Monday, 13 February 2023

The Estate - Part 2

The day was quite busy. I had some Zoom calls, and I had a rather terse encounter with my man at one of my sites. He seemed to think that because the civil servants were working from home, ie doing nothing, that he didn’t have to do anything either. I explained to him in simple terms. He worked for me. Doing nothing was not an option unless he wanted to leave the job, right now, this instant. He could then go home and do nothing. That was fine. He would of course not receive the very handsome sum I was paying him. He could stay but he would have to work twice as hard because the civil servants were not working. He was not happy, I didn’t give a shit. He stayed. Of course. These contracts were becoming very difficult with so many people demanding the right to work from home. When they worked from home they did nothing in the office, and it was in the office that my contract demanded results. Ah well. It had taken my mind of the tryst, the unexpected tryst.



After we had dinner Jools pointed out to me that we hadn’t, for a while. Was I going off her? ‘Are you looking for a younger model?’ she asked. I think she was joking, I leant forward and softly kissed her lips, my tongue gently teasing between them, my right hand caressing her left breast through her blouse. I felt her nipple harden as I tweaked at it, my lips still gentle on hers and my left hand crept under her skirt and stroked between her legs. Naughty girl wasn’t wearing panties.


“Mmmm” she murmured into my face, “I thought that you had forgotten the way.”


“Oh no baby will never lose the way to your jewellery box,” I replied as my finger pressed between her legs and entered her, my thumb pressing down on her clitoris. I felt her hands at my belt as she undid it and pulled my zip down, eased my trousers and underpants down and took my hard cock in her hand. She has a way, no one else seems to have the touch that Jools has, she pulls my skin back and rubs the edge of my rim as she gently squeezes my balls. God I almost explode every time she does it. 


I eased my way down and licked along the valley of her sex, wet and wanting, my finger still inside her, pressing up as my tongue pressed down, pressing and pushing I felt her fanny tighten and begin to squeeze and I eased a second  finger into her arse, timing my pushes as her contractions eased.


I began rhythmically pumping into her fanny and her arse and at the same time I was gently chewing and pressing at her clitoris. She began to lift off the settee, her back arching and her contractions getting stronger. Jools gasped, clamped down on me tightly and gushed as she climaxed, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, of fuck” she gasped her nails digging painfully into my back, something I was glad of after the earlier episode with Greeta, at least that would cover up any marks that she had left, I could blame them all on Jools.


“Oh god Jase. Give me a minute and I will see to you, Jeez.” 


“Baby,” I said softly, “we can wait until tomorrow, but then I want your arse.”


“Okay, okay, anything you want, Jesus, I am seeing stars. Fuck” In honesty I was a little sore after the session with Greeta and Jools deserved my full attention, and a night to let my cock and balls further recover would benefit me and in turn, Jools.


“Are you sure you don’t mind waiting, you can have me if you want” Jools said as she kissed me, “I don’t want it to be one sided, ever.”


“Baby of course I don’t mind. Work was shitty and I would rather sleep on it and put that to bed so I could give you my full attention. If you don’t mind waiting then I don’t mind waiting.”


“Okay sweetie” and she snuggled into me, her hand resting on my upper thigh, millimetres from my softening cock. If she had gone back and resumed her ministrations, I doubt I could have waited until tomorrow, it was difficult enough, but whilst I was not being touched I could hold on. Greeta’s touch had been so recent that it felt real in my memory, real enough that there was a risk that I could use the wrong name in the moment, and that was too dangerous to contemplate. I tried to never use a real name during sex, always, ‘baby’ or ‘love’ or something similar. A throwback to my teen years where I had once accidentally called a girl by the wrong name. That lesson was hard learned and never forgotten.



“Morning Jase, fancy a brew?” It was Ash from a couple of doors away on the other side of the street. I had just got back from the post office and Jools was still at the Gym.


“Okay Ash, yeah, I have a few minutes.” I walked over the road to Ash’s, the car locked as the car key moved out of range. Ash was somewhere in his 40’s and lived alone. I knew he worked but had no idea where, and I was pretty sure he worked shifts, but if I am honest, I wasn’t really interested enough to ask.


Inside his house was immaculate, with nick-nacks and ornaments dotted around and art on the walls, not what I expected from a bloke that lived alone. Not exactly minimalist in furniture, but not too much. It looked comfortable and probably relatively easy to clean. 


“Breakfast or Earl?” Ash called from the kitchen. I walked through as the kettle was coming to the boil.


“Earl please, splash of milk, no sugar.”


“Coming up, bag left in the mug or removed?”


“Oh, leave it in, it slowly brews to its full flavour that way, I’m sure not precious about a teabag.”


I watched him as he constructed the teas, I was glad to see the mugs were porcelain, not Earthenware or plastic. He handed me my tea and I went through and sat on the settee, Ash followed and sat opposite in the armchair. “So,” he said, “what’s occurring in your neck of the woods?”


“Oh, not a lot, quite busy with a few contracts I have, luckily I can run most of them from my laptop at home, and that’s about it I think Ash. How about you?”


“Well, that’s just the thing. Not much happening really. Work is, well, let’s just say mundane makes it sound exiting, and my love life is pretty dead. But at least I am alive and kicking, alive and kicking. You seem to be getting it about a bit, which surprised me a bit to be honest.”


“What on earth do you mean, ‘getting it about’ and why would that surprise you?” Is this why he had invited me in for a drink, to gossip? Kind of odd I thought.


“Oh, I see things, you seem to have spent some time at Greeta’s and up at that woman Lena with the daughter with the boy’s name. And Margo over the road was asking about you too, nosey cow she is.”


Him calling her a nosey cow? Crikey that was a bit rich. “Nothing to say really, I rescued Lena’s daughter, Henry, from the rain the other day and popped in to make her a cup of tea to warm her up whilst she went up and got herself dried and out of the wet clothes, and as for Greeta, I just helped her with a heavy wardrobe, no idea why that would surprise you, don’t think I have spoken to Margo apart from a hello across the street.”


“Really, okay, fair enough, I can keep stum don’t worry. You know I’m gay I presume?”


Well, no, I didn’t. I had no idea and I didn’t care frankly. “No, what difference does it make?”


“Well my gaydar is usually spot on shall we say. Although it can get a little confused when the reality I see is at odds with the vibes I feel.”


“Ash, I have no idea what you are talking about, I really don’t” I didn’t. First he was going on about me spending time in female neighbours houses as if I was up to something, and then he was rabbiting on about gaydar.


“No? Okay, fair enough, I must have it wrong is all.”


“Ash, I have no idea what you are going on about, got what wrong? You seemed interested why I was in some of the ladies’ houses and then you are on a bout gaydar, you really are making no sense.”


“Well, I know some gay, or probably more accurately Bi, men who hide it by spending time with women, as if to say ‘look at me, nothing gay to see here, I fuck women’.


“Jesus Ash. I don’t give a fuck about sexuality and who people fuck, and I have no interest at all in who fucks who.”


“So, you have never fucked a bloke?”


Well, of course I have, but that is nothing to do with Ash. “Ash I do not have to answer that question, not because you think I am gay and are trying to trick me into confirming it, but because I don’t discuss my sex life with anyone. If, and it is a big if, if I were to have a liaison or affair, then the only two people that would know would be the two of us involved. I do not discuss personal matters like that with anyone.”  


“Why not? It’s just sex, it’s just a fuck. Answer me this, what is the difference between fucking a woman in the arse and fucking a man in the arse?”


“There you go again, trying to trick me into saying I know the difference between a male and female arse. I am not discussing it Ash.”


“I think if you saw my arse you would want to plunge your cock in to it, you could pretend to yourself that my arse was your wife’s arse which I am sure you fuck regularly.”


I just shook my head and sipped at my tea. Something had gotten into him, God only knows what, but this was a strange conversation. I could understand it after a few too many beers, but after barely drunk tea? I just sipped my tea. I really had no desire to see his arse.


“Ash, I’m going to go, I have a load of work to do, thanks for the tea, we’ll chat another time.” I got up, this really was too odd.


“Run away then man, run away from what you are.” There was no aggression, he just sat there, a sad look on his face. I shut the door behind me.





I got a whatsapp request from an unknown number, I confirmed it was okay to receive, well I could always block if necessary. It was a picture of a woman getting out of the shower, her legs apart enough that I had a clear view of her naked hairless fanny. The woman was not looking at the camera, so I wondered if she knew the photo was being taken. She was probably late 30’s, early 40’s, boobs a nice size with rather large nipples. A bit of a tummy on her, blond hair down to her shoulders. Yeah, nice. But I had no idea who she was nor who had sent it. Henry’s mom was a possibility for the woman, so probably from Henry, but I couldn’t be sure. I didn’t reply or comment, but I saved the photo just in case it decided to auto delete before I had a chance to have a good look at it.



Jools came home early, unlike her. “God I am fucking mad” were her words of greeting.


“Er, okay, nice to see you back early, why are you mad?”


“I work in a security firm, you would think that they took security seriously, but no, oh no. The system has been hacked. Ransomware. Can’t do anything without computers, can’t use the computers. IT people are in trying to sort it, and then there will be a forensic investigation to find out how it got in and who, if anyone, broke what, if any rules. So, go home and come back on Monday was the decision from the Board. They don’t want any of us in there getting in the way of IT.”

“More like they don’t want a guilty person trying to cover their tracks” I suggested.

“So, a long weekend that I didn’t need.”

“But nice though. We can spend some time together.”

“Yes.”

“Don’t sound so enthusiastic.”

“Sorry. I’m just mad.”

“I noticed.”

“It is just so annoying.”

“Yes, you said. Are they going to pay the ransom?” 

“No, we take daily backups which are kept and then each backup is compared to the previous days and all changes copied out to a separate database, it’s all very technical and I am sure I have not explained it properly, but basically they can restore to a previous safe backup. The subsequent work can be isolated from the infected system and so the worst we lose is a days work, but that all takes time. So, no, they are not going to pay, they just have to involve the Government Cyber Security people, and you know how slow Government works.”

“Only too well Jools, only too well.” Well, the mood Jools was in told me I was getting no personal attention today, neither at home nor away.




I was getting into the car when Ash called across. “Jace, you got a minute?”

I turned and walked towards him, “just a minute, I have to go and get some documents in the post.”

“Look I just wanted to apologise. The doc gave me some new tablets and they seemed to mess with me a bit. Okay?”

“Ash, it’s fine, I am not and was not offended, I guessed that you were not being yourself.”

“Well, thing is, I am, you know, what I said. Gay”

“Ash, I don’t care what anyone’s sexuality is. As long as you are not fucking goats or children I don’t give a shit where you put your cock. Now, sorry, but I really have to get to the post office.”

Ash was preying on my mind a bit as I sorted the post, I am not averse to a bit of man action, but it would need to be somewhat more discrete than Ash is at the moment. I couldn’t trust him to keep quiet. It wasn’t gay sex I wanted kept quiet, it was any sex. I really don’t want anything getting back to Jools. I don’t mind playing around, and obviously that applies to Jools playing around too, but discretion is paramount. What I don’t know about I am not going to stress about, and it is the same for Jools. The house of cards that is our marriage will come tumbling down if things came into the open. As I pulled onto the drive two women stood there and they waited for me to open the car door.


“Hello,” One of them said, “Can we talk to you about the Lord.”

Bloody hell God Botherers. I decided on some sport. Jools was probably at the gym as she wasn’t home.

“Why, yes of course. Would you care for a cup of tea?” I bet that wasn’t the usual response, I expected that usually they would be told to go away, and often perhaps not so politely.

“Oh, er yes, that would be lovely” replied the woman that had initially spoken.

“Yes, thank you” her companion added.

I opened my front door and ushered them in. “Grab a seat and I will just pop the kettle on.”

I made some tea and then went back to join them. They were sat on the sofa, so I sat in the arm chair opposite them.

“Well then ladies, what do you want to say?” I asked with a smile on my face, I doubted they were ready for what was about to come their way.

“The Lord and how he fills our life with joy and how he can fill your life with joy too.” Said number 1.

“Yes,” said number 2, “pure joy and bliss.”

“Oh”, I said, “obviously not the same Lord I thought of then.” Gently back at them.

“What do you mean?” Asked number 1.

“Well, the Lord I know off gave every human being the means of having great joy in the company of another but then banned them from enjoying it.”

“I don’t understand” said number 2, number 1 just shook her head.

“Well then let me explain.” Okay, here we go. “Sexual pleasure. It is the most profound pleasure that can be enjoyed between 2 people, yet your religion says it is wrong. Intercourse is just for producing babies. In fact I bet your husbands just lay on you, finish and then roll off. No attempt to ensure that you have received the pleasure that you should, the pleasure that the Lord designed your body to achieve.”

“What our husbands do is not your concern” Number 1 said looking me straight in the eyes.

“You are right, it is not my concern, but it should be yours. And I do not want to discuss your husbands, I am just using them as an example that you can relate to. Sex is often referred to as love making, as in an expression of love between 2 people, and love brings pleasure and joy, and so should sex. Only you can know if your husbands give you joy and pleasure, or just takes relief for himself. I do not want to know. But my point is, if you believe that the Lord created man and then woman, you must believe that he put all these wonderful pleasure points in our body. So my point is, why does religion that praises this Lord, prevent us from enjoying the and experiencing the pleasure joy and bliss that our bodies are capable off, that the Lord put there when he created us?”

Number 2 looked at me and then at number 1. “You are an agent of the devil. I shall not listen to this. Come on Margaret, we are leaving.”

I smiled at them, they of course had no answer, but I wasn’t going to get into a full-scale debate obviously, they just wanted to live by their existing rules, not question anything, and then run away. I had not questioned the existence of God, just the religion that controls believers.

After they had scurried off, Margaret somewhat reluctantly I thought, I had some zoom meetings to arrange so it was a busy time in the home office. During one of the zooms my phone pinged with a message, I ignored it until my meeting was finished.


Monday, 6 February 2023

The Estate - part 1

 The Estate - part 1


The Estate


We live on a small estate on the edge of town. It’s not big by any means, less than 100 houses or so, and mostly supported housing, so a fair number of single parent families. As most single parent families are women lead, you get the makeup of the estate. A flurry of activity at school start and end time, and not a lot in-between.


Jools works most of the time in a security firm, with the odd day working from home, which she usually manages to spend at the gym. I work from home with occasional site visits where I cannot achieve what I need over Zoom. Working from home means about an hour or two of deep activity and the rest of the time on YouTube or Netflix. It is not exactly a hard life, until things go awry, and then it can be a week or so of 14 hour days, lot’s of Zoom calls and, unusually, a few site visits requiring an overnighter. That, thankfully, is rare.


But, on a usual day, I am spending a lot of time looking out of the window watching people come and go, the ladies walking their offspring to school, then coming back, usually with a bag of groceries from the local supermarket, perhaps, I guess, a selection from the reduced aisle, just keeping costs down, eating day by day. Sometimes it is a man sitting in his car for hours on end, using his mobile. Why not in his house? What does he not want his family to hear? Is he, perhaps a drug dealer? He does get a fair number of visits from cars that just pull up next to him, words are exchanged, perhaps something is handed across, I can never see well enough from my vantage point, and then the visiting car drives off. I am not getting involved in that, too dodgy and too risky. He and I  exchange greetings occasionally, but that is as much as.


I had been to the Gym, the one I use is on the other side of town. A few muscle boys pumping iron and flexing whilst looking in mirrors. Not for me. I just use a few of the exercise machines to try and get a tone and build a little strength. I am an office boy, not a gym hunk. The rain was absolutely hammering down when I left the gym and I got soaked just going to the car. Weather, they just can’t get it right these days, if rain had been forecast I would have taken a coat, but it wasn’t and so I just had my gym gear on. Luckily it is a wicking fabric and dries quite quickly. As I was approaching town I saw a very bedraggled girl at the bus stop, she lived on our estate but apart from the occasional nod of hello, I knew very little of her, not even her name, I think she had left school, but what she actually did, I had no idea. I pulled the car up next to her and wound the window down.

“Are you going home, you are soaked, do you want a lift back?” I called out to her. She nodded and got into the car. She really was soaked, almost literally to the skin, her clothes clung to her becoming almost transparent with their wetness. ‘Crikey’ I thought, ‘I hope mine aren’t see through too.

“Thank you,” she said, “I must have missed the bus, and it is half an hour to the next one and I can’t afford an Uber.”

“Oh no problem, and if it had been me, I would have no idea how to get an Uber, and even if I did, they would probably refuse to let me in because I was too wet or something equally stupid”

She laughed a little and hugged her arms to her chest. I had the heater on full and blowing full bore, but I doubt she would even begin to dry out before we got home. It took about 15 minutes to get back to the estate, “You’ll have to tell me which one is yours, I only know approximately which one you live in.”

“It’s number 33, just on the bend”

I pulled up outside her house, “Right then here you are, home safe, I am on the other side at number 16”

“Yes, I know,” she said, “do you want to come in and have a coffee, as a sort of thank you for saving me?”

I had pretty much dried out by now so had no fear of inappropriate weather related clothing malfunctions, had little else to do for a while and thought ‘why the hell not?’ “Yes please that’ll be nice.”

I followed her to the house, both of us rushing through the rain and we were in quickly without me getting too wet. 

“You know where the kitchen is, put the kettle on, I will go and change out of these wet clothes’ she said over her shoulder as she ran upstairs. Yes, very wet clothes, nothing really left to an imagination, and my imagination is somewhat fertile.

I walked through to the kitchen, untidy, dirty dishes waiting to be washed, a gap where the dishwasher would go. I filled the kettle and as it came up to boil I looked through the cupboards looking for mugs and coffee. In the fridge I found some oat based milk, not any regular cow juice. That started me wondering if her and her mum were vegan? I have no issues with veganism as a food culture, just some of the extreme politics that seem to go with it do tend to irk me.

She came down, wearing in a robe, a towel wrapped around her head. “Right then, I think I found everything,” I said, “how do you have your coffee and are these mugs I found okay to use?”

 “They are fine, just black, mum has some oat stuff in the fridge if you want milk and I can find sugar if you need that.”

I made her a mug of black coffee and myself a white coffee using the ‘oat stuff’ from the fridge. She topped her mug up with cold tap water. “Let’s go and sit in the lounge’ she said walking off out of the kitchen.

‘I don’t know you name” I said, “in fact I don’t know much about you at all.”

She sat in the single chair; I sat opposite on the sofa. There was a small side table that I put my coffee on. I didn’t get the sense that they cared about coasters or the such.

“Oh okay, mum is Lena, I am Henry, which is short for Henrietta which is the stupidest name ever given to a girl and so I have a boys name. Dad fucked off years ago, can’t even remember him, and I blame him for my stupid name. I am learning hair cutting and lashes but the salon I am at is stupid and I hate it.”

Okay! Crikey she poured that out. “Okay Henry, nice to meet you. I am Jason, my OH is Jools. I am a consulting engineer and I work mostly from home,  usually works from an office in the commercial estate on the edge of town. We don’t have kids with each other, this is a second marriage for both of us.”

Bit of a full and frank exchange going on here, I kind of followed her lead I guess, odd for me, I am usually quite introverted, but I think her open approach may have bought me out of myself a little.

“Been to the gym?” she asked, “only you don’t look dressed for much else, or do you normally walk around like that? Wearing shorts I thought you might be a postman, only ours wears shorts all the time.”

“Yes, no rain was forecast so I just had my gym gear on, and was pissed off that it was chucking it down when I came out of the gym. I got soaked just running to the car.” Well, if she is going to drop F bombs, I can use fruity language too.

“Yes, I saw how wet your clothes were when I got in the car, but yours dried quickly, unlike mine, which were still wet and disgusting when we got back. Probably ruined.”

“Funny how clothes get all transparent when they are wet.” I do need to engage my brain before I open my mouth sometimes. I am stupid. Stupid thing to say.

“Oh, right. Well, I hope you enjoyed the view”

Christ. I picked the mug up and started hiding my face behind it as I drank the coffee. The oat stuff wasn’t too bad, okay in coffee, not sure how it would taste in tea, Earl Grey is not that forgiving of milk, and Earl Gray is what I usually drink.

“Have I embarrassed you? Only I say what I think, mum says I have no filter, but I think you should just be honest when you speak”

“Er, no, I am a bit too long in the tooth and old to be embarrassed,” I lied.

“So you didn’t answer my question”

What was she going on about? “What question?”

“I asked you if you enjoyed the view, you know, through my transparent clothes. Is that why you stopped to pick me up?”

“Jesus Henry, no, I stopped to pick you up because you were wet and you live near me. I was half expecting you to say no anyway.”

“You still haven’t answered my question”

“I didn’t enjoy the view because I didn’t look closely enough. I was just offering you a lift” I was lying. I knew that and I suspect that she knew that. Her clothes had been so wet that I could tell she didn’t shave. And yes I looked.

“Hhmm only your eyes seemed to be looking. Am I not worth looking at?”

“I think I ought to get going Henry. Thank you for the coffee” This was in danger of getting out of hand, she was years younger than me, far too young for me to be interested that is for sure. I was pretty sure she was playing a game, but I thought it prudent to leave before it got out of hand.

“You have done it again, avoided my question. It is up to you if you want to leave.” She stood up and as she did so her robe opened. She was naked underneath and clearly unshaven, as her wet clothes earlier had suggested.

“Er, Henry, your robe” I said looking away far too slowly I am sure.

“I asked you a question number 16, am I not worth looking at?”

“Stop playing games Henry, I am more than twice your age. Anyway, I prefer a mown lawn.”

“What? Like a little girl? Are you a Paedo? My mum shaves hers off I think it is disgusting” She pulled her robe too and sat back down.

“No, not like a little girl, a grown woman has shape and definition and is beautiful to look at, a tangle of hair is not my thing, it gets stuck between your teeth for one thing.  A young girl just has a slit between her legs, no shape, no definition, not my thing at all. And I don’t think I needed to know that your mom shaves her fanny.” I thought I would return the serve and use some blunt language.

“So, not little girls, so you prefer older woman with bald cunts, like my mum, to girls in their prime like me?” Top trumped me on the language.

She really was in some kind of strange place and I had no idea how we had gotten on to this topic. I was a little concerned at how this was going.

“Yes.” It seemed sensible to try and tone the conversation down.

“Have you even seen my mum?”

“What, naked? No of course not”

“Do you want to?”

“What?”

“See my  mum naked.”

“Well it is unlikely that I will now isn’t it?”

“I could send you video or photo’s of her.”

“What? Naked? Why would she let you do that?”

“She wouldn’t know, and If I did, what would you send me back?”

“Jesus Henry, nothing, I don’t have anything to send you.”

“Give me your mobile number, I’ll whatsapp you and discuss this more, only I need to go and get dressed, I am cold.”

I gave her my number without even thinking what I was doing. I was still stunned by the events, she really did have no filter and seemingly no shame either. I just really wanted to get out of there. Had she been 20 or more years older then I would probably have been trying it on first, but she was little more than a child and she seemed, well, weird. 



When I got home I stripped and went in the shower. The hot water made me feel better and I began to put the strange events of earlier to the back of my mind. She was the kind of girl who could lead you on and then shout rape. I didn’t need jailbait in my life. I relaxed as the needle jets played over my penis and scrotum giving an incredible almost orgasmic sensation, it made me hard and horny and I thought of Jools naked and put the silly girl out of my mind.

Jools had gone to work and I was working from home. I had a couple of hours to kill before my next Zoom, and as the weather was okay, that is it wasn’t raining, I decided to go and pick the leaves and odd bits of rubbish that seemed to congregate on our front lawn.

“Hi Jason” it was Greeta from next door but one.

“Hi Greeta, how’s things?”

“Good, well, actually, could you give me a hand with something?”

“Probably, I guess it depends on what, I am not good at cutting hair for example”

“Idiot. No, I had some IKEA stuff delivered, could you help me take it upstairs?”

“Yes, okay, now? Only I have a little time before my next meeting, and I could do with a break from the rubbish picking”

“Fine, come on in.”

I wiped my shoes on her door mat as I went in and then slipped them off and left them by the front door, her downstairs was carpeted and I didn’t want to leave any marks from my shoes, even though I had wiped them. 

“Oh silly, you could have left them on” Greeta said, “this is it” she said pointing at a long heavy looking box. Probably 6’ long and 2’ wide. It looked rather heavy.

“Okay Greeta let’s see how heavy it is.” I rocked it, and yes it was heavy. I probably could lift it on my own, but I would rather not. “We should be able to do this between us,” I said. “You take the top end and then as you go upstairs I will take the bulk of the weight.”

Between us we managed to get it up the stairs and into her back bedroom. “Crikey that thing is heavy” I said as I leaned back against the wall.

“Yes it is a big set of drawers.”

“Ah, drawers for your drawers” I laughed.

I think she meant to give me a thank you peck on the cheek, but as she leaned in, me unawares, I turned my head and she caught my lips, not my cheek. I automatically kissed back. She pulled back and looked directly into my eyes. She said nothing but leaned forward again and this time kissed me intentionally. Her lips pressed hard against mine. I kissed back and put an arm around her shoulder and synched her into me. I felt her breasts press against my chest and I felt my hardness press against her.

I ran my hand around her breast and then down and I rubbed her sex through her clothes. She made a small gasp and pressed herself to me. Encouraged I undid her trousers and slipped my hand inside and down.

“Oh God” she whispered softly as my finger slipped into her crease. I slid my finger up and down and the resistance became less and less. I crooked my finger and pressed inside her. Hot and slippy, I jiggled my finger inside her, feeling for the little rough patch at the upper side of her fanny. As I was jiggling she was undoing my trousers and slipped them down a bit and grabbed my cock and squeezed its hardness and began slowly stroking me. 

I pulled back, she sighed as my finger left her, and I pulled her jumper up and over her head. I fumbled a little but undid her bra and released her breasts and as I suckled on her left breast, I pushed her trousers and pants down to her feet with my hands and then my left foot.

I knelt and licked at her slit, my tongue sliding up and down where my finger had been. Her knees sagged and she knelt and then lay on the floor. I pulled my tea shirt off and my chinos and trousers followed. I had my mouth pressed to her, my tongue teasing at her clitoris as I slipped my hand up under my chin and pushed a finger inside her as I licked and chewed, my finger pumping in and out, bending whilst in, straightening as it left her.

“Oh fuck Jason” she said softly, “stop messing, just fuck me already”

I am not one to ignore an instruction like that and moved up and as my cock reached her fanny, her hand took it and guided me inside her. I pressed forward slowly, entering her until she had fully enclosed me, and then she put her legs around me pressing me into her. I pulled slightly back and then thrust forward with all that I had. Greeta gasped loudly as I buried my cock as deep as I could and then sighed as I pulled back. Faster and faster we fucked, both of us panting as we rutted on her carpet floor, a fuck as unexpected as it was deeply pleasurable. I felt the familiar tightening and seemed to find extra and pushed harder and deeper, her hands were clawing at my back as she pulled me into her. I gasped loudly and felt my spurts penetrate her deeply.

“Oh shit” I gasped, “Oh my God.”

She rubbed her hands across my back, her breath gasping as she held me.

“Oh fuck, wow.” She said. Well, that wasn’t a big negative as I hadn’t even thought about a condom and had just filled her with my man juices.

“Wow indeed” I said, “This wasn’t how I was expecting my morning to turn out.”

“Me either. Did you…?”

“Yes, I am sorry, I just kinda got carried away”

“Don’t worry, we both did. I better go and clean up” She pulled her pants from her trousers and pushed them between her legs and rolled onto her knees and then to her feet and went to the bathroom.

I pulled my underpants on, my trousers and tea shirt and stood up, a little unsteady for a moment and then I was fine. Greeta came back in, naked, but with a wad of tissue between her legs.

She looked at me and smiled, “I guess that is going to be dripping for the rest of the day!” 

“Oh, yes, sorry”

“Don’t be. Now, be a good man and fuck off home, I need a shower.”  




The Estate - Part 8

A few days later, it had been quiet in between, I had been tempted to go and surprise Greeta, but just never got around to it. Jools was at ...