4 comments/ 28554 views/ 6 favorites Those Days of...Ch. 01-05 By: TonyDowse The following material is sexually explicit erotica. If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file. Chapter 1 An Accidental Introduction I was lucky, unlike those who have to face the hassle of the commuter rush, I lived close enough to where I worked to be able to walk, so when the weather was fine I had a very pleasant start and finish to the day. Like most of us I'm a creature of habit and left home at around the same time most mornings, so got used to seeing people who were also making a similar journey every day. Over time I developed a nodding acquaintance with some of these people, two of who were in fact rather attractive women. One a little younger than myself, who I usually saw soon after leaving home, the other much younger, not yet twenty I imagined, who I normally passed in a small park, towards the end of my walk. The older of the two looked as though she was somebody's secretary and from the limited variety of outfits she wore I imagined she was living on a fairly tight budget. But she was always perfectly groomed, choosing clothes that flattered her still trim figure, and what was undoubtedly her very best feature, her legs. Being an inveterate leg-man I formed that opinion the very first day I noticed her, and had it well and truly confirmed one, still memorable day, some time after we had finally begun to actually say 'good morning' as we passed each other. It was a bit breezy that morning and as I was about to cross a road I saw her approaching from the other side, then, in the moment she stepped off the kerb, there was a sudden gust of wind. The skirt she was wearing that day had some sort of fly-away panel at the front and as the wind caught and lifted it high, I had a spectacular view of her legs, virtually the full length of them! Beautiful, and, as I found when I recalled the moment during that and many other days, very arousing! The other, younger woman didn't have quite such spectacular legs, but she certainly had everything else, and, it would seem from the type of clothes she wore, she enjoyed flaunting it! Her breasts were what one would have to call 'mouth-watering'. Large, firm, with a youthful bounce that never failed to stir me as I watched her walking towards me. As the sight of her swaying hips and bottom was just as tempting, there had been many mornings when I had tried to decide which view of her was the more enjoyable, the front or the back. Though I suppose I would have described myself as 'a reasonably happily married man' I still enjoyed my personal fantasies, and each of these women had, on many separate occasions, played an exciting role in some of those. On the day in question I had taken a day off from work to attend to some personal legal matters but to avoid the crush that develops in the city later had still left home at my usual time. To be perfectly honest, as I was wearing a new outfit that I was particularly pleased with, I was looking forward to seeing 'my ladies' reactions to seeing me in something other than my usual suit. But of course things rarely turn out the way we expect, and when I hadn't seen the first by the time I entered the park I had managed to convince myself that was the day I wouldn't see either of them. Then, when I had almost reached the far side of the park, I saw them both, hurrying towards me, together! As they came closer I could see that the younger one was talking excitedly to the other and, something about both her actions and the other's responses made it seem that she was talking about me, and when, as they drew closer and I saw them both grinning in my direction, I felt sure I had been right. Then suddenly, when they were just a few paces away, the younger one tripped and began to fall headlong. The split-seconds seemed to be frozen into slow motion, I saw her stumble, her ankle twist awkwardly and then, as she began to fall forwards, a button burst from her already low-buttoned blouse, and I saw one, delightfully firm breast pop right out. I darted forward, my arms outstretched to break her fall and as I caught her, one hand, that must have unconsciously followed my line of sight, was filled with the warm fullness of her flesh. Having steadied her I snatched it away and although my attempt had saved her from more cuts and scrapes, the damage to her ankle had already been done. She'd shrieked at the sudden pain and then as we tried to move her as gently as possible to a nearby seat she began to cry. But even through her tears, when she saw where my eyes had remained fixed as she attempted to cover herself, she still managed to give me a weak but decidedly cheeky grin. Embarrassed at being caught-out like that I looked down, and saw that her ankle was already swollen and seemed to be getting worse by the minute. 'I don't think she should stand on that.' I said to the other woman. 'With that much swelling already, if something isn't broken it's certainly very badly sprained. I think we should get a cab and get her to St. John's.' Which was the nearest hospital, and only a hundred yards or so from where I lived. 'I'm sure you're right. It really doesn't look good darling.' she added, speaking to the younger woman. Then, turning back to me again. 'Would you mind very much helping me to get her to the street, we can get a cab there.' 'Of course not. I wouldn't dream of leaving you to manage alone. I'll come with you.' I quickly overcame her initial objections to that and took the opportunity to introduce myself, and when she did likewise I was flabbergasted to discover they were in fact mother and daughter! Of course it was a totally inappropriate time for such thoughts, but I still couldn't help recalling some of the separate fantasies I'd had of each of them, nor momentarily thinking just how much more exciting they could have been if I had even guessed at their relationship. Chapter 2 Two Admirers! The daughter, Barbara was obviously still in a great deal of pain and her mother, Helen and I had to form a sort of 'fireman's chair' to carry her to the nearest road. But I admit that I felt that my efforts were more than rewarded by having the pleasure of the intimate feel of various parts of Barbara's body. And, as her torn blouse was pulled further to one side by the way we held her and the lush swell of her young breasts was almost level with my eyes, the constant 'eyeful' I also had! A short cab ride took us to the Emergency section of the hospital and by then Barbara's face had become very pale and drawn from the pain and shock, but luckily the place was not too busy and the nurses began to attend to her very quickly. Then, just as Barbara was being prepared for having X-rays taken, there was a sudden scream of sirens, two ambulances raced into the drive-way and in a matter of minutes some, obviously quite badly injured people were being wheeled into the area. Nurses and staff appeared from all sides and equipment and screens were hurriedly placed alongside and around the bleeding and groaning people and one of the senior nurses hurried over to us and spoke to Helen. 'I'm afraid it will now be a while before we can finish attending to your daughter, we need to take the X-rays to check if it's just a bad sprain or if there is something broken too, and at the moment we need to attend to these other people first, I do hope you understand. 'Of course sister.' Helen said. 'How is Barbara now and how long do you think it will be?' 'Oh, she's fine now. We've given her some pain-killer so she's much more comfortable. As to time, it's a bit hard to tell but I wouldn't think less than two hours, perhaps a bit more. It all depends on how well we go with these other people. There are several that are quite badly injured from a car crash. So, if you'll excuse me now, I must be off' she said as she started to hurry away, then turning to add. 'There's a coffee machine in the waiting area, or you could just come back in a couple of hours, it certainly won't be less than that.' I didn't wait for Helen to answer. 'We'll do that I think sister - come back in a couple of hours I mean.' I said. 'Please tell Barbara that her mother will take care of any phone calls and that we'll be back for her well before lunch time.' Then I took Helen's arm and said to her as I steered her towards the exit. 'You don't want to be hanging around here for two or three hours, perhaps longer. I'm sure you need to phone your office as well as Barbara's. My place is just up the road, we can have some proper coffee, not that machine stuff, and you can phone in comfort.' Discovering that I lived nearby naturally came as a surprise. 'You live near here?' 'Yes Helen, no more than a few minutes walk. As I said, we'll be far more comfortable there than here, and it's not as if you could do anything for Barbara if you stayed, they'll be too busy looking after those other poor people.' She was silent for a few moments and I saw a faint flush spreading over her cheeks, but finally she said. 'You're right of course Roger, there's nothing I can do here, but, what about your work, your wife, you can't just not go to work, and I can't just barge in on your home.' I couldn't help a slight chuckle as I answered. 'As to my wife, she's a career lady and she left for work long ago, so what we do won't interfere with her at all. So far as my work is concerned, I was having a day off today anyway, I just need to cancel an appointment, it was nothing too important.' She looked up at me and a smile lit up her previously worried face as she responded. 'Oh, so that's why you're in such a nice outfit! That's what Barbara was going on about, just before she tripped, about how different you looked today.' It was my turn to be surprised! I tried not to let on just how pleased I was to know that they had been talking about me like that, but grinned back at her as I answered. 'So, you are saying that in a way her accident was all my fault anyway. If so it's only fair that I help. Anyway, my time is yours, for the rest of the day if necessary.' 'A lady might take that as an invitation.' she replied in such a soft voice that I'm sure the comment was really not meant to be heard, but added in a normal tone. 'It's very kind of you, and yes I will accept your offer, at least of the use of the phone and a coffee John.' During the few minutes that it took us to walk to my place I found out that Helen was indeed a secretary, to the general manager of a transport company, who luckily was interstate for a few days, so she anticipated no real problems in being away from work. I also learned that she and Barbara had lived together since the death of Helen's husband a couple of years earlier. And that Barbara worked for a small clothing manufacturing house and had hopes of becoming a fashion designer. Although where they worked were actually not far from each other, because Barbara studied most nights and was slow to get up in the mornings she and Helen found it easier on their nerves if they staggered their preparation and departure times. Which accounted for the reason why I had never previously seen them together. When we reached my place I took her straight through to the kitchen, suggesting that she make her calls from there, while I got the coffee ready, and I admit I had an ulterior motive in suggesting that. To use the kitchen phone Helen would have to sit at the breakfast-bar, on a stool, and in that position I hoped to have the chance to snatch a few glimpses of her marvellous legs, that I had until then, only seen from a distance. But I certainly hadn't planned or even in my wildest dreams hoped for the eventual outcome of what I had thought of as a harmless bit of 'perving'! The call to her office took longer than we expected, her boss had already rung, wanting some specific information and Helen got involved in trying to tell another person in the office where it was and how to get exactly what her boss needed. I kept a keen watch as she concentrated on what she was trying to explain and saw that as she moved around on the bar-stool, just as I had hoped, her skirt rode up, exposing just a little more of her legs the longer the call continued. I almost forgot about the coffee in my rising excitement, then, as luck would have it, I happened to be staring hard when she finally finished the call. As she put down the phone she span around on the stool and slid forwards off it, and I had a truly spectacular view as her skirt skidded up behind her and exposed most her legs, including a brief flash of stocking-tops and the whiteness of her thighs above! 'Excuse me.' she said, blushing as she realised that I was staring at her and hurriedly pulled her skirt down again. 'Don't apologise Helen, I'm certainly not going to, for looking I mean. I've always thought your legs were superb, even without having had such a wonderful view of them before. But I have to admit that it's even more exciting knowing that you wear stockings, not panty-hose, that's a real turn-on!' She blushed even harder as she replied. 'I don't always wear stockings, just when I feel a bit, a bit, well, you know... I guess that today was one of those days, I really don't know why.' As she spoke her eyes rose, to look directly into mine, and I hoped that what I thought I read there wasn't just wishful thinking on my part. Then she turned away again, saying. 'I must ring Barbara's work too.' While she made that call I finished fixing the coffee and poured two cups, putting one down in front of her just as she finished the second call. So I was standing immediately behind her when I suddenly became overpoweringly aware of her closeness and of the scent of her perfume. She paused, her hand still resting on the receiver, and it was as though some sort of charge or current passed between us. Time seemed to stand still and I don't honestly know how long I hesitated, but then, taking my courage in both hands and resting them lightly on her shoulders, I leaned forwards and gently kissed the side of her neck. As I breathed in the scent of her hair and the even more heady smell of her body I whispered. 'Circumstances, fate, call it whatever you like, have brought us together Helen, perhaps for just an hour or two, who knows. But I must tell you that from the first day I saw you walking towards me I have always thought you incredibly attractive. And I have dreamed and fantasised about you many, many times.' I paused and kissed her again before adding. 'And if what I think is anywhere near right, I think you might be just a little bit attracted to me too.' I felt her turn and when she looked up into my eyes I saw there the same message I had seen earlier but which I had been unsure about. 'You're right of course John. I do find you attractive, very attractive. In fact,' she added with a grin. 'We both do!' For the first time I saw her eyes truly sparkle and the effect was breathtaking. But my brain was trying to fix itself on what she had said, not on the effect her brilliant eyes were having on me. 'Both of you?' 'Yes, Barbara too! In fact she was the one that first started talking about this great looking, older man that she often saw on her way to work. That he always seemed so pleasant, cheerful, smiling, saying 'hello' to her, nothing 'heavy', she said, just a 'nice person'. Then she started to describe you physically, and as I visualised what she was telling me it became obvious that it had to be the same man that I had also, secretly, taking a liking to. I didn't say anything of course, but I was curious to see if he made some sort of a move on her, I mean she is a far more sexually attractive woman than I am.' She stifled my attempted protestations with her fingertips pressed against my lips, but, as she continued, I realised that she hadn't attempted to stop me from holding her. 'But he didn't, and the fact that he didn't further increased my interest in him. So I then tried ways of discretely attracting his attention, hoping, a bit wistfully, that he might make a move on me instead. I even bought a rather 'showy' skirt, with a panel that tended to fly up whenever I moved, hoping a quick glimpse of what I've always considered my best assets might start something. But all to no avail, the only result was that I felt I had made a bit of a fool of myself' She again stopped my protestations as she continued. 'No, let me finish, or I might never say it.' Then the words came tumbling out in a rush. 'So, this morning, when Barbara started saying that her mystery man was approaching, in a new outfit, looking terrific, and wondering if today he might say something more than just 'hello', in a funny way, my heart sank. What chance would I have, once you had seen me with my daughter.' I finally stopped her by pulling her close to me, thrilling at the feel of her body in my arms, and feeling my cock instantly responding. As my lips met the soft moistness of hers I slid one hand down her back, over the curve of her buttocks, and pulled her even harder against myself. Her lips and body responded with rapidly increasing enthusiasm and my cock surged as her thigh pressed against its quickly rising hardness. Slipping my tongue inside her sweet tasting mouth I found and played with hers and felt her arms finally come up around me, her fingers caressing the nape of my neck, sending shivers up and down my spine. We continued, our bodies crushing ever tighter against each other and, as the rising passion took over, I felt her beginning to move herself eagerly against my now almost fully extended cock. Slipping the light jacket from her shoulders, I ran my hand up until I felt the heaviness of her breast filling it. She tensed, then pressed herself forward as I began to fondle and squeeze, and she made a series of low moans as I continued to caress her. After a minute or two, I backed away a little and began to unfasten the buttons on her blouse and as I did that she dropped her hands from my neck, first to free it from the waistband of her skirt, then up behind herself, to unfasten her bra straps for me. Chapter 3 Mutual Pleasures As she slipped blouse and bra from off her shoulders I couldn't help myself from staring down at her totally exposed breasts. They were simply lovely! Apart from anything else they were larger than I had anticipated, full, rounded, still firm, with large, already darkly erect nipples. My hands couldn't resist, rising to cup them both, lifting them, thrilling at their warm weight, the skin's smooth tautness, feeling my cock growing even harder as I gently stroked and fondled them with my fingers and slipped my thumbs up over their hardening peaks. My excitement was intensified by the way she arched her body, thrusting herself forward, offering herself up to my caresses, moaning softly as she experienced apparently long-forgotten sensations. For months I had been thinking of her as a pair of beautiful legs, during all that time I hadn't even thought of what other delights she might have to offer me, but the sight of her breasts and the feel of their silky firmness were enough to drive those thoughts right out of my head, at least for a minute or two. So after my hands had brought her nipples to full, almost leathery erectness I bent forwards and, taking first one and then the other between my lips I began to suck and gently nibble them, hearing the sounds of her pleasure intensify as her body responded. But although they were marvellous there was much, much more of Helen that I wanted to see and so, while my mouth was still busy with her increasingly tender nipples, I slipped my hands down and began to fumble for her skirt's zip. But I soon found that the position we were in made it virtually impossible, I was getting nowhere until, understanding my problem, Helen gently but firmly pushed me away from herself and in a trice undid her skirt, bent, took hold of the hem and in a single, fluid movement, had it up over her head and off. Those Days of...Ch. 01-05 More times than I care to remember since then I have replayed that picture in my mind, in slow motion. Her skirt slowly rising, exposing little by little the long, beautiful line of her legs. The welt of her stocking tops, then the black slash of her suspenders cutting up across the smooth whiteness of her thighs. There had been a split second when I wanted to cry out, to tell her to stop, just so that I could have more time to savour the sight of her. But her movement had been too quick and it was a mere moment before she was virtually naked, only a tiny triangle of lacy stuff separating me from the core of her sex. I stared down at her, at the enticingly swollen bulge of her mound, and found that through the thin material protecting it I could make out the dark, curling triangle of her bush, even noticing there were a few straggling hairs of it peeping out from under the edge of her panties. Hardly daring to breathe in case just that sound somehow broke the spell of the moment, I went down on one knee and began to slowly ease them down over her hips. But in spite of my trepidation that she'd suddenly bring things to a halt, she did the complete opposite, lifting first one foot and then the other so I could get the panties off. And as she did that I not only caught a brief glimpse of pink, pouting lips nestling amongst the crinkly hair, but also smelt the rich scent of her arousal filling my nostrils. As I looked up the length of her legs and let my fingers lightly brush across her skin she remained arched back against the bar, both her pelvis and spiky-tipped breasts thrust forwards, faint shivers running through her body. I got the feeling that right then Helen was drifting off into another world, a world completely separated from reality, perhaps a world where her own, normally almost totally repressed pleasures could be both acknowledged and enjoyed. And seeing her like that made me realise that at that moment I wanted nothing more than to give her all the pleasure she could stand, and although after what had already happened my cock was demanding attention, I pushed its needs to the back of my mind. So I took a firm hold and lifted her bodily up on to the counter-top, then, having spread her thighs further apart, kneeled, and buried my face between them. She gave a soft moan, her fingers grasped the back of my head and then I felt the muscles in her belly and thighs contracting as she pushed herself forward against my all too willing mouth and tongue. It was unbelievable, just an hour or two earlier it had been a day very similar to thousands of others. But in a mere second a random event had suddenly changed all that. I had not only seen much more of a pair of legs that had fascinated me for months than I could have ever in anything but my wildest imagination have expected, but at that moment I had the reality of the feel of their warm firmness pressing against the sides of my face. Unbelievable or not, and thinking it might be a never to be repeated moment, I was determined to make the most of the opportunity fate had presented. So I took my time, savouring her excitingly musky scent and female taste as my lips gently sucked and pulled her pussy's outer lips and my tongue slipped up between them to probe within her. And from my leisurely pace Helen must have, at least of some level of consciousness, realised I was in no hurry, that I was happy to give her whatever pleasures I could, and I felt her relax, giving herself up to what my mouth, lips and tongue were doing to produce them. So I'm sure we both lost all track of time, and it was only the eventual change in her reactions that disturbed the reverie I'd happily slipped into. I realised that her initial sighs and soft moans had changed, becoming both louder and more frequent, then turning to sharper, more demanding groans. And when I began pushing my stiffened tongue deeper I felt her pushing herself forward, mashing the ridge of her clitoris against my upper lip. Feeling that I increased the speed of my tongue, flicking the tip of it up over her jutting clit, licking faster and faster until finally I heard a harsh, rasping hiss coming from between her tightly clenched teeth, felt her almost claw-like fingers digging into the back of my head and, as she arched herself higher, lifting her bottom clear of the counter, the contractions began. Her hissing changed to a wailing groan as a series of violent spasms coursed through her and as they rolled on, wave after wave, she lifted her legs higher and clamped them around me, pulling my head up between her thighs so tightly I found it hard to breath. Somehow I still managed to suck and swallow most of her freely flowing juices but she was producing so much that I felt the surplus dripping to the floor beneath us. She held on to me so tightly and for so long that I really began to think I was going to suffocate but, just as I was actually starting to get a bit desperate, I felt her relaxing, just enough for me to get my hands up and ease her thighs a little further apart. When I looked up higher I saw that her face and neck were tinged a dark dusky pink and that her body was still shuddering from time to time from the force of her climax. Slowly her eyes opened, unfocussed and still heavy with passion. She blinked, looked down at me and then a somewhat embarrassed smile crept over her face. 'Roger, I can't tell you how long it is since anyone made me feel that good. If anyone ever did that is!' 'Just the hors d'oeuvres Helen!' I replied with a grin. 'And just in case I forget to tell you later, you have an absolutely magnificent body, not just legs.' 'Well thank you sir.' she said with a cheekier grin. 'So how about yours, I hope I'm going to get to see that now.' 'Oh I'm afraid there's not much to see, I never was a hunk, and haven't exactly improved over the years.' 'All the same, fair's fair Roger.' she replied, slipping down off the bench-top and immediately going to work on the buttons down the front of my shirt. In no time at all I was down to just briefs, and when she saw the solid bulge my cock was making in them she glanced up into my eyes. 'The rest of you is fine Roger, you've no need at all to feel inadequate, but if that's what I think it is then I'd say there's at least one part of you that's definitely 'hunkish'.' she said before dropping to her knees and tugging the briefs down off my feet. I had to admit that at that moment, after all that had happened, and perhaps especially because it had been so totally unexpected, my cock was looking pretty impressive. Rock hard, rearing almost vertically, and quivering from the tension that had built inside me whilst licking and sucking Helen's delightfully responsive pussy. 'Magnificent!' Helen whispered hoarsely as she reached up to touch it. 'And I can't wait to feel what it's capable of doing for me, but first, I want to taste it.' she added, moistening her lips as her fingers slipped lightly up and down its length. Of course the mere idea of her doing that was exciting, but, hoping what I said didn't break the spell that had enveloped us, I took the chance, and bending down and lifting her I said. 'It sounds wonderful Helen, but let's get somewhere more comfortable. This floor will get awfully hard, and I don't know that you could handle two hard things at once!' I added with a grin. As I lifted her she closed her fingers around my cock, grasping it firmly in her hand as she answered. 'I wouldn't be too sure of that, you don't know yet just what I can handle! But I agree with you about the floor. But -' she added in a less certain voice. 'Not in the bed-room, please Roger.' I understood her not wanting to lie where, just a few hours before my wife's body had been, so I nodded and led her through to the lounge-room, where we had a long, wide settee and saw Helen's eyes light up as she saw it. 'Ah, just the thing!' she said, as she span me around so that my back was to it and, as she released my cock, gave me a shove and I fell back down on to it, sprawling, my legs spreading wide, my throbbing shaft sticking up almost perpendicularly. Then as she stood above me, gazing down, the expression on her face and the gleam in her eyes made it clear that she fully intended to enjoy what was to come too. She knelt between my legs, her cool, slender fingers resting lightly on the tops of my thighs, her moist lips poised immediately above my quivering cock-head, then she looked up into my eyes again and said. 'Relax and enjoy!' My throat was tight and dry from the strain of anticipated excitement but though my voice was no more than a croak, I managed to answer, 'Enjoy, I'm sure. Relax, I doubt it!' She flashed me a quick grin, then slid her fingers up my thighs, across my belly and slowly back down again, sending tingling thrills shooting up through the rest of me. Then, while one hand slipped up between my legs and gently began to fondle my balls, the other curled around the base of my cock and began rhythmically squeezing it. The mere feel of her gentle fingers almost made me want to explode there and then, and hearing my sudden groan of pleasure she fractionally tightened her grip of me. 'It feels as though you're getting even bigger Roger.' she said, and as she spoke she ran her fingers lightly up the length of my cock and then, when they reached the very tip, she rolled the flat of her palm over and around the head. That sent a new stream of thrills though my whole body, but they were followed by an even bigger jolt when, as my hips jerked upwards in automatic response, I felt the warm wetness of her lips and mouth engulfing me. From some of the things she'd said I'd got the impression that she hadn't had much of a sex life for a pretty long time, but you would never have guessed that from the way she went about taking care of me over the next few minutes. The things she did to my cock with her lips, tongue and mouth, not to mention her ever-busy fingers, were more like the actions of some amazingly proficient courtesan. I found that the electrifying actions I'd already experienced were only a sample of what she had in store for me as she alternated her movements, light then tight, slow then fast, pump then suck. My brain was simply swamped with sensations of delight, but of course it couldn't last, though I wished I could have lain there for hours, days even, experiencing thrills I couldn't remember having ever felt before. All too soon I felt the tell-tale pulsing deep down inside, as my semen boiled and churned. Helen must have felt it too because I became dimly aware of a change in her pattern of stimulation, instead of her fingers, hands, lips, mouth and throat, performing their own, independent magic, they suddenly began to work in perfect harmony. As though from somewhere far off, I heard myself groaning loudly, urgently. Then every muscle in my body seemed to tighten, every nerve ending scream and, as the ridges of muscle across my belly stretched tight and hard, my hips and thighs forced me upwards, driving my overloaded cock high, deep into her waiting throat. Then she seemed to pause! Somehow, for a brief moment she managed to hold me there. Then, I felt her fingers kneading the white-hot length of me and the powerful suction of her mouth and throat urging the semen up from way down inside me. I exploded! That first jet seared almost painfully up through the rock-hard length and I heard a hoarse cry of surrender break from my throat as it erupted and felt Helen's mouth plunge down to receive it, then through the agonising bliss felt her hand start vigorously pumping the suddenly gushing shaft. I heard her gulping noisily as she struggled to swallow the successive loads I jetted into her but, when I looked down at her, seeing my cock buried deep inside her hard-working mouth, I also saw the surplus forming a creamy froth at the corners of it, a froth that, as she continued to pump it from me, gradually thickened to finally form a sticky flow trailing down from her lips. When it was obvious that I was finally, utterly drained and she had satisfied herself that I had no more to give her, she lifted her cum-soaked mouth from my cock, which she still continued to handle lovingly, raised her head and looked deep into my eyes as she said. 'If that was as good for you as I think it was, then you have some idea of how I felt just a while ago.' Frankly it was as much as I could do to raise a smile. But she could tell from the dazed expression on my face just how I was feeling at that moment and rested her head against me, and with a feeling of blissfully exhausted satisfaction, I closed my eyes and lay back. Chapter 4 Coffee and Toast It couldn't have been for long, perhaps only a few minutes, but when I came too it was to find Helen still gently rolling and kneading my cock, which, unbelievable though it seemed after its recent draining, was actually starting to respond to her magic touch! Not immediately, not dramatically and certainly not fully, but actually responding, gradually lengthening and thickening in response to her caresses. 'A man should be so lucky to be treated like this!' I said, reaching down to touch her shoulders and tousle her hair. 'I saw you seemed to have dozed off for a few minutes. But this fellow didn't seem to want to. Anyway, I thought he still deserved a bit of attention.' Looking down at her kneeling between my still splayed legs, her eyes staring fondly up at me, her breasts and nipples still swollen and semi-erect, and below, between the spread of her thighs, the inviting sight of her triangle of matted pubic hair, was enough to start to give me another full erection, and I said so. 'After the work-out you just gave him I'm frankly amazed he has got anything at all left in him, but seeing you like that is enough to make me think he might just have a surprise in store, for both of us!' 'Mmm, I like the idea of that.' she replied. 'But, what ever happened to the coffee you promised me?' For a moment or two it was as though my memory was looking through a telescope, from the wrong end! Was it possible that all that had happened had in fact happened in such a short space of time? Starting with an innocent walk into the city, the trigger a simple trip? The arrival of the more seriously injured people at the hospital. The offer of a phone and, what was it that I had I actually said? 'You don't want to be hanging around here for two hours or more. I'm sure you need to phone your office and Barbara's. My place is just up the road, we can have some proper coffee, not that machine stuff, and you can phone in comfort.' I remembered the coffee on the bench-top in the kitchen, now, undoubtedly, cold! 'You're quite right to remind me. Fresh coffee, and maybe some toast, coming up.' I said as I got up from the settee. 'And after that? Maybe something other than coffee and toast will be 'coming up' again!' she replied, smiling up at me mischievously. 'By the way, would you happen to have something I can put on, a bath robe or something like that?' 'Starting to ration my enjoyment of you already are you?' I said jokingly, dodging the cushion she flung playfully in my direction. But, having got robes for both of us and as we cleared away the first, untouched coffee and prepared a fresh lot, I admitted to myself that in some way she was even more exciting in my robe than she would have been naked. It was too big for her of course and though she had belted it tightly around her waist, the top gaped wide, letting me enjoy views of her breasts as she moved around. And the fact that she was still wearing her stockings beneath it and I also got occasional flashes of her nylon clad legs only made her appearance even more erotic! We finally got to have the coffee and toast and as we ate, we chatted about ourselves, our lives and our families and I found myself starting to feel something more than simple physically arousal for Helen, finding that as well as having a beautiful body and an extraordinary ability to arouse me, underneath those very obvious attractions was a very lovely lady. But, even as I began to admire her as a person, the carnal part of me was still being steadily aroused by the nearness of her, especially by the sight of the lush curves of her breasts that seemed to constantly attract my attention. Each time she reached for a fresh slice of toast, or the butter and marmalade, or lifted the coffee to her lips, or simply leaned a little forward as she spoke, every single movement made them sway or jiggle, and each time my eyes were drawn, almost magnetically by their enticing fullness. Several times I leaned across a kissed her marmalade tasting lips, thrilled by both their softness and her willing and eager response, feeling power and renewed need returning to my slowly fattening cock. As it lengthened and filled the desire to feel her nakedness again, this time with my cock deep inside her pussy, began to push all other thoughts from my mind and that in turn served as additional fuel for the fire that had been rekindled and was burning brighter and hotter as more time passed. But even though I had been aware of that, I was still amazed when, as I stood to refill our coffee cups I saw Helen's eyes suddenly drop, widen in surprise and then look back up into mine, she had a broad smile on her face as she spoke. 'That's one of the nicest compliments anyone has paid me in a long time Roger!' Looking down I saw my almost fully erect cock sticking out from between the folds of my robe. We never did get that second cup of coffee! I took her back into the lounge room and Helen was, if anything even more eager and certainly more demanding than I could have dreamed of. As we kissed and caressed each other I found the feel of her naked body against mine quickly turned the fire inside me into a white-hot blaze, that grew to furnace-heat when finally, as she lay spread wide open beneath me, I guided my by then bloated cock-head into the slippery slit between her pussy-lips. I paused, catching my breath and, at the same time thrilling at the feel of her outer lips, closed tightly around me, then began a long, slow thrust down into her, the hot, wet velvet of her pussy drawing me even deeper inside. Helen let out a low sigh of pleasure as she felt me finally entering her and moved beneath me, adjusting her body to mine until the hard mass of me filled her completely. At first we moved slowly, each unconsciously synchronising our movements with the other's, and from time to time she opened her eyes and looked up into mine, gently smiling, whispering words of pleasure as she ran her hands over my body as though to prove to herself that all this was really happening to her. I understood her feelings of wonder, I couldn't believe it myself, only an hour or two earlier I had been starting out on what I expected to be a perfectly uneventful day, now here I was, actually making love with one of my 'fantasy ladies'. It was wonderful, but at the same time a little bewildering! Then I found that my strokes in and out of her were no longer the long, slow movements they had been, without realising it, the demand inside me had grown and as it did, had in turn gradually increased both the speed and power of my actions. Helen kept pace with me, her hips thrusting up to meet my faster down strokes and as she did that, her earlier sighs of pleasure turned to shorter, sharper gasps of passion. I saw that her chest, neck and face were slowly becoming tinged with pink and that her nipples were jutting stiffly as my cock drove her closer to her climax. She opened her eyes once more, just briefly, and I saw that they were no longer bright with happy enjoyment, they were now darkly clouded by the intensity of the pressure growing within. Those Days of...Ch. 01-05 Then in a hoarsely rasping voice that rose in both volume and pitch, she cried. 'Oh God! Roger, that's marvellous! Don't stop, for God's sake don't stop. I'm, I'm coming, ooh - I'm coming!' And suddenly she threw back her head, her eyes shut tight, her teeth clenched, the pinkness that had suffused her skin turned a vivid crimson and, as she let out a guttural cry I felt the contractions begin. I drove harder down into her and felt her pussy gripping my cock as it tried to hold me inside her, triggering even more fantastic thrills, which of course only sped up the approach of my own orgasm. Helen must have the felt the change as that forced me to drive into her even harder, deeper, and, pushing her hands down underneath her buttocks she used them to raise herself even higher. My cock plunged into her, right up to the hilt, I felt and heard my tightly constricted balls slapping against the soft flesh of her uplifted bottom and her cries of increasing pleasure growing even louder. Then it seemed that my body became a single, contracting muscle, focusing its entire strength and force behind my pounding cock and, as I heard myself cry out at the gut-wrenching power of it, my semen pumped up through me to explode in a series of shuddering eruptions, deep into her spasming body. Again and again I slammed down into her, my pistoning shaft impelled by the sheer force and intensity of the climax, and I felt Helen convulsing below me as the power of mine prolonged her own and we each gave ourselves up to the mind-numbing sensations that ripped through us. Then, while I was still pumping into her, my thrills were heightened still more as she lifted her long, gorgeous legs, wrapped them around me and, as they flexed rhythmically in time with her own continuing contractions, urged me even harder down into herself. Finally feeling her nylon clad legs like that, just as I had so often imagined them in my fantasies boosted my orgasm to a still higher plateau. I felt yet another series of jolts of indescribable pleasure as, from somewhere, yet another load of the hot, sticky fluid began erupting up through me, adding to the flood already inside her that was being whipped to a creamy froth by my still pounding cock. But of course at last it slowed, and we lay, still locked tightly in each other's arms, our hearts pounding in unison, my chest crushing her breasts beneath it as slowly our breathing began to gradually return to normal. Helen was the first to get her breath back and whispered just how marvellous it had been for her and, she hoped, for me too. The very fact that I couldn't even find the strength to answer her was, I thought, answer enough at that stage. Chapter 5 Barbara's Offer But when we were both sufficiently recovered she reminded me of her need to get back to the hospital, for Barbara, but that she would definitely need a shower before she could go anywhere, and the rush of fluid that poured from her as I eased away and let my rapidly shrinking cock slip from her was proof of what she meant. While she showered, I cleaned up the kitchen and went round the place, to make sure we hadn't left any incriminating signs of what had happened for Julia to find. Then I cleaned myself up and, when Helen was ready we set off for the hospital. The way we were feeling must have been reflected in the expressions on our faces, I certainly felt a new spring in my step and must say that Helen looked positively radiant, literally looking like a 'cat that has swallowed the cream'! We had been walking hand in hand, like teenagers in love and were taken by surprise when we found Barbara, sitting in the main reception area just inside the hospital's entrance. It took her only a quick glance at us, our hands still linked and the silly grins on our faces, to realise that something had happened in the last couple of hours and before either of us had had a chance to say anything she looked challengingly at Helen and simply said. 'You didn't?' I felt Helen's fingers grip mine more tightly and she glanced up at me quickly before replying, confidently. 'We did!' 'So, while I've been stuck in here, you've been stuck into each other!' 'That's not a very nice way of putting it Barbara. But I suppose, essentially true. And though I'm sorry you have been left waiting here, they did tell us it would take them more that two hours to attend to you. Anyway, there's no need for you to be so snooty, from what you've told me before, if it had been the other way around, you would have done exactly the same thing, if you had been given the chance!' 'That's not the point Mother.' 'I think that's exactly the point. But let's stop bickering. Tell me what's happened, what they said about your foot.' 'It's no big deal, just a rather bad sprain. I've pulled a ligament or something. I have to keep this pressure bandage on and keep it elevated for a few days. Did you manage to find time to ring work for me, or were you just too busy with other things?' she added sarcastically. 'Don't be silly, of course I rang. So, you'll be off work for a few days.' 'Yes, I don't really mind that, but I'll go mad at home, with nothing to do.' she paused and then turned to look at me for the first time, continuing in a lower, more seductive tone of voice. 'Unless you could pop round from time to time Roger, to attend to my needs...' I had tried to follow the underlying, unspoken content of the word play between the two women, remembering that Helen had said that Barbara had originally said to her that she found me attractive. Obviously Barbara had in fact said rather more than that, and I admit that even though I couldn't imagine being physically capable of performing again so soon after my totally draining experiences with Helen, I found myself being excited by the concept of the young girl being jealous of my making love to her mother. The images of Barbara flashed through my brain, those from my many memories of seeing her walking towards me through the park, from the mental bank of my fantasies of us, and more especially of that morning, with her firm, tender breast exposed by the torn blouse, and to my astonishment, I felt myself becoming aroused! I heard Helen's voice. '- so don't be silly, Roger only had today off anyway. But, if we ask him nicely he might at least be prepared to help me get you home.' She had kept a tight grip of my hand all this time and she turned to me, smiling affectionately and continued. 'In spite of everything else, it has been worrying me, that call to my office I mean, I should have gone in. I'm still not sure the girl will get that stuff right for my boss. What you did to me just overwhelmed everything and I couldn't say 'no', but I should have.' her eyes silently pleaded as she continued. 'I know it's a lot to ask, but would you, would you mind helping Barbara home for me, I'll just make sure everything is all right at the office and then get back there myself.' 'Of course I don't mind, a very small service for the pleasure we've shared.' Adding in a much more intimate voice. 'And which I hope we can share again, soon.' 'I'd like that too Roger.' she replied and, as she lifted herself to give me quick kiss, whisperingly added, 'You'll find my phone numbers, work and home on a piece of paper in your pocket' 'The easiest thing would be for me to nip back home, get my car then drop you off at your office then take Barbara home. So you two stay here for a few minutes while I go and get it, then I'll come in and help Barbara out.' That's just what we did, putting Barbara in the back, with her injured foot up along the seat. Both of them were strangely silent during the short drive to Helen's office, from my occasional, sidelong glances at Helen I could see that she was deep in thought and whenever I took a quick look at Barbara, through the rear mirror, I found her flashing blue eyes smiling disconcertingly straight back into mine! After we had dropped Helen off Barbara became animated, she seemed determined to find out as much as she could about me in the time available; my work, my wife, my interests, everything but any reference to the events of that morning, and I was glad that the drive was so short that there was very little time for too much of her probing questioning. Their apartment block had a basement garage and having found a spot close to the lifts I went round the car to help Barbara out. 'This is where things get interesting!' she said as I opened the back door and she slid herself along the seat towards me. As she did that, her skirt caught up beneath her and as she continued to move it rode up further, exposing more of her legs. Though they weren't as finely shaped as Helen's, they were still well worth looking at, and by the time she had reached the end of the seat, she had exposed almost all of them for me, I could see just about everything but whatever underwear she had on. When I managed to drag my eyes away from the feast she offered, I looked up to find her grinning at me. 'I hope you like what you see. But let's not do it in the car park. Help me get out and upstairs first.' As we made our way from the car up to their flat she took advantage of every opportunity her awkwardness created, making sure that my hands experienced the full variety of her body's curves, and by the time we were inside their apartment I found that I was lightly sweating, more from the heat of my unwanted arousal than from the actual effort required to get her there. 'Just plonk me on the sofa there please Roger.' she said and, as I eased her down and lifted her foot up on to it, 'Aah, that's better! Now we can make ourselves comfortable, can't we! Did you two have time for coffee or something, in between your other activities?' she asked. 'Yes, yes we did.' 'Well that's nice. I've had nothing, nothing since breakfast. Would you be a sweetie and make me some?' 'Sure, and would you like a sandwich or something else too?' 'That would be nice, especially the 'something else'!' As she spoke she let her undamaged leg slip sideways, off the sofa so that from where I stood I had a clear view all the way up along the inside of one thigh and although it was nowhere near as revealing as what she had displayed for me in the car park, because we were now in the privacy of their flat it was even more arousing. Watching my reactions carefully, she rested one hand on her thigh then trailed her fingers slowly across the whiteness of her skin, and I felt the tension between us steadily mounting. I tore my eyes away, smiled down at her and said. 'I'll see about that coffee and a sandwich for you.' While I busied myself in the unfamiliar kitchen I found I just couldn't get rid of the pictures of her, her breast, earlier that morning, her legs and the vee of her panties, on the back seat of the car, her thigh and lightly caressing fingers, just next door, and found that, even while I was making the coffee and her sandwiches, her very obvious availability was bringing new life back to my cock. I must have been quicker than she expected, because when I carried in the snack I had prepared, I found her slumped lower on the sofa, with one hand high up underneath her skirt, and from the movements I could see going on, she was playing with herself. Though I stopped and quickly tried to retreat, she must have heard me, she opened her eyes and while I stood there, mesmerised, she continued doing what she was for a few seconds longer, her eyes locked on mine. I felt my cock surge at the sight of her and the thoughts that raced through my head. Thoughts of her pussy and having my cock buried inside it, thoughts of what her youthfully exciting curves would feel like beneath my hands, thoughts of her what her responses might be to what I desperately wanted to do to her. But then, much to my own surprise I also found my brain recalling the pleasures of Helen's love-making, and in the same moment realised that her emotional maturity more than made up for any purely visual excitement her body might have lost from the passage of time. The situation was crazy, when I woke that morning I had no more thought of being 'unfaithful' to Julia than of flying to the moon. Now here I was, by lunch-time, deciding whether or not to be 'unfaithful' to a woman I had only really met since then! I was still grappling with my whirling thoughts when Barbara broke the silence. 'Did you like what you saw Roger?' My mouth was dry, my throat constricted and I had to clear it before I could answer. 'Of course. You're a very exciting woman Barbara, beautiful and very, very sexy, any man would get turned-on, seeing you like that.' 'I didn't mean for you to see me, I thought you would be in the kitchen longer. But ever since I saw you this morning, dressed differently, looking even more attractive than you usually do, I've had this growing need. Then, when it was obvious what you and Mum had been up to, just the thought of you making it with her, I got so jealous, but so turned-on too. And of course after all the thoughts I've had about you during the recent weeks, well, you know...' 'It sounds like some of our thoughts have been similar. I've been imagining doing things with you for a long time too. But of course those things are only just that, thoughts, fantasies.' 'Why do you say that?' 'For one thing I'm literally old enough to be your father.' 'That doesn't matter.' she responded quickly. 'Age doesn't come into it at all.' 'It does you know, but anyway, I'm married.' 'That didn't seem to worry you earlier this morning, with Mum!' 'That's a problem I have to sort out myself. But that's just it, now there's Helen, your mother.' 'All's fair in love and war remember!' 'Maybe Barbara, maybe, but I'm not starting a 'war' between you and your mother.' 'But how can you say what you just did, about thinking about me, fantasising about me, and now that I'm telling you I want you to do some of those things, you simply refuse?' I didn't really know the answer myself. Every single fibre of my body was screaming 'YES!' - only something in my head was quietly whispering 'no'. 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