The Opera Singer
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I split up with my long term partner in 2002. I was 39 and needed a place to live. A friend of a friend said there was a room going in a 2 bedroom cottage right in the city of Adelaide. Turned out, I actually knew the girl that lived there, as I was involved in Theatre at the time, and often met Opera singers. It's a small sector in Adelaide, so even if I mention her first name, you would be able to find her, so let's call her Sue.
The house was great. Right in town, it meant I could go to my favourite pub and walk home, and although there were no pets allowed, I moved in with a small black dog; a Kelpie, and I can't even tell you her name because people would know. (she was famous!)
The cottage was an old Victorian workers place; front door with one window to the left, and a hallway in front of you when you walked in. Then there was the second bedroom on the left, and you walked into the living room, with the kitchen at the back followed by the bathroom. The place had no heating except for a pot belly stove in the kitchen but I didn't mind. I was a builder, and always had a trailer full of timber offcuts. The house was always warm, and Sue said she was thankful because she couldn't afford to be running electric heaters in Winter.
I moved in, and wasn't really that interested in forming a "home". For me, it was just another place before I found another place. I was single again, and lived like a single again; going to the pub every night, and not worrying about being drunk and driving, because I could walk home in 15 minutes. I hardly saw Sue. Occasionaly, I heard her prectising singing. I was out early every morning going to building sites, and she didn't realy surface before 10. I would drop the truck and the dog home every afternoon and head for the pub before we got home.
After about two weeks living there, I came home from the pub one night, and stood at the front door, trying to put the key in the door quietly. I could hear moaning through the window to the left, so I figured she must be entertaining someone, and I tried to be even quieter. I slipped in through the front door, held the latch so it wouldn't "click", then leaned my shoulder against it so it would close quietly. The house was dark except for the light under her door. I started to sneak to the next door, hoping the floorboards wouldn't creak too much.
"Hello there" came the voice.
"Hello" I whispered, heading to my room.
"Have you had a good night?" (this was weird!)
"Yes, thanks" I said, taking another step.
"Come and talk to me. I've hardly seen you." Apparently, she was alone. I opened the door halfway.
"It's okay, you can come in."
I went in, and there she was, snuggled up in bed. The little house was warm, as she'd lit the fire as I'd taught her, earlier in the evening, and she had girl stuff like candles and cushions all around her. I didn't know if I was supposed to pretend I hadn't heard her moaning a minute before.
"Come and sit here" she said, indicating the bed. This was weird. I sat down.
Sue was what you would look for now if you googled "chubby teens". Young girls can get away with a certain amount of fat, because they look inflatable. They don't get fatty folds or stretch marks until they get older. Sue was 19. Sue was twenty years younger than me. As I was to find that year, some younger women have a fascination for older men, until they grow out of it.
"Take your coat off. It's too warm in here. I did so, and placed it on the chair in the corner, and sat back down on the side of the bed. "How was your night?"
I said it had been pretty good, and tried to mention names that she might know, and how we had drunk to much for a work night. She said "It's been boring here. Just me and Mr Pinky" whereupon, she pulled down the quilt and produced a pink dildo.
As I said before, she wasn't pretty and she was chubby. She was also wearing mens' flannellette pyjamas. The type with button-up top like a shirt. The type with a draw string around the waist, and a big fly.
"I've been sticking in here" she said, as she parted the fly in her pyjamas. I instantly got the musty smell of her humid vagina, and noticed the neatly trimmed black hairs of her smoo, framed in the pyjama opening she was now offering to me. Her hand was now fiddling with the zip of my jeans. "Want to have a go?" Her left arm reached under her bed and pulled out a biscuit tin full of condoms and lube. I pulled off my trousers.
She wanted me to fuck her with her pyjamas on. i pulled open her pants as far as they would go, and eased my cock into her hot snatch. Being plump, her snatch was too, and I enjoyed the way it swelled up as I entered her. I wondered what the rest of her looked like, as she was still fully clothed. As I sterted to pump away, it was clear that she had an enormous chest pumping up and down. She slowly undid her buttons..
She left the top button done up, and undid the second, then third, then fourth, and then those massive pillows exploded out! Being only 19, she still had puffy nipples! Enormous puffy nipples on enourmous breasts, that still looked inflatable. They bounced and bounced; these enormous big white globes, with lovely pointy pink nipples that weren't quite proper nipples yet; kept bouncing and bouncing until I shot my wad inside her.
Finally, she took off the pyjamas, and lay there. As I said, at 19, she was plump, but not saggy anywhere. everything was just "rounded" and her tits looked fantastic; torpedoes pointed at the ceiling. Now, she's probably a fat saggy cow.
I fucked her naked that night, and because she wasn't really special to me, I pulled out and splooged on her face.
I only lived there another couple of months, and I fucked that snatch and that big white cleavage many more times, but while I was living there, I got to meet Sues's mother, who was blonde, slim and only 38.
That's another story.
The house was great. Right in town, it meant I could go to my favourite pub and walk home, and although there were no pets allowed, I moved in with a small black dog; a Kelpie, and I can't even tell you her name because people would know. (she was famous!)
The cottage was an old Victorian workers place; front door with one window to the left, and a hallway in front of you when you walked in. Then there was the second bedroom on the left, and you walked into the living room, with the kitchen at the back followed by the bathroom. The place had no heating except for a pot belly stove in the kitchen but I didn't mind. I was a builder, and always had a trailer full of timber offcuts. The house was always warm, and Sue said she was thankful because she couldn't afford to be running electric heaters in Winter.
I moved in, and wasn't really that interested in forming a "home". For me, it was just another place before I found another place. I was single again, and lived like a single again; going to the pub every night, and not worrying about being drunk and driving, because I could walk home in 15 minutes. I hardly saw Sue. Occasionaly, I heard her prectising singing. I was out early every morning going to building sites, and she didn't realy surface before 10. I would drop the truck and the dog home every afternoon and head for the pub before we got home.
After about two weeks living there, I came home from the pub one night, and stood at the front door, trying to put the key in the door quietly. I could hear moaning through the window to the left, so I figured she must be entertaining someone, and I tried to be even quieter. I slipped in through the front door, held the latch so it wouldn't "click", then leaned my shoulder against it so it would close quietly. The house was dark except for the light under her door. I started to sneak to the next door, hoping the floorboards wouldn't creak too much.
"Hello there" came the voice.
"Hello" I whispered, heading to my room.
"Have you had a good night?" (this was weird!)
"Yes, thanks" I said, taking another step.
"Come and talk to me. I've hardly seen you." Apparently, she was alone. I opened the door halfway.
"It's okay, you can come in."
I went in, and there she was, snuggled up in bed. The little house was warm, as she'd lit the fire as I'd taught her, earlier in the evening, and she had girl stuff like candles and cushions all around her. I didn't know if I was supposed to pretend I hadn't heard her moaning a minute before.
"Come and sit here" she said, indicating the bed. This was weird. I sat down.
Sue was what you would look for now if you googled "chubby teens". Young girls can get away with a certain amount of fat, because they look inflatable. They don't get fatty folds or stretch marks until they get older. Sue was 19. Sue was twenty years younger than me. As I was to find that year, some younger women have a fascination for older men, until they grow out of it.
"Take your coat off. It's too warm in here. I did so, and placed it on the chair in the corner, and sat back down on the side of the bed. "How was your night?"
I said it had been pretty good, and tried to mention names that she might know, and how we had drunk to much for a work night. She said "It's been boring here. Just me and Mr Pinky" whereupon, she pulled down the quilt and produced a pink dildo.
As I said before, she wasn't pretty and she was chubby. She was also wearing mens' flannellette pyjamas. The type with button-up top like a shirt. The type with a draw string around the waist, and a big fly.
"I've been sticking in here" she said, as she parted the fly in her pyjamas. I instantly got the musty smell of her humid vagina, and noticed the neatly trimmed black hairs of her smoo, framed in the pyjama opening she was now offering to me. Her hand was now fiddling with the zip of my jeans. "Want to have a go?" Her left arm reached under her bed and pulled out a biscuit tin full of condoms and lube. I pulled off my trousers.
She wanted me to fuck her with her pyjamas on. i pulled open her pants as far as they would go, and eased my cock into her hot snatch. Being plump, her snatch was too, and I enjoyed the way it swelled up as I entered her. I wondered what the rest of her looked like, as she was still fully clothed. As I sterted to pump away, it was clear that she had an enormous chest pumping up and down. She slowly undid her buttons..
She left the top button done up, and undid the second, then third, then fourth, and then those massive pillows exploded out! Being only 19, she still had puffy nipples! Enormous puffy nipples on enourmous breasts, that still looked inflatable. They bounced and bounced; these enormous big white globes, with lovely pointy pink nipples that weren't quite proper nipples yet; kept bouncing and bouncing until I shot my wad inside her.
Finally, she took off the pyjamas, and lay there. As I said, at 19, she was plump, but not saggy anywhere. everything was just "rounded" and her tits looked fantastic; torpedoes pointed at the ceiling. Now, she's probably a fat saggy cow.
I fucked her naked that night, and because she wasn't really special to me, I pulled out and splooged on her face.
I only lived there another couple of months, and I fucked that snatch and that big white cleavage many more times, but while I was living there, I got to meet Sues's mother, who was blonde, slim and only 38.
That's another story.
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