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This is a true story. All of the events are written down here to the best of my knowledge and recollection. My name is Will and I work on the Butcher’s counter at Sainsbury’s. I’m about 5’11, have got a brown crew cut and green eyes. My build was more skinny than athletic, but I’d still call myself athletic, you know how it is. These events took place in the summer of 2002. I was 19 years old.

I’d been having a bad day at work. I was working away on the butcher’s department, looking forward to getting away at 8pm and spending a little quality time with my girlfriend, Chloe. However, I went on break around 4pm and I phoned her.


‘Hey, it’s me. Are you coming to mine tonight or am I coming to yours?’

‘Neither Will.’ I was stunned that she’d even consider this.

‘What? Run that one by me again, Chloe.’ Looks like I’m off to Mrs Palm’s tonight! I thought to myself.

‘You didn’t even try to get out of working on Saturday night. I wanted to go out and you can’t even make this one little sacrifice? For us?’ She was sounding increasingly angry

‘I’m sorry, baby, but this is what it’s like in the real world. I need the money to lavish you with gifts.’ I knew this tactic had worked before, but somehow, today, I was not so confident.

‘Don’t you ‘sorry baby’ me, William. I’ll call you when I want you to come and see me next. And when I say Jump, you’d better be ready to say ‘How high?’ or you will regret it.’ *click,* went the phone, as she hung up the phone on me. Now I’d got work making me feel bad on one side and Chloe on the other side of the equation. I was in a no-win situation. I finished my break and walked back out to my department. On my way through the warehouse, I happened to bump into Dominic, the evening shift manager.

‘Hi, Dominic.’

‘Hello, Will, how are you?’

‘I’ve been better. Listen, have you got any overtime available tonight?’ This kind of sentence was unheard of around the shop, so Dominic was taken aback by it.

‘Overtime? Sure I have. How much were you after?’ He grabbed his notebook and pen from his top pocket and flicked a few pages over.

‘Well, my shift on the meat finishes at about 8, so I’m good from then until 11 tonight.’ He raised an eyebrow at this

‘What, a Saturday night and you’re not going out? Are you feeling alright, Will?’

‘The moths are getting lonely, with no money to eat, so I thought I’d put in the extra time.’ I tried to look as willing as possible, but the prospect of a late Saturday shift wasn’t really that appealing to me, considering it would be a mammoth 11 hours.

‘Okay, but you should know I think you’re insane, because you’re doing this. Come and speak to me at 8 and we’ll find you something to do. Nothing too strenuous, I’ll go easy on you.’

‘Thank you, Dominic. I’ll see you later then.’ I returned to my department and completed the main shift. 8O’clock came and I found Dominic, who paired me up with a lady named Sharon. I’d worked with her before and she was a nice lady. She was married and had a rich husband and to be fair, I could see why he’d married her. She had a nice body (Even in the hugely disappointing uniform of work, she looked good.) Her breasts were big, but not huge, I’d say around 36D and she had a reasonable sized waist. (Middle age spread had not gotten hold of her yet) Her piece de resistance was when she crouched or bent down. Her backside was beautiful; you could really tell she worked out. She was a brunette, with blonde highlights and she also had blue eyes. (A killer combination.)

‘So, you’ve been assigned to be my little helper, have you?’ She smiled at me, as I walked over to a loaded trolley of pickles, for the freezer tops.

‘Private Will, reporting for duty, Ma’am!’ I ripped off a smart salute and proceeded to grin broadly. She saw the joke and laughed.

‘Still as mad as ever, I see. Grab the trolley and we’ll get ourselves started.’ Most of the evening was light conversation, so I won’t bother you with it, but after about an hour and a half, we were working so fast, we’d done about six loads of jars and other assorted shop odds and ends.

‘It’s Saturday night, Will. Why aren’t you out at the pub with your friends, having a good time?’ She looked down on me from her lofty perch, as she was stacking tea.

‘My friends are all working or have no money. If they go out, I’ll be buying the drinks, which isn’t fair.’ I passed up another few boxes of tea and took a plastic shrink wrap out of her hands. ‘My social life suffers, because I work here, but I’d rather have the money.’

‘Don’t you have a girlfriend?’ She looked quite sad and sorry for me upon hearing the gravity of the situation.

‘Well, Chloe is not very pleased with me at the moment. She got this Saturday off and wanted to do something. I’d tried to get the day off, but the boss said no…’ I paused and stared at a gap on the shelves, lost in my thoughts for a moment. ‘She doesn’t want to see me tonight, as punishment. I thought I’d do myself a favour and work a bit of overtime, to get some more money to spend on her.’

‘Aaw, that’s a nice gesture, Will. How are you going to impress her though?’ For once, someone actually seemed interested in my love-life. I was gob smacked.

‘I don’t know. Maybe a bunch of flowers and serenade her at her bedroom window tomorrow morning, before she gets up. How does that sound?’ I’d take any opportunity to get advice on my love-life from an experienced woman, like Sharon.

‘And I thought romance was dead.’ Sharon smiled and tried not to be too cynical about it. ‘You certainly know how to sweep a woman off her feet, Mr Cooper.’ I bowed theatrically, trying to look serious for a moment.

‘Why thank you, Mrs…’ I trailed off. ‘What is your surname, Sharon?’

‘Rogers. You wouldn’t know I’m a Mrs, because you hardly ever see my husband around here.’

‘Work away from home, does he?’ I had turned the tables and was fulfilling my capacity of a listener.

‘He spends a lot of time in Manchester and London. Plus, he makes a lot of trips abroad to the States and Europe. The last time I saw him was about 2 weeks ago.’

‘Does he call you at all or are you just left to your own devices?’

‘Well, sometimes he does and others I’ll just spend weeks without even a word from him. That’s just his way, I suppose.’ Unfortunately, our conversation was cut short, as Dominic chose that moment to appear and move us to a new section. We continued with the small talk, but never touched upon relationships until the end of the shift.

We clocked out and I turned on my phone as we walked out of the shop. Suddenly, I stopped dead in my tracks. Sharon was quite surprised and she looked back at me.

‘Forgotten something?’ I handed over the phone and showed her a text message.

‘Will, I’ve met someone else WHO DOESN’T WORK SATURDAYS! I’ve dumped your stuff in your porch; don’t try to call me, Chloe. The message left me feeling sick to my stomach.

‘I guess I’m walking home then.’ I croaked. I sat down on a convenient bench outside the front window, feeling a lump grow within my throat. Sharon handed the phone back to me.

‘I won’t hear of that, Will. Let me give you a lift.’ That cheered me up a little, to find that there is still someone who likes me, even though it looked pretty bleak from my point of view.

‘Why was she going to give you a lift? I though you knew how to drive.’ I grabbed the clip-on tie and wrenched it from my collar.

‘I do know how to drive. The problem is that I share the car with my mom. She’s gone away on holiday to France with my dad and little brother. They needed her car, so they could take the bikes and dad won’t let me drive his.’

‘Why won’t he let you drive his?’ Sharon looked at me, puzzled.

‘Well, he’s a little concerned, what with my lack of insurance to drive his.’ I pocketed the tie and undid the top button of my shirt, suddenly feeling good, with the freedom my neck had.

‘I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you drive us to yours and we’ll prove a point. He doesn’t need to know.’ Sharon winked at me, proffering the keys and I stood there open mouthed.

‘You’d really let me drive your car? Are you quite mad?’ She just grinned at me

‘You know the old saying, Will. You don’t have to be mad to work here, but it helps!’ She lead me to her car, a BMW Z3. ‘I’ve never been much of a driver, and my husband never drives like this car deserves. Why don’t you see if you can handle it?’ Eagerly, I jumped into the driver’s seat, adjusting the position of the seat, mirrors and headrest to get myself comfortable. Sharon walked around to the boot and put our bags in it. She returned shortly after, getting in the passenger side.

I turned the engine over and it roared into life. I gripped the steering wheel, locked my arm out and pushed my back firmly into the seat. ‘What size engine does this thing have?’ I felt like the proverbial kid in a candy store.

‘3 litre. It’s a rear wheel drive, so watch out. That’s all I know.’ I knocked it into first gear and looked at her. She really was stunning. I could not believe that her husband was away on business so much.

‘Well, it’s a manual transmission. You have to change gears yourself.’ The car park was pretty deserted and the last of the shift had mostly made their way home. The car was facing the exit, so I revved up, dropped the clutch and made the tires squeal as we launched off into the night.

I decided to drive the longer, faster route home tonight. I guessed it would be my only chance to drive a car this nice for about 10 years, so I intended to make the most of it. (I should point out that our appearances had changed from the working uniforms we had on earlier. Sharon had pulled on a big long coat. It was white and lined with fake fur. I had switched my uniform baseball cap for a Yankees cap and was now wearing a pair of trainers instead of my boots. The only giveaway was the shop icon attached to the breast pocket of my shirt, but it was so small, it made no difference.)

We pulled up at some traffic lights, coming down from some of the fastest driving Sharon had ever experienced, when a boy racer pulled up alongside, to the left of us.

‘Hey baby, your man may have the wheels, but does he have the moves? Why not come and sit next to a man who can drive you to heaven.’ Sharon was a little stunned by this. I just leant forward and stared at him. I pressed the accelerator just a little, to get a throaty growl from the engine.

‘See you in Stourport,’ I growled at him. The lights went amber, I hit first gear. They moved to green and we took off. He kept pace well, for the first few seconds, as I struggled to find what the car was capable of. Third gear and the German engineering came into its own, as I started to leave him behind. We drove past a few cars, before slowing to the speed limit and getting back in the normal flow.

‘Well, you sure showed him.’ A combination of shock and admiration possessed her for the time being. I drove slightly more sedately back to my home.

‘Would you like to come in for a drink? It’s the least I can do after you let me drive this magnificent car.’ Sharon smiled sweetly at me and opened her door.

‘I’d be delighted, thank you, Will.’ We got out of the car, unloaded my bag and walked into the house. I dumped my bag at the bottom of the stairs and walked into the lounge. I switched on a few lights and turned back to Sharon.

‘What would you like to drink? I’ve got water, tea, coffee, soft drinks, or something a little stronger.’

‘Water, please. I’ve still got to drive home tonight.’

‘Well okay, would you like peach, lemon and lime or plain old tap?’

‘You really do have a drink for all occasions, don’t you? Peach, please.’ I poured her a drink, smiling to myself.

‘I’d like to think I do, yes. If you’ll excuse me just a few minutes, I’ll just get changed out of this uniform.’ I walked off and got myself washed and changed into a pair of jeans and a Hawaiian shirt. I returned, not smelling like I’d just done 11 hours at work.

‘Ahh, that’s better.’

‘You not drinking?’ Sharon looked at me over the top of her glass of water.

‘No-one likes to drink alone.’ I replied, looking slightly downcast.

‘But you aren’t drinking alone, you’re drinking with me.’ I frowned at her

‘You aren’t drinking alcohol, though. It’s different… However…’ A plan had just appeared in the back of my head. ‘I’d never consider it right to let a lady get drunk and walk home. Allow me to drive you to your house, where we can drink, be merry and then I’ll walk home. People know not to attack me; I’m too weird for that.’ I smirked, knowingly.

‘That would be nice, Will.’ Sharon looked me up and down, as if she had something to say, but it had just gone out of her mind. ‘It’s been a while since I had any proper company of an evening.’

‘What about your husband?’ I asked, downing my glass of water and slipping into my jacket.

‘He doesn’t know how to socialise with me. He just comes in, gives me a kiss, maybe has sex with me and then just goes to sleep.’ Sharon seemed a little angry at this, allowing a scowl to pass across her face, before her smile came back. We walked out to the car and she handed me the keys.

‘I think you can drive again. Just keep it calm when we get to my road. I don’t want the neighbours to suspect anything, like I’ve been out drinking.’ She winked and sat herself in the car. I shut her door and ran around to the drives side. Consciously adjusting myself after my cock decided to lurch when she winked. Did she just wink at me? I thought as I got into the driving seat and began the drive to Castle Rodgers.

It was a nice big place, a double fronted house, with a large driveway and plenty of garden space.

‘Just drive into the garage, Will, the doors open automatically.’ I drove straight into the garage and stopped the engine. I got out and hustled around the car, to let Sharon out, as any gentleman should. I offered her my hand, to stabilise her, getting out.

‘Thanks. You can make yourself at home; I’ll be back in a minute or two.’ She led me through into the kitchen and pointed out the liquor store. ‘Pour yourself a drink and I’ll have one the same. Don’t get the party started without me.’ Again, she winked and walked off, upstairs. With her out of the room, I took the chance to get my cock in the most comfortable position. I washed my hands, because they were black from working, still reeked of the counters and now also of my groin.

I grabbed two glasses and looked within the liquor cabinet. I noticed a bottle of tequila, as yet unopened. I walked over to the fridge, and hoped that I’d find what I was looking for. In amongst all the foodstuffs, I did find 2 cans of Red Bull, chilled and ready for action. I took one and the bottle of tequila. One shot of that, a shot of vodka and half a can each gave me a perfect way to rejuvenate, ready for the evening ahead. I put the can by the sink and walked through into the lounge. Her TV was HUGE. It was one of those plasma screen things, with all the attachments. I put it on and searched through the channels, looking for the music.

I’d been sat down, watching some rock for about 10 minutes, when she returned. As I looked over my shoulder, to the door from the hall she had entered through, I had to do a double take. Out of her uniform, she looked completely different. Her hair was still up, but instead of the blouse and trousers, she now had on a silky burgundy robe, cut at the knee. She wore black stockings or tights underneath and not much to cover her modesty upstairs. Where the material of the robe parted, I could see acres of cleavage, which set my heart racing. Struggling, to keep my throbbing member under control, I stood up and grabbed the drinks.

‘I can’t believe how… different you look, when you’re not wearing uniform,’ I floundered. ‘I had no idea that you had such a nice figure, Sharon.’ That was all I could think of as a recovery. It was one of the lessons I’d learnt early on in my relationships, compliments are worth a thousand kisses. She smiled and took one of the glasses from me.

‘Well then, what did you make?’ She smiled, gratefully accepting her drink.

‘Why don’t you try some and have a guess. Kind of like twenty questions.’ We chinked glassed and drank, Sharon allowing some to swirl around her mouth, before swallowing.

‘Well, I’d say you put Red Bull in it, but there’s something else I’ve never tasted before. It’s kinda bitter.’ She shuddered a little bit, not yet used to the taste.

‘You are right about the Red Bull, but I put two spirits into it. Tequila and vodka. We call the cocktail a TVR; it’s one the lads came up with on a long night shift at the bar. I think I need the one, just to stay awake.’ I yawned, and then drank the rest of my drink.

We spent about three hours, chatting away, getting tom know each other (and the contents of Sharon’s liquor cabinet.) I continued to flick through the music channels, hoping for something good to come on. Eventually, at about 2:45 in the morning, Bryan Adams came on with ‘Everything I do.’

‘Wow, this is such a great song. Makes me want to get up and dance.’ Said Sharon, she was getting a little drunk, but that meant it was probably slightly easier to dance with her.

‘Why don’t you then?’ I walked over to her and offered her my hand. She looked confused, but she took my hand and got slightly unsteadily to her feet. I took her right hand in my left, put my right on her hip and we rotated slowly. I was scared that she’d fall over and I’d land on top of her, to be honest. After an amazing 8 minutes of song had finished, she had her head laid on my shoulder and we were swaying gently. I was in a trance. She broke it, pulled away slowly and looked me in the eyes.

‘You always keep surprising me, Will. I haven’t felt like that in a long while, believe me.’ Her stomach chose this moment to grumble loudly and I laughed. She laughed along and walked off into the kitchen, somewhat more stable than before. She opened the freezer and pulled out a few boxes.

‘Could you put the oven on Gas 7 please?’ A strange request, I’ll grant you, but I complied and she walked over, carrying pizzas.

‘Is Quattro Formaggi good enough, or would you like something else on top?’ My libido seemed to have regained consciousness and yelled yeah, you! But I think I managed to avoid speaking my mind. Before I’d noticed, the pizza was cooked and we were sitting in the lounge, eating. I guess the Alcohol and the caffeine were having an effect on my mind.

‘What did you mean earlier, when you said about you hadn’t felt like that in a long while?’ I asked her, between mouthfuls of delicious pizza.

‘Well, you made me feel… like a young girl again. What I wouldn’t give to be 10 years younger?’ Her complexion had suddenly become rosy. Weather it was down to the booze, the pizza or other circumstances I could not tell.

‘What would you do if you were 10 years younger, Sharon?’ I laid down my plate on the table, having now finished and cast a knowing look in her direction.

‘Promise not to freak out if I told you?’ She seemed to suddenly become all shy.

‘I promise I won’t freak out when you tell me.’ I put my hand on my heart and stared straight at her.

‘I’d ask you to make love to me, Will.’ I had no idea that was coming. I’d hoped, but it was more of a fantasy. My dick leapt into life and I tried to look as casual as possible, while retaining at least a small shred of dignity.

‘How old are you, Sharon?’ I leaned forward in my seat, covering the bulge in my trousers with my forearm.

‘I’m forty-one. How old are you, Will?’ I was genuinely taken aback by this. Sleeping with Steph Green, my former English teacher when she was about thirty-seven and I was eighteen seemed no problem, but now I considered upping the ante, by sleeping with a woman who was more than twice my age, I was suddenly struck by some subconscious fear.

‘Nineteen. I have to say, you don’t look like you’ve passed the big four-oh. How old do you feel, Sharon?’

‘Until today, I felt like I was in my forties, but the way you’ve injected your youthful presence into my life, I suddenly feel younger… a lot younger.’

‘Well, you’re only as young as you feel,’ I decided that the time was right to let her dwell on her feelings for a few moments. I picked up our plates and left the room. When I got to the kitchen, I put the plates in the sink and ran some water over them, leaving them to soak. I also adjusted myself once more, before pouring another couple of drinks and returning.

‘What have you made me this time? Anyone would think you were trying to get me drunk.’

‘No, no, it’s quite the opposite, I assure you. I’ve done Whisky and dry ginger.’ I handed one over and sat next to her on the settee. This was a small, but symbolic move on my part. I didn’t want to seem over eager, but I did not want to seem uninterested or scared of her either. ‘Cheers.’ Silence followed as we both drank.

‘Why don’t you intend to get me drunk, Will? I thought that people your age did that sort of thing on the weekends.’ She sat up, pushing herself right back in the corner of the settee, so she could observe me.

‘Once you pass eighteen, it becomes a little more sensible. There isn’t any fun in drinking to get drunk when you’re footing the bill. Other things are on the agenda.’ I smiled, downing the last of my drink and placing the glass on the coffee table.

‘Like what?’ She slowly sipped at her glass, still about half-full.

‘Girls mainly, but there are other things, like the sport on the TV, the pool table and who’s buying the next round.’ I smiled at her, but not even looking into her eyes could stop the tear, as my thoughts turned to Chloe, who had dumped me only hours ago. I hung my head and wiped the tear away.

‘Don’t, Will. She isn’t worth your tears. There’s plenty more fish in the sea.’ She placed her right hand gently on my left shoulder. I moved my right hand, to cover it

‘You’re right,’ I sniffed. ‘I guess all I’ve got to do now is find a girl who’ll say yes to me.’ I was flying high, but suddenly ran aground. ‘Where the hell am I going to find a woman like that at this time of day?’ Sharon smiled, as she saw just how erratic I could be.

‘Come on. Why don’t you sleep on it and you can find a nice looking girl tomorrow?’ I stood up and offered her my hand, to help her out of the chair. She took it and I helped her up. She stood, a little unsteadily, but she supported herself. We walked up the stairs and she showed me to one of the bedrooms. She opened the door and turned on the light.

‘This is your room, Will. Thanks for a lovely evening. I owe you one.’ She smiled. As I was walking in, I turned around. I looked at her eyes and saw them dart up, from looking at something about waist height. Surely she wasn’t just looking at my arse. I thought.

‘You have nothing to owe me for. I owe you, for the pleasure of your company and for being allowed to drive your magnificent car.’

‘Then you wouldn’t object to a goodnight hug then?’ She opened her arms and I warmly accepted her. I pulled her close, holding her tight, as if I didn’t want to let her go. She rested her head on my shoulder, not really trying to break our contact. Suddenly, she pulled her head away from me, more in shock than anything. She looked down, to see my dick, tented in my trousers, jabbing her in the thigh. I expected her to run off or throw me out. Instead, she looked up at me.

‘Looks like part of you has already found a woman like that,’ she grinned. ‘Do you find me attractive?’ She took a couple of steps back from me and twirled around, to give me a better view of her physique.

‘More attractive, than you could ever possibly imagine, Sharon.’ I didn’t try to cover my tent up, because she’d already seen and felt it closer up, it seemed pointless now. Sharon undid her robe and let it fall to the floor, revealing a black, lacy see-through negligee and black thong combo. She also had a pair of stockings, held up by a pair of matching suspenders. I could see her hard nipples through the fabric, just begging to be sucked. She walked over, put her right hand around my waist, her left around the back of my head, pulled me down to her level and kissed me. I didn’t even entertain the thought of resisting; such was my attraction for her.

I kissed her back, allowing my tongue to try and slip into her mouth. She accepted it willingly, repaying me with her own. As our tongues danced about each other’s mouths, I felt something moving around my groin. Suddenly, I felt a rush of cooler air, as my dick was exposed to the world outside of my trousers. Sharon broke off from the kiss and looked at me.

‘Come with me, then, I’ll show you attractive.’ Holding my dick, she strolled across the landing and into her room. There was a king size bed, with satin sheets. I was impressed by her tastes. She sat me down on the bed and then sat next to me.

‘Here’s the deal: Impress me tonight and who knows what the future holds. I feel like giving you a test drive, Will. For tonight, you belong to me.’

‘Yes, Ma’am!’ I was completely blown away by her dominant stance.

‘I can see that I’ve had an effect on you, so you should see what an effect you’re having on me. She let go of my dick and grabbed my right hand. She pulled her negligee up a little and guided my hand towards her snatch. I could feel the heat from about halfway up her thighs. When I actually touched the material of her thong, it was so wet, I could not believe it. Either she was incredibly turned on, or she was desperate. (Hindsight tells me it was probably a combination of the two.) I ran my fingers up and down her slit, clearly visible through the soaking thong. She moaned a little, in appreciation and leant over to me.

‘Do you know how long it’s been, since a man touched me there?’ She whispered into my ear.

‘No.’ I stated, continuing to massage the outer lips of her vagina.

‘Too fucking long!’ she kissed me again and I ran my fingers underneath the thong and felt her puffy lips for the first time. I ran my fingers up to the top of her slit and sought out her clit. I could tell I’d found it, because it drove Sharon wild. She ground her pelvis against my hand, willing me to put my fingers inside her, without speaking. I took the hint and three fingers went straight in. I continued to work her clit, with my thumb.

‘Yes! That’s it Will, finger fuck my pussy!’ She lay back on the bed, really enjoying herself. I continued to manoeuvre my fingers, adding a third into her folds. I lay down with her and kissed her breast. I worked my way around, found her nipple and popped it into my mouth.

‘Oh… Will… I’m gonna… COME!’ she panted, as her body went into spasm. She thrashed about on the bed and her pussy drenched my hand with her juices. I just lay next to her, occasionally brushing my thumb against her clit, causing another massive aftershock to rock her body. After about two minutes, she lay still.

‘You’ve certainly got a knack when it comes to using your hands. Where did you ever learn to do something like that?’

‘I had a good teacher,’ I quipped. Little did she know that I’d been taught how to do that by Steph Green, my teacher, some 2 months previous.

‘Well, Mr I-know-how-to-satisfy-a-desperate-woman-with-only-my-hands, why don’t you see if you’ve still got the strength to satisfy me, the way you were meant to?’ I didn’t even hesitate. I sat up, rolled over and positioned myself between her legs. I reached up and pulled her sodden panties off her hot pussy. I pulled them down, took them completely off and dropped them on the floor, with a splat. Jeez, she was absolutely gagging for it. I hope she isn’t going to dry out now. I kicked off my trainers, slackened off my belt and undressed. When Sharon caught a view of the profile of my dick, her eyes widened in anticipation.

‘Wow, you’re a lot bigger than my husband!’ I’d never viewed myself as overly big, I was about 8-inches in length, but I had a decent girth. That was always my strength. ‘Be gentle with me, I don’t know if I can take it all.’ She seemed genuinely afraid of me and I wasn’t totally comfortable with that, to be honest.

‘I will, just relax. If it hurts, let me know and I’ll stop. We’ll take it nice and slowly, okay?’ Sharon just nodded and shuffled up the bed, to lay her head on the pillow. I crawled up, slowly, between her bended knees. I hitched up her negligee a little, just to get a better view of the proceedings and placed my hand on her pussy again, gathering as much of her juice as I could. I smeared my dick with her juices and licked my fingers clean.

‘Don’t hog it all, I like the taste too, you know,’ she complained at me. I placed two fingers inside her pussy and got them coated nicely, before presenting her with a peace offering. She gladly accepted and licked my fingers clean, savouring her sweet flavour. When she had done that, I positioned my dick at the entrance to her love tunnel and coated the tip of my dick in her juices, to help us get started.

‘Are you ready for this? I’ll take it slowly; to give you time to accommodate me.’ She nodded again and I pushed the head of my shaft into her pussy. She moaned, grateful for my gift. I decided to take my time and use it for something constructive. I moved the weight of my body forwards, so I was in the push-up position over her, in a 90% complete missionary position. I moved my left hand to her ample breasts, allowing myself a courtesy squeeze. She moaned in pleasurable enjoyment of my initiative.

‘Come on, stuff a bit more in, I’ll tell you when to stop.’ She was obviously getting a little impatient. I leaned forward and kissed her. As I did so, I allowed my dick to push deeper within her, meeting a little resistance, because she was tight. I was about halfway in, when she broke our kiss.

‘Stop, let me get used to you, lover.’ I stopped and pushed myself up with my arms. She looked down and was surprised to see half of my dick, still waiting to enter her neatly trimmed, light brown haired pussy. ‘All that left to go? We’ll have to get a move on then, just take it slowly, because if you hurt me, I’ll make you pay dearly.’ The glint of malice in her eyes made me think twice about ramming the rest of my dick into her stuffed pussy. I diligently resumed the task of feeding my dick into her pussy, watching her lips stretch to accommodate my girth. Every now and then, I’d feel her use her pussy muscles to just grip my dick a little tighter, to keep me interested. If she didn’t stop doing that, I’d blow my load, before we’d even done anything worthwhile.

Slowly, but surely, my dick disappeared into her cunt. I was almost there, when she whimpered to me ‘How much further, Will, it’s not the most comfortable sensation in the world.’

‘It’s nearly there, Sharon. About another inch and we can relax for a little bit.’ I was getting excited and I was trying to distract myself with things completely unrelated to sex, like Ice Hockey and Rugby. Those games could not possibly have anything to do with sex; there was too much blood everywhere else, for it to be occupying both male brains.

She reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck and planted a big kiss on my forehead. ‘I can’t wait any longer, just push it in and get to the break. I’ll be ready to come again soon and I want you to be ready for that, too.’

‘Oh, don’t you worry about that, I think I’m ahead of you in the ‘who’s gonna come next stakes’. ‘ I had a quite worried look on my face, which told the story of how I felt. ‘Ready?’

‘Yes, come on, Will, let’s do this!’ I pushed the rest of my dick in and the look on Sharon’s face was pure surprise. Her mouth was open in a large ‘O’ easily big enough to accommodate my dick, but it had other, more urgent, business to attend to.

‘Are you alright?’ I was still thinking about that threat from earlier. She took our break in the action as an opportunity to wrap her legs around my waist and to hug me tightly. I leaned into her hug and kissed her passionately. We lay there, kissing for a few minutes, my rock hard dick still embedded balls-deep in her sopping snatch. I realised we had been there for a while and broke the moment.

‘Wanna try something a little more… energetic?’ I queried. Sharon was ready for this and she smiled at me, knowingly, whilst undoing her knotted legs from behind me.

‘Yes, I do. Pull out of me and lie down on your back.’ I obeyed and pulled my dick out of her with a squelch. Seeing it glisten with her juices made me feel proud. Another notch on your bedpost, Will, just don’t let it be the last. Maybe you can get some more out of this fine specimen. I thought to myself, as Sharon rolled off the bed and pulled the negligee over her head. Her breasts bounced about, as they were freed from their prison, but now I could see her in all her glory. No supporting cast, except the stockings and suspenders, but they were a nice touch. A trickle of her juices had run down her inner thigh and adorned the top of her right stocking.

‘You’ve done all the hard work today, Will. I think it’s time I did my share.’ She climbed back onto the bed and positioned herself over my still hard dick. She took it in her hand and guided it to her waiting pussy. Gently, but more forcefully than before, she joined us together, as lovers, lowering herself down my shaft. She rode me right down to the base of my shaft, enjoying every second of her descent. I enjoyed it much more than the first time.

She started sliding herself up and down on my dick, moaning in rhythm with her movements. I used my hands, which had become free, to play with her breasts, in particular, her nipples. I rubbed them between my fingers, encouraging them to grow in size. I sat up and sucked on one of her nipples, as she sucked on my dick with her pussy muscles.

‘Sharon, I’m gonna come soon, just though you’d better know.’

‘Okay, baby,’ she panted. ‘I’m getting close, try and hold on for me.’ I moved one of my hands from her tits down between us and struggled to find her clit. After a bit of blind fumbling, she reached in and helped me find the spot I was looking for. I massaged her clit, gently, trying to push her ever closer to the edge, but not over it. That would spoil the fun.

Sharon obviously had other ideas, as she increased the speed of her strokes up and down my shaft. I could feel my balls beginning to tighten, so I continued to rub her clit, a little more vigorously and licked her nipples, pushing my face into her breasts. She pat a hand on either side of my face, pulled me out of her cleavage and pushed herself forward, so she was lying directly on top of me. We kissed once more and still she rode my dick like a wild animal.

‘I want to feel you shoot deep inside me, Will. I want to feel you come oozing from between my legs when I get up and try to walk off. I want you to fuck me again and again until the sun comes up,’ she whispered into my ear. I started meeting her downward thrusts, with an upward stroke of my own and she moaned in ecstasy. I could tell that she was building up to a big finish of Act 1, so I just kept going, hoping that she’d be the first to go.

‘Hold on to something, here it comes!’ I yelled and suddenly, my body was no longer my own. I had no control over anything that was happening. My balls tightened and a lance of white-hot come shot up my dick and coated the inside of her pussy, quickly followed by a few more. Sharon continued to work herself up and down my shaft, keen to push herself over the edge. I summoned up all the strength I had left and pushed against her thrusts, in a last ditch attempt to make her come.

‘Yes, that’s it Will, come inside me, make… me… come!’ Her voice finished up in the high regions some opera singers can only dream of and she started to shudder immensely. I felt the sides of her pussy clench themselves around my dick, milking the last of my come from it. The spasms which racked her body made her go slightly limp, so I had to keep hold of her, to stop her from falling off and hurting us both. Her pussy was reluctant to let me out, but I was unwilling to leave. After about another couple of minutes of this orgasmic shuddering, she finally settled down and sat on my dick, facing me, with her arms wrapped around me. We just sat there, staring into each other’s eyes.

‘It looks like you needed that.’ I eventually broke the silence, because I was beginning to feel uneasy. She just leaned forward and kissed me. I held her head and lay back, so we were both lying on the bed. Sharon pulled herself off my dick, with another squelch and my dick slapped wetly against my stomach. She grinned when she watched that, crawled up the bed and lay next to me.

‘I haven’t been that horny in years. You’ve brought out a side of me I never thought I’d see again. Thank you, Will.’ She kissed me on the lips as a sign of thanks, as opposed to lust. No tongues, just our lips danced this time. Suddenly, as an after thought, she sat up and looked down at my semi-hard dick. ‘I can’t leave it like that; you’ll end up stuck to something.’ She disappeared down the bed and grabbed my dick. She licked it like an ice cream cone, lapping up the blend of our flavours. She finished off, by popping the head of my dick in her mouth and giving me a good clean. She returned to my side, licking her lips for any last taste.

Pulling back the bed covers, she got in, leaving me to lie on top. I got up, moving towards the door. ‘I guess I’ll be off to my room then. Sleep well.’

‘No, you must spend the night here with me!’ She protested. ‘After all, it might just help me think of a reason for you to keep popping round here in future.’ She winked at me and smiled her amazing pinball smile. I grinned and jumped into bed with her. Within about ten minutes, I was asleep.

I awoke later on, with a lovely warm, wet feeling around my dick. I looked down the bed, lifted the bed covers and there was Sharon, giving me a blow job.

‘Enjoying yourself, I hope.’ She tried to smile, but since her lips were wrapped around my dick, it was impossible. I could see the smile in her eyes, however. ‘You could have woken me up, I wouldn’t have stopped you.’ She slipped my dick out of her mouth and looked at me.

‘Yes, but I woke up and felt it jabbing me in the leg. You looked so peaceful lying there; I thought that it was best to let you sleep, without wasting this fine offering!’ I had to smile, when she said this.

‘Don’t let me interrupt you, carry on, then.’ I waved my hand at her, encouraging her to get on with the task at hand, as it were. She resumed her bobbing up and down on my dick, her tongue dancing merrily around my head. She was knelt between my legs, her legs tucked up under her boobs, pushing them nicely up between her biceps. I lay back and enjoyed the show for a while. Then I had an idea. I pulled the covers completely off the pair of us.

‘It doesn’t seem fair, you getting me off and me not repaying you when I can.’ I manoeuvred my right foot and pushed it so she was straddled over it. I wiggled my toes about, trying to find my goal. My first search drew a blank, just finding her trimmed bush. I pushed further south and found her snatch, which was dripping with her juices already. I ran my big toe along her slit and felt her shudder a little over the head of my dick. She jumped a little when I finally found her clit, but her surprise soon turned to pleasure, as I drew circles about her clit with my toes. This continued for a few minutes, until Sharon could bear it no more.

‘This is too much for me. Hang on a minute, Will.’ Sharon got up, turned herself round and squatted over my face, allowing her weight to fall forward, so she could take my dick in her mouth, while allowing me to access to her pussy close up.

‘Ah sixty-nine, it’s my favourite number.’ I mumbled, as my voice was obscured by her pussy folds. As I began to eat her out, I noticed the aroma was different to the women I’d gone down on before in my life. Sharon smelled like lavender. Surely this was wrong, considering what I’d done to her last night. I pulled my face from her lips and queried her on it. ‘What’s with the lavender? Anyone would think you wanted me down here!’ Sharon once more removed her lips from my dick and looked over her shoulder at me.

‘I do want you down there! When I woke up, I decided to have a bath, because I was all sticky. I came back and saw you sleeping, with a hard on. I couldn’t let it go to waste.’ I smiled at her and she smiled back. We were lost in the moment for a minute, until I snapped back to the here and now.

‘Well, you’d better make sure it doesn’t go to waste, then!’ I slapped her arse cheek and pointed at my dick. ‘Chop, chop then.’ We both resumed our duties in the sixty-nine. I can’t remember what I’d been dreaming of, but it must have been something that really turned me on, because Sharon almost had me on the brink. I couldn’t let myself come and not even get her warmed up, so I Pushed my face right into her pussy, licking her clit and sticking my nose inside her. I used my hands to reach in front of me and grab her breasts, massaging them, like I was kneading two reasonably sized loaves of bread. She moaned deeply, which only made things worse, as the vibrations on my dick brought me even closer.

‘Sharon, slow down! I’m gonna come!’ I yelled, without taking my face out of her pussy. Considering she was more than twice my age, she had a fantastic pussy. Sharon just sucked harder and began milking my dick with her hand. I couldn’t last like that. I felt my spunk welling up and my balls tightening. Then, she did something I’ve never experienced before. She pushed her self further down my dick and I felt the tip of my dick hit the back of her throat. She pushed herself all the way down to my balls and then I started coming. I just listened to her grunting, as my semen hit the back of her throat and she eagerly swallowed it all, not allowing a drop to spill. When she’d come down from the high of deep-throating me, she pulled herself off my dick and got up off my face. I just lay on the bed in stunned silence. Sharon lay herself next to me and ran a finger around her mouth, catching the last of my payload and swallowing it eagerly.

‘But, I wasn’t finished down there.’ I protested, placing my hand on her triangular cut pubes. She smiled and pushed my hand away

‘Don’t you worry about that, Will. I got enough enjoyment in the tub while you were still asleep.’ She smiled a big, schoolgirl grin at me. ‘Would you like some breakfast?’

‘No, thank you Ma’am, I’ve already eaten.’ That off the cuff remark earned me a slap, but it was all in good fun.

‘You tease. I’ve also had a chance to think about a few things this morning.’ She stopped being playful and came around to being more serious. ‘How would you like to be my odd-job man?’

‘Interesting proposal, tell me more.’ I was completely intrigued by what she meant.

‘Well, you come round here, do a few things like a little gardening, decorating, plumbing and so forth, I’ll pay you and no-one would be any the wiser.’

‘So, this is a cover for when your husband is in town, I guess?’

‘For the moment, yes, I’d say so. There is no future for me and him, so we’ll be officially splitting up soon. If he tries to claim that I’ve been unfaithful with him, I’ve got my own evidence. One of his friends took about three rolls of film of him and two hookers in Manchester, so it shouldn’t be too difficult, even if we are caught out.’ Sharon was very matter-of fact about it all and it threw me off guard a little.

‘My niece is coming to live with me soon, when she goes to University. That means a lot of re-decorating, so you’ll have plenty to do.’ She got up and started to get dressed.

‘You’ve got this planned out well, haven’t you?’ I got up, threw on my clothes and followed her downstairs to the kitchen, where she had put the kettle on. ‘I can’t stay long, because my mates will all be wondering where I’ve got to. I can tell them that I’ve got a new girlfriend and they’ll believe me, but if they let it get back to my parents, they won’t be fooled so easily.’

‘Don’t you want me to be your girlfriend, then?’ Sharon looked sad, almost dejected.

‘It’s not like that, baby.’ I walked over to her and hugged her, tightly. She smiled at me and handed me a drink.

‘We’re going to work this out just fine, Will. You’re a handsome man, with a great technique in bed and a great dick. Look after it and come back round whenever you get the chance. Here, let me give you my number.’ I walked off, grabbed my phone out of my jacket, still hanging on the door from last night. She entered her number into it and handed it back.

‘Thanks, Sharon. Do you think you can go a whole day without me, to keep you satisfied?’ I drank the last of my drink and put the mug in the sink.

‘Well, there’s certainly a lot of washing up to do. I’ve got to find you some jobs to do around the place, so I’ll be busy enough today. Come on, I’ll drive you home.’ We walked into the garage and got into her car. I was quite sad that I wouldn’t be driving it, but that wasn’t so bad. Maybe I’d get another chance sooner or later.

As we drove off into the mid-morning sun, I couldn’t help but wonder what sort of journey this relationship would lead me on. I decided not to worry about it for now and let time tell me what was going to happen.

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A note from the Author:

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