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PART 2 Chapter 1 I crept in between the sheets. Sally had taken over most of the bed but I managed to squeeze in beside her. She gave a little whimper and moved over a little. I snuggled up to her, feeling very much in love with this beautiful lady. I turned away from her, if she wanted to sleep then sleep she would and if I relaxed, my erection would pass and I too would soon fall asleep. I dreamt of summer days, beaches and sunshine, of pretty girls in summer dresses, of Sal and I strolling along a beach at sunset, all romantic and silly stuff like that. I awoke with a start at 6am, Sal’ was still asleep, her hair over the pillow, her breasts showing through the flimsy nightdress and the sheet down around her waist, she looked rested and relaxed.”Time for me to make her breakfast,” I thought, “But first, a cup of coffee.” I brought the pot of coffee up, added cream and sugar to both cups, placed one on each bedside cabinet, then kissed Sal’ awake, just gentle kisses on the lips and forehead and a very light lick of her ear lobe. “Wake up Sal.’” I said gently, “Almost time to get up, your coffee’s beside you.” Sal’ opened one eye, looked at me, looked around the room and decided to open the other eye. Her day had begun. “The coffee smells great,” she said, “I feel great as well! I had a fantastic sleep and feel great.” “ So you feel great then do you?” “Yeah,” she said “G R E A T! Great! I have something for you after I’ve had some coffee and before I get dressed, what time is it?” she asked. “About 6.15,” I said. “God!! I don’t have a lot of time. I have to be on the road soon, but before I get up, come here. How does a quick, a very quick blow job appeal?” “Oooh… Yes Please!” said I, as I got on the bed. “Just lay back and enjoy” she said. “I want to take something of you away with me when I leave and your cum in my tum will be just the thing, close your eyes, relax and think of England.” Her lips and tongue slid over my quickly erecting penis, Her hand slid down my throbbing cock and pressed down on my stomach, making the cock longer, and the skin tighter and much more sensitive. “It isn’t going to take me long to cum,” I thought. “I’m in charge,” she said, “Don’t touch me, and try and keep still.” My loins gently thrust upwards, just a little and not enough for her to complain about, and quite suddenly I was Cumming, great spurts of it, into the back of her throat. She swallowed hard again and again, drawing every last drop from me and all of a sudden it was over. I was wrecked, I wasn’t used to such a passive role and my vulnerability, by just laying there was a real turn on and also showed my trust in her. Not one drop of cum had escaped her pretty lips, she didn’t even need to dab them dry! What a woman! “That’s it I‘m afraid” she said with a smile, “I’m off to work shortly. How about some scrambled eggs, smoked salmon and a small glass of champagne before I go?” “ Okay,” I said, “Give me 15 minutes.” 15 minutes later the food was Escort bodrum on the table. Sal’ came down looking really refreshed, smart in her fresh business suit, blouse and stockings. Freshly made up with just a hint of lipstick, face powder and with her hair tied up in a bun. “Very professional,” I thought and told her so. Breakfast was over. Sal looked happy and content, but I could see that she was eager to hit the road and get the job done in as short a time as possible. “Must go now sweetheart,” she said. “I’ll see you in two or three days, then we’ll have a break together. Thanks for the breakfast” she said. “Especially the first one!” She giggled. “Bye for now,” and she was off. It being Monday, Mrs T was due to arrive to do the cleaning, but I decided to lay on the bed for half an hour, to rest a bit and gather my strength and my wits about me. I lay there just thinking nice thoughts about Sal’ and the possibility of a holiday soon. Off the bed into the shower, then dressed, just as Mrs T arrived. I was running a bit late, so hadn’t prepared her coffee, so she went upstairs to change while I made it. “Who’s been a naughty boy then?” she asked. “Not me,” I replied, “Nothing funny, but I was with Sally ‘till about an hour ago, she stopped over for the night.” “Ah,” said Mrs T. “I could smell the hormones, the bedroom is full of them. Do you want me to change the sheets?” “Naa,” I replied. “Sal’ will be back in a couple of days, they’ll do until then.” “Anything sticky that needs washing?” She asked with a grin. “Sorry,” she said, “That was a bit too personal, I withdraw the question. I assume that you won’t require anything from me, except for the cleaning today then?” “Thanks Mrs T, but no thanks, not today.” “ Oh by the way,” she said, “Mind if I bring another load of washing over next time. Just ordinary stuff, nothing fancy, if you know what I mean?” “That’ll be okay, but after that Sally will be home for a while, so better not bring any more after that.” Mrs T said that she wouldn’t need to, as her grand daughter had managed to get her a decent second-hand washing machine through her boyfriend’s parents, who were getting a new, all singing, all dancing one. “These things always seem to work out don’t they?” She said, “I didn’t expect to have another washing machine for ages. I hope you won’t mind not seeing mine and my nieces’ smalls in your machine again, as well as that skirt that you liked so much as well of course.” “Oh, I’ll miss seeing and feeling them, very much, you both have some lovely clothes, especially the underwear. You both have very good taste, but the memory will linger on,” I said with a laugh. PART 2 Chapter 2 Sally arrived home just as Mrs T was leaving on Wednesday. I’d just paid Mrs T her well-earned money for the month, with a little bonus on top. They said a few words in passing and then bade each other farewell. I gave Sal’ a long lingering kiss, pulling her towards me, Escort Kuşadası pressing our bodies together, one hand on her back, the other on her ass. She pulled my head towards her face and gave me a deep French Kiss, while lifting her right leg up behind her, film star style. “That’s for the neighbours,” she giggled, as we went indoors. “You look a bit tired,” I said as she flopped onto an armchair and slipped her shoes off with a sigh. “Yes, I am a bit, but the good news is that I now have three weeks off! Three whole freaking weeks!” She repeated with a shout. “Let’s go away for a week or two, anywhere warm will do and somewhere where there are people like us. The same age group and the same tastes. We might let our hair down a bit. I just want to forget work for a while and have some fun.” “Sounds good to me,” I said, “Actually, I’ve been thinking about a break. I know how hard you work and I can’t help you much in the way of finances, but what about a trip to a tropical island somewhere? Somewhere far away, where the sea is warm the drinks are cold and dancing is on tap as it were?” “That sounds great,” Sal said. “Leave it to me. One of my clients owns a yacht in the Mediterranean and a travel agency, as well as the dress shops. He might be able to help or give advice and we could book through him. The yacht isn’t for hire, that’s just his own personal toy, but he might have connections down there that we could use?” We talked around the subject for a while and had a couple of drinks, then Sal leapt up and said she was going to have a bath before slipping into something comfortable for a while. “Don’t disturb me,” she said. “I need to be in there alone for a while. I just want you to stay where you are, have another drink or two, watch the TV or read a book or something. Consider the upstairs out of bounds until I come down.” Sal was obviously happy. Three weeks off and the thought of a decent holiday had made her forget her weariness for a while and she had a girlish excitement within her. I could hear splashing water, some humming, some more splashing and humming, then a different sort of humming. It sounded like a vibrator! I didn’t know she had one of those, but in the bathroom?? An hour and a half had passed. I was drinking more than I should but didn’t really care. Sal’ had moved from the bathroom to the bedroom and the scent of perfume, powders, bath oil and warm water drifted downstairs. That was a very good sign. When she didn’t put the extractor fan on, she knew that the bathroom aromas would drift downstairs and get me interested. Sally walked into the room and delicately cleared her throat, her hand covering her mouth, I looked away from the TV and straight at the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. “Fucking Hell Sal!” I nearly said. Instead I swallowed my tongue and said nothing, I just sat there looking at this vision of beauty in a pale yellow summer dress of the 50s style, with lots bodrum escort of petticoat underneath, making the dress flair out. The dress showed a lot of cleavage and it was obvious that she was wearing a bra of the same era underneath. A cross your heart type thing that lifts and separates. She had on sheer stockings and shoes that matched the dress. The shoe heels were quite high and made her legs look amazing. “Do you like the retro look?” She asked “Look, what about the suspenders and stockings, do they go well with the dress?” She asked, as she slid the dress and petticoats up one nylon-clad thigh. “Bloody Hell!” I said “Shit, shit, shit, you shouldn’t ever do this to me again, you’ll give me a heart attack. God! You’re Gorgeous! Stunning!” PART 2 Chapter 3 “But why dress up like this now?” I asked. “I want to make a few heads turn this evening, like I made yours turn just now,” she giggled. “We’ll go for a walk along the seafront, to get some air, stop at a little restaurant and have something to eat and a glass of wine, then a stroll back here and watch TV, if you want to that is?” She giggled. “Oh!” She said, “That reminds me, just say TV to me in the morning will you? Don’t worry, it’s to remind me about something at work and I might ask your advice about it. It’s not important though, just an idea that I have.” We strolled along the seafront, Sal’ in her summer dress, with an added chiffon scarf around her neck, looking like something out of a Hollywood movie and the bearing that goes with it. She was used to wearing fine clothes and carried them well, without looking anything but natural and relaxed. The restaurant was quiet, the décor and the lighting subdued. The waiter, having no doubt spotted how well dressed we were, especially Sally, placed us at a window table, where we could get a good view of the sea and the passers by. No doubt the waiter thought we might attract other customers in. A bit of class in the window might act as a magnet, I guessed. We ate slowly, enjoying the pate and the fish. Sipping the wine and enjoying the steak. Finishing off with ice cream, coffee and fresh fruit and nuts. We lingered for a while, with a brandy, before heading home hand in hand. Indoors again, sitting side by side, Sal’s dress still looking fresh, the petticoats just showing just above the knees, her nylon-clad legs stretched out before me and crossed at the ankles. “Do you think I looked nice?” She asked. “Bloody fantastic!” I said. “Never seen you look so good.” “Why thank you, sir,” she said. “You liked the dress?” “Yup!” “You liked the petticoat?” I smiled, “I freakin loved the petticoat and the stockings and the shoes. I loved all of it!!” “What about the panties?” “I loved them! Fantastic! They looked great on you, honestly!” “But you never saw my panties did you?” She asked “Yes, you showed them to me after the stockings.” I replied. “No I didn’t,” she said, “And shall I prove it to you?” “I’m sure I saw them, but go ahead and show me again. I like looking at your panties anyway.” “Lift up my dress” she said. So I did, lifting the yellow material to her waist. “See them yet?” She whispered. “No” said I. “The Petticoats are in the way!” “Then lift them up, like the dress, but you can feel the material first.
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