patterned with coloured stars. Enough light leaked through to outline her crotch and make it a tease.

"Do you want me to hold him?" I asked. "I've only got my coffee left." 

"Oh yes please. You can take him through if you want, his toys are in the lounge and I'll be a minute with his breakfast."

I stood and took him then picked up my cup and gave her a smile before walking through. She sat him in the corner as she spooned the food, glancing over as we talked or rather she told me what she wanted to buy in the Mothercare's there.

Sam still hadn't shown up by the time we loaded the pushchair and Heather locked the door before we left. I caught enough of the news broadcast to know that no new disaster loomed and then switched off when a book program started.

"Can I have the music on?" Heather asked.

"Yes of course," I said hitting the button to unmute it. "Real radio's on five."

"That will do," she replied leaning forward to touch the button on the facia. 

I was glad when we arrived and turned off the inane chatter and unintelligible music with the ignition key. I got out and looked to see that the front wheel was off the zebra crossing lines.

"You should be alright," she said walking around and seeing my bumper over hanging by six inches or so.

"I know a policeman who can fix it if it's not," I said with a shrug.

I'd left just enough room as my boot opened with an inch to spare. I got the pushchair out and let her set it up as I got the baby out. We joined the crowded main street and I walked in her wake as she headed for the store.

We spent a couple of hours shopping and window shopping with a brief coffee in a café as an excuse to change the baby. It was lucky my face was known by the maître as he was uncomfortable with the pushchair and all the shopping.

With the pushchair safe in a broom cupboard we were seated and I ordered.

"Do you really have a policeman friend," she asked.

"Yes," I replied puzzled. "He's a DCI, why?"

"I was wondering why they hadn't closed the case on the fraud and unfrozen my father's accounts so we can settle his estate? Do you know we haven't even read the will yet?"

"I doubt he knows anything about that."

"He can ask DI Frost."

I laughed. "It's DCI Frost now, that's my friend"

"So you can ask him," she said with perfect logic.

"I'll ask but if it's police business he may not give me any answers."

"You can try."

"Yes I will, but no promises."

She gave me a glowing smile. "Thank you."

We ate and I imposed on the waiter to have him warm up a jar of food for the baby when he cried and Heather pacified him temporarily with some juice.

I left a good tip to sweeten the disruption we caused and walked back behind her wondering myself why his books and things had not been audited, two years seemed a long time even for a forensic examination.

On the drive home I selected the station, a classic rock one in the AM band. Hopefully Mrs. P would be long gone her time finishing over half an hour ago.

I was thinking of the story when I pulled up, my author and his young admirer. I carried on plotting alternates as I unstrapped the baby and walked Heather in.

Heather walked down to the toilet while I walked the baby and the bag into my front room. I unbuckled him and set him on the floor with a few of his toys from the bag then walked around to start the computer.

Heather walked back in and I noticed the difference but didn't twig that it was that she was now nude under the top till she got closer. She smiled at me when I looked up to her face, hitching it up a few inches and giving me a flash of her pussy as she grinned boldly.

My cock twitched as I smiled my appreciation back and my eyes ran down and up her again.

"Thought you'd like it," she said kneeling on the settee and reaching up to pull us close for a hug.

I ran my hands over it and her underneath it as my fingers brushed naked skin through the holes. She leant back and gave me a short sweet kiss before pulling back and looking me in the eyes.

"I wanted to do that all morning," she said as she released me. "Shall I make us coffee?"

"Yes please," I said distracted by both her nipples poking through.

She gave a little laugh as she held my arms and backed off. I watched as she walked out then turned to log on my train of thought now lost. I reread the last paragraph and let the picture reform in my mind.

I was caught up in the story when Heather came back, she leant over the back to pass me my coffee, pausing to look over my shoulder and read the text on the screen.

"Hey," I said half joking.

"You read mine." She said countering.

"I edit yours."

"That's nit picking, I bet I could find mistakes in yours as well."

I laughed. "Alright, you'll be the first to read it and we'll see how good an editor you are."

She smiled at me and turned to give her attention to George while I turned mine back to the story and the coffee. Heather's playing with the baby formed the backdrop to my writing for the next half hour or so.

I finished the scene with him reading the first of her PM's and sat back to notice the silence. I swivelled around to see Heather cradling George who was drifting off.

"Shhhh," she put a finger to her lips.

I nodded and just watched a moment as she carefully got up and put him into the carrier. I turned back to the screen as she started tidying up, putting the toys away.

As I gathered my thoughts I heard her on the settee then her arms looped around my shoulders.

"Shall we have sex now?" she asked sweetly.

Her fingers were already fiddling with my shirt buttons and her words had started my cock on its upwards journey. I took her arms and lifted one as I span around.

Her broad smile greeted me as she reached around my neck and pulled us together for a kiss. My cock thickened further and I awkwardly held the kiss as I clambered over the back of the settee.

She pushed me up and stood as she broke the kiss. I watched as she bent and took the hem of her top and lifted it up. The sight of her young nude body excited me further and I started on my shirt buttons.

She dropped the top and reached and pulled me up then started on my belt and fly. I had my shirt off by the time she was pulling my trousers and shorts down.

I sat back down and she went to her knees, pulling my shoes and clothes off before leaning in and grabbing my cock. I shuddered as her lips slid over my head and felt the thrill as her tongue stroked the underside.

My hands stroked and smoothed her hair as I lay back and just enjoyed the pleasure she was giving me. My pleasure grew as she continued pushing me nearer and nearer.

"I'm cumming," I mumbled as my hips started to tremble and thrust.

Her grip tightened as the first pulse filled her mouth, then she gulped a second and third as I threw my head back, my chest heaving as the last trembles left me feeling weak and sated.

She licked the final little dribble then pushed herself up my body till her face appeared in front of mine. She took my head and kissed me, I could feel the hard nubs on my chest and her flat stomach on mine.

"Bed," she said as she broke the kiss and leant back.

I nodded and she got off and picked up the carrier as I followed. Her naked figure had me wanting to reach and hold it against me as we mounted the stairs.

She set the carrier down and threw herself onto her back in the middle of the bed. I lay next to her and she rolled to face me, one hand around my back and the other around my neck.

I put my hand around her and we kissed and hugged for a while till I slid my hand back and over her breast. I leant her over onto her back and tracked kisses and licks down over her chin and throat then to her nipple.

She moaned softly at the first stroke of my tongue then sighed as my lips took it and sucked it in. I brought my other hand to her breast to take the free nipple and turned onto my knees.

I had her moaning softly with her hands kneading my hair when my hand slipped down over her soft body into her pubes. Her hips pushed against my fingers as they brushed over her wet mound.

Her legs opened wider as my middle finger slipped into her juicy folds, her moan rattling in her throat as her hips wriggled and pushed. My cock was throbbing excitement and anticipation but I wanted to take her higher with the fuck as the climax.

I kept my fingers stroking as I maneuvered myself between her legs and bent in for my tongue to take over. My knees slipped over the side and I pushed myself back into position with my feet.

She lifted her hips to meet me and I glanced down to see her happy smiling face. I savoured the aroma and the taste as the tip of my tongue rimmed her tunnel. 

My hands slipped around her thighs as I held her up, my tongue roaming over her petalled lips as I devoured her juices. Her hand came back to my head, pressing me in as her moaning increased in volume.

She jerked at my first touch of her nub, her hands pressing harder as I began to stroke it. In less than a minute she was writhing and urging me to fuck her.

I was sucking and massaging her nub with my lips when she came, her shriek of pleasure bringing an inward smile as I rode her bucking hips. As she calmed I pulled her by her hips till her pussy slipped to the edge of the bed.

I looked up to see her smiling weakly at me as I grabbed my cock and rubbed it over her sensitive folds before squeezing my head into her tunnel.

She gasped through her rasping breath as I slid it in and began her moans and groans as I started pumping. Within a minute she was squirming and pinching and pulling her nipples as her second orgasm came.

I paused as her tunnel gripped me, her spasms feeding pleasure into me as her hips thrust and pushed against me. As she calmed I started again, slow and soft at first but picking up speed as her moans began.

Her third orgasm was her most powerful yet with me so near that I didn't stop till I erupted in her and then dropped to lie on top of her. She just folded her arms around me and hugged me tight.

My cock plopping out was the cur to move as I pushed myself up six inches and leant in to kiss her. She pulled me flat again as her tongue entwined with mine and our lips twisted together.

I slipped my hands under her back and held her tight and rolled her over on top of me.

"That was so wonderful," she sighed as she bent her head back to look at me.

"Good enough for one of my heroes?" I said joking.

"Better," she said smiling. "This one was real and miles beyond where a dildo can take me."

She brought her hands to my shoulders and pushed herself up. My eyes flicked to her dangling breasts with my hands following to cup them. She giggled and pushed them out before leaning back in to kiss me again.

She slid down off me and stood, hand on hips as I sat up and looked at her beautiful body. She flashed me a toothy smile and stepped back as I stood and walked over to get a hand towel from the drawer.

I threw her one and then walked over behind her to kiss the nape of her neck as she dried herself. I slipped my arms around her and cupped her breasts.

"Mm," she said, pressing back into me.

I bent and kissed her cheek as she arched her head back and she twisted her head till our lips met. She turned in my arms, the towel fluttering down as she embraced me and the kiss turned passionate.

"I've got to go to the toilet," I whispered as she finally broke the kiss.

"I'll see you downstairs," she said stepping back and reluctantly releasing me.

I picked up the towel and rubbed myself as she turned and collected the carrier, bending from the waist to flash me her pussy and making me smile as I turned for the bathroom.

She just had her top on and was sat on the settee when I entered and she patted the seat next to her. I sat down and she twisted around to lie on my lap with her legs dangling over the arm.

"You're everything a woman could want," she said with a sigh looking up at me.

I smiled down with a little shake of my head, "No, maybe if I was twenty years younger."

"No," she laughed, jiggling her breasts under the lace. "You don't need Viagra yet."

I chuckled with her.

"There was this list of checkboxes," she went on. "It's from some magazine."

"Go on," I said

"Well if I remember; Mature, intelligent. Competent and responsible, loyal and trustworthy, sensitive, kind, open and caring. Oh and loving and attentive."

"There's no such man," I said starting to laugh.

"Do you want me to tell you how many boxes you tick," she said insistently.

"I'm a man, normal to the point of boring some would say. You're too starry eyed to see my faults if you fell over them," I said my voice getting serious.

"You cook, the place is neat and tidy, you don't smoke," she went on.

"I do," I interjected. "Cannabis, not tobacco."

"When?" she said her eyes widening. "I've never seen you."

"Bedtimes and Saturday before I drive up for tea."

"That's not enough to be a fault," she said. "You don't sit around drooling."

"Alright, maybe I am low maintenance but I spend most of my time in front of a screen and keyboard."

"Yes, but you're not on Facebook or Twitter and I spend a lot of time in front of a screen myself."

"Alright," I said again, giving up on besmirching myself. "Let Mr. Perfect get up and dressed and I'll make a cup of coffee for My Lady."

She laughed as she leaned up and I slipped out from under her. I dressed, sitting on the coffee table to put my pants on while she twisted around and lay leaning over to peek at the baby. 

The top flowed over her contours and had rumpled to reveal her bottom; the sight made me want her and woke my cock. I hastily stood and pulled them up then picked up my shirt and walked over to the door.

By the time we'd finished the coffee it was getting near time to take her home and I reluctantly told her to dress. When she was ready I strapped the still sleeping baby into the backseat of the car then got in myself.

"Wait," she said as I started the car.

I turned to her and she reached and pulled me in for a kiss.

"My last kiss till tomorrow," she said releasing me. "Will you collect me?"

"Yes of course," I replied straightening myself and putting my seatbelt on.

I got the carrier out and let her take him and the bag while I brought the pushchair in behind. Sam greeted me in the kitchen and she invited me to stay to dinner.

I graciously refused and was glad to hand the pushchair over to Heather when she returned. I made my excuses and left. I drove home wondering about tomorrow and the evening with Sam.

When I got home I switched the TV on and watched the news while I decided what to eat, an item on a robbery reminded me about phoning Michael, I doubted if he'd be in his office, senior police officers rarely worked this late and I fished out my mobile to phone him at home.

I suggested we get together for a drink and being a suspicious copper he soon had my real reason for calling out of me and surprisingly invited me around.

It turned out the case was stalled. He talked to me after invoking 'client privilege' so he could pick my mind of accounting. They'd drawn a blank when the money disappeared into a Cayman account.

There were several other things that bothered him. Even though the coroner had ruled his death suicide he still had an open mind because some of the elements didn't quite add up and it didn't smell right to his 'copper's nose'.

He brought out the file copies he kept at home and I looked through the transactions that they'd traced into and out of his account on their way to the black hole holding account in the Caymans. 

"Have you checked for outgoing transfers coincident with that, see if the exact same sum was shifted here?" I asked when I read though the accounts.

"You mean into the Cayman account and then bounced back to the UK?" he replied, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Or the US, the banks have to report everything over ten thousand so there will be a paper trail out of the banking black hole. Inland Revenue have algorithms that can do that," I said.

"Oh I've no budget for outside agencies." He came back.

"If it will help get it cleared up I might be able to call a favour in," I said thinking of Tony.

"It would all have to be unofficial at this stage," he warned me.

"From both ends," I replied with a little chuckle.

I promised to make a start first thing tomorrow and then we shared a drink and a chat before I set off home. On the drive home I wondered about the now suspect suicide and the ambiguous note.

My thoughts were back on my story by the time I got home but I found myself catching up on the forums and the new stories list on Lit when the words were reluctant to come.

I decided not to say anything to Heather just yet while eating breakfast and wondering if we would have sex. With it being my regular Friday night with her mother I'd prefer we beat my meat in the morning to make sure I had the stamina to perform with Sam.

I phoned Anthony at the tax office and talked him into running my query as a proving test. He promised to get back to me as soon as he had a result. With that taken care of I set off up to the farm.

She had tan tights and a tight denim miniskirt on with a tank top that gave glimpses of her flat tummy when I collected her. Sam was out riding and she took advantage by giving me a hug and a kiss as I walked into the lounge.

"Hey," I said as she hugged my tight. "Wait till we're away from here."

"She'll be up on the moor by now," she said releasing me.

"And if her horse threw a shoe a mile up the track and she walked it back?"

"We'd hear her complaining loudly as the kitchen door banged open," she replied with a little laugh.

I took the carrier as she brought the bag and closed up. As soon as we were out of the gate she wrapped an arm around mine as it rested on the gearstick.

"I want to sleep with you, share your bed for the night."

I gave a chortle. "That would be next to impossible."

"She's going to ask you to go away Friday night next week. She's got an invite to an exhibition and tackle sale next Saturday and she wants to drive up in the evening to make an early start."

That had my interest. "And you've got other ideas."

"You always sleep over on a Friday; you wouldn't want me to be lonely?"

I laughed. "So I need to invent something to do on Saturday, mid-dayish or maybe eleven. An appointment with a client maybe?"

"Oh have you, she'll be so disappointed." She said with a laugh.

The baby was awake when we arrived and while she unstrapped him and set him on the floor I went and made coffee. She was topless, clad only in a pair of cerise bikini briefs and her tights.




Accountant Ch. 04



I felt my cock twitch as I carried the cups over and put them down on the corner of the table, my eyes still on her as I sat and leant back. She glanced over her shoulder and stood, walking over to stand, hands on hips, in front of me.

My eyes travelled up her, the slight creasing of the panties over her mound, her rounded breasts with their fat nipples then her smiling face with an expectant look.

"Here," she said, reaching out her hands.

I leant forward and let her take my hands. She pulled them to the waistband of her panties. As I glanced up she was pensively biting her lower lip.

I hooked my thumbs in and focused on her crotch as I slipped them down. I was surprised to see her bushy pubes appear and as they slid lower I saw that they were crotchless tights.

"You like them?" she asked.

I glance up to see her broad smile.

"I bought them yesterday," she continued as I slipped the panties to her knees and let them fall.

My hands travelled back up and I slipped my hands around her ass and pulled her in to rub my nose and lips into her bushy mound. She giggled and her hands came down to push my head in.

I released her and leant back. My cock was so hard in my pants; if the baby had been asleep I would be eating her out, lapping at that tantalizing pink strip and the silky folds hidden below.

"I feel really sexy," she said wiggling her hips.

"You look like a goddess from a dream," I said in hushed tones.

"Oh," she said leaning her knees on the edge on the cushion and reaching to wrap her arms around my neck. 

She felt my cock as she lay on me. "I wish George was asleep," she whispered.

"He will be later," I said slipping my arms around her back and feeling her warm soft skin under my hands.

After a few long seconds she leant back and stood.

"Which one's mine?" she asked, turning to the cups.

I glanced past her, "The one nearest."

She took her cup and went to sit with the baby. My erection drooped slowly as I sipped my coffee and watched her sit and play. It was flaccid enough when I finished my drink and I stood and walked around to my computer.

Whilst last night my muse was reluctant the sexual charge filling me now had me making more mistakes as I tried to go too fast to keep up with the pictures in my mind.

I felt her arms slip over my shoulders and her hands start undoing my shirt buttons. I stopped and leant back, my head bending back to look up to her.

"George is asleep," she said softly.

I spun around and stood while she pulled me close as she leant in to kiss me. When she broke the kiss my hands went to my belt as I slipped my shoes off before walking around the end, slipping my trousers off as I sat next to her.

My cock was pointing skywards as she crouched and continued to unbutton my shirt. I reached an arm and parted her knees and let my hand slide up her nylon coated inner thighs and then down to stroke over her pussy.

She turned to kneel athwart me, her pussy getting dangerously close to my cock. Her hand went down to grasp it and she shifted forward to rub it over her soft folds.

My hands went to her breasts, my thumbs pressing in on her nipples as the pleasure mounted in my cock. She shifted its tip till it was teasing her hard nub, my little split taking the benefit making my head tingle.

Almost against my will I pushed her back. "Bed," I said as she looked straight at me.

She released me and twisted off to stand. I got up and followed, cock bouncing and slapping as her sexy figure led me upstairs. As she straightened from putting the carrier down I pulled her hips in to press my hard cock against her ass.

She gave a mock moan and wriggled against me then lifted a leg to reach under and pull my cock between her legs and into the lips of her warm wet pussy.

She groaned for real and began to gently rock back and fore on her tip toes. As her back arched my hands slipped up over her ribs to take her breasts, my fingers and thumbs clamping to her nipples.

She moaned again and spun around, pulling her nipples free before I could release them. She pushed me back onto the bed and pulled herself on top of me to plant her lips on mine.

Her tongue snaked in and her passion aroused my excitement further, my hands pressing her firmly to me while my cock throbbed. The passion melted to play as she started tracing small kisses around my mouth.

She pushed up and sat astride my chest her smiling face beaming down on me.

"Can we sixty nine?" she asked shuffling up a bit.

The thought of her pussy in my face and her sucking at my cock had me eagerly saying, "Yes."

She lifted herself up to kneel and turned around to replace the view of her breasts to the more delectable one of her glistening lips opening as she slipped back. My hands went to her hips to guide her as her knees rested on my shoulders.

My tongue skimmed over her silky lips as I took in her taste and aroma, my chin brushing her pubes as she settled and I felt her tongue begin its work with a gentle tasting brush over my helmet.

I worked her lips and tunnel, lapping at the fresh juices as she sucked and licked at my helmet while her hand slowly slid up and down my shaft.

She began to wriggle and push as I switched to playing with her hard nub. My hands began to massage the globes of her ass, kneading the yielding flesh under the soft skin.

My cock throbbed as her mouth slobbered over it, her tongue sliding around the rim of my helmet. My legs crossing and uncrossing as she took me nearer to the cliff.

My hands held her firm as her wriggles turned to jerks and her head lifted as she gave out a throaty groan which turned into a scream as she squeezed on my cock.

As she arched up my tongue lapped at the flood of juices, feeling it sticky on my cheeks as my hands glided over the nylon covered globes. I felt her hair brush over me as her head lifted and her lips slid over my helmet.

I kept licking gently on her silky lips as her head started bobbing on my cock, sending thrills down my shaft and lifting me back to the heights of pleasure.

My hand slipped down onto the skin of her back as my hips bucked and twisted, her lips slipped lower and her tongue flicked over my helmet as my seed erupted to fill her mouth.

I lay gasping as she sent more thrill through me as she sucked and licked at the last dribble. Then she lifted her leg over me and spun around to face me, a broad smile on her face as she looped her arms around my neck.

We lay cuddled together for a while as I stroked her back and marvelled at my good fortune in holding a gorgeous girl like her in my arms and wanting to share my bed.

"I wish we could stay here all day and just do it when we felt," she said raising her head from my chest.

"Mm, don't temp me," I said. "I could hold you like this forever."

She pushed up and pressed her lips to mine. "I love you," she said softly.

She kissed me again, slipping her tongue between my lips and pulling my head tight. My hands roamed over her back, my senses delighted by the touch of her smooth skin under my fingers.

"We'd better get up," she said as she pushed herself up clear of me.

I was reluctant to let her out of my arms as she sat up, her tousled hair and smile making her look more desirable. She half rolled off and then swung her feet over the edge of the bed.

"Come on," she said as she stood.

I slid myself to the edge and sat up to see her bending, her lips looking a lot plumper than when we started. Much as I was tempted to reach and slide my finger in I stood as she straightened lifting the carrier.

I followed her down, watching the top of her head and her bare shoulders, my cock already twitching at the thought of fucking her later despite the protest of my head.

She set the carrier down giving me another glimpse that set my cock off again as I collected my empty cup.

"Do you want coffee?" I asked as I walked around to retrieve hers.

"Yes please," she said sitting and leaning back to watch me walk around.

I felt a little self-conscious as she watched my flapping cock and I could feel it growing as I bent to pick up hers. I quickly turned.

"Be five minutes," I said over my shoulder and glimpsing her still watching, a smile on her face.

I felt pleased and happy, feeling younger and sprightlier as I walked through to start the coffee going. In the back of my mind I wondered when her interest would fade but for now I was living the dream.

She was sat in the corner of the settee, legs along the back. She gave me a smile as I walked across cups in hand, her eyes watching my bouncing cock and causing it to twitch again.

She drew her legs up and swivelled as I put the cups down and I sat next to her. She brought her legs back around, slipping one behind me and the other across my lap.

"I should do some writing," she said lazily.

"So should I," I said looking at the clock.

"What are your fantasies?" she asked. "Do you write them into your stories?"

"Sometimes, but only if my character leads me there."

"What's your favourite fantasy?"

"I'm living it now with you," I said with a little chuckle.

"No seriously, no little foot fetish or something?"

"No, not really I just like straight up sex, there's enough enjoyment in that."

"I have dark fantasies sometimes, like where I'm a slave and my master is forcing himself on me."

"You should write it down," I said lifting her leg a little and leaning forward for my cup.

"Pass me mine?" she asked.

I passed it over and then sat back with mine.

"You've got a voyeuristic streak," she said.

"Who doesn't like beauty and sex combined?" I said excusing myself.

She giggled. "Which part of me do you like best?" she asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"From your pretty face to your dainty toes," I said diplomatically.

"What part excites you most," she said pressing the point.

"Your pussy," I said my eyes flicking to it.

She bent her knee out, giving me a better look at her wetly gleaming lips as they pealed back and started my cock twitching. My gaze travelled up to her breasts and the fat nipples then onto her face and the tangled mass of curls surrounding it.

As she smiled back at me we heard the baby gurgle. She sat up and I leant forward to let her lift her leg over, as she swivelled around I bent again and picked my clothes up and retreated to my office chair to slip my shorts on.

While she saw to the baby I looked at the blank screen, impatiently waggling the mouse a second time as I waited for it to light. When I stared at the words my thoughts were on the questions she just asked.

I was particularly interested in her 'Dark fantasy', though I had glossed over it and attempted to change the subject I wondered if it was a hint of some kind.

The rest of the questions sounded like probes to see if there was any special way to please me, her just being here and walking around semi-nude was pleasure enough with the love making the icing on the top.

As my tummy rumbled I looked at the time again, it was near enough lunch time to stop and make it.

"Lunch time," I announced standing.

She looked up at me.

"Do you want scrambled or omelette?" I asked.

"Can I have a cheese omelette?"

"Yes, you've got a choice of Cheddar or Gouda?"

"Is the Cheddar mature?"

"No, it's a mild one."

"I'll have that then."

"Okay," I nodded as I walked around, my eyes scanning down from her face to her breasts.

Her arms opened as she leant back against the settee, elbows on the cushions. I looked back to her face and grinned back at her as she jiggled them and my eyes flicked back to watch them sway.

She laughed and I looked back up to meet her eyes.

"Go on. Kitchen," she said leaning back down.

I turned smiling to myself and set off to make lunch. She followed me in a minute later the carrier baby hooked on her arm and the bag over her shoulder.

"Might as well feed George while we're at it," She said putting the carrier down.

She switched the handle down and around to prop him up so he could see us. She rummaged in the bag for the jar of food before selecting a pan and filling it to set on the stove.

I made my omelette first, while she warmed the baby food, and ate it while she fed George and then made hers and kept George amused while she ate.

I made coffee while she loaded up the dishwasher and carried the bag back when we finally returned to the front room. She sat back on the floor to unstrap George; I put her cup on the table and sat in the armchair to relax with mine.

I'd been sat only a few minutes when my phone went off in my pocket. I jumped up and rushed around to the computer where I'd left my clothes and hurriedly answered it.

"Tony, that was quick."

"Yes, your guy is an amateur."

"Easy was it?"

"Yes, he transferred the whole account straight to an account here then transferred halves to two other accounts. You want the details?" 

"Yes, can you email me them."

"Yes, can do, hope it helps and that's one you owe me."

"Anytime. Thanks again."

He hung up and I put the phone down thoughtfully.

"Okay?" Heather asked.

"Yes, yes. That was actually news for you."

"What? Mother?"

"No, it's about your father's bank accounts, information for Mike that had stalled the investigation."

She knelt up on the settee. "Really?"

"Yes. It should help him start things moving again."

"Thank you," she said leaning forward and wrapping her arms around me.

I could feel her firm bare breasts skin to skin with me as her arms tightened in a hug, the faint aroma of her hair shampoo invaded my nostrils as her head pressed against my chin.

It was a moment you wish you could capture forever; a moment when I wished the love and affection she was showing me could and would last, a moment taking me back to my youth and my own first love.

She slipped back to sit on her heels, her face happy and smiling.

"He's emailing me," I said turning to the mouse and waggling it to wake the computer. "Then I need to talk to Mike again."

As the screen sprang to life I felt her arms slide around my neck.

"You're my hero for this," she said softly in my ear.

The 'Bing bong' of my mail stopped my replying and I leant forward, her hands sliding to my shoulders, as I clicked on the notification icon.

It was a short note with several attachments. I opened the drawer and got a fresh memory stick and loaded them onto it before opening them. Reading through I could see what he meant by amateur.

Willard Mitterrand and Hamish Cameron were the names on the accounts. I recognized some of the names on the statement, an accountant, stock brokers, other overseas tax havens.

I picked up my phone and dialled Mike. He sounded a tinge annoyed until I told him what I'd got and gave him the names. That got him excited enough to make the trip over to look for himself and take a copy.

I thumbed the off and looked up at her waiting expectantly.

"He's on his way over," I said. "The names mean something to him I think."

"So we can get this settled and finally put everything behind us."

The relief showed on her face and she sat back into the corner and stretched her legs out. "You know I still don't believe he did it."

I thought about Mike and his suspicions, I probably wouldn't have told her even if he hadn't asked for my confidence.

"I don't know enough, but you better get dressed."

She gave me a weary smile and swung her legs around while I bent to pick up my clothes. I dressed quickly, popping my phone back in my pocket before walking to find my shoes.

I had the coffee primed and ready, Heather was on the settee, legs curled under her with the baby by her side. I was waiting nervously as I wondered what he'd make of Heather being here.

I answered the door, greeting him with a smile.

"Heather [surname] is inside with me, I didn't expect you over," I said quietly.

"Yes, I know you're seeing her mother," he replied patting me on the shoulder. "Shall we see what your friend's digging has turned up?"

I led him through and over to the computer, giving him the memory stick before bringing the screen back to life.

"Here," I said moving to let him sit down. "Do you want a coffee?"

"Thanks," he said clicking open the first attachment.

I gave Heather a smile as I walked around on my way to the kitchen. I brought the sugar with me as I'd forgotten to ask, he was checking some notes on his laptop while Heather was watching him intently.

"Coffee," I announced, walking over. "Do you take sugar?"

"Two please," said Mike looking up.

"I'll have one," Heather chimed in.

I smiled to myself as I spooned the sugar out, flashing her a quick grin as Mike looked back at his screen. I stirred and passed hers over while walking around to give Mike his.

He mumbled his thanks as I saw him scroll down through a witness statement. I walked back around and sat in my armchair, waiting to see what happened next. 

"I've got them," he said emphatically as he looked up and over at me.

"Who?" I asked looking him face to face.

"Jim Becks and Cyril Graham," he said smiling.

"Not my father?" asked Heather.

"No, they just used his account to lay a false trail. Now to find out how they murdered him," he said.

"Murder!" Heather exclaimed excitedly.

"This is between us," he said looking from me to Heather.

"Yes," Heather said coming to her knees.

I nodded when he looked over at me.

He stood. "I'll see what my Super says, this is enough to convict them on the fraud and that throws doubt on the verdict of suicide by taking away the motive."

"I knew it," Heather proclaimed. "I knew he couldn't kill himself."

Tears were in her eyes when she turned to me. Mike closed his laptop and got up.

"Thanks for this," he said, looking at me as I stood to show him out.

He paused at the end and looked at Heather. "Not a word of this to your mother. Understand?"

She nodded.

He looked back to me with a grim smile. "I'll see myself out."

I turned to Heather as he walked to the door; she sat up and brought her legs around as I took the few steps that separated us. She threw herself at me and gave a little sob as she wrapped her arms around me.

"I knew, I knew," She said her voice trembling on the verge more tears.

I held her and softly rubbed her back, not quite sure what to do. I gently backed her down, kneeling in front of her as I looked up at her.

"This is the best news ever." She said, her face breaking into a smile. "It's strange but it's better that he was murdered, it's not as horrible now it's not his fault."

"I know," I said reassuringly.

She leant forward, hands under my arms, and pulled me up. "I want to thank you for this," she said pulling me in to kiss me.

The kiss morphed from passionate to sensual and I could feel her nipples getting hard against my chest.

"Wait," I said breaking off the kiss and leaning back.

Her head flopped back, a smile growing on my face as she looked at me.

"My life has just keeps getting better and better since I met you," she said.

"Since you tried to blackmail me," I replied chuckling.

"You're like a wish that's been granted," she went on, her hands starting to ruffle the hair on my neck.

"You're like some kind of miracle too," I said. "Like a flame haired angel from heaven."

"We belong together," she said pulling me in for another kiss.

The kiss was brief but sensual again, like a promise of delights to come.

"I wish I could come and live with you," she said with a sigh.

"Heath...." I began

"I know," she said. "But at least I've got next Friday."

"Yes," I agreed.

She shuffled up a little. "Sit and hold me."

I squeezed down beside her and she snuggled her back into me.

"That's better," she said lifting my hand to cup her breast.




Accountant Ch. 04



I massaged it softly while I thought about the murder and Mike's strict instructions not to talk to her mother and if he had any suspicions of her.

I released her as she moved, letting her get up for the bag. I moved into a more comfortable position as she brought out a fresh nappy with powder and wipes.

I got up as she knelt, walking over to get my now lukewarm coffee and sitting back in my armchair. This news was going to cause a big stir when it got out, the murder mystery and fraud charges were going to rake it all up again.

I looked over at Heather, I was glad for her that her father had been exonerated and I could see the boost to her spirits she'd gotten. She could face the world with more confidence with that weight gone.

She put George into the carrier and started rocking him on the cushion next to her. Dressed or undressed she was attractive to the eye and my thoughts strayed to the sex that would follow when the baby slept.

My thoughts jumped to the story. She'd sent him the PM and at the next meeting she'd introduced herself and had played to his ego and more subtly his libido. 

Next would be another PM getting a bit more sexy than the last one and then next week at the meeting she would get him to tutor her. She would suggest his place using the excuse of quiet.

"I think he's asleep," she said, her quiet voice scattering my thoughts.

I looked over at her, a coquettish smile on her lips as she looked back at me.

"Time for me to thank you properly," she said standing, her eyes still on me.

I smiled back, my cock thickening with the excitement of knowing she was going to undress and surrender her body to me. She picked up the carrier and started for the door.

My cock grew firmer as I followed her, my hand slipping under my waistband to bring it upright while my eyes followed her backside, watching her tight little ass jiggle and sway.

I caught the flash of her red panties when she set the carrier down. I walked to the bed unbuckling my belt and unzipping and pushed my shorts and trousers down before sitting on the edge to ease them off with my feet.

She stepped in front of me, her hand going to the shirt buttons, working down to my erect cock poking through my shirt tails. My hands went to her stockinged thighs, sliding up her short skirt to caress her ass.

Her hands came up and pushed the shirt down over my shoulders; I released her and then caught hers as she gripped the hem of her top.

"Let me," I said, standing and freeing myself from the shirt.

She gave a giggle as she straightened up, lifting her arms and putting them on my shoulders as I reached out. I lifted it and as it uncovered her nipples I leant in and took one in my lips.

Her hands closed around me as she sighed. I pushed the top higher and swapped to the other nipple while my finger and thumb took the wet one to squeeze and rub it.

She sighed again as I began to lick, my tongue pressing over her hard fat nipple as my mouth opened slightly to take in more of her areola. She began rubbing me between the shoulder blades, her hand working up to my neck.

My hands slipped down around her waist as she kept her breasts pressed to me, feeling for the button and zip. Her hands took over and I brought them to her breasts as I started kissing and licking down over her ribs. 

I licked and tickled her belly button as I squatted and slid my hands down her body to the waistband of her panties.

She pushed against me as I pulled her panties down and kissed over the tights till I felt her pubes under my lips. Her hands pressed me in as my tongue teased her pubes before slipping down into her slit.

I pushed her panties down to her ankles as her legs widened and she thrust forward. I could taste her juices as my tongue slipped into her widening lips as a moan escaped her lips.

The tips of her fingers dug into my head as I found her nub, her moan throatier as I teased it. My hands slipped up and then along the insides of her splayed thighs.

I let my thumbs massage her mound while I kissed my way back up. I sucked and licked both nipples before leaving them to my fingers and thumbs and kissed my way to her shoulder and then up and across to her waiting lips.

I could feel my cock slide up her belly as she pressed against me, her arms tight around my back as she squashed my hands on her breasts. I pulled my hands free and held her hips, lifting her as we kissed.

I turned around and laid her on the bed climbing up to kneel between her legs and lay above her, my cock touching her belly as I held myself up on my elbows.

Her arms pulled around my neck and her eyes fixed on mine as she lifted to kiss me. Her tongue played and circled mine as our lips twisted together.

I slipped my hands under her arms and pushed her up the bed, breaking the kiss but letting me start on her breasts again. I licked up the slope of one and teased her nipple before licking across to the other one.

I shifted around to kneel at her side; I brought one hand to her breast while my other slipped down the soft skin of her taut belly and into her pubes.

Her hips tilted up as my hand slid further down into her wet warm pussy. My finger found her tunnel and slipped into its silky darkness as I gently began to finger fuck her.

As her moans grew my lips traced a path down and I began to lick and massage her hood, I let my hand drop and pushed my tongue further down licking at her juices as my tongue drew nearer her tunnel. 

She twisted and her hand took my calf, pulling as I lifted it over her. She shuffled down then grasped my cock, I felt the head slip through her lips into her warm wet mouth, her tongue slathering over it. 

My tongue flicked over her silky folds as it wove its way to her tunnel, the taste and aroma exciting me as well as the feel of her young flesh under my hands.

She plopped my cock in and out her lips enthusiastically, her tongue following to lick as she played with it, squeezing and waggling it around.

My tongue roamed around her tunnel, stirring and licking in the loose folds as my hands smoothed over her nylon covered thighs and ass. The pure excitement of being here with her, making love to her like this with the taste of her on my lips was a pleasure in itself.

My tongue slipped back up to her hood, the tip brushing over her hard nub making her hips wriggle a little. My lips pressed down and I fluttered my tongue over it and was rewarded with a little gasp.

Her hips rose as she thrust up, her pubes pressing against my chin as her legs trembled. Her hand gripped hard as she screamed and a shudder ran through her.

I leant up as she jerked, my hands slipping to the bed as she writhed below. I moved over and turned around the side of her to kneel beside her.

"Turn over," I urged her.

She rolled and I pushed a knee between her legs as my hands went to her hips to pull her up. I held my cock and brushed the head into her folds to start her moaning again.

As I pushed my head into her tunnel she pressed back eagerly. I felt the tingle grow as I squeezed in, her tight little tunnel sliding up to envelop me, giving a little grunt as she rammed herself up against me. 

"Oh god," she said. "That feels so big, so wonderfully full and big."

I smiled to myself, thankful for my outsize cock as I began to rock my hips and fuck her. Her hips twitched and jerked under my hands and she started to grunt with my stroke.

She screamed 'Yes' into the pillow as I felt the spasms grip my cock and I held her trembling shuddering body to me as I felt her relax. I waited my hands firm on her hips as my cock throbbed inside her.

As she recovered I started slowly, my hips barely moving as she began to push back. I lengthened my stroke and rocked a little faster as the pleasure grew, feeling the little ball of tightness swelling in my groin.

In less than a minute my seed exploded into her and I was left clinging onto her hips as I surrendered to the moment trembling and gasping as I felt her fingers urgently massaging her clit as she sought her release.

As she jerked the pressure of her spasm popped me out and I sat back exhausted on my heels while she flopped down gasping for her own breath.

I felt ecstatic looking down on her, the smooth curves of her figure as she lay sprawled on my bed, the knowledge that she would welcome my touch or kiss and willingly share her body and sate my desires.

She turned over and looked up to me, her eyes shining and a broad smile on her face.

"If I could capture that in words...." she sighed.

My admiring eyes tracked down her, firm breasts, her flat stomach and the bushy vee of dark red curls against the white of her skin with pink slit in her plump mound peeking through.

"That tingly golden hazy feeling when the pleasure fills you and nothing else matters," she continued pushing herself to sit up and face me.

I wanted to capture the beauty in her, to express the way she was so special, the way my heart beat wildly at the sight of her sitting nude before me.

She reached forward and caught my arms, pulling me forward into her embrace and seeking out my lips. I lay her back down as we kissed, happy at her closeness, gently massaging her head and neck as I rested on my elbows.

She broke the kiss and looked at me. "You get more wonderful every time, you'll have me bursting with joy if you carry on."

"And you are my fountain of youth," I replied. "You make me feel wonderful as well."

I leant in and gave her a quick kiss. "We ought to get up and dressed."

"Uh uh, I want to stay here in your arms." She said pulling me tighter.

I gave a chuckle. "Let's roll onto our sides then."

"Okay," she giggled.

We rolled, not to our sides but onto my back with her on top. She gave a giggle as she sat up. She smiled at me, a gleam in her eye.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing, I just feel so happy." She paused for a fraction. "I want to do something nice for you, make it special for you as well."

"I don't need 'special'," I said softly. "You're all I need. Being here with me is as 'special' as it gets."

"But I feel guilty. I just lie there while you give me orgasm after orgasm. I want you to have more fun."

"I get all the fun I need, I like giving you orgasms but I've got a one shot cannon, it takes time to reload. You won't hear me complain about our lovemaking."

She leant forward to kiss me. "I love you, I love that you're good at lovemaking, I love the stories you write and the kind of man you are. I'll marry you if you'll ask me."

"Oh Heather, I'd so love to believe we could make it work but it's a big decision to make, it won't be that easy to undo...."

"Just say no we'll still have the days."

"Give it a week, have a think and we'll talk about it next Friday."

"I'm ready now, I won't change my mind. I want to have your babies."

The thought of my eighteen year old flashed through my mind.

"Heath...."

She cut me off with a kiss, then another and another as she peppered my lips. She gave a sigh and laid her head on me as she brought her legs up to lie full length along me.

I let her lie another five minutes before wriggling under her.

"Oh all right," she said grumbling.

She pushed herself up and moved to the edge of the bed. I rolled and planted my feet on the floor and looked around for my clothes.

"Toilet," she said after gathering hers.

I watched her sexy figure go and then looked back to put my shorts and trousers on before picking up my shirt and the carrier.

"I'm taking him down," I shouted as I walked out.



Accountant Ch. 05



I put him down on the coffee table and sat back in the settee pondering whether to let her move in. I'd have no hesitation if I thought it could last, oh how I wished it could last, to hold her sweet body as I slept and wake to her still in my arms.

I looked up as she walked in. she had her tank top and skirt on but was carrying her panties on an outstretched finger. 

"Just till we go home," she said.

She came and sat next to me, handing me the panties as she twisted and lay her head on the arm with her body lay in my lap. She drew her legs up, her skirt riding up or rather down on her tights.

"It's so nice to think about my father being cleared but I can't help feel guilty being glad he was murdered," she said with a sigh.

"I know," I replied, shifting my hand to cradle the back of her head. "But, that's natural. I can't help thinking of the money side, there's a couple of million tied up in the accounts."

"And the will," Heather added.

"And the reopening of the inquest, you may have to enter a petition for that."

"And I can't say a word to mother about it," she said giving another sigh.

"That'll only be a day or so; Mike will update your mother on this as soon as he's cleared it with his boss."

"I hope so; it's a big secret to keep," she said turning to me.

"Are you going to write?" I asked my eyes centring on hers.

"I just want to lay here, my minds to full to write."

"You can have another ten minutes, then I'm making more coffee and getting a few ideas down."

"I'll make the coffee," she said stirring.

"No, have your ten minutes, I need to collect my thoughts first."

She chuckled. "My thoughts are on cloud nine."

I looked at her smiling face, her happiness almost a glow shining out.

"I'm happy for you, you've found the 'Door into summer'," I said softly, bringing my free hand to cup her cheek.

She laughed lightly. "'Twas a dark and miserable night, the drizzle had seeped into her clothes depressing her even more." She said, bursting into more laughter.

"She stood before the door, not knowing that inside her mother's boyfriend was feeling horny from the erotic story he was writing," I continued embellishing the story.

"You were kind and caring," she said gazing at me. "Then I found your Lit account and couldn't believe it, I checked when I got home and masturbated to the hotel scene in Ringworld, it was just so tender and beautiful, that's when I fell in love with you."

I felt pleased but disheartened that the rose coloured spectacles she was wearing would come off sooner or later. I wasn't my heroes and true love was a chemical self delusion made possible through our genetic programing.

"I got some nasty comments about the foot fetish in that," I said changing the subject.

"That didn't bother me, but that bit where he was shot, that was a little mean."

"I didn't plan that, that came from the characters."

She shifted, her hand coming up to take mine. "You're going to be my Mr Darcy."

I laughed. "And I'll make you an Aphrodite in search of a human lover."

She reached up and caught my shoulder as she rose, pulling us together for a kiss, her eyes bright as she looked into mine. Her hand slipped from my shoulder to my neck, pulling me tight to crush our lips together.

"I want to make love again," she said softly as she broke the kiss.

My cock stiffened at her words. I couldn't say it but her mother would be expecting me to fuck her later, if she went home in her happy state and my performance drooped shall we say, best not let that happen.

"My tongue is yours," I said poking it out and waggling the tip.

The baby started crying. There was a look of concern as she turned, her legs sliding around as she stood. I leant forward to watch as she knelt next to the carrier her skirt only half covering her ass.

"I'll put the coffee on," I said as my hand slid into my pants to lay my cock flat.

"Okay," she said without turning as she lifted him. "Can you pass the bag first."

I stood and put the bag on the floor next to her as I walked past.

She was sat with George on her knees when I returned with the cups.

"Will you mind him a minute while I go to the toilet?" she asked cheerfully.

"Okay," I said putting down the cups and stepping over to reach down for him.

"No, let him have a wander on the floor," she said putting him down as she stood.

I turned and retrieved my coffee and stepped over to the armchair to keep a better eye on him. It was half three about, another hour or so and we'd be on our way to hers for tea, time enough still to get a page or so done.

Heather breezed back in.

"Do you think we could stop at the cemetery on the way home?" she asked walking over to George.

"Yes if you want."

"Yes, I want to visit his grave, tell him it's all alright now."

"Fine by me," I replied nodding.

She sat holding George on her knee while she rummaged in the bag.

"We can leave ten minutes early," she said pulling out some of his toys.

"An hour from now," I said looking at the time.

"That will do," she said glancing up at the clock herself.

"Well," I said getting up. "I think I'll get a few words down."

She smiled at me, her eyes following me as I walked across. I turned the computer on and sat back my mind already reviewing the path I'd chosen.

I started in with her second PM, it was almost Déjà vu, I had her tell him how his story had made her horny enough to masturbate reading it. Art and life melding together.

I was just at the point of him opening the notification email when Heather spoke.

"It's four thirty," she announced.

I moused the save and swivelled around. She was retrieving the carrier. I turned back around and clicked things closed, waiting the few seconds till the shutdown screen appeared.

She was strapping George in when I stood and walked around. I started packing the bag, putting the toys away. As I did that I mentally went around the house checking for anything else on or open.

I drove through the centre of town and found a parking spot, she leant over and gave me a quick kiss before getting out and hurrying to the gate and taking a quick look back at me before disappearing inside.

I turned the radio on and settled back to wait. I was turned watching the baby when she came back, she was smiling but I could see that her eyes looked like she'd been crying.

"Are you okay?" I asked as she climbed back in.

"Yes I'm fine now, ready to carry on with my life," she said leaning over and hooking her arm through mine. "Let's go home and see what mum's fish pie is like."

"That's something you can't fault her on, she likes cooking and she's good at it," I said as I started the car.

I drove her home and Sam was in the kitchen window as usual. I carried the bag in.

"Sam," I said greeting her.

I walked over to the hall doorway dropping the bag off then turned to Sam.

"Fish pie tonight Heather says," I said with a smile as I walked over.

"Yes," she replied putting down the oven gloves and turning to hold out her arms to me.

We exchanged a quick kiss.

"Make myself a coffee," I said turning to pass her and take the step to the kettle.

"You know that inspector Frost, he was on the phone today."

"Ah ha," I said non committedly.

"There's new evidence in the fraud case, he wants me and Heather to go in for an interview Monday morning."

"Interview?" I queried.

"That's what he said."

"If there's new evidence then he probably just wants to update you."

"I don't know, it's a mystery to me."

"Well at least it's moving again, you never know they might unfreeze the accounts."

"That would be a blessing, I could afford to hire a manager and retire. You wouldn't have to work either, we could have tropical holidays."

And with plenty of money for parties and barbeques by the swimming pool the hunting and shooting set would welcome her back to freeload off, I thought cynically.

"I'm not ready to retire to party the night away, I like the quiet life here." I said turning as I waited for the water to boil.

"Well you can sample it next weekend if you want," she said smiling at me.

"What's the occasion?" I asked.

"An exhibition and tackle sale, a place to meet, greet and network. It's an all day Saturday event, we could drive up and spend the night, drive back after its over."

"I've got an appointment with a client on Saturday. He wants me to do a quick audit as of close of business Friday. It would take me a couple of hours Friday night and we'd go over the results on the Saturday morning, eleven 'o' clock."

"Oh," she said sounding disappointed.

"Sorry," I said. "I was going to tell you later that I'd be late next Friday."

"It doesn't matter, it would have been nice that all."

"I know, I'll make it for the next one." 

She turned back to dishing the food out and I finished making my coffee. I walked through to the lounge where Heather had unstrapped George and had him on the couch next to her.

"Will you mind him a minute?" she asked.

I nodded as I walked over to take her place. She let her hand trail over me as she passed.

"I won't be long," she said as she paused at the door.

I settled back, laying on leg along the edge of the cushions and picked up the remote for the TV. I put the news on and picked up my coffee and was still watching as Sam walked in with the food.

"Heather!" she shouted making the baby jump.

I picked up one of his toys and waggled it in front of him. my leg dropped down when Sam put her plate down in front of the couch. I put my coffee down and scooped George into my lap then dragged his toys across to clear the way.

She put my plate and cutlery down next to my cup and sat down next to me. I held George tight and stretched forward, putting the fork on the plate and picking it up.

I balanced it on the arm and started to eat. Heather came in wearing an old track suit. She walked over saying nothing as her mother watched her.

She gave me the start of a smile she focused on George as she picked him up. She held him on her hip as she went and picked up her plate from the trolley and carried it to the armchair next to her mother.

"Pass me the remote," Sam asked turning to me.

I fished it from the side of the cushion and passed it over. She changed to E! and settled back to watch. Her choice of entertainment was a tick in the wrong box.

We'd finished the food and I waited for the adverts before standing.

"I'm going for a fresh coffee, anyone else want one?"

"Take the plates out with you," Sam said looking up at me.

I nodded and stooped to gather them up. I walked around to pick Heathers up.

"Thanks," she said looking up from the baby and smiling.

I smiled back at her as I turned to load them onto the trolley.

"No one else for coffee?" I said over my shoulder as I wheeled it away.

As no one replied I assumed not and carried on to the kitchen. The program had restarted when I got back; Sam laid herself out, snuggling into my shoulder as I sat through fifteen minutes of a red carpet fashion show.

"Heather," she said when the next lot of adverts cam on. "Monday morning you're with me, that inspector called. He wants to interview us over in Featherington."

"What about?" she asked looking up.

"I don't know, apparently there's new evidence or something."

"What, they're going to rake it all up again."

"I don't know, it's about the fraud case."

"As long as it's not some big announcement that will make the local paper."

"Twenty million fraud cases make more that the local paper the TV news will cover it," I said stirring her pot with wry amusement.

"I hope they've solved it." Heather said. "I hope that they've found the money trail and it'll all finally be over."

"I'll second that," I said.

"We'll have to wait till Monday," Sam said resignedly, ending the conversation.

We watched on till Heather took the sleeping George upstairs to bed. When she didn't return after five minutes Sam undid her waistcoat and kicked off her slippers.

Half an hour or so later I disturbed her as I visited the toilet. When she cuddled back up she pulled my arm around her and put my hand on her breast, giving it a little rub before releasing it.

I softly massaged it as she un-paused the film. I felt my cock respond as I felt the bulge of her nipple through the bra and blouse. It felt strange being here with my cock anticipating fucking Heather's mother while it probably had traces of her dried cum on it.

With Sam planning on how to spend her millions we'd inevitably drift apart, she and I wanted different things from life, I was very content with my life here and wanted no part of the Glitterati jet set scene.

I brought my hand over and undid the top buttons of her blouse then slipped my hand under to tease her nipple through the bra.

"Mm," she said rubbing her back against me.

As my cock twitched in response I smiled at man's propensity to be led by the gonads, even as I was considering my future with her my cock was raring to fuck her.

She switched off as the credits rolled. I pulled my hand from her blouse as she straightened up and turned to me.

"I read your book," she said a smile growing on her face.

"Oh," I said sitting up. "What did you think?"

"The sex was more realistic, I can see a lot of you in it. You really like Cunnilingus don't you."

My character liked cunnilingus; I thought, but didn't argue because I also like it, that sloppy floppy pink slit and its special taste and aroma. If we were doing a sixty nine as well it was as good as fucking.

"And the story?" I asked

"Getting lost in space and finding an alien civilisation, I thought it was a bit far fetched."

"How?" 

"Well you made them seem like giant bunnies." 

"More like Hares or kangaroos I thought," I replied wondering how many others had pictured them that way.

I opened the door for her and followed her into the hall.

"I liked the scene where she was fucking his morning woody to wake him and then they made love again in the shower with the spray on her clit. Why have you never shown me that trick?" she asked.

"We can try it now," I said with a chuckle as we rounded the banister.

She wiggled her ass at me from the bottom step. "Any more I should know about?"

"I have one where he takes Viagra."

"That could have been a good idea for next Friday."

"We'll have a weekend away soon, no tackle show to get up for, how's that sound?"

She giggled. "Make up for my missing you next weekend."

She stopped at the top of the stairs and turned to face me.

"You don't think they will reopen the inquest as well?"

"Why should they, if the new evidence is that he's guilty then its case closed. If it's someone else then George's death was a tragedy."

"Yes, I suppose, I don't want Heather getting all upset again."

"I think she'll be alright." I said as I slipped my arms around her.

She turned in my arms and started down to her bedroom door. I followed on, my hands slipping to her waist. She slipped her blouse and waistcoat off as I closed the door behind us.

My cock, already semi erect, stiffened and tented my trousers. The flesh coloured bra, when she turned around, made her look like Barbie, all breast and no nipples.

"I see your ready," she said eyeing the bulge in my pants.

I started to fumble with my shirt buttons, working my way down as I watched her unzip her jeans and let them slip to her knees revealing the flesh coloured panties.

She sat down as I tossed my shirt onto a chair. As I unbuckled she had her jeans off and was slipping off her shoulder straps. I walked over as I unzipped and pushed down the shorts as well as I sat next to her.

I could feel my cock pressing against my belly as I bent and freed my feet. When I straightened up she stood and started to push her panties down in front of me.

Her ass and thighs were shapely but solid muscle, her skin taut as she bent still had the sheen of youthfulness shaved clean. The peep at the fleshy mound and the dark brown of her wrinkled lips had my cock twitch as if to prod me to take the opportunity.

She stepped out of them and glanced over her shoulder as I stood, my cock jutting out like a Fourth of July flagpole. She turned back and started for the bathroom door.

I strode after her, catching up as she picked up the shower cap. I walked past her and turned the water on, turning the temperature down slightly and detaching it shower head.

When she entered I stopped her in the middle. "Turn around and squat," I ordered.

As she squatted I squatted with her, my free arm holding her close till we were stable. I checked the temperature on my leg then brought it down to spray her pussy as my other hand slipped up to cup her breast.

I looked over her shoulder and she leant back into me, her legs opening wider as her hips moved forward. I brought the rose closer and flicked the jets back and fore over her half open lips.

"Oh, oh god that's good," she said her hips rolling as she moved with the spray.

I stretched my thumb and turned down the outer rings and moved my hand back to focus the stronger jet on her clit.

"Huh," she sucked in air in as her hips jerked back, her nipple pulling in my finger and thumb. Then she was moaning in delight at the thrill she was getting.

She took it from my hand and stared experimenting as she lurched forward onto her knees, her legs slipping wider as she directed a softer jet as her splayed lips.

"Try a harder spray on your rosebud," I said kneeling behind her and putting my hands on her hips.

There was another couple of 'Oh's' as she did and then she was back to her pussy and clit. I lifted her hips up and slipped a hand down to guide my helmet into her dripping tunnel.

She groaned as she pushed back on it, the spray giving my tingling balls as be took it fully in. I gave her a second then started to slowly rock my hips, feeling the warm water washing over it as she spayed it over her clit.

She got her orgasm long before I was near and dropped the shower head as I felt the shudder and the spasms gripping my cock. I held her hips tight to me as she sagged, her scream turning to whimpers as she gasped for air.

My hands slipped forward to her waist and I pulled her back up against me, sitting back on my heels and pushing my hands up to massage her breasts and roll her nipples in my palms.

She was moaning, her head back on my shoulder and my hard cock still lodged inside her. I was delighted when she started to bounce, the thrill of her riding me momentarily stilling my hands.

She stopped. "Move closer to the wall," she said urgently.

I held her tight as she gripped my thighs and shuffled forward with me. She put her hands on the wall to stop me, leaning forward to begin bouncing again and sending surges of pleasure down my cock.

I moved my hands to my heels as I leant back slightly, my eyes admiring her muscled back as she pounded away. I could feel the tight knot forming in my groin as she began to moan herself.

My hips were twitching on the verge as she slammed back into me; her scream erupted from a 'Yes...." Her contractions were all I needed to take me over the top, my hands flying up to wrap around her.

I groaned as my seed jetted deep inside her, then came the panting as I flattened against her. I could feel her chest heave matching mine as I clung to her, both of us bathed in the sexual afterglow.

As my cock shrank she edged back on me letting it slip out. She pushed herself off the wall and stood, I followed her, pushing myself up to stand behind her.

"Oh, we can do that again," she said, smiling as she turned to me.

"You like it then," I said turning to shut the water off.

"Give me more," she said with a giggle as she lent in to give me a quick kiss.




Accountant Ch. 05



I chuckled myself. "That's the first time I've done that. I've used it on myself and just popped it into that story for something different."

"Well it works, you should find a way to patent it."

"It's already been done by the Victorians as a cure for female hysteria," I said laughing.

"That beats smelling salts."

I laughed harder at the thought. Her laughter subsiding she bent down and picked up the hose and replacing it in the holder then reached around my shoulder to turn the water back on.

We washed each other and she got a half hearted response from my cock even though I enjoyed her soapy hands, she was ready for more, her nipples getting hard as my hands brushed over them.

We dried and I left her primping her hair to go back to lie down on the bed feeling drained still as the euphoria faded to a dream. Sam came in looking fresh and frisky as she strode across.

I let my head flop down as she climbed on the bed, my eyes still following her as she loomed over me. Her hand took my cock as she lay down and snuggled up.

We lay quietly as she played with my cock, coaxing it to swell but not to stiffen.

"Is the poor thing worn out?" she said waggling it.

"Give it another ten minutes," I said.

"Mm," she said looking up at me. "Shall we sixty nine then?" she suggested.

I smiled inwardly as I replied. "Yes."

She rolled onto me and turned around, her feet slipping down over my shoulders as my hands came up to her hips to guide her as she took up my cock again.

She sucked my helmet as my tongue touched her splayed lips. I felt the purr in her throat as my tongue flicked over them, my hands now massaging her firm ass and thighs.

My cock stiffened a little more as her mouth worked on it, the pleasure and arousal there despite its lack of enthusiasm. I tasted the fresh juices of her arousal, and shifted slightly to start on her clit.

She wriggled as my tongue trailed over it and I began to massage her hood. Within a minute she was beginning to wriggle and thrust. My hands shifted back to her hips as I pushed in to suck on her clit.

She squealed as she arched up, shifting her lips under my tongue. I lapped at her cum, feeling it trickle down my tongue as I licked around the wrinkled entrance.

As her shudders stopped she collapsed back onto me. Her hot gasping breath wafting over my balls. I was happy to lay there while she recovered, her pussy an inch away, its musky aroma filling my nostrils.

She eased herself up and turned herself around to step off and pull back the covers. As she climbed under I swung off to stand.

"Turn the light off for me," she said giving me a sweet smile.

I did as I was bid, walking back over in the dark to climb in with her. She backed up to me and I turned to spoon her, one hand cupping her breast.

I focused drowsily at her as she gave me a kiss and told me she'd see me later. Sometime after I opened my eyes again as my bladder demanded I empty it.

The lounge and kitchen were empty and I put the kettle on and checked the fridge for egg carton in the hope there were enough to make scrambled eggs.

As they neared readiness I popped the bread in the toaster and gave it a final stir as I turned the heat down. Heather walked in holding George in her arms.

"Breakfast?" she asked. "It's nearly eight o clock."

"Ah ha," I said watching for the toast to pop.

"Is the kettle hot?" she asked walking over to the counter.

She was dressed in jeans and an old sweatshirt, her hair pulled and banded at the nape of her neck.

"Yes, I just boiled it for coffee."

"I'm going to warm some food for him." she said opening the cupboard and removing a bowl.

My toast sprang up and my attention turned to the food. I joined her at the breakfast bar.

"Write anything last night?" I asked casually.

"A couple of pages then you came up to bed."

"Noisy were we?"

"I was jealous of her when I heard her shriek the second time."

"I'll tell you how I did it on Monday."

"It would be better if you showed me," she said with a giggle.

"It's a deal," I said grinning at her.

She smiled back at me as she stood and crossed over to the counter. I carried on eating and thought about the groceries I needed on our Saturday shop.

Sam came in as and gave me a smile as she walked to the hallway door.

"Just change my boots," she said. "Put the kettle on for tea," she added turning to Heather.

I finished off my food and walked the plate over to the sink.

"I'll do that," Heather said as she reached over to the stove to take the pan as well.

"No, you feed the baby, I'll make the tea as well."

"Thanks," she said flashing me a smile.

She took the bowl as I opened the dishwasher and put my stuff in. She walked off to the door as I turned to the teapot. I was waiting for it to brew when Sam walked back in.

"Ready for your shopping?" she asked as she walked over.

"Whenever you are," I replied.

"Let me have the tea and we can be off."

"Ah ha," I answered pouring a cup for her.

She walked through to the lounge where Heather was still feeding George.

"There's tea in the pot," I said walking to the couch.

"Thanks," she answered, glancing up.

Sam sat next to me and stretched before sitting back.

"I'll be buying extra tinned today, I'll get the fresh on Sunday next week." She said putting her hand on my thigh.

"I'll shop with you then," I said relaxing back next to her.

"Yeh, that'll be okay."

She stretched forward and picked up her cup and sat back. Heather left before she finished. I stood with her as she finished, walking through behind her.

I loaded my things into my car then helped get the rest in from her car. I had chilled and frozen so after a quick peck goodbye I drove home. I felt a relief as I pulled up at my house.

I'd thought again about Sam and her plans, with the real culprits found she would have access restored quickly enough, undoubtedly Heather would get some in the will but her mother wanted to go wild with the rest.

I decided to make this my last weekend with her and say yes to Heather moving in. I'd talk to her about it Monday, make plans then. Personally my first thoughts were a fait accompli, wait till she was away next weekend and do it then.

I'd have to find some reason to duck Wednesday but a tummy bug or something would cover that. I felt quite cheerful as I sat down with my coffee after packing everything away.

I turned the news on and began to prepare the vapouriser for a toke. I half listened as my imagination pictured her excitement when I told her, dropping it casually to her just before we made love.

I had my 'smoke' and took my coffee over to switch on the computer. My email box had nothing of real interest and I belatedly submitted the final two chapters and had a quick browse of the forums.

I clicked Word up and opened the story. Within a few minutes I was back into the story and covering the scene where she got him to look at her work and give her some advice.

He was going to come around to her flat and read her work there in exchange for dinner. I had him almost preening himself as she added a sexual sub text to the conversation.

I had her teasing him, greeting him made up with perfume and a sexy dress, when I finally broke for food. I was still mulling over the plot as I wandered over to the kitchen and decided lunch would be a pizza.

I worked steadily through the afternoon with my thoughts straying to Heather and Sam as tea time neared. Sam could have one more good night before I finished with her.

My mind was calm and settled as I drove back up, even if Heather was only going to be a six month fling my break with Sam was obviously coming and this way would end all the cheating.

She was not visible in the window when I pulled up in the yard but came to the door with a cup in her hand as I walked over. She gave me a quick kiss.

"Shepherd's pie tonight," she said as we walked into the kitchen.

"Fine by me," I answered.

"The kettles hot if you want coffee."

"No not at the moment."

She walked with me through to the lounge and sat with me on the couch.

"Have you got any more good stories?"

"Would you like a medieval one with wizards and magic?"

"Has it got lots of sex?"

"Yes, I think he makes love to half a dozen girls along the way."

"That'll do then. I've been reading other stories on the site, some of them a just ridiculous."

"I know."

"There are a lot of gay and lesbian stories, what's the most popular genre?"

"Incest, I think then non consent, why?"

"Oh nothing really, I just wondered."

I nodded, wondering if it was only curiosity, not that it really mattered.

"Well, I better get on with tea," she said standing.

I leant over and picked up the remote as she walked off, turning on the news and settling back to wait.

"Heather," I heard her shout seconds before wheeling the trolley in.

I sat up and put the remote on the table as she stopped, standing to collect my plate. She turned the TV over after she sat down and I sat next to her as an old episode of Friends started to play.

Heather came in dressed in white leggings and a t-shirt carrying George against her shoulder, the soft alluring lines of her figure held my eye as she bent to put George down, the tightness of the leggings over her ass making her look quasi-nude.

Heather took the trolley out when she finished while I took care of George in return for her bringing me back a cup of coffee. We then sat and watched the entertainment channel till some film started.

Heather disappeared upstairs to put George to bed and Sam and I got comfortable on the couch and settled in to watch the rest of the film. As I came to the end I pulled my hand from her blouse and nudged her.

"I have to go the toilet," I said.

She leant forward, stretching and yawning. I slipped out and hurried to relieve myself. She had just her panties on when I got to her bedroom and turned to face me as she teased me by easing them slowly down while I began on my shirt buttons.

I had my shirt off when she stepped out of them.

"See you in the shower," she said gaily.

I hurriedly unbuckled my belt and unzipped. I pushed my trousers down and bent to free myself before quickly crossing to join her in the shower, my cock hard and willing tonight.

She was squatting, the shower head between her feet, she had a small hard spray playing over her pussy and the look on her face told me she was enjoying it. She had something else besides my big cock to remember me by now.

I stepped around her and put my knees against her back and stooped down to cup her breasts, my fingers and thumbs clamping onto her nipples.

She leant back against me, my cock sinking into the plastic of her shower cap. As her nipples hardened I stopped rolling them and started to squeezed and pull on them.

She was two finger fucking herself as the jet played over her clit, moaning and grunting as her body pressed back against me. I held her as she shuddered and fell forwards onto her knees screaming in ecstasy.

"Oh god," she said between gasps.

"Oh god," she repeated as she straightened.

My hands went to her shoulders, she twisted to look up and saw my hard cock inches above her.

"Fuck me," she ordered as she turned and stretched forward onto her hands with her ass rising up.

I dropped to my knees and reached down to guide it in. I felt the hot spray was over my head as I stroked her folds, giving me an unexpected but delightful jolt of pleasure.

I felt the tingle of pure pleasure as it squeezed slowly into her tight tunnel. I felt the spray splash over my balls as she groaned, her ass wriggling against my thighs as I felt the hot water splash down them.

I started slowly, giving her a good length as I felt the thrill of it pushing in and out of her tight pussy.

"Faster," she urged.

I sped up and soon had her moaning and swaying as I pounded away. She soon started pushing back, the water spraying along my cock as she thrust against me.

I held her hips tight as she started bucking, her 'Yes' a shout rather than a scream as she slammed into me. I felt the spasms as she stiffened and then shuddered.

I let her slip off as she sagged and rested on her elbows, her forehead on the floor.

"Oh sweet Jesus," she said softly through her ragged breath as she pushed herself up.

I scrambled up behind her my cock starting to droop as it brushed against her ass when she stooped for the shower head. I stepped back as she straightened and turned.

"Let's just go to bed," she said leaning over to rehang it and turn the water off.

I was barely wet as it took me only seconds to dry down my legs. That was nearly all she had to dry as well and I was surprised to see her not stop to tidy her hair first but walk through while she was only half dried.

I tossed my towel in the soiled bin and followed, seeing her climb onto the bed and roll onto her back, legs splayed. My cock stiffened as I climbed on after her and crawled between her legs, the sight of her swollen pussy making me even harder still.

I leaned over her, my hand guiding it in for the second and final time. It slid in smoothly, her tunnel gripping with a silky soft pressure that had my helmet tingling.

There were a few slow strokes as I started and then I sped up. Her feet wrapped around my thighs as she grabbed my forearms, her hips rising up as a soft moan escaped her lips.

I pounded on as she grew more excited, trembles turning to shivers as her hips started to squirm and thrust. Her fingers dug into my arms as her hips surged up and I felt the waves of pleasure squeezing my cock.

I paused as she lay back panting, her fingers still gripping my wrists. As her breathing slowed she opened her eyes and looked down at me. I grinned back at her smiling face and started rocking my hips again.

She was moaning and playing with her nipples and breasts when I felt the first signs of mine, the ball of warmth and pressure along with the stabs of pleasure in my groin had me thrust that little bit harder and faster till I exploded and filled her with my seed.

I collapsed onto my elbows, my breath rattling in my throat and my heart beating fourteen to the dozen. I felt her arm snake down between us as her fingers went for her clit and edged me up a bit.

Her contractions as she came seconds later forced my shrinking cock out. I pushed up and turned to collapse next to her, my legs draped over hers.

I felt her leg shift under mine as she rolled over to face me.

"I'm going to miss you next week," she said as she rubbed a hand on my back.

I turned my face from the pillow to see her smiling at me.

"I'll have to take a waterproof dildo," she said with a little laugh.

I gave her a weak smile, thinking of the irony

"Come on, let get into bed properly," she said rolling away to the edge of the bed.

I rolled to the other side, standing to pull the cover down. She walked over and switched out the light then joined me in bed, snuggling up with her leg looped over mine.

She was up and gone when I woke. The stubble on my chin wasn't a pretty sight in the bathroom mirror as I cleaned my teeth, I would be glad when I got home and had a proper shower with clean clothes to change into.

Breakfast was a bowl of muesli which I took to the lounge to eat while watching the news. Sam came back in while I was in the kitchen rinsing out my bowl.

"Heather can come with me tomorrow," she said. "I'll drop her at yours on the way home if you like."

"Yes that's okay, I won't be going anywhere."

"I'm still wondering what they want."

"It's probably just routine," I answered reassuringly.

"Yeh, I just hope it's good news, it's been dragging on long enough."

"Mm," I said.

"Are you off then?" she asked taking a step closer.

"Ah ha," I affirmed. "I need a shave, my chins like sandpaper."

She chuckled and put her hands to my shoulders as she leant in to kiss me.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I said as she stepped back.

"Yes, I have to see to restocking the chalets," she said turning.

I watched her go before turning to the back door, a little disappointed that I hadn't seen Heather. I drove home feeling slightly sad that it would be my last time but with the excitement of Heather moving in more than countering it.

By the time I got home I had reversed myself on telling Heather on Monday, with the excitement I felt I wondered if she could contain the secret and it might be better to tell her on Friday as I had originally promised.

I went straight for a shower, shave and clean clothes then downstairs for a coffee and catch up on the news while I built a smoke before I started back on the story.

My thoughts were more on the change that was happening in my life than writing. There would no doubt be gossip in the town with me condemned for cradle snatching.

Heather's reputation would take a hit as well but as long as we were together that would be water off a ducks back. If the worse came to the worse then there was no magic elixir in the water to make us stay here.

I had a light lunch and then sat and watched some political talking heads show till it annoyed me with one of the pompous blowhards advocating military intervention to prevent nuclear proliferation.

I went back to writing, choosing to work on my unfinished previous story. It took me a little while rereading to get back into the characters mind-set and the scene.

I wrote on till tea time when I indulged myself in another smoke with my coffee and some infotainment on the discovery channel about some prehistoric underwater settlement in India.

I had seventeen hundred words written by the time I quit. I was pleased with how well it had gone, the story line developing nicely. I put some music on and made myself a rare cup of hot chocolate before taking my bedtime smoke.

My morning run in the sun put me in a good mood and I felt fit and ready to face the world when I took my coffee through to the front room to catch the latest news before starting work.

I sat down at the computer and called up my accounts package. It was strange not having to collect Heather and I wondered what time the interview was, I didn't remember her telling me.

It was getting near lunch time, and I'd balanced the set of accounts I was working on. I was beginning to wonder what was taking them so long when my phone rang.

The unknown number was Heather from the police station.

"It's me," she said.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"I don't know, I'm waiting for mother and when I just asked they said 'It'll be a while yet'. The baby needs his dinner soon or he'll start complaining."

"I'll come and get you," I said already walking to the front door.

I was as puzzled as she was when I arrived, the only reason I could think of was if she was somehow involved but that didn't figure either unless she was somehow connected to the two fraudsters.

She was sitting in the reception bouncing an unhappy George on her lap when I walked in.

"Thank god you're here," she said lifting George to her shoulder as she stood.

"The car's is just down the road," I said, looking around and noticing the officer on duty hadn't even looked up. "You take George and I'll bring your bag and carrier."

"Thanks," she said walking past me.

I collected the tings and caught up with her. I let her ride with a crying George in her lap instead of safely in his carrier and was a more cautious driver on the way home.

I let her in and followed her through to the kitchen. I put the carrier down and started to rummage in her bag for the jar of food.

"Be careful, there are dirty nappies in there," she said taking the kettle.

I peered into the bag and retrieved the jar to set it on the counter in front of her.




Accountant Ch. 05



"I'll take George if you want."

"Oh thanks," she said turning.

I took him from her and sat on one of the stools while she prepared his food.

"So they haven't told you anything."

"No, they just went over my witness statement, they went into my being on Facebook and Twitter all evening and most of the night," she said. "I thought this was going to be about the fraud."

"So did I."

"They also wanted me to describe how I found him," she said with a shudder.

"And they haven't said anything about Sam?"

"Just that they hadn't finished talking to her yet, they told me to wait in reception."

I nodded, thinking.

"Do you think she was involved? She was at a horse show with witnesses," she asked.

"I don't know what to make of it. I'd like to speak to Mike about it but if it's an active case now I doubt he'll be forthcoming."

"I'm confused, I can't make sense of it. How long are they going to keep her?"

"That's something I have no answer to either."

With the food ready she came over and took George back and sat next to me to feed him.

"Will things be alright up at the farm?" I asked. "Can they manage without her?"

"I don't know, I think so."

"Okay, that's something we can sort out soon if she's not released. Do you know who her solicitor is?"

"Yes he's the one on the high street."

"Loosemoores?"

"Yes that's the one."

"I'll give them a ring, see if they know."

I spoke to the receptionist and she put me through to one of the partners. I told him all that I could safely tell him and was pleased when he said he'd have a word with Mike.

Heather was a little bit more settled when I put the percolator on and I sent her through to the front room while I made it. George was happily playing when I followed her through.

She looked up to me expectantly then saw the cups in my hand.

"At the moment," I said. "No news is good news."

She smiled. "Yes, I know, I just wish it was over."

"Amen to that," I said putting her cup in front of her and sitting on the arm of the settee with mine.

She put her arm along my thigh and rested her head against me. I brought my hand to the nape of her neck, my fingers burrowing through to stroke her.

She sighed and turned back to check on George. I sipped my coffee and thought about what to do next. It might be an idea to have a quick bite to eat here and take her on up to the farm and see if things were okay at the riding school.

"Are you hungry? I am. How about we make ourselves something to eat?" I asked.

"I'll make it," she said turning back to me. "I need something to do."

"Okay, the kitchens yours, I'll stay and watch telly with George."

"Thanks," she said, giving me a light kiss on the cheek as she got up.

I slipped down into the seat she vacated and reached for the remote. I sat watching George with half an ear on the news. George was on his way to sleep when she came back with the food.

I raise my finger to my lips as she walked in. She nodded back to me and brought the plates over. She put the plates down and picked the carrier.

"You can leave that until after we've eaten, we can go up to the farm then."

"Oh, okay," she said putting it down again.

I stood and picked up my plate, moving to the armchair to let her sit back next to George. 

"What can we do at the farm?" she asked.

"Anything and nothing, make sure everything's alright with the stables and guests. I don't know."

"As long as you're staying with me."

"Yes of course," I replied. "Now come on eat up."



Accountant Ch. 06



We ate and I took the plates out while she strapped the sleeping George into the carrier. The drive up was silent and I settled her into the lounge before walking over to check up on the stables.

Things were still running smoothly and I left matters in their hands with the assurance that I'd update them if I got news. I walked back relieved that I didn't have to worry about that as well.

I stopped in the kitchen and made a coffee for us. She smiled at me as I walked in.

"Everything's fine with the guests, they can cope for the moment," I said walking over.

"Thanks," she said as she took the mug from me.

I sat next to her and she stood. "Put your leg up behind," she asked.

I brought my leg up and she sat and leaned back into me then leant forward and put the drink down before snuggling back into me. I brought my arm down to hold her while she gave another sigh.

I balanced my mug on the arm and sipped at it while the silence and stillness of the house pressed in. she leant forward and picked up the mug.

"We could go down to the police station and see if they will tell us anything," she suggested after she'd taken a drink.

I was getting very tempted to phone Mike but I didn't want to put him on the spot. However phoning the station saw an option as long as I could get further up the chain than the bored copper manning the desk.

"I'll phone them," I said putting my hand in my pocket to pull it out.

I got through to a CID detective who told me they would release her soon; it was just a matter of checking a few things. Whilst I wasn't satisfied with the answer it was the best I got even if it didn't tell us a lot.

The news was disappointing to the both of us, she snuggled back in and gave me another kiss on the cheek before laying her head on my shoulder.

"So we wait," she said as I brought my arm back around her.

"We can watch TV or something," I suggested.

"I wish we could make love but I'm not in the mood," she said turning her head up to look at me.

"Well that's honest." I said smiling at her.

The thought crossed my mind that she might be inviting me to get her in the mood.

"I just want to forget all this is happening, I want to lay naked in your arms and let you make it all go away."

"I wish it was that easy," I said cuddling her.

She sighed and was quiet. I let time drag until half an hour later Heather's phone rang. She scrambled to get it, excitedly shouting 'It's mum' as she looked at the display.

"Mummy," she answered

I watched as the look of happiness was replaced by a more neutral one. She said little and listened a lot then confirmed that she was home with me before letting her hand slip down.

"She said they lost some of the original statements and she had to make a new one." She said looking to me.

"It happens," I said. "Is she on her way home now?"

"Yes she wondered where I was, if I was with you."

"Well I'll wait till she gets here. Shall I pick you up tomorrow as normal?"

"Uh yes," she said with emphasis as she launched herself at me.

She lay along me and gave me a full on passionate kiss, her tongue darting in to play with mine. With her body pressed against mine I could feel my cock react and stiffen slightly.

She broke off. "Thank you for being here."

"Anything any good Samaritan would do," I said giving her a squeeze.

She grinned at me and pushed herself up. "I'll get some tea on, I'm sure she'll ask. Do you want coffee?"

"No, I'll wait till I get home and have a proper one."

She gave a chuckle. "She gets the gold blend for you."

"Freeze dried is still second best to real coffee," I said, smiling back.

She smiled back and pushed herself up, then turned and headed for the kitchen. I sat and wondered if they'd told Sam about catching the two fraudsters, so far it had been all about the suicide cum murder.

I heard her car pull into the drive and was tempted to pick up the carrier and greet her in the kitchen but let it go and walked just to the door instead.

I returned her hug as she wrapped her arms around me. "It was you who phoned old Loosemoore weren't it. He had me out in fifteen minutes. I thought I was going to be stuck there all day."

"Are they releasing the money?"

"No, they didn't say anything about that."

"What was the new evidence then?"

"I don't know, that Frost fellow wanted to go over Georges suicide first. Did you know he's made Detective Chief Inspector now?"

I saw Heather bring the mug of tea behind her and turned to return to my seat with an unwelcome suspicion forming in my mind.

"Are you sure you won't have a coffee before you go?" Heather asked.

"No thanks, I've still got a set of accounts to finish auditing."

"Well thank you for taking care of things," Sam said taking the tea from Heather.

"No problem," I said watching as she sat.

She gave me a smile and I smiled back then turned to see myself out. It was still a bit early but I would be phoning Mike as soon as office hours were over. 

I drove home looking for other explanations but Occam's razor kept bringing me back to the one I least wanted. By the time I got home I was tempted to phone him then but decided I needed to calm myself down a bit first.

I made my coffee and pulled out my weed and set about calming myself down the best way I knew. I turned the TV on to distract myself bringing up the science channels to pick a 'How it's made' on skis.

I was watching some 'Tom and Jerry' when the deadline of half five came and I gave him a ring.

"Hi, Mike."

"Yes," he answered gruffly.

"An unofficial word if I can. I've just left Heather and Sam and to be honest I'm wondering why you didn't tell Sam about the bank accounts and his exoneration?"

"Well this stays between the two of us right."

"Right."

"I'm still gathering facts, we'll be charging them as soon as we get an official copy of your friend's report, it'll all come out then."

"So your just playing your cards close to your chest, there was no ulterior motive in holding Sam so long?"

"No," he said reassuringly. "I just want all the facts before I challenge our two villains, there's a lot that doesn't add up yet."

"Okay, that's fine. Thanks."

"Not a word, right."

"Yes of course, thanks again."

I turned the phone off relieved that my worse suspicions weren't confirmed but with a niggling doubt about the glibness of his answer. He was right when he said a lot didn't add up yet.

He'd put the problem on hold rather than solved it but it would have to do till things became public with the arrest, though it seemed a bit callous to leave Sam in the dark like this.

Still I had to assume Mike knew what he was doing and wait like any other Joe Public. My tummy reminded me that it needed filling and I heaved myself up and made my way to the kitchen.

It took me an hour or so to finish of the accounts but I was in no mood to write and ended up trawling through the 'New' list to see if I could find any gems.

I had my nightcap and caught the news headlines before retiring, my mind turned over the events of the day before falling into a listless sleep. 

I awoke fresh and followed my usual routine of a run followed by a shower and then breakfast, my excitement building as the time to go and collect Heather and the baby.

My heart was beating a little faster as I pulled into the drive, as I stopped at the front door Heather looked through the window. She opened the door to me before I got there, giving me a quick smile before disappearing.

She was wearing a loose sweatshirt and denim cut offs, her red curls gathered behind her head. 

"Can you carry the bag for me?" she asked, strapping George into the carrier.

"Yeh, sure." I answered walking over to pick it up.

I waited till she picked the carrier up then turned and led the way back to the car. I dropped the bag in the foot-well and took the carrier from her to strap that in.

Her first words when we drove off were. "Do you believe mummy?"

"I had a talk with Mike Frost last night," I answered. "He just said they were just going over the facts and that Jim Becks and Cyril Graham would probably be arrested today."

"Did you ask him about Mummy?"

"Yes and he gave me the impression it was routine, just collating all the facts."

"I've had an awful night, I kept wondering if mummy had anything to do with dad's death."

"That thought had crossed my mind to, that's the reason I phoned. They're waiting for the official version of the report I got them from Tony."

"So we just have to wait still."

"I'm afraid so," I said.

"Oh well, at least mothers not a suspect."

I was happy for her to believe that but talking to her now I was aware that Mike hadn't actually said that and his 'it's just routine' had only given that impression.

She was a little more animated when we got to my house, talking of her story and what she wanted to write next. I carried the bag in and led her through to the front room.

While she was unstrapping George I went and started the coffee. When I got back she was sitting on the floor with George, playing with him. I put the coffee down for her and walked around to the computer.

I heard her plug the laptop in and a minute later the boot jingle played. It was an hour or so later I heard her move. I hit the save on my work and looked around.

The baby was on his hands and knees eyes closed. Heather was getting up to deal with him and I swivelled around to watch. She glanced at me and smiled, then bent long legged to pick him up.

Her svelte legs and tight ass had my cock responding, growing stiffer still when she straightened and gave her hips an exaggerated sway as she moved to put him in the carrier on the table.

I walked around as she strapped him in, standing behind her as she finished. She turned and looping her arms around my neck she stretched up to kiss me.

"Let's go upstairs," she said as she broke the kiss.

Her arms slipped from me as I stepped back.

"After you," I said broadening my smile.

She reached down and took my hand then half turned and picked the carrier up. It felt a little bit childish holding hands but my cock liked the feel of her soft hand in mine.

I unbuttoned my shirt on the way up and had it loose when we stopped for her to put the carrier at the foot of the bed. She rounded the footboard and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Can we just cuddle for a while first?" she asked as she reached cross handed for the hem of her sweatshirt.

"Yes, anything you want," I replied.

She flashed me a grin as she pulled the sweatshirt up. My hands went to my belt and I moved around to sit beside her as I unzipped and pushed my shorts and trousers down.

She unhooked her bra and slipped it down her arms, exciting me with the sight of her fat nipples. She stood up and unbuttoned her shorts, pushing them and her panties down to join the clothes on the floor.

I stood and pulled the covers down and she slipped around to slide under them. She grabbed me as I climbed in, wrapping her arms around my neck and laying the back of her head next to my cheek.

I squeezed my arm under her and lay it across her back.

"I'm glad I've got you," she said softly.

"That proves life's not all bad."

"Being in your arms is all I need."

I brought my free hand up and put it on the side of her head and started softly rubbing, my fingers sinking into her hair.

"Mm," she said appreciatively.

I lay there looking at the ceiling wishing that all this business with the fraud and murder would soon be over, when I noticed Heather's breathing had slowed I realised she had fallen asleep on me.

I brought my arm down and gently took her arm to see if I could ease her off, as I moved it she shifted moving her hips half over mine with her legs falling between mine.

I mentally shrugged and moved my hand back to her head and closed my eyes to see if I could catch a nap too. George woke us with his cries and Heather was out of bed before I'd got the sleep from my eyes.

"His nappy needs changing," she announced looking at me over the footboard.

"Ah ha," I said starting to take the situation in.

"Do you want to get the bag for me and I'll make a start?"

"Okay," I said rolling off the bed.

She was holding him up when I got back and I offered her the open packet of wipes and let her pull one out. I put them next to her and followed up with the cream and talcum powder because it was there.

I put the fresh nappy by the side and then put the bag down to retrieve my shorts and headed for the toilet. She was knelt at the side of the bed playing with him.

The curves of her body the pale creamy colour of her skin held my eyes and stirred the possessive forces in me with the thought that she was mine now and we'd both be sleeping in that bed come Friday.

I walked over and sat next to her. She looked up.

"You look better for that little sleep," I said

"I didn't mean to," she said apologetically.

"It's alright I slept as well, guess we both needed it."

"I'll make it up to you when he has his afternoon nap," she said pushing herself up and stretching for a kiss.

She kissed me briefly, stopping on the edge of it getting passionate.

"Shall we go down," she suggested.

"If you want," I replied.

"I could do with a cuppa," she said standing.

"I'll put the coffee on. Shall I take the bag and things down?"

"Yes if you will," she said stretching over and picking George up.

I caught an involuntary glimpse as her knees pressed into the mattress and sighed as my still expectant cock showed signs of life. I turned and picked the things up.

""Wait," she said turning and sitting on the side of the bed.

I looked over as she put George on the floor and freed her panties from her shorts. She slipped them on and as she drew them up I saw they were a gauzy transparent dark green. 

My cock declared its interest again and I turned and left as she crouched to pick George. I walked through to the front room and dropped the things off with Heather seconds behind me.

When I came back Heather was sat on the floor with George, she'd scattered some toys for him and was teasing him with a fluffy rabbit. I dropped her coffee off and sat on the settee behind her.

She backed up and leant on my legs, her arm coming up to rest her elbow across my knee while her hand stroked my thigh. I lay back as my cock stiffened slightly with her fingers twirling in the short hair there.

I sipped my coffee and rested the cup on the arm. Two weeks ago I couldn't have imagined this happening, not in real life. This was as if I'd written myself into a fantasy, popped through the screen like some latter-day Tron.

I looked down at her. Even if she didn't have a film star face there were a few who would envy her body. Her skin was flawless, she had curves where she was meant to despite having a baby.

Even if I had only a few months with her it would give me a lifetime of memories. I sighed and looked up at the clock, it'd soon be time to think about lunch.

I finished my coffee and reluctantly disturbed the hand still resting on my thigh.

"Do you want to eat yet?"

"What are you offering?" she said suggestively, pushing her hand a little further up my leg.

"Sausage is on the menu later, I've got a couple of veggie burgers for you to nibble on now."

She chuckled. "I'll have to save some room for the sausage juice then."

"You can have second helpings of that," I said smiling back.

She laughed as she moved to let me up. I walked through to the kitchen pleased with the improvement in Heathers mood, the problems seemingly vanished with her light-heartedness.

I dug the burgers out and put them under the grill, sitting on one of the stools while I waited. I put the ketchup and brown sauce on the tray and took it through.

After we'd eaten Heather took the things out whilst I put the TV on for my dose of the news. As usual there was little good news with a report starting on the droughts and the expected short fall in grain harvests.

Heather came back and the sight of her nude body dispelled the gloom. I watched the nipples on her breast jiggle and bounce as she walked over, the thin wisp of material making her pussy mysterious and erotic.

She stopped at the settee and gave me a plaintive puppy dog look. "Come and let me cuddle up to you."

I got up from the armchair and thumbed the remote and tossed it onto the seat then took the step to sit in the corner of the settee. She sat between my legs, pulling my arms around her as she lay back on me.

The feel of her bare skin under my hands and against my chest set my cock off on its quest for fulfilment while I breathed in the perfume of her shampoo and felt content just to hold her.

It was five minutes before Georges wandering took him to close to the door. She got up with a little sigh and brought him back to the middle of his toys.

She snuggled back up and drew my hands by their fingertips to cup her breasts, laying her hands down on top of them. I sensed it was more about comfort than foreplay and just let her hold them there.

It was more like ten minutes before she got up again. "You can work if you want to," she said as she knelt down and stopped him from crawling under the coffee table.

I debated myself for a moment and reluctantly stood to go back to the accounts. I glanced at her as I rounded the end of the settee and hoped that George would have his afternoon nap soon.

It was over an hour later when she'd fed him and changed his nappy again that he settled and she put him in the carrier. I'd turned my chair around to watch and admire the shape and form of her body.

My cock was hard enough to find its way out of the fly and stood sticking out, the foreskin drawn back to expose my shiny helmet. Her eyes flew to it as I walked from behind the settee.

She reached out as I approached and sank to her knees to slip her lips over my helmet and slide her tongue along the underside. My cock hardened in an instant as the wet warmth of her mouth worked its wonders.

I put my hands to her head, sinking my fingers into her hair as the pleasure surged through me. Her hand snaked around my leg and she took a handful of my cheek as she started to bob.

I sighed with the thrill as she kept going, flooding me with pleasure and starting the pressure in my groin growing. Within a minute she had me groaning with my legs starting to tremble.

I groaned a different groan when she let it slip from her mouth and started licking and kissing my helmet. The soft silky touch of her tongue and lips had my hips twitching and me starting to snatch my breath.

She plunged down talking all she could in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, and then started bobbing again. Within seconds my hips started thrusting and the thrill surged through me as my hot seed filled her mouth.

She gulped my second and third lot and I half leant on her head as my legs wobbled as I basked in the warmth of the afterglow and the tingling jolts her tongue was still inflicting as she licked at my eye.

I gently pushed her head back and squatted, one hand on her neck and the other around her back as I pulled us together for a hug. 

"That's the best tasting sausage I've had," she said with a chuckle.

I leant back slightly and we turned to let our lips meet. My thank you was in my kiss but while I wanted to be gentle she let her passion flow as she crushed her lips on mine.

When she broke the kiss she pushed down on my and stood, my eyes followed her up and focused on the nipples on her breasts and then the wisp of green in front of my face.

I put my hand on her hips and stood then slipped my hands around her back and pulled her in for another kiss as the joy of holding her and her being here gave me a shiver of delight.




Accountant Ch. 06



"Let's go to bed," she said softly as broke the kiss.

I dropped my arms as she stepped back. She turned and picked the carrier off the table and then held out her hand. I took it and started for the door.

I let her climb the stairs first so I could admire her body and think about the fun we would be having in a few minutes. She walked in and put the carrier down, bending at the waist to give me a peek at the bulge of her pussy through the diaphanous material.

I pushed my shorts down as I walked past her and sat on the bed. She stopped in front of me and when I straightened up she reached and took my arms.

Her hands slid sown to my wrists as she brought my hands to her hips and the waistband of her panties. I hooked my thumbs in and looked up to her face as I slid them down.

As they reached her knees I let them drop free and she leant in, hands on my shoulders to step out of them. I brought my hands up to cup her breasts and she pushed me onto my back and pulled herself up my body to kneel astride my hips.

She sat and smiled, her hands resting lightly on my chest as I felt her nipples swell and stiffen between my fingers and thumbs. My hands slipped to her sides and I pulled her down then along me, her pubes scraping up to my belly as my mouth sought contact with her nipple.

She sighed as I sucked it in and slid my hands onto her back to lightly stroke my fingertips down her spine. She twisted and brought the other nipple to my mouth, letting me suck and play with that.

She pushed herself up and looked down at me. "Do you want to lick me?"

"Mm," I said, letting my hands slip to her waist.

She stood and took a step forward , her feet either side of my head as she squatted and lowered her pussy onto my waiting lips, my tongue slipping straight into her folds.

I savoured her taste and aroma as my tongue explored the soft silky skin, its tip gliding over the wrinkles and folds in search of stray droplets of her nectar.

I brought my hands to her thighs to steady her as she started to sway and wriggle, her juices flowing freely now. My tongue slipped down to her tunnel, stretching her soft skin as it ran around its rim.

Her moans were more frequent and getting loader as I fluttered my tongue around with it pushed as far in as I could get it. I shifted slightly and brought my tongue to her clit.

My hands slipped around under her thighs to support her as they trembled and I pressed in and sucked on her hard nub. She leant forward and her pubes brushed my nose.

"Oh God," she said between panting breaths and then she screamed in joy.

She was shuddering and jerking as she straightened. Her hands coming back to grip my shoulders, her pussy sliding away as she slipped to sit on my chest. 

She lay back, her body still trembling, her legs unfolding to bridge above my head. I ran my hands softly and slowly up and down the tops of her thighs, my tongue licking the remaining traces of her from my lips as I waited for her to recover.

She twisted over on me, her hand taking my cock. "Have you ever had a 'deepthroat'?"

"No, I've never had that pleasure."

"I want to try," she said, brushing the hair from her face as she half turned to face me, her leg lifting over my head.

"Um, I'm quite big to experiment on."

She giggled. "Let me worry about that."

She turned back to my cock and I felt her suck my head into her warm wet mouth. The feeling was wonderful as her velvety tongue stroked my helmet and my cock stiffened to full size.

She pushed down on it and I felt her lips slide down my shaft. I held my breath as I felt the thrill of her gulp and the pressure of her throat as my helmet squeezed in.

She jerked up with a cough and a bit of spluttering. I was about to ask her if she was okay when her head bent again and I felt my cock slide into her mouth again.

She gulped again and I felt the exquisite pleasure as my head slid fully into her throat before she jerked back again. She turned her head to me, pulling back her hair to look at me.

"This time," she said with a grin.

She took a deep breath and turned to plunge down on it and send a thrill through me as it filled her mouth. She gulped and I shivered and jerked as I felt it slide deep inside her sending an ecstatic thrill tingling through me.

"Oh god," I sighed as she pulled off.

"You like that?" she said turning to look at me.

"Like it," I said straining to look down. "I've never felt anything as wonderful as that before."

"Good," she giggled. "I've found the perfect way to say thank you then."

I let my head drop as she turned back to my cock, nothing else mattered as I felt her lips sliding down my shaft, the pleasure surged through me as my head entered her tight throat and she swallowed it down till her lips nestled in my pubes.

It didn't last much more than a few seconds before she pulled back but the pleasure was as exquisite as ejaculation and left me feeling just as weak. I opened my eyes as she moved and saw her clambering up to kneel astride me and lower herself onto my cock.

Her tight pussy didn't feel as good as her mouth but as she began bouncing and the pleasure began that mattered little. I put my hands on her knees and closed my eyes.

I felt the pleasure build and the ball of pressure forming in my groin. I opened my eyes as her moans reached a crescendo and watched as she had her orgasm and paused the few seconds before starting bouncing again.

She rode my bucking hips as I came, a grinon her face as she leant forward and squeezed my waist with her knees. As I lay there panting she lay on me and threw her arms around my neck.

"That was wonderful, I love you so much."

"Mm." the sound rumbled in my throat as my breathing slowed.

"I feel just so happy here with you, the world outside doesn't matter when I'm in your arms."

I gave her a hug. "You're all that matters to me; if you're happy I'm happy."

"I couldn't be happier," she said bringing her head up to gaze into my eyes.

I leant up and in to kiss her, feeling the joy of my arms around her and her lips on mine. I gave her an extra squeeze as she broke it off and laid her head against mine.

My thoughts led me back to her mother and I wondered if the arrest had been made yet. As if on cue the stillness of our breathing was broken by the faint sound of her phone ringing in her bag downstairs.

I heard her groan and push herself up. "Dam," she said softly under her breath as she rolled off me. I pushed myself up as she ran to the door and then rolled myself to the edge of the bed to pick up my shorts.

I slipped them on and picked her panties up and tucked them into my waistband. I turned and picked the carrier up and followed her down.

I met her coming back up the stairs. "Mum's just texted me," she said turning the display for me to read.

"On the radio. Two people just arrested."

"Well this will get things started," I said looking back up. "There's a radio in the kitchen or we could look it up online."

She turned and walked down in front of me, stopping at the bottom to take the carrier from me and then follow me into the front room. I brought the computer back to life and brought up the browser and clicked on the Google tab.

I typed in their names and added a few other details and hit enter. I had a miss on the names but as I skimmed down the results I saw one with today's date and clicked on that.

The details were scant and only mentioned that two people had been detained and were being brought for questioning. There were details of the crime and suicide at the bottom and I turned to Heather who was leaning on my seat and leaning in to read over my shoulder.

"That looks like stock filler at the end, the important thing is that they've been arrested and are being questioned," I said. "It's alright, thought that will probably be all there is for the time being, just a press release. There may be more when they charge them."

"They've got twenty four hours to do that," she said glumly.

"Well at least things are moving in the right direction." I said more cheerily than I felt.

"I know," she said straightening up. "But I want them to solve his murder as well."

"Patience, I'm sure their working on that as well."

"Oh I know, but it doesn't end the uncertainty."

I knew what she meant but didn't go there. "Come; let's have a cuddle on the settee."

I swivelled the chair around and slipped my arm around her waist. She leant in as I stood and put her arms around me to draw me in for a kiss. I felt her soften in my arms and press against me as I sucked on her tongue and swirled mine around it.

I let her lead the way as we walked around. She stopped and waited for me to sit before sitting in my lap and laying her head on my shoulder. I brought my hand up behind her back and cupped the back of her head, the other I laid on her thigh.

"Mm," she sighed as she snuggled in. "Comfy enough to sleep on."

I chuckled. "You can have till George wakes."

"Then I hope he sleeps for hours," she said with a giggle.

""Mm," I said starting to rub the back of her neck and leaning my head into hers as I closed my eyes.

I let my thoughts wander drifting from how nice it was holding her close to me to the story and the fantasy of us living happily ever after and the wonderful experience of her deep-throating me.

George stirred us after maybe half an hour. She kissed my cheek as she got up and I watched her naked figure walk over and bend to look in the carrier.

"Whass a matter," she said as she started to undo the straps. "Are you hungry or is it nappy change?"

I smiled and stood up to wander back to the computer to rerun the search and see if there were any new stories, if any of the bigger news sources had picked it up.

There was nothing new, it had been picked up by one of the agencies but there were no new details. I minimised the browser window and swivelled the chair around to see what Heather was doing.

She was sat cross legged with George on her lap changing his nappy.

"Would you put the kettle on for his food," she asked giving me a sweet smile.

I smiled back and nodded, getting up and remembering her panties still in my waistband.

"Here," I said dropping them over the back of the settee.

Her smile broadened into a grin. "I'll put them on for you in a minute."

I walked around the settee and headed for the door. She misread my intentions but she would be still just as sexy to look at if she wore them or not that I let it go. 

I put the kettle on and reloaded the percolator to make another cup of coffee. Heather walked in wearing her sweatshirt with George on her hip in one arm and the bag in her other hand.

"Will you take George a moment?" she asked. "While I get his food ready."

I took him from her and went and sat on one of the stools to wait. I sat thinking of the future and her moving in next weekend as I watched her busying herself making his food.

I walked back into the front room with her and passed George back when she sat on the settee. I walked back to the computer while she fed him and did a quick search for our local radio station

There was no half hour bulletin on their schedule and the next news was forty minutes away at four. I closed the tab and span the chair around to see what Heather was doing.

"Do you think I should go home?" she asked, looking up at me with a quizzical look on her face.

"If you want," I said. "Though if Sam learns anything new she'll probably phone again."

"Yes probably, I just want it all over."

"I know, I wish it was all over too."

She sighed and laid back. Her sweat shirt rode up revealing the transparent panties and the bulge of her still plump lips squeezed between her thighs.

Given her state it was more likely inadvertent and all the more delicious for it. She giggled and my eyes flew to her face to find her looking in my eyes.

With slow deliberation she widened her legs, my eyes flicked down to take in the view and then back up to meet her eyes again and see that she was smiling.

I smiled back.

"I love you," she said, closing her legs as she twisted towards me.

I stood and slipped over the back of the settee to land next to her. She stretched an arm out and I moved closer. I put my arm around her as she leant into me.

She sighed as she laid her head on my shoulder, I could feel her nipple pressing through her sweatshirt against my bare skin.

"Mm," she murmured snuggling under my arm.

I lay my head back and distracted myself thinking about my old story and plotting a few what happened next scenario while keeping an eye on the clock.

She got up twice to rescue Gorge and bring him back to his toys, the second time I got up and grabbed the remote to turn the TV on and settled back to search through the radio channels.

"What are you doing?"

"What radio station does your Mother listen too?

"The local one, BBC Midshires I think. Why?"

"See what they say on the radio, the news is on in ten minutes."

She snuggled back up to me as I selected it and then hit the mute button. The news, when it came, gave us a new slant. It said that two men had been brought from London for questioning in regards to the fraud.

Though I was a little disappointed, it was something new but it was an unimportant piece of the jigsaw and did nothing to answer the key questions.

I clicked it off and put my hand to her waist and slipped my hand under her shirt to her warm tummy. She dropped her arm to mine and gave my hand a squeeze as she covered it.

"I guess we'll just have to wait," she said resignedly.

"Aye," I said sympathetically.

We sat quiet for a while, just her head stirring as she kept an eye on George. My mind wandered back to my story as I sifted through some of my earlier thoughts.

It was fifteen minutes till George's wanderings prompted her to get up again. I stood and bent to pick my clothes up. Dropping them on the seat I turned to the door.

"Toilet a minute," I said as I walked past her kneeling and picking George up.

"Okay," she said not looking up.

She was sat in the middle, George sat right back and suckling on a bottle of squash or something. She looked up at me as I crossed back to her and gave me a smile.

"I'll get us ready in a minute," she said.

"No hurry," I said sitting next to her.

"I wish I could stay here tonight," she said wistfully.

"Friday," I said looking at her and smiling.

She leant over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before glancing back to George. I turned to my clothes and flicked my trousers out to slip my feet in. I stood to buckle and zip and then donned my shirt and sat to button it.

Half an hour later I was driving her home. Sam greeted me as usual and Heather asked her if she had any more news. I rested the bag a moment and then carried on through as Sam shook her head.

I set the bag down and gave her a smile. "See you tomorrow."

"I'll be waiting," she said smiling back at me.

I turned and walked back to the kitchen and over to Sam

"Have you thought of phoning Frost and asking him, I know I would," I said.

"No, I've phoned Jack at Loosemoores, asked him if he can find out what's happening."

"Well I think they owe you some sort of explanation."

"It's good that things are moving again, were those two George's accomplices?"

"I don't know, the thought never occurred to me."

"Well as long as they unfreeze the accounts I don't care."

"Your solicitor should be able to sort that out as soon as they're charged. If it's all straightforward it shouldn't take long."

"And then I can get away or for a couple of weeks of sun, sea and tropical nights. Where shall we go first, Barbados or the Philippines?"

"Where ever you want," I replied.

Her phone rang and she turned to get her bag.

"I'm off then, I'll see you tomorrow, we can talk of it then," I said, glad of the interruption and using it to make my escape.

She looked up and gave me a nod as she searched her bag. I left with a feeling of relief, there was too much happening and my decision to finish with her in favour of her daughter was like sitting on a time bomb waiting for it to go off.

I drove home hoping that the police would get a move on and that we'd have a clearer picture in the morning and some certainty in the current chaotic situation for Heathers sake.

I set about making my tea and was sat in front of the TV by the time the local news came on. There was a brief mention and a picture of the local police station in the couple of seconds it took to report on it.

I fired the computer up after I'd tidied and washed up but couldn't really concentrate. I ended up listening to some oldies on the radio and surfing the net aimlessly until it was time to bring out my weed for my nightcap.

My phone rang as I got back from my jog and I stopped half way through making my coffee and rushed upstairs to retrieve it from the bedside table.

I saw two previous missed calls from Heather as I answered.

"Heather, what's the matter?" I asked sitting down on the bed.

"It's mother, the police came and arrested her half hour ago."

"Arrested?"

"I don't know, there were two policemen who took her of to Featherington, I've been trying to phone the solicitors but they're not open yet."

"Okay, give me five minutes to change and I'll be up there," I said looking around to my wardrobe.

"Thanks," she said. "Please hurry up."

I stripped my tracksuit and hurriedly dressed and rushed out to the car. On the drive up I had time to think, Sam's arrest was both a surprise in its timing and a development I had feared.

Up to now I'd been giving her the benefit of the doubt but now I had to reconcile the fact that the woman I'd been sleeping with was possibly a murderess or somehow complicit in the murder.

Heather was at the door in her nightdress with George in her arms and I rushed over to her, holding her close as she pressed herself against me, her hand clutching at my back as she started to sob.

"Come on let's get inside," I said easing her away slightly.

"This can't be real," she said as I guided her past her mother's office door.

"It's all going to be okay," I said trying to calm her.

She continued softly sobbing as I steered her into the lounge. I sat her down and took George from her as I sat next to her. With George on my lap I put my arm around her.

She turned and threw her arms around my neck and buried her head under my chin, her sobs getting louder as I felt the wetness of her tears.

"It's alright let it out," I said softly rubbing her back.

I didn't know what else to say, her tragedy was far beyond my understanding. Having your mother kill your father and only find out for sure after two years was enough to knock anyone off their feet.

Her crying softened as I felt George wriggling on my lap, she moved back, one of her arms dropping to hold him as well.

She turned her head to look down at him then up at me.

"How could she do it?" she asked plaintively. "How could she ruin everything by killing dad."

"That's something only she can answer," I said. "I'm not being nosy but were they getting on?"

"Alright, they had a few rows and one time they weren't speaking but they went out to parties and things and had a good time," she said still giving the occasional sniff.

"Go and get dressed, I'll mind George," I said taking my arm from her back.

"Come with me," she pleaded looking me in the eye.

"Okay, I was going to ask if you'd fed George."

"Half fed him; I was in the middle of doing it when I heard them on their radios and then knocking downstairs," she said standing.

She bent to take George from me.

"Go on, I'll bring him," I said lifting him to my shoulder.

She gave me a brief flicker of a smile and straightened and waited till I stood to take my hand. She gave it a squeeze and then led me upstairs to her room. 




Accountant Ch. 06



While I stood and watched she pulled her nightgown up and gave me the thrill of seeing her near nude body, a pair of white cotton panties in place of the green ones she'd worn yesterday.

She dressed quickly in jeans and a crisp white blouse then spent a few minutes getting the tangles from her hair.

"Right," I said as she stood and turned to me. "Let's see if there's anyone manning the phones in the solicitors yet and I think George needs changing."

She gave me a real smile and walked across, arms outstretched to take him. I passed him over and fished in my pocket as she walked over to the bed to change him.

The phone rang and I waited until I went to answering machine.

"Did you leave them a message?" I called out to her.

"Yes, the first time but it might have been a bit garbled."

"That's okay," I said listening to the answerphone message.

I was hoping there was an emergency number to call but was out of luck on that and hung up when the beep went. I waited till she'd finished changing him and packed some stuff away in the bag.

She gave me the bag to carry and held my hand as she took me through to the top of the stairs.

"What do we do now?" she asked as we started down.

"See if the police will tell us anything."

"Your friend Mike?"

"No, I imagine he's quite busy at the moment. It may be better to go in person."

"I don't want to sit around down there."

"I'll go if you want."

"No!" she said tightening her grip on my hand. "I want you here with me.

"Well I guess I'll have to phone them then."

We got to the bottom and she led me through to the kitchen.

"Do you want coffee? I'm going to warm some more food for George."

"Do you want me to hold him?"

"Thanks," she said turning to let me take him.

I walked over to a stool.

"Coffe, yes?" she asked again as she took the kettle to the sink.

"Yes please," I said nodding.

As she filled it my thoughts turned to what would happen next, Heather could move in with me today, I didn't think she'd want to stay here if there was the slightest chance of her mother making bail.

There was also the riding school, should I cancel future bookings? How about the guests who were here now, could her people manage till the weekend? I needed to find the headman and talk to him.

"Here's your coffee," she said breaking into my thoughts.

"Do you want to move in with me?"

"Yes," she said, her smile brightening. "You know I do."

"Today, now."

"Yes," she said excitedly, spilling the coffee on the floor and nearly dropping the mug.

I took the coffee from her as she stepped in and threw her arms around me. 

"Mind George," I said defensively putting my arm between us to guard him from her exuberance and excitement.

"Just when I need it you make me happy again," she said leaning back. "I'm going to love you forever."

"Well let's get George fed and start packing," I said adding mentally 'In case your mother makes bail soon.'

She lent in and gave me a quick kiss then turned and walked back over to the counter. I rang the station while she was feeding George and got the run around that she was helping with inquiries.

I texted Mike and asked him to ring me if he had a moment to spare and left it at that. Heather was still in a state of excitement as we packed the first load of her things.

She was touching me and holding me all the way through the three trips with George falling asleep on the last. There was a few things left but I was starving.

When we'd shifted the last of the load indoors I turned to her as we were walking out again.

"Heather," I said. "Let's take a break, I'm famished. I haven't had breakfast yet."

"You should have said," she said stopping.

"I'm okay, we've got most of it done now so we can relax a bit," I said walking on to get George from the car.

She slipped her arms around my waist as I bent in to unstrap the carrier, holding on till I straightened.

"I'll take him," she said as I turned.

I held it out for her and then followed on after locking the car. She walked through to the kitchen and put the carrier down.

"Can I help?" she asked as I walked to the cupboard for the muesli.

"You can start the coffee; there are fresh grounds in the percolator from when you rang me. Do you want anything to eat?"

"No, I'm still too excited to eat, I just want to hug you and hold you forever," she said slipping her arms around my waist as I reached for the packet.

"Later," I said as she pressed against me. "We've got things to do yet and you've got all night to hold me."

"That's a promise," she said slowly withdrawing her arms.

I turned and held her shoulders. "That's a promise, we've got a bedroom to reorganise and a cot to reassemble, and that's just here."

I leant in and gave her a quick kiss then turned her. "Coffee please."

While she busied herself with the coffee I served myself and started eating, I was glad she was happy and wanted to last. When news of this broke we were going to get a lot of attention from the red banner dailies.

The other thing on my mind was what to do about the stables, would she have given her solicitor instructions. These were questions to be answered before the days end.

She sat next to me, putting my coffee down next to my bowl.

"Shall I make a start with my clothes?"

"No, we can take ten minutes for a sit down first while George is asleep and then collect the last bits and pieces before we start here."

"Ten minutes to cuddle you that sounds nicer."

"Come on then," I said picking up my coffee and standing.

I picked up the carrier and she put her arm around my waist as we walked out. She waited for me to sit after I'd put the carrier down and then sat on my lap as I balanced my coffee on the arm.

She lay back into my shoulder and sighed. "I'll never forgive her, no matter what reason she's got."

"We should turn the radio on, see if there's anything on the news yet," I said. "Can you see the remote?"

"Yes," she said leaning back up. "It's over on the arm chair."

I took a hurried sip of my coffee as she got up and retrieved it, she sat back next to me and handed it over. I turned it on and tapped in the numbers it was playing some oldies ballad and I put the remote down.

She snuggled into my side, unbuttoning the bottom of my shirt to slip her hand inside. I draped my arm over her back and held her firm while I waited for the news to come on.

There was mention of the arrests on the fraud charge but nothing on Sam. I stabbed at the off button with mild annoyance; it had been a long shot anyway.

I gave Heather another five minutes and then patted her on the back.

"Let's get that last load," I said as she stirred.

"Mm," she replied, leaning forward.

I belted the still sleeping George into the backseat and we set off for what I hoped would be my last journey there for a while. I let her off and walked around to check with the stables.

I claimed ignorance about the reason she had been detained but apparently the solicitor had talked to them and they were going to keep it running and bring in a temporary manager.

They were going to have to have access to the house for Sam's office and the computer. I promised to let Heather know and told them she would be staying with me in my spare room for the time being.

She was upstairs, there was a stack ready to go and I walked up to see if there was anything else needing to come down. She was sitting on the bed packing the last of George's toys when I walked in.

George was awake and sounded happy enough as I walked across and sat next to her.

"All done?" I asked.

"Yes," she nodded. "This is the last."

"I've talked to the stable guy and he says they're appointing a temporary manager, they're going to use Sam's office"

"That's up to her, I want no part of anything to do with her."

"Okay," I said shrugging my shoulders.

"Come on," she said wearily. "Let's get this down and get out of here."

"Alright," I said standing.

She carried George and I carried the toys as we made our way down. We packed the car and were off without looking back. She linked her arm through mine as we drove home as I wondered where life's path would lead us.

I set up George's cot first while she started sorting out her clothes, we both kept an eye on George who was sat happily playing. I didn't take long to make the place liveable and I left her to sort out her bits and pieces while I went down to make coffee.

She joined me in the kitchen a few minutes later with George and a handful of his toys.

"Coffee ready yet?" she asked.

"No, it'll be a minute or two."

"I'll take George through to the front room then," she said.

"Okay, I'll bring yours in when I come."

"Thanks," she said turning and walking out.

I finished making the coffee and walked through. She was lying along the settee, leaning over the edge of the cushion to watch George.

"Coffee," I said walking over to her.

"Mm," she replied.

I put hers on the floor in front of her.

"Thanks."

She lifted her legs for me to sit down then lowered them across my thighs when I sat. I laid one arm over her calves and took a sip of my drink. I wondered what life was going to be like with Heather here full time.

I was glad she was here for more than just the sex, as a writer she would understand my lifestyle. I was beginning to dare to think that this might last longer than the couple o f months I'd first given it.

I looked at George, it was going to be strange bringing up another child, it would come as a big surprise to my mum and dad to learn they had a new grandchild.

I glance at the clock, it was half two. I was a little surprised that we'd got it all done in so short a time, yesterday at this time I was telling her to wait till Friday and now it was a done deal and we would be sleeping together tonight.

"A penny for them," she said breaking into my thoughts.

"I was thinking of tonight, us in bed together," I said candidly.

"We can have an early night," she said half turning on the cushion to look at me over her shoulder.

"We could go out for a meal to celebrate, how would you like that?"

"No, I'll cook us something later, I want you to myself tonight."

I ran my hand up and down her leg.

"Tonight and all the tomorrows," I said reflectively patting her thigh.

She slipped her feet of and rolled laying her head in my lap and looking up at me.

"I love you, I love what you've done for me, how you treat me, how you make love to me. I want all those tomorrows with you. It's just me, you and George from now on."

Her earnestness showed in her voice and I knew she believed it. I brought my hand to brush her hair back from her face and touched my fingers along her cheek.

I wanted to tell her that I was more than half in love with her but my head held me back. Flashing up a memory of the bitterness and acrimony of the divorce from my last wife.

I nodded understanding.

She laid her hand over mine and took it to kiss my fingers one by one.

"Wait till George is asleep," she said sucking on my thumb. "I want to try my special thanks again."

My cock woke and twitched at the thought. She giggled and gave a quick lick across my palm then put it on her breast. I gave it a quick squeeze and moved it up to cup her chin.

"Wait," I said softly, letting my fingers stroke her cheek.

"My panties are getting wet," she said. "I need to take them off."

I gave a chuckle. "Check on George."

She turned and followed my eyes, George was curled up and looked asleep.

"Oh you," she said rising and swinging her legs out.



Accountant Ch. 07



She walked over and gently picked him up. "Come on," she said laying him on her shoulder and holding out her hand to me.

I took it and followed as she walked me to the stairs. I let her climb first and trailed her into the bedroom. I undid my shirt as she laid him in his cot.

She walked across to me unbuttoning her blouse and smiling. I smiled back and dropped my shirt then started on my trousers to free the growing bulge inside them.

I sat down and she walked in front of me tossing her blouse over my head. I dropped it to the side and bent to free my feet. She draped her bra over my neck. I straightened to see her unbuttoning her fly.

She wiggled her hips as she pushed them down to reveal the darker damp patch between her legs. She turned and sat next to me and then lay back to hold her legs in the air.

I helped pull her jeans off with my cock straining as my eyes feasted on the bulge of her pussy through the now semi transparent cotton. She sat back up as I let the jeans fall to the floor.

"Shall we get in?" she asked standing.

I stood as well and she pulled the covers back then wriggled out of her panties and leapt in. I followed for her to seize my cock as I slid over to her. She moved around and I felt her hair stroke over me and her soft lips slip over my head.

She bobbed on it a few times, taking it deep into her mouth and sending a thrill through me. She took just the head in the first time she tried, the on the second she bobbed my head in her throat three times before pulling back.

The pleasure ripped through me and I groaned. Then she pushed down and gulped again as this time she took the whole length. I tensed my muscles as the pleasure washed through me, feeling another surge as she backed off.

I felt the soft lap of her tongue on my head next and felt her moving. I opened my eyes and saw her turning and then lifting her knee to stretch it across me.

I took her thigh and guided her till her pussy was above my waiting tongue. I brought my other hand up and pressed her down as I felt her lips take my helmet again.

I licked up her slit and spread her lips out then lapped over them as the taste of her flooded my tongue. Holding her soft flesh and pleasuring her while she licked and sucked my cock was a pleasure in itself that filled me with joy, there was no more I could wish for.

I was still playing with her lips and tunnel when I felt the first signs with my legs twitching. Within seconds my hips were twisting and jerking as the ball of pressure built.

My head fell back as I groaned with the first eruption. Her lips tightened on my head as she gulped and gulped again as my hips thrust up with my second then she slipped down my shaft as the shiver of my third unfroze me.

I basked in the glow as my breath rasped in my throat and my heart was beating over time. I groaned again at the sensation of her slowly letting it slip from her mouth and then felt her circle to lay on me.

I could feel her breasts drag up my heaving chest as she leant over and gave me a quick kiss. She lay her head next to mine and put her hand at the back of my neck.

I put my arms around her and held her tight.

"Mm, she sighed. "Shall we just cuddle for a while."

If she was content I was happy with that, holding her, my hands on her bare skin and her warm flesh pressed to mine was enough to keep me content too.

It was five minutes or more till she stirred, raising her head up to look at me.

"Are you ready for more?" she asked before leaning in to kiss me.

Her tongue snaked into my mouth as she pressed her lips to mine and slipped her other hand to the back of my head to hold it firmly. I played with her tongue, circling it with mine as she gave a low moan in her throat.

When she broke the kiss she pulled herself up me and guided a nipple into my mouth. It was already hard as I sucked it in and began flicking my tongue tip over it.

She gave a little moan, her knees slipping down my sides. I shifted my hands to her ribs and moved her over as my lips sough her other nipple. She brought her hands back to my head and pushed me against her breast.

I opened my mouth and sucked on her areole as well, my tongue circling her nipple. She gave another soft moan and I felt her knees squeeze me slightly.

I held her firmly and rolled with her till I was on top. I slipped my hands from her ribs and up onto her breasts, my forefingers and thumbs taking her nipples.

I looked down at her trusting face smiling up at me. I squeezed and tugged at her nipples and her face screwed up with pleasure and another small moan escaped her lips.

Her legs folded around my back, pulling me tight and trapping me. as my hands played with her breasts I bent my head and kissed between them then started to lick up into the hollow of her neck and up her throat.

As I reached her chin she snapped her head forward and planted her lips on mine. Her hands pressed on my head as her lips rolled on mine, her tongue darting in and out my mouth.

My cock was stirring and I rose up and wiggled my ass to loosen her legs. As they slipped I moved my knees out to kneel across her while keeping my lips on her.

I broke the kiss and moved my mouth to her nipple. My free hand trailed down over her stomach. I felt her suck it in as my fingers brushed over her navel and travelled down into her pubes.

Her legs opened wider as my middle finger slipped down into her slit and my two other fingers skimmed her hairy outer lips. 

She shivered as I slid over her hood and then felt the wetness of her folds. I let my finger circle as I brought my focus back to her breasts and the nipple in my mouth and the other between my finger and thumb.

Her hand came up and took my thickening cock, pulling and squeezing it as she gave another moan. I let her play while I debated with myself whether to go for another sixty nine or to fuck her.

Fucking her won out and I felt her hand slip from my cock as I manoeuvred myself back between her legs while I kept stroking her pussy. 

She arched her hips up as I stroked my helmet in her warm wet folds. She pushed her hand down and grabbed around my hand and pushed my helmet into her tunnel.

I let go as her hand gripped mine and gently pushed it in, feeling the tightness as my shaft slid into its warm velvety grip. I savoured the feel of it sunk deep inside her before I began to rock my hips.

I started slow with long strokes and then sped up as she gave out her first low moan. I looked up at her face as she gripped my forearms, her eyes closed and her hair fanned across the pillow and an expression of pure joy framed in the centre of it.

I kept on and had her starting to wriggle and groan before long but it wasn't till her grip on my wrists tightened that I knew she was nearing her orgasm.

Her head was rolling from side to side and her hands were pulling and squeezing her breasts when she exploded with a scream and thrust her hips up into me.

I sank down feeling the waves of pleasure sweep though her and my cock buried deep in her spasming tunnel. I leant forward on my elbows over her panting body and bent my head to kiss her between her breasts and then lent my forehead down.

She wrapped her hands around my head and just held me tight as her heart slowed and her breathing softened. My cock wilted slightly before she stirred and I pushed myself up and grinned at her smiling face as I started slowly rocking my hips again.

As it firmed up I went faster and started her little gasps and moans as she began wriggling under me. It felt so special looking down and seeing Heather writhing with pleasure and feeling the pleasure build in me as that ball of pressure began to build in my groin.

She came just before I did and we both lay in each other's arms still entangled in the ecstasy of the moment. I felt it soften and plop out; she crossed a sigh with a groan and gave me a squeeze.

I lifted myself off her and knelt between her legs. She lifted herself on her elbows and smiled up at me.

"I'm so glad we're together now." She said softly.

"I'm glad as well, I can't believe everything that's happened but you being here now is all that matters."

"Come here and let's cuddle," she said lying flat and holding her arms out.

I slipped a knee over her leg and lay sideways next to her, letting her slip her arm under me as she rolled to face me. She bent in and gave me a fleeting kiss then laid her head on my arm.

She looped a leg over mine and pulled it through between hers. I moved it up into her crotch then slipped my hand up to entangle my fingers in her hair.

My thoughts wandered to what might be happening to Sam and whether she'd been charged. I was hoping there wouldn't be much press attention until the trial, but I'd bet we'd have one or two reporters tracking us down.

I looked down when I felt her breathing slow and looked at her dozing in my arms, my feeling of happiness swelling as I felt the urge to kiss and hug her.

I lay there with her in my arms imagining a future for us, both of us sitting and writing with days out for George as he grew older.

My phone's text message warning went off and my contentment with holding a sleeping Heather left me promising myself to look when we got up even though I was left wondering who it was.

When she finally stirred it was to smile at me and pull me closer for a languorous kiss with a couple of quick ones around my mouth to follow.

"I need to get up," she said as she leant back.

I released her and she rolled to the edge of the bed. I rolled after her and searched my pockets for my phone. I turned it on and touched the icon.

It was a message from Mike, asking me to meet him tonight at an out of the way bar on the Langston road on other side of Featherington. At last the mystery would be solved I hoped and I started after Heather in the bathroom to tell her the news.

I gave a quick knock on the door before opening it. She looked up half startled and then smiled at me.

"Mikes just sent me a text to meet him," I announced.

She sat upright. "Did he say anything about mum?"

"No," I replied as she turned and wrapped a few sheets of the toilet paper around her hand. "Just a when and where to meet him."

She dried herself and stood. "My phone hasn't gone."

"Huh?" I said puzzled as she flushed.

"If they'd released her she would have phoned me straight away."

There was a flaw in the logic but there'd been enough time since the text message to make it likely.

"It's the best part of an hour's drive, I'll need to leave about six to get there."

"I want to go," she said firmly.

"I think I'd better go on my own, he may be a bit more candid man to man."

"That's not fair." She said frowning.

"Until the feminists change it it's the way life is. But that's straying into politics. I'll tell you everything."

"I know you will, but I might have questions of my own."

"They're probably the same questions I want answered. Trust me, I want to know the full story as well."

"I trust you," she said walking over to me. "But I'm old enough to handle things better now."

She slipped her arms around me and laid her head on my chest. "Could we go back to bed till George wakes."

I gave a chuckle. "Sounds good to me."

She chuckled back and turned, keeping one arm around her waist and her arm around mine. We walked back to the bedroom and I very romantically released her to ge 

t a towel to lie over the wet spot.

We got on and she backed herself into my arms, pulling my hand over to rest under her breasts. I bent my legs to hers and she snuggled back and relaxed.

"Do you think she's confessed?" she asked.

"Well if they had overwhelming evidence they would have arrested her at the time. But then I can't see her crumbling under questioning."

"Could they have new evidence?"

"I don't know. It's been two years. What's left to find?"

"Clues they overlooked."

"That's possible but Mike will tell all to me in a couple of hours. We can speculate all we like till we know the facts."

"I was just wondering, I want to know why she did it," she said with a tinge of emotion in her voice.

"We'll find out soon enough," I said giving her a squeeze.

She laid her arm along mine and held my fingers. "Let's rest now."

"Shall I pull the cover up?"

"No, just hold me."

I bent and kissed her on the shoulder then gave her another soft squeeze. She interlaced her fingers with mine and folded her hand. I slid my other hand under her and laid it on her tummy and closed my eyes.

We lay there till my bladder forced me up. She was sorting through her clothes when I got back.

"Let's go down and cuddle on the couch, we can put George in the carrier." She pulled out the lace dress she wore the other day. "Shall I wear this?"

"Yes, I liked that," I said smiling at her.

I had Mike to see and put all my clothes on while heather looked on. When I was ready she walked to the cot and carefully picked George up then followed me downstairs.

I sat down in the corner of the settee and watched as she laid him in the carrier and cautiously strapped him in. she turned to the bag and brought out a clan nappy and the wipes and things.

"He needs one now," she explained. "I've got it ready for when he wakes.

I nodded as she walked across. She slipped into my lap and flung her arm under mine and slipped her hand under my back and laid her head on my shoulder.

"I'll have to buy nappies and food for him soon."

"I can get them while I'm out, there's a supermarket on the way."

"You could drop me there and I can shop for a few things I need," she said turning her head up to look at me.

"Got any money?" 

"I've got my card, my allowance goes into that."

"Okay then but you'll cause a stir dressed like that."

"They can look all they want, only you can touch me."

I smiled at her. "Does that include your ticklish spots as well," I asked as I let my fingers lightly scrabble over her ribs.

"Stop it," she said laughing as she wriggled.

I moved my hand back and let my thumb stroke over the rise of her breast. "Is it better here?"

She lay back against me and brought her hand up to shift mine to fully cup her breast. "It's better here."

I gave it a squeeze and felt the hardness of her nipple in my palm. She giggled and moved her hand to my chin and turned my face to hers as she stretched up for a kiss.

It started tender and loving but then her tongue darted out as she became more passionate. George woke up and began to cry. She turned quickly and slid off me to attend to him.

I watched the lace pimple her ass as she bent over and unstrapped him and then knelt to lay him on the floor. He quietened as she got the dirty nappy of and was happy and giggling as she stood with him.

"Will you mind him while I make his food?" she asked.

I nodded and stretched out my arms.

"Let him have a wander around on the floor," she said bending and putting him by my feet. "Just keep an eye on him."

I pulled my legs up and leant forward on the arm as she smiled at me then turned and walked to the door. My thoughts turned to Sam and whatever motive she had.

I hadn't known them then but I'd heard a few stories with nothing bad in them. He was a successful investment banker and she was in with the horsey set but I could think of nothing I'd been told lead me to a reason.

Heather came back in with the George's food. She set it down on the table and went and picked him up. She sat in one of the armchairs and sat him on her lap.

I reached over and picked up the remote, putting the news on and settled back to watch. It was a world news segment and my attention turned back to Heather.

I looked at her pretty face and the tumble of red curls, she glanced up at me.

"A penny for them," she said.

I smiled at her. "I was just thinking how attractive you were, how lucky I am that you picked me."

She gave a chuckle. "How lucky I am to have found you, you mean. I couldn't have wished for a nicer man than you."

"We make an unlikely pair, there's going to be a few tongues set wagging."

"Let them, I have you and that's all that matters to me," she said glancing up from George.

Her words were reassuring I smiled at her and she grinned back at me.

"I've been called a few name, a few more won't hurt me," she said. "We can put them all on ignore, we don't need them."

That was true, the outside stopped at the front door and we were neither social animals.

"No that's true, I don't really know that many people around here anymore."

She turned her attention back to George and my eyes turned back to the weather forecast on the TV. When the news started I turned it off, my mind was too full of the events to sit down and write and the news wasn't the news I wanted.

I sat back and looked over at her, sitting there calmly. My mind was still reeling from the events of the day and the questions that I hoped Mike would answer.

"Do you want me to make dinner?" she asked looking up at me.

"I haven't got much in, there's some steaks in the freezer oh, and a lobster. There's sausage, egg and bacon...."

"I'm sure I'll find something," she said standing with George in her arms.

She walked back to his toys and put him down. "Keep an eye on him will you."

"Yeh, sure," I said leaning forward.

She turned back and picked up his bowl and walked out. I watched her walk out then turned my attention back to George as he waved a furry bunny in the air.

She came back with bacon, eggs and chips for the pair of us.

"You need to do some food shopping as well," she said as she walked over.

"You can do it later if you want when you get yours. I'll get some money out for you."

"Okay, anything special you like?" she asked as she passed me my plate

"Na, choose things you like. We'll do a proper shop at the weekend."

"Ah ha," she replied as she took her first mouthful.

We ate in silence as George played happily on the floor, my mind drifting to my meeting with Mike. When I'd finished I sat and waited for her to finish and then stood to take the plates out and make coffee.

She was sat in the corner of the settee with her legs out over the cushions.

"I'll have this then get changed," she said taking the cup from me and drawing her legs up to make room for me. I sat and balance my cup on the arm and then looked around at her.

She had two hands on the cup as she rested it on her knees but between her splayed calves her pussy peeked out at me. My eyes flicked back up to her face and the smile on her lips.

She lifted the cup from her knees and opened them revealing her pubes and the top of her slit.

"Would you like me to shave? Maybe a landing strip?" she asked surprising me.

I looked back at her face. "No, unless you want to, they're nice to run your fingers through."

She gave a little laugh. "You don't think it's an odd colour?"

"No."

She pulled the hem up then fluffed it up with her fingers. "The Girls at school thought it was funny, I wanted to shave it off then but that would have been even more weird."

"Well orange is unusual but it comes with your red hair."

The moment seemed surreal, her sitting there like that and us talking about hair colouring, my cock was nearly hard enough to tent my pants while she sat unabashedly playing with her pubes.

She move her hand back to her cup and took a sip, I turned away and tried to quell my hard on, leaning down elbows on my knees as I sipped my coffee.

I sat back again once my cock had softened a bit and took a few peeks before she finished and swung her legs around.

"I'm going to get changed," she said standing. "I won't be a mo."

She pulled the dress up and off as she walked away, letting me admire her nude body before she walked out the door. She came back five minutes later dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.




Accountant Ch. 07



She sat and played with George until it was time to go. I drew out a hundred and gave her the four twenties. I shut down her protests that it was too much by telling her she could give me back the change.

After watching her safely inside I drove on to my unofficial meeting with Mike.

"Has she confessed?" I asked him as he joined me five minutes late with a pint in his hand.

"Yes, she had to when I showed her the evidence."

"Why did she do it?"

"He was leaving her, wanted a divorce. It was a crime of passion she claims. She poisoned his curried beef and rice then left him to eat it when he got home. She went off to her do and chose a drunk to take to bed , nipped back home to tidy up and then was back in bed with him when they woke in the morning."

"Okay," I said as he paused to take a drink.

"I could have solved it back then but when the fraud hit a blank wall I was taken off to investigate another case and no one bothered collating all the evidence."

He took another drink.

"Seeing as you were the one who cracked the case consider this the favour returned," he said. "And this conversation never took place."

"Ah ha, well thanks for putting us out of our misery and if you find any more financial black holes," I said with a smile.

He drank down more of his beer and put the glass on the table.

"Look, I've got to go, thanks again this has put a feather in my cap," he said standing and holding out his hand.

I stood and shook his hand then sat as he turned and walked away.

It was all that simple, a crime of passion indeed. A fit of rage and revenge more like it. A plea of 'diminished responsibility' wouldn't be a winner here.

I wondered what Heather would make of the news on the drive to collect her. She was waiting by the pickup bay and I pulled in alongside her. She looked at me expectantly as I turned off the engine.

"Well?" she asked as I got out.

"He was leaving her," I said bluntly. "He wanted a divorce."

She looked bewildered.

"She killed him for that!" She exclaimed loudly after a second or two.

I rushed around as her face crumpled and creased. She threw herself at me and held me tight as she burst into tears. I held her sobbing on my shoulder, conscious of the looks from the people walking past.

"Come on," I said softly to her, "Let's get you in the car."

I opened the door and guided her down into the seat, kneeling on the doorframe to keep her pressed to me. It took three or four more minutes for her tears to subside.

I said nothing knowing there were no right words to use only platitudes that rang hollow at times like these.

"How could she, how could she," she said plaintively.

That was a question I had no answer for. The trite reply would be because she could, but that was not the answer to give now.

"Well she's confessed so there's a quick end to it," I said easing my arms from around her.

I didn't want to leave her but there was George and a trolley full of shopping to get loaded. I left the door open and saw to George first then put the shopping in the boot.

She clung to my arm with her head on my shoulder on the drive home. She still seemed a bit unfocused as I got George and his carrier out and I carried it in with her following holding my hand.

I sat her in the front room and hurriedly brought the groceries in and dumped them in the kitchen. She had George out of the carrier and was sitting with him in her lap.

She gave me a weak smile as I walked over and sat next to her. She leant against me and I slipped my arm around her shoulders, giving her a little hug.

She put a hand to my thigh and rubbed up and down. "I'm glad you're with me, I couldn't have faced it on my own."

"No," I said giving her another squeeze

"Move over," she said looking up. "I want to lie in your lap."

I shuffled up to the arm and she twisted around and put her head in my lap and her feet up on the arm. She adjusted George on her lap then looked up at me.

I smiled down at her.

"I'm glad it's all over," she said.

"So am I," I replied moving my hand to clear the hair from the sides of her face.

I glanced down to George who looked like he was falling asleep on her tummy. She followed my eyes and looked down.

"He'll be fast asleep soon, time to ourselves," she said softly.

"I know," I said looking back at her and stroking her cheek with the back of my hand.

"Can we go to bed as well? I want to make love and fall asleep in your arms," she said bringing her hand up to hold mine.

"Yes if you like but I need a shower first."

"Can I wash you?" she said with a giggle.

I laughed. "Do I get to wash you as well?"

"Mm, twice if you want."

I gave her hand a squeeze. "Shall we go now?"

She glanced down at George. "Yes, he'll be alright in his cot now."

She drew her hand from mine and carefully sat up and swung her legs around. I stood with her and let her walk ahead, my cock already thickening in anticipation.

I undid my shirt as we walked into the bedroom. I followed her over and sat at the bottom of the bed where I could watch as she tucked George under the cover.

She turned and took the hem of her t-shirt and lifted it up and off, her hair spilling out over her shoulders as she shook her head. She had on a pale brown bra with a shine to it that looked sexy and expensive and gave her skin an alabaster look in contrast.

As she unbuttoned her jeans I stood and stared to unbuckle mine, letting them fall and then pushing my shorts down before I sat down again.

She walked around and slid her jeans down to reveal matching panties then slipped them down as well as she sat next to me. She giggled as we both bent to free our feet then ran her hand up my leg as she straightened.

Her hand moved up my thigh and over my balls to grasp my throbbing shaft. Her cool hand sent a thrill through me and made my cock twitch in her grip.

She gave it a tug. "Come on."

"Aren't you taking your bra off first?" I asked as I stood.

"Oh," she said releasing me and turning to give me her back. "Can you undo it for me."

I unhooked it and she shrugged it forward and let it slide off as she turned to me. She reached up and put her arms around my neck, pulling me down into a kiss.

I wrapped my arms around her and as our bodies moved together my hard cock slid up her tummy. She pressed in against it and took my lower lip in her teeth as she broke the kiss.

As she released me I lowered my forehead to touch hers.

"Shall we continue this in the shower?" I asked softly.

"Mm," she replied, withdrawing her hands and stepping back.

I let my hands fall and she reached out and took one to lead me to the bathroom. She slid the door and stepped in, pulling me in behind her.

"Do you want a shower cap?" I asked before reaching for the tap.

"No, I want to be clean all over, wash away all traces of my old life."

"Ah, okay," I acknowledged as I reached and turned the water on. 

She turned to let the water wet her all over while I reached for the bottle of gel. I turned her back to me and urged her out of the spray before starting on her shoulders.

"Mm," she said. "A bit harder and that would be a nice massage."

I let my fingers press a little bit firmer as I came down to her shoulder blades and she leant forward with her hands on the wall. I washed under her arms and then down to the small of her back.

I squatted to pick the gel back up and felt my hard cock on my belly. I squeezed more gel and knelt forward to start on the on the globes of her ass. She pushed against my hands and widened her legs slightly.

She had a wrinkled dark pink rosebud and an inch below, tempting me to lean forward and lick at it, were her pink petaled lips. I used my thumbs to rub down her crack and linger a second on her rosebud and then skirted around her pussy to start on the back of her thighs.

I worked my way down the sides and backs of her legs and then stood with the gel.

"Your turn to do my back," I said putting a hand to her hip.

She straightened and turned to swap places with me, taking the gel from my hand as she pushed me closer to the wall. She started at my shoulders and soon worked her way down to my ass.

She used a single finger to do my crack and let it slp further till her hand was washing my balls as well. She gave me a minute and then moved on to wash my legs as well.

She handed me back the gel as I turned.

"Now would be a good time to wash your hair if you want," I said. "I've got shampoo but no conditioner I'm afraid."

"I've got some but it's down in the shopping," she confessed.

I gave a chuckle. "Is it worth getting it?"

"No," she replied reaching for the bottle.

I shifted aside as she moved under the jets to thoroughly soak her hair. She stepped to me and handed me the bottle as she bent her head forwards and put her hands on my waist.

On the principle that more was better with all her hair I poured some onto the crown of her head and put the bottle aside then began working it in.

As I worked up the foam one of her hands slipped down between my legs and I felt her fingers curl over my balls and her thumb circle the root of my shaft.

Her gentle massage had my cock throbbing in seconds; I sighed and quietly enjoyed it as I prolonged washing her hair to keep her doing it while I pretended.

I lifted my hands as she brought her head up. She backed off and stood directly under as she rinsed her hair parted it with her fingers. When she was satisfied she picked up the gel and stepped back to me.

I reached out expecting to wash her next but she tilted the bottle and poured some into the palm of her hand. She put the gel down as reached up to spread the soap across my collar bones.

She tweaked and played with my nipples while gazing into my eyes and kept them there as her hands circled down over my ribs and onto my abdomen.

My cock was straining in anticipation when she glanced down and dropped into a squat to pick up the gel again. She began washing my thigh, the knuckles brushing against my balls as she did between my legs and worked her way down to my ankle.

She took more gel and did the other leg and then put both hands on my knees and slid them up till they encircled my cock. She leant forward and captured my head in her mouth.

I jerked with the pleasure of it, her soft wet warm lips sliding smoothly down as it filled her mouth. Her hands shifted to my hips she pressed forward and I felt her gulp.

My head slid into her throat and I felt the pleasure surge through me. She let it slip out and then drew a breath and pushed in again to take it all down this time.

I put my hands on her head to steady myself as the thrill raced through me and set my legs trembling. The same thrill was there when it slid back out.

She looked up and I crouched down, sliding my hands to the sides of her head and pulling her to me to kiss her. She looped her arms around me and stroked her hands over my back and neck as the moment stretched out and the pleasure of the kiss consumed us.

I broke the kiss and moved my hands to her cheeks. Her eyes were sparkling as she fixed them on mine.

"I love you," she said.

She leant in, slipping through my fingers, and gave me a quick kiss. I looked around and picked up the gel then looked back at her as I stood. She gave me a grin and stood with me, her hands slipping to my chest.

I squeezed some in my palm and dropped the bottle. Looking at her I brought my hands together and spread the gel before reaching for her shoulders.

I worked my way down and then circled her breast before bringing my palms over her nipples.

"These need a good clean if you want me to lick them and suck them," I said teasingly.

She giggled back and put her hands along my arms. I pressed my hands in gently and rolled her breasts. She smiled and closed her eyes. I eased off the pressure as I felt them harden and let my soapy palms brush over them.

She pushed and her nipples rolled on my palms making her moan and tighten her grip on my arms. I slipped my hands down and took them in my fingers and thumbs.

They were hard and slippery, as I squeezed they slipped out. I smiled as she moaned again, and continued on for a few seconds more before moving on down onto her ribs.

"Mm," she sighed, as she opened her eyes.

"I think this bit is going to need extra soap," I said as I reached her pubes.

I squatted and then knelt before her. I reached for the bottle and then looked up to see her beaming down on me. I squeezed some on my fingers and put the bottle down.

I looked up at her as my fingers slipped between her legs. Her hands went to my shoulders as she widened them. I massaged the gel in with just the tips of my fingers spiralling back and for. 

My hand flattened and I flexed my fingers to gently stroke back and fore. Her moan was a little louder and I felt a slight tremor as her fingers strengthen their hold on my shoulders.

I pressed my middle finger down into her folds and she bent her knees further making my fingertip slip into her tunnel. Her hips pushed forward and I let my finger slide into the warm silky hole.

She gasped as I started finger fucking her, her hands tightening again. I slipped a second finger in and brought my other hand around to let my split fingers start stroking over her clit.

"Oh," her cry lasting till she ran out of breath to power it.

My fingers curled inside her as I began to search for a G spot, her little gasp and jerk told me I'd found it. I circled my fingertips on the little patch while the tips of my other fingers were teasing her slippery nub.

She shivered and her hips started jerking and thrusting as I carried on rubbing, her actions got more uncontrolled and then she shuddered and fell forward on me as her knees gave.

My hands flew up to steady her as her cry of 'Yes...' filled the cubicle. She lay panting in my arms, her heart beating against me I held her till long after she'd recovered, feeling her joy radiating into me.

She leant back and then pulled me in to give me a brief fierce kiss before hugging me.

"That was Awesome," she whispered in my ear. 

"You read about these things and then they happen to you and their twice as good as you imagined," she continued softly.

"Mm," I said feeling my cock pressing against her pubes as her words drifted past.

She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed herself up, her lather covered pubes loomed in front of me as she tugged on my shoulders to pull me up as well.

I took her waist as she half turned and took the showerhead from its holder and brought it down to wash the suds away. I took it from her and directed onto her pubes.

"Open your legs," I asked spraying it over her pubes.

She spread her legs slightly and I swivelled the control to intensify the jet and dropped my hand to direct the stream up onto her pussy.

"Oh!" she exclaimed jerking and grabbing my arm.

I tilted the spray back and fore as she gave a little shriek of pleasure then stooped to lower my hand further as she bent her knees to widen her legs.

My thumb pushed the lever further as I narrowed the jet and aimed it at her clit. She squealed with delight and slid her hand down my arm to take it.

I straightened and slipped around behind her to hold her sides while she played the spray over her pussy. I knelt down between her legs and urged her down.

As she lowered herself I grabbed my cock and the hand on her hip to steady her as I guided my head into her tunnel. With a groan she eagerly pushed down and sat there for a few seconds spraying my balls as well as her pussy.

My hands went to her hips and gave her a push up to encourage her. She put a hand on my knee and began to bounce on my lap. I slid my hands up and around to cup her jiggling breasts and took her nipples.

I gently rolled and tugged at them as she enthusiastically fucked me, splashing the warm water everywhere as she thudded into my lap. I knelt there feeling the pleasure grow from her pounding, that ball of tightness growing in my groin.

I felt the tremor of her first shudder run through her as her smooth rhythm collapsed into jerks. Her groan lengthened and turned into a scream as she pushed down on me and came, her tunnel clenching my cock.

I held her as she flopped back against me as the discarded shower head sprayed water aimlessly in the air. As her breathing slowed she laid her head back on my chin.

"Oh God, that was better than a vibrator," she said contentedly.

My hands slipped down to her hips and I bent my head to kiss her shoulder. She arched her back and brushed her head against mine, her hand dipping down to brush over my balls.

"Oh you feel so big inside me," she said giving them a squeeze.

"You're so snug and tight," I replied giving her a squeeze

"Shall we finish what we started?" she said as she rose slightly.

Before I could say yes she was fucking me again with both hands on my knees. The pleasure flooded through me as she pounded with exuberance, her waist sliding in my hands as I lightly held her.

I didn't last long, within the minute the ball had grown and I felt the dam burst. My hands seized her waist and I held her down as my seed gushed into her.

She brought her hand up to cup my balls as I jerked again and again to add to the seed I delivered. I slipped my hands around her and held her tight against me my hot breath searing her neck as I gasped for fresh air.

She put her hands over mine and pressed them in then swayed side to side slightly and snuggled back into me. I held her until my softened shaft plopped out.

She opened my arms and then stood to retrieve the shower head to spray on her pubes and give herself a quick clean. She turned the spray on me as I stood and stepped over to wash my flaccid cock as well.

She turned the water off and walked out tucking all her hair behind her head. I followed and walked over to realise that there was only one big towel.

"Throw me one," she asked as she walked over to the mirror.

I threw her the big one and unhooked my bathrobe and slipped that on before grabbing a small towel to dry my hair. She walked back over next to me and took the remaining towel and bent, flicking her hair over.

She spread the towel across her shoulders and stood, flicking her hair back over. I hung my towel and watched as she wrapped and tightened the towel around her hair as she drew it over her shoulder.

She looked up at me and smiled then reached for my hand to lead me into the bedroom. She walked us to the edge of the bed and let go of my hand to unwrap the towel and let it fall to the floor.

"Where's your brush?" I asked as she sat. "I'll do your hair."

"In that top draw over there, my hair dryers in there as well."

I walked over and opened the drawer and brought them out. "Any attachments?"

"No, not this time."

I walked back and tossed the comb and brush on the bed and knelt down to plug it in behind the bedside cupboard. There was a strange bag there and I pulled it out to get the plug in.

I turned to put the hair dryer on the bed and she was leaning across to face me.

"That's my collection," she said grinning at me.

I guessed she meant the bag and looked down to pick it up. She took it from my hand and opened it to tip on the bed.

"I don't really need them now," she said looking up at me.

I looked down at the assorted dildoes and vibrators, seeing some odd shapes and sizes.

"What's this?" I asked picking up a slender aluminium one with a smaller extra one growing from its side.

"A double vibrator for my nub as well."

"Which is your favourite? I asked putting it back down.

"This one," she said reaching for a curved one that looked like the handle of a flintlock pistol.

"A G spot one," I said guessing.




Accountant Ch. 07



"And my nub," she said smiling at the thought.

"I can test that later," I said smiling, reaching to take it from her hand.

She smiled back at me and started to gather the others up and put them away. I put it down and stood then climbed on the bed behind her. She leant back and I pulled the towel from her hair and picked up the wide toothed comb to start to ease the tangles out.

She sat patiently while I worked and within fifteen twenty minutes it was done.

"That alright?" I said as I leant back.

She shook her hair out and ran her fingers though it as I dropped the things over the side of the bed.

"Yes, that feels fine," she said leaning back slightly.

My hand went to her shoulders, my fingers kneading her flesh.

"Mm," she said bringing her hands behind to lay them on my thighs.

I slipped my hands down to cup her breasts and gently rubbed my palms over her nipples. Within seconds they were firm and rolling under my hands as she laid further back against me.

She turned, drawing her legs from between mine and turned to stretch up and kiss me. I slipped my arms around her and tipped us sideways. She rolled me back and scrambled on top of me to continue the kiss.

She broke it and laid her head on my shoulder, looking at me. I could feel my cock thickening under her leg and she felt it too, her hand slipping down to pull it up as her leg lifted.

It surged in her hand as soon as she grasped it, making her giggle as her hand slipped up to grip my helmet. I sighed with the pleasure of her touch, feeling a shiver of anticipation run through me.

Her leg slipped across mine as she opened then and pushed herself up to look at me.

"Can I?" she asked

"Yes," I answered without really knowing whatever it was she was asking for.

She straightened up and raised her hips to guide me in and then sighed as she eased herself slowly down. I felt the glorious burst of pleasure as her tight tunnel swallowed my up.

She paused a second as her eyes closed and a broad smile spread across her face. She began to rock with long deep strokes and then as the lines of tension grew in her face she got faster and shorter turning up the pleasure for me.

I lay back, a sigh escaping my lips as she slapped against me. I watched as her breasts bounced and her hair flicked around over her shoulders and half hid her face.

I felt her twitch as the first shiver ran through her and her knees squeezed slightly. Her mouth fell open as the expression on her face turned to joy and she shuddered to a halt with her grunts turning to a scream of 'Yes....'

I felt her tunnel grip me as the waves of pleasure washed through her then, with a groan, she collapsed softly onto my waiting hands and I pulled her to me. 

She turned her head in and I felt her breath wafting over my cheek as she panted. I brought my hand up and brushed the hair from her face. Her eyes were on mine when I looked back with her lips curled in a broad smile.

"Oh, I'm just so glad for everything," she said lazily. "I think we were fated for each other."

"On the same page?" I said teasing her.

"Yes," she said chuckling. "A story with a happy ever after ending."

She pushed herself up and my softened cock slipped out of her.

"Oh," she said, disappointment colouring her voice.

She squirmed around, dropping off the side of me and turned to grasp my slippery cock. It surged back up as she gave it a tentative stroke and then I felt her hair brush tantalisingly across my abdomen as she leant over and took my head in her mouth.

My head fell back as her mouth engulfed it. The pleasure washed over me as she began to bob and a small throaty groan escaped my lips. I stretched out and closed my eyes to enjoy her ministrations.

My mind was focused on the pleasure. The touch of her hand on my thigh, her hair brushing across me and the soft feel of her tongue and mouth on my helmet.

I felt the knot in my groin swell and my hips tremble, my movements spurring her to redouble her effort as her hand shifted to cup my balls and give them a soft squeeze.

I grunted as my hips jerked and my hot seed flooded her mouth. Her grip tightened as she gulped and gulped again as the second spurt filled her mouth again.

I lay back, my chest heaving and my senses reeling. I could feel the jolts as she sucked and licked at the eye to scoop up the last vestiges of my cum.

I felt her move and then she was cuddling into my side, her arm across my chest and her knee across my groin as she lay on my shoulder. I felt ready to sleep and turned my head to her.

"Shall we get under the covers," I asked quietly.

She gave me a squeeze, "Mm," she sighed.

She rolled backwards, her hand trailing across me and then sat up. I sat up and swung my legs around to slide off the bed. She followed me off and went to the cot to peek in at George while I walked to the bathroom and switched the light out there.

She had the covers back and was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me. I shut the door with my foot and reached up to flick the light switch, walking over to her in the dark.

She stood up and I walked into her outstretched arms. She pulled me tight as I wrapped my arms around her then she sat and giggled as she rolled us onto the bed.

I brought her around as I pulled the covers over us. She turned her back to me and snuggled against me. I rolled to spoon her and let her pull my hand onto her breast and then softly rubbing her fingers on the back if it

I gave it a squeeze and bent to kiss her shoulder.

"We're going to be so happy, you've made my dreams come true." She said softly turning her head to me.

"And you'd be my wish from a genie," I whispered in her ear then stuck my tongue out and licked her earlobe.

She giggled and brought her hand up to touch my cheek. "Shall we sleep now?"

"I'm ready," I said lying back on the pillow.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be a virgin for you but you're getting one first. The one and only man I'm going to sleep with," she said before straightening her head and lying it down.

I nearly spoke my thoughts that virginity was for your first love but thankfully kept them 'behind the hedge of my teeth' as the Greeks would say.

I leant forward again and gave her shoulder another kiss. "That makes you the last woman I'll sleep with, talking of which aren't we supposed to be doing that now."

I gave her another kiss. "See you in the morning," I said softly in her ear and lay back.

"I can't wait," she said with a giggle.

I gave her one last squeeze and lay quietly enjoying the thrill of having her in my arms till sleep took me.

The end.