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(Please note the people mentioned in these stories are fictional and bare no relationship to people either alive or dead. These stories contain explicit sexual descriptions and are aimed at the over 18’s)
I sat and drank my coffee while watching Jo-Anne move about the kitchen as we waited for the gasman to finish his checks. It felt like it took hours but was probably only about 30 mins. Smiling at him she let him out then came back and sat to finish her coffee. I thought the interruption had blown the moment as she sat with cup in hand looking miles away.
“What’s up?”
I asked, placing my cup on the table. Jo-Anne seemed to suddenly snap out of it and looking at me, suddenly said.
“You must think I’m easy. A few kisses on my neck and I’m almost ready to let you have your way with me.”
It surprised me but then I thought how should I answer that? Sexually experienced may be, but still a lot to learn where women were concerned.
“Jo-Anne, I don’t think you are easy. I came to your home because we seemed to get on so well in the pool. I am sorry if I misread your signals. Perhaps I should leave and we can arrange another time if you want to?”
Standing I thought well its now or never. Maybe I was pushing her too far. I moved towards the door.
“I’m sorry Jake, please don’t go. I won’t tell you we will go any further than talking but I would like to sit and chat and get to know you better.”
I walked the one step back to the chair, then sitting looked Jo-Anne in the face. She had what looked like teary eyes but she wasn’t crying almost but not quite. I leaned forward taking her closest hand in mine then standing lead her into the sitting room. Sitting on the sofa I wrapped my arm about her gently pulling her closer to me. She never argued, just rested her head on my shoulder.
“I haven’t been entirely honest with you Jake. He didn’t walk out on me. I left him because he started to be violent and the women’s organisation helped me to get away from him. They found us this nice house but we are miles from my family and friends so I feel so alone when Ron is at school.
Telling her its ok, I felt her relax into my side. The tears were running now as though she didn’t know. They had streaked down her cheeks. I wasn’t really sure how to proceed so I just lifted her chin till I could see her sparkling green eyes and slowly lowered my lips to hers. Not in a sexual way, no more a friendly way. I felt her kiss me back and relaxed and enjoyed a prolonged kissing session. I never tried to touch her at all, other than with my lips. As we broke away from each other she smiled at me.
Here was this beautiful woman with tear streaks down her cheeks and such a lovely smile on her face. We started to talk about her rough times with her husband and how one day after he had left for work, they picked her and Ron up. Since then she was consistently looking over her shoulder just in case. Beats me how you can hurt someone you love and then claim it was her fault. But I had heard that story from some of the lads that came to the home too, so I knew it happened just didn’t understand it. She cuddled into me and suddenly asked,
“Is it alright if we stay in today and perhaps go out another time.
“Of course, its past lunchtime, would you like something to eat? I can make it, just let me loose in the kitchen.
I guess that was one of the good things about the home we were all taught to cook to a fashion, so that we could take care of ourselves. We were taught cleaning and tidying up, how to press our clothes, and how to use the washer. With the exception of the very youngest we were all expected to fit in our chores every day. Leaving her laying on the sofa I went into the kitchen.
Looking around found some bacon and eggs in the fridge, some tomatoes and an onion in the vegetable rack. She didn’t have a load of different pans but she had a nice deep-frying pan. It took about thirty minutes before a passible omelette was ready and tea in the pot.
“Do you take sugar and milk in your tea?”
I asked as I entered back into the sitting room to find her just starting to sit up from what looked like a catnap.
“Ermmm yes, sorry I must have dozed off. I don’t sleep at night very much I am still getting used to the noises here”
I knew all about that, when I first went into the home the dark held such nightmares that every sound was frightening. You don’t get over it you just get used to them.
“It’s on the table, come get it while it’s hot!”
She got up and walked toward me as I pulled out the chair for her to sit. I moved and took the other seat while she picked up her fork and taking a small piece of omelette, daintily placed it in her mouth.
“Mmmmm this is lovely!”
She said as she continued to eat, her smile starting to light up her face. It was nice watching her eat and clean her plate. We finally finished the meal and this time she took my hand and gently led me to the sofa. It felt like I had finally made a dent in her defences. We sat for about fifteen minutes then she turned my head and started to kiss me. This was no friendly kiss, this time she used her tongue and as hard as I tried to keep my hands from wandering, I could feel her breasts and nipples come under my palms. She didn’t try to stop me but seemed content to keep kissing me while I worked gently on her breasts over her dress.
I was so into the moment as she was too, that I never realised I had her dress unbuttoned down to her waste. My hands slid in to feel her bra and then around her back to unclip it. I stopped with her breasts free from any encumbrance and lifting my head from her lips said,
“Are you alright with this? I will stop anytime you want!”
She never said anything just smiled and pulled my head back to hers, with our lips locked together my hands felt they had been given the go ahead. The dress buttons went all the way down the front and when the last one was undone, I raised my head to see her beautiful body. She tucked her head into my shoulder and I started to kiss down her neck lightly all the time taking it easy in case she wanted to stop.
As my lips started to run lower towards her nipples my hand and fingers were running upwards towards her thong. I could feel the turmoil in her body wondering if she could stop me, infact wondering if she wanted to. Her legs opened so that my hand could gain access to her pussy. My tongue had her nipples rock hard as I kept working on them.
I eased her thong to one side and started the pleasurable touches on her pussy and clit. She grabbed me tightly and suddenly yelled at me to keep going. I felt the orgasmic juices run over my fingers and hand while my mouth moved lower and lower. Still working her pussy my mouth sort out her clit which was standing proud of her hood between her juicy lips.
I let my fingers penetrate her while I sucked onto her clit. She was fucking my hand then all of a sudden, her body forced onto my hand as far as it would go and she literally screamed,
“Ohhhhhhhhh Gawd I’m coming again. Don’t stop, PLEASE DON’T STOP!”
I knew she would not let me fuck her so was ready to stop when she said,
“I can’t let you go all the way! Please stop, I’m so sorry.”
Yes, I was rock hard my cock was already leaking but as hard as it was to stop and just hold her that’s what I did. I cuddled her into me and felt her start to cry. Softly I spoke to her asking her what was the matter and in a sort of sobbing style voice she said she felt awful but couldn’t, as she wasn’t on the pill, she was scared to get pregnant again. Its alright there is more than one way to get rid of this feeling for me either with your help or without. Her sobs subsided and I asked,
“Did you enjoy it? If so, let’s have no more tears because I enjoyed doing it!”
She smiled and eased my cock out of my trousers and started a fast-gentle rhythm it took maybe a few minutes for me to shoot. As I cuddled her to me, I knew it was getting time for her to go and get Ron from school.
“I hope you will let me see you again?”
She smiled and said,
“I will ring you this time”
I wrote down my number and said anytime. Dressing I went to catch the bus back to the home. I knew that Maureen would want to see the footage that the camera had taken but I liked Jo-Anne a lot and thought if I downloaded Mary’s footage and said nothing happened with Jo-Anne she might not bother searching for it. It was quite dangerous as if she thought I was lying she had ways of punishing me.
Sitting at the computer I downloaded Mary’s film onto a DVD and was pleased it started with her squeezing in beside me. Then I did the same with Jo-Anne’s I was so tempted to watch it back but would have to wait till it was safer. So, having named Jo-Anne’s as Prim22 I placed it with others, which were used to show prospective foster carers what we were like. Labelling Marys I went in to give Maureen the new DVD.
“Well was she worth the time you have been away?”
“I think you will like what I have brought home.”
“Okay we will watch it after tea, now get changed and then make something to eat for fifteen of us. Gypsy toast will do with a topping of grilled cheese.
I didn’t argue, just went and changed and made tea. My phone was in my pocket on silent and as we all sat to eat Maureen dished out tomorrow’s chores. It almost made me feel like today didn’t happen. Same old grind never seems to change it could be worse, I guess.
I sat and drank my coffee while watching Jo-Anne move about the kitchen as we waited for the gasman to finish his checks. It felt like it took hours but was probably only about 30 mins. Smiling at him she let him out then came back and sat to finish her coffee. I thought the interruption had blown the moment as she sat with cup in hand looking miles away.
“What’s up?”
I asked, placing my cup on the table. Jo-Anne seemed to suddenly snap out of it and looking at me, suddenly said.
“You must think I’m easy. A few kisses on my neck and I’m almost ready to let you have your way with me.”
It surprised me but then I thought how should I answer that? Sexually experienced may be, but still a lot to learn where women were concerned.
“Jo-Anne, I don’t think you are easy. I came to your home because we seemed to get on so well in the pool. I am sorry if I misread your signals. Perhaps I should leave and we can arrange another time if you want to?”
Standing I thought well its now or never. Maybe I was pushing her too far. I moved towards the door.
“I’m sorry Jake, please don’t go. I won’t tell you we will go any further than talking but I would like to sit and chat and get to know you better.”
I walked the one step back to the chair, then sitting looked Jo-Anne in the face. She had what looked like teary eyes but she wasn’t crying almost but not quite. I leaned forward taking her closest hand in mine then standing lead her into the sitting room. Sitting on the sofa I wrapped my arm about her gently pulling her closer to me. She never argued, just rested her head on my shoulder.
“I haven’t been entirely honest with you Jake. He didn’t walk out on me. I left him because he started to be violent and the women’s organisation helped me to get away from him. They found us this nice house but we are miles from my family and friends so I feel so alone when Ron is at school.
Telling her its ok, I felt her relax into my side. The tears were running now as though she didn’t know. They had streaked down her cheeks. I wasn’t really sure how to proceed so I just lifted her chin till I could see her sparkling green eyes and slowly lowered my lips to hers. Not in a sexual way, no more a friendly way. I felt her kiss me back and relaxed and enjoyed a prolonged kissing session. I never tried to touch her at all, other than with my lips. As we broke away from each other she smiled at me.
Here was this beautiful woman with tear streaks down her cheeks and such a lovely smile on her face. We started to talk about her rough times with her husband and how one day after he had left for work, they picked her and Ron up. Since then she was consistently looking over her shoulder just in case. Beats me how you can hurt someone you love and then claim it was her fault. But I had heard that story from some of the lads that came to the home too, so I knew it happened just didn’t understand it. She cuddled into me and suddenly asked,
“Is it alright if we stay in today and perhaps go out another time.
“Of course, its past lunchtime, would you like something to eat? I can make it, just let me loose in the kitchen.
I guess that was one of the good things about the home we were all taught to cook to a fashion, so that we could take care of ourselves. We were taught cleaning and tidying up, how to press our clothes, and how to use the washer. With the exception of the very youngest we were all expected to fit in our chores every day. Leaving her laying on the sofa I went into the kitchen.
Looking around found some bacon and eggs in the fridge, some tomatoes and an onion in the vegetable rack. She didn’t have a load of different pans but she had a nice deep-frying pan. It took about thirty minutes before a passible omelette was ready and tea in the pot.
“Do you take sugar and milk in your tea?”
I asked as I entered back into the sitting room to find her just starting to sit up from what looked like a catnap.
“Ermmm yes, sorry I must have dozed off. I don’t sleep at night very much I am still getting used to the noises here”
I knew all about that, when I first went into the home the dark held such nightmares that every sound was frightening. You don’t get over it you just get used to them.
“It’s on the table, come get it while it’s hot!”
She got up and walked toward me as I pulled out the chair for her to sit. I moved and took the other seat while she picked up her fork and taking a small piece of omelette, daintily placed it in her mouth.
“Mmmmm this is lovely!”
She said as she continued to eat, her smile starting to light up her face. It was nice watching her eat and clean her plate. We finally finished the meal and this time she took my hand and gently led me to the sofa. It felt like I had finally made a dent in her defences. We sat for about fifteen minutes then she turned my head and started to kiss me. This was no friendly kiss, this time she used her tongue and as hard as I tried to keep my hands from wandering, I could feel her breasts and nipples come under my palms. She didn’t try to stop me but seemed content to keep kissing me while I worked gently on her breasts over her dress.
I was so into the moment as she was too, that I never realised I had her dress unbuttoned down to her waste. My hands slid in to feel her bra and then around her back to unclip it. I stopped with her breasts free from any encumbrance and lifting my head from her lips said,
“Are you alright with this? I will stop anytime you want!”
She never said anything just smiled and pulled my head back to hers, with our lips locked together my hands felt they had been given the go ahead. The dress buttons went all the way down the front and when the last one was undone, I raised my head to see her beautiful body. She tucked her head into my shoulder and I started to kiss down her neck lightly all the time taking it easy in case she wanted to stop.
As my lips started to run lower towards her nipples my hand and fingers were running upwards towards her thong. I could feel the turmoil in her body wondering if she could stop me, infact wondering if she wanted to. Her legs opened so that my hand could gain access to her pussy. My tongue had her nipples rock hard as I kept working on them.
I eased her thong to one side and started the pleasurable touches on her pussy and clit. She grabbed me tightly and suddenly yelled at me to keep going. I felt the orgasmic juices run over my fingers and hand while my mouth moved lower and lower. Still working her pussy my mouth sort out her clit which was standing proud of her hood between her juicy lips.
I let my fingers penetrate her while I sucked onto her clit. She was fucking my hand then all of a sudden, her body forced onto my hand as far as it would go and she literally screamed,
“Ohhhhhhhhh Gawd I’m coming again. Don’t stop, PLEASE DON’T STOP!”
I knew she would not let me fuck her so was ready to stop when she said,
“I can’t let you go all the way! Please stop, I’m so sorry.”
Yes, I was rock hard my cock was already leaking but as hard as it was to stop and just hold her that’s what I did. I cuddled her into me and felt her start to cry. Softly I spoke to her asking her what was the matter and in a sort of sobbing style voice she said she felt awful but couldn’t, as she wasn’t on the pill, she was scared to get pregnant again. Its alright there is more than one way to get rid of this feeling for me either with your help or without. Her sobs subsided and I asked,
“Did you enjoy it? If so, let’s have no more tears because I enjoyed doing it!”
She smiled and eased my cock out of my trousers and started a fast-gentle rhythm it took maybe a few minutes for me to shoot. As I cuddled her to me, I knew it was getting time for her to go and get Ron from school.
“I hope you will let me see you again?”
She smiled and said,
“I will ring you this time”
I wrote down my number and said anytime. Dressing I went to catch the bus back to the home. I knew that Maureen would want to see the footage that the camera had taken but I liked Jo-Anne a lot and thought if I downloaded Mary’s footage and said nothing happened with Jo-Anne she might not bother searching for it. It was quite dangerous as if she thought I was lying she had ways of punishing me.
Sitting at the computer I downloaded Mary’s film onto a DVD and was pleased it started with her squeezing in beside me. Then I did the same with Jo-Anne’s I was so tempted to watch it back but would have to wait till it was safer. So, having named Jo-Anne’s as Prim22 I placed it with others, which were used to show prospective foster carers what we were like. Labelling Marys I went in to give Maureen the new DVD.
“Well was she worth the time you have been away?”
“I think you will like what I have brought home.”
“Okay we will watch it after tea, now get changed and then make something to eat for fifteen of us. Gypsy toast will do with a topping of grilled cheese.
I didn’t argue, just went and changed and made tea. My phone was in my pocket on silent and as we all sat to eat Maureen dished out tomorrow’s chores. It almost made me feel like today didn’t happen. Same old grind never seems to change it could be worse, I guess.
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