Sunday 3 May 2009
Tuesday 13 January 2009
Flexibility!!
Flexibility!!
She muttered to herself as she banged down the iron so hard the board wobbled. Shame! She had woken in such a good mood as well, a smile as she remembered the passionate love making from the night before with her husband. The way they had blended together deliciously as they both came to an explosive orgasm at the same time, their juices mixing to perfection. The tender kisses afterwards as he held her in his arms to tell her that he loved her as they both fell asleep, exhausted, but highly satisfied. The way he had cheekily pinched her bottom as she tried to get dressed after a shower, teasing her, trying to get her to stay in their warm bed. But alas, she couldn’t, it was a work day, giving him a regretful kiss, with a firm fondle of his half erect cock for good measure. That would have to suffice until tonight, when hopefully they could repeat their performance of the night before.
So, what had changed? Well for a start the child had been a handful, not wanting to do his spellings before school, playing up for his parents, the school run fraught with bad drivers.
Flexibility, was the word that the lady of the house had used wasn’t it? According to them, she ‘owed’ them some time as she’d had extra holidays over the summer, holidays that THEY had taken, not her! Bang went the iron again. Just how flexible was a person supposed to be? Take the furball to the vets she asks, take the furball to the grooming parlour, do some shopping, do some ironing and now? Well, a short notice she was expected to wait in for a delivery – THEIR delivery. Why not have it delivered on a Saturday when they would be in, why should she waste her own time, besides she’d had plans for today – plans now scuppered. Plan’s, which had included a play with her new toys from Love Honey and an indulgent bath.
A bell ringing brought her back to the present, she ran quickly down the two flights of stairs, arriving breathless at the door. She opened the door and gave an involuntary gasp; the driver had the most gorgeous blue eyes, all twinkly and full of mischief. Oh yes she thought – I wouldn’t turn him out of bed in the morning! Blushing at her audacity, she smiled at him and said
“Good Morning!”
“Delivery, Mrs…err, (looking down at his clipboard)…. Clarke.”
She stammered back, “I, errr, Im not…I errr, only work here!”
He laughed, and said “No matter, where shall I drop my load then?”
She blushed again, as she thought to herself naughtily, Oh yes, I could tell you where I wanted you to drop your load...”Oh, err, any chance you can take it round the back please?”
“Yes, sure, no problem, I’ll just get the pallet! And walked back towards the vehicle.
She stood for a moment longer than was polite, to admire his tight ass as he disappeared round the front of the van.
A rustle to her right startled her! She turned quickly, to bring into view Bill, the gardener, who gave her a knowing grin and a wink. Damn him! She swore under her breath. He knew she had been lusting after the driver. At the same time, her heart did a back flip, good looking he was NOT, but the way he moved silently around the garden, the way he spoke to her with a teasing smile. He had large hands that tended the gardens of the big house, hands that she wished would caress her, like he caressed the roses, hands that would draw her to his cock and ride her like he rode the lawnmower…OMG! She thought, I can’t believe that I just thought that. Shaking her head to clear her mind and taking a deep breath, she moved to the side of the house to open the gates to allow the driver to make his delivery. A clatter of wheels and the driver came into view, she pointed to the space in the corner of the garden. She returned to the house to get a pen to sign the delivery note, passing the window cleaner on the way, who also gave her a knowing wink! Christ! She thought, they are all at it today; male hormones must on special offer at Asda!
She got the pen and went to the truck to sign, standing and watching the driver as he expertly put the truck back, muscles effortlessly pumping up and down on the Rolla – truck handle. She licked her lips as he bent down, revealing the tightness of his ass, he turned and she could see the beginnings of a promising bulge in his trousers, her mind started to wander again…strong arms, holding her, guiding her, fondling her, she felt a rush of wetness and gave a small sigh. The driver gave a start, looking at her questioningly? Seeing where she had been looking, he grinned; it was his turn to blush now!
She smiled, looking him full in the face and brazenly said “I do hope that you are on the delivery run for the next consignment, maybe I could invite you in for a drink or something next time….”
He gave a gulp, and whispered, “Oh yes, or something”
With an agile leap he got into the cab and drove away, leaving her reeling and an unmistakeable feeling in her now very damp pussy.
She returned to bolt the gates and go inside to finish off the ironing.
Flexible? Oh yes, she can do flexible!!
She muttered to herself as she banged down the iron so hard the board wobbled. Shame! She had woken in such a good mood as well, a smile as she remembered the passionate love making from the night before with her husband. The way they had blended together deliciously as they both came to an explosive orgasm at the same time, their juices mixing to perfection. The tender kisses afterwards as he held her in his arms to tell her that he loved her as they both fell asleep, exhausted, but highly satisfied. The way he had cheekily pinched her bottom as she tried to get dressed after a shower, teasing her, trying to get her to stay in their warm bed. But alas, she couldn’t, it was a work day, giving him a regretful kiss, with a firm fondle of his half erect cock for good measure. That would have to suffice until tonight, when hopefully they could repeat their performance of the night before.
So, what had changed? Well for a start the child had been a handful, not wanting to do his spellings before school, playing up for his parents, the school run fraught with bad drivers.
Flexibility, was the word that the lady of the house had used wasn’t it? According to them, she ‘owed’ them some time as she’d had extra holidays over the summer, holidays that THEY had taken, not her! Bang went the iron again. Just how flexible was a person supposed to be? Take the furball to the vets she asks, take the furball to the grooming parlour, do some shopping, do some ironing and now? Well, a short notice she was expected to wait in for a delivery – THEIR delivery. Why not have it delivered on a Saturday when they would be in, why should she waste her own time, besides she’d had plans for today – plans now scuppered. Plan’s, which had included a play with her new toys from Love Honey and an indulgent bath.
A bell ringing brought her back to the present, she ran quickly down the two flights of stairs, arriving breathless at the door. She opened the door and gave an involuntary gasp; the driver had the most gorgeous blue eyes, all twinkly and full of mischief. Oh yes she thought – I wouldn’t turn him out of bed in the morning! Blushing at her audacity, she smiled at him and said
“Good Morning!”
“Delivery, Mrs…err, (looking down at his clipboard)…. Clarke.”
She stammered back, “I, errr, Im not…I errr, only work here!”
He laughed, and said “No matter, where shall I drop my load then?”
She blushed again, as she thought to herself naughtily, Oh yes, I could tell you where I wanted you to drop your load...”Oh, err, any chance you can take it round the back please?”
“Yes, sure, no problem, I’ll just get the pallet! And walked back towards the vehicle.
She stood for a moment longer than was polite, to admire his tight ass as he disappeared round the front of the van.
A rustle to her right startled her! She turned quickly, to bring into view Bill, the gardener, who gave her a knowing grin and a wink. Damn him! She swore under her breath. He knew she had been lusting after the driver. At the same time, her heart did a back flip, good looking he was NOT, but the way he moved silently around the garden, the way he spoke to her with a teasing smile. He had large hands that tended the gardens of the big house, hands that she wished would caress her, like he caressed the roses, hands that would draw her to his cock and ride her like he rode the lawnmower…OMG! She thought, I can’t believe that I just thought that. Shaking her head to clear her mind and taking a deep breath, she moved to the side of the house to open the gates to allow the driver to make his delivery. A clatter of wheels and the driver came into view, she pointed to the space in the corner of the garden. She returned to the house to get a pen to sign the delivery note, passing the window cleaner on the way, who also gave her a knowing wink! Christ! She thought, they are all at it today; male hormones must on special offer at Asda!
She got the pen and went to the truck to sign, standing and watching the driver as he expertly put the truck back, muscles effortlessly pumping up and down on the Rolla – truck handle. She licked her lips as he bent down, revealing the tightness of his ass, he turned and she could see the beginnings of a promising bulge in his trousers, her mind started to wander again…strong arms, holding her, guiding her, fondling her, she felt a rush of wetness and gave a small sigh. The driver gave a start, looking at her questioningly? Seeing where she had been looking, he grinned; it was his turn to blush now!
She smiled, looking him full in the face and brazenly said “I do hope that you are on the delivery run for the next consignment, maybe I could invite you in for a drink or something next time….”
He gave a gulp, and whispered, “Oh yes, or something”
With an agile leap he got into the cab and drove away, leaving her reeling and an unmistakeable feeling in her now very damp pussy.
She returned to bolt the gates and go inside to finish off the ironing.
Flexible? Oh yes, she can do flexible!!
So today is the day
A short story that i wrote a few months back. Posted it on Love Honey and was pleased with the feedback, so I submitted it to Literotica. Got rejected at first, but Walrus spell/grammar checked it for me and re submitted it. Got 3 positive comments. Woo hoo!!
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So today is the day, long in planning and meticulous to the last.
Both of us having left our partners and children at home, neither of them any the wiser to our plans.
I arrive at the motel in good time and collect my case from the car - filled with goodies (from Love Honey of course) for BOTH our pleasures! I check in at reception and cant resist a small smirk, room 101 - the same number as the bondage bedroom kit from Love Honey.
With a little under two hours until our arranged meeting time, I take advantage and run myself a luxurious bath, filled with exquisite heavenly rose scented bubbles - bought especially from Lush. I want to feel really clean and smell nice after all don't I? Lying there, with the bubbles covering my ample breasts, my mind and then my hands start to wander. I run my hands downwards, stopping briefly on my stomach. A twinge of apprehension stirs, my stomach far from flat and bearing the evidence of having had children. But then I remember, we have both been honest about what we perceive to be our worst bits and have agreed it’s what makes us the people we are and not to dwell on it. Next my hands move towards my ass, mmmmm, quite firm - due in the main the work I have done in the gym, I’m told it’s one of my best points!! A shudder of pleasure starts in my spine and sweeps through my body, I find my hands now gently caressing my pubic mound, now probing with my fingers, sliding effortlessly inside me. I moan with arousal, my clitoris swelling ever so slightly at the touch of my fingers. I continue to stroke myself, enjoying the small waves of pleasure threatening to overtake me. With a sigh I remove my hand, I don't want to get too excited too soon do I? Plenty of time for all that later.
My heart beating faster, I get out of the bath and dry myself off. Now which set to wear? The all black lacy Basque set with the ribbons on, complete with suspenders and thong or the Pink and Black one - this nips in my waist nicely and makes me feel so damn good in it. The pink and black one it is then, nodding to myself it’s a wise choice as it fits better under the dress I have planned to wear. Zipping myself up, applying a light make up and then stopping to brush away an imaginary hair from my eyes, I then move into the bedroom. I empty the ice I had bought into the waste bin! It’s all that's available, a dearer hotel would have had an ice bucket, but we wanted to keep it low key so chose this Travelodge just outside of Birmingham. I put the bottle of Chablis in to cool for later.
A small dab of Jo Malone “vintage gardenia”, a last look around the room, I had decided to leave the case unpacked for now, wanting to open it together to reveal its treasures. Going back to straighten the duvet where I had sat down on the bed to fasten an errant suspender strap, I pick up my high heel shoes on the way out, I can’t walk very far in them, but I KNOW that wearing them makes me throw out my boobs and wiggle my ass.
I make my way slowly and seductively to the meeting point in the restaurant, making note of the admiring glances of several men cast my way (and the narrowed eyes of the women with them.... looking good then I guess?) I stop momentarily, my heart racing again and catch my breath. Already there and seated at the table with a bottle of wine, no turning back now as a look of recognition passes on their face. Our eyes meet and we smile, nice; I think to myself, pictures did not lie. I sit down and take a sip of the offered wine, our fingers brushing ever so slightly in the process. We make small talk while we wait for our meal, we have settled for a chicken salad, not wanting to partake of a heavy meal. Neither of us can manage to eat much, too nervous I guess, our minds on more pleasant things to follow later. Our fingers touch again and linger, a thumb gently but secretly caressing mine. I nervously lick my dry lips, raised eyebrows as in question? I give an almost inaudible sigh and nod ever so slightly, I ask for the bill and we leave the bar area. Collecting a suitcase from the car, we make our way to room 101. I can feel the eyes of the receptionist burning through the back of my head..well she can go fuck herself! It’s our time and I don't care what they are thinking anyway.
Opening the door to the room, we enter and carefully make sure it is locked, don't want to be disturbed do we. A slight awkward moment, a need to freshen up by both of us. I sit down nervously on the edge of the couch. Our eyes meet again as we move together and ever so gentle a kiss is planted upon my lips; I reciprocate, soft and tender. Hands moving across our bodies we caress, I nibble an ear, which elicits a groan of pleasure (must remember that one then) With general consensus we move over to the bed, hands guiding me to sit down and deftly unzipping my dress. Those same hands now caressing my neck, nibbling, sending ripples of pleasure through my whole body. We turn to face each other, and then from nowhere I start to shake, what is happening to me, WHAT am I doing here? I start to sob, I can’t control the tears now, coursing down my face, smudging the mascara I had so carefully applied earlier.
Gently arms move around me and hold me, a soft voice whispering in my ear
"Its okay you know, its okay to be nervous. We can stop if you want, no pressure!"
With a gulp I take a deep breath, No, I think to myself, I have wanted this for so long. Ideas have been forming in my head for months now, I have to go through with it or I will never know. A vision of my husband’s face flits through my mind, I’m sorry I whisper. I turn to face her and kiss her passionately back on the lips, Oh yes, Oh yes, this is right. Libby I sigh, Oh Libby I am ready for this. I have to find out. I want to make love to, be made love to by another woman. With a groan we sink to the bed and let our hands do the talking now.
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So today is the day, long in planning and meticulous to the last.
Both of us having left our partners and children at home, neither of them any the wiser to our plans.
I arrive at the motel in good time and collect my case from the car - filled with goodies (from Love Honey of course) for BOTH our pleasures! I check in at reception and cant resist a small smirk, room 101 - the same number as the bondage bedroom kit from Love Honey.
With a little under two hours until our arranged meeting time, I take advantage and run myself a luxurious bath, filled with exquisite heavenly rose scented bubbles - bought especially from Lush. I want to feel really clean and smell nice after all don't I? Lying there, with the bubbles covering my ample breasts, my mind and then my hands start to wander. I run my hands downwards, stopping briefly on my stomach. A twinge of apprehension stirs, my stomach far from flat and bearing the evidence of having had children. But then I remember, we have both been honest about what we perceive to be our worst bits and have agreed it’s what makes us the people we are and not to dwell on it. Next my hands move towards my ass, mmmmm, quite firm - due in the main the work I have done in the gym, I’m told it’s one of my best points!! A shudder of pleasure starts in my spine and sweeps through my body, I find my hands now gently caressing my pubic mound, now probing with my fingers, sliding effortlessly inside me. I moan with arousal, my clitoris swelling ever so slightly at the touch of my fingers. I continue to stroke myself, enjoying the small waves of pleasure threatening to overtake me. With a sigh I remove my hand, I don't want to get too excited too soon do I? Plenty of time for all that later.
My heart beating faster, I get out of the bath and dry myself off. Now which set to wear? The all black lacy Basque set with the ribbons on, complete with suspenders and thong or the Pink and Black one - this nips in my waist nicely and makes me feel so damn good in it. The pink and black one it is then, nodding to myself it’s a wise choice as it fits better under the dress I have planned to wear. Zipping myself up, applying a light make up and then stopping to brush away an imaginary hair from my eyes, I then move into the bedroom. I empty the ice I had bought into the waste bin! It’s all that's available, a dearer hotel would have had an ice bucket, but we wanted to keep it low key so chose this Travelodge just outside of Birmingham. I put the bottle of Chablis in to cool for later.
A small dab of Jo Malone “vintage gardenia”, a last look around the room, I had decided to leave the case unpacked for now, wanting to open it together to reveal its treasures. Going back to straighten the duvet where I had sat down on the bed to fasten an errant suspender strap, I pick up my high heel shoes on the way out, I can’t walk very far in them, but I KNOW that wearing them makes me throw out my boobs and wiggle my ass.
I make my way slowly and seductively to the meeting point in the restaurant, making note of the admiring glances of several men cast my way (and the narrowed eyes of the women with them.... looking good then I guess?) I stop momentarily, my heart racing again and catch my breath. Already there and seated at the table with a bottle of wine, no turning back now as a look of recognition passes on their face. Our eyes meet and we smile, nice; I think to myself, pictures did not lie. I sit down and take a sip of the offered wine, our fingers brushing ever so slightly in the process. We make small talk while we wait for our meal, we have settled for a chicken salad, not wanting to partake of a heavy meal. Neither of us can manage to eat much, too nervous I guess, our minds on more pleasant things to follow later. Our fingers touch again and linger, a thumb gently but secretly caressing mine. I nervously lick my dry lips, raised eyebrows as in question? I give an almost inaudible sigh and nod ever so slightly, I ask for the bill and we leave the bar area. Collecting a suitcase from the car, we make our way to room 101. I can feel the eyes of the receptionist burning through the back of my head..well she can go fuck herself! It’s our time and I don't care what they are thinking anyway.
Opening the door to the room, we enter and carefully make sure it is locked, don't want to be disturbed do we. A slight awkward moment, a need to freshen up by both of us. I sit down nervously on the edge of the couch. Our eyes meet again as we move together and ever so gentle a kiss is planted upon my lips; I reciprocate, soft and tender. Hands moving across our bodies we caress, I nibble an ear, which elicits a groan of pleasure (must remember that one then) With general consensus we move over to the bed, hands guiding me to sit down and deftly unzipping my dress. Those same hands now caressing my neck, nibbling, sending ripples of pleasure through my whole body. We turn to face each other, and then from nowhere I start to shake, what is happening to me, WHAT am I doing here? I start to sob, I can’t control the tears now, coursing down my face, smudging the mascara I had so carefully applied earlier.
Gently arms move around me and hold me, a soft voice whispering in my ear
"Its okay you know, its okay to be nervous. We can stop if you want, no pressure!"
With a gulp I take a deep breath, No, I think to myself, I have wanted this for so long. Ideas have been forming in my head for months now, I have to go through with it or I will never know. A vision of my husband’s face flits through my mind, I’m sorry I whisper. I turn to face her and kiss her passionately back on the lips, Oh yes, Oh yes, this is right. Libby I sigh, Oh Libby I am ready for this. I have to find out. I want to make love to, be made love to by another woman. With a groan we sink to the bed and let our hands do the talking now.
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