“Oh my God, I’m not like this Duncan, I’m not like Jess, and I don’t do this sort of thing.”
Duncan carried on with his kissing of her neck, as he murmured “Uh ha’s “and Mmm’s” he was obsessed with her neck, just behind her lobe to her jugular. When he flicked and licked it with his tongue, it sent little spasms down her body, as she pushed harder into him; her breathing was intensifying, getting heavier by the minute and with every delicious flick his tongue made.
“We can take this as slow as you want, that’s fine by me.” He whispered into her ear.
His tongue still made its assault on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She grabbed his chin and pulled his mouth to hers which just sent him wild with desire for her. She wanted him, he knew it, with every flick his tongue had made, that it would be only a matter of time, before her body would surrender to him. He pulled away from her, and looked deep into her eyes. There was an air of innocence in them; she hadn’t just been saying that to coax him on, as if he needed any help with that.
“If I don’t stop kissing you now, I’m going to be taking you upstairs. And I don’t want you to do anything that you don’t want to do.”
He truly meant it, he knew she was different to the normal girls he brought back here. She was exceptional, and he wasn’t going to put her in a position that she wasn’t a hundred percent sure of. She looked back into his eyes; looking hard at his reactions. He stood firm, almost afraid to go near her, his cock was screaming to be released from his trousers. He wanted to devour her in every way. But he couldn’t help and see that innocence staring back at him. She wasn’t ready for the varied tastes he had acquired since Juliette’s betrayal. He stepped back from her and walked over turning on the lights and then back to the kettle as he pushed the button again for it to work its magic.
“I’m sorry, I do like you, I really do, but that kind of thing is just not me, sorry.” She clasped her hands together in a crossed fashion. She was nervous as she stood there looking a little sheepish. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lead you on. I’m just not...”
He was watching her, taking her in, it was no use, as he moved towards her, his mouth on hers again as she finished saying ‘not’. Her hands clasped the back of his head, as she kissed him back. His body pushed up against hers, pressing hard into hers as she moaned softly. She was succumbing at every kiss. His hands had moved from the back of her head, his fingers tracing over her skin to the plunge of her V neck dress. He slipped his hand softly in, feeling her nipples jump to attention at his fingertips.
“Oh my God, you better take me upstairs Duncan before I change my mind.” She said in between deep breaths.
How they got up the stairs and into his room, without tearing each other’s clothes off, neither of them knew. But now they were in his room, and it was a different story altogether as Simone pulled at the buttons of his shirt; trying to unbutton them as quick as she could. Duncan had found her zipper at the back of her dress, and pulled it down towards her buttocks as it fell to the floor at her ankles. She stood there in just her panties as she shyly covered her breasts. He was glad he had taken off his jacket earlier. His bow tie he had undone in the taxi, as her fingers returned to his buttons, he couldn’t help himself and pulled the shirt apart, in a bold manly move, the buttons flew in every directions. It was a damn shame to do it to such a lovely shirt; however it had the desired effect as her lips returned to his instantly. He saw the flicker of excitement flash in her eyes as she hungrily reached for his belt. He edged forwards, which made her move slowly back; his mouth was on hers again, as he edged them towards the humongous semi four poster bed, which, if it could talk, would have had many, a sordid tale to tell.
He helped with the handling of taking his trousers off in his hurry to have them removed and his cock free as she seemed to be having trouble removing them. She was now at the edge of the bed. He took her face in his hands as he moved her back onto the bed, till he could crawl above her, positioning himself over her. He reached over to his bedside unit and pulled it open. He grabbed the square foil packet and tore it open with his teeth.
Her tongue was deep in his mouth, his lips firmly on hers as things heated up further. His hand moved again to her breasts. There was no need to coax her nipples erect, as they were still hard, waiting for his tongue. He broke from her lips, and moved slowly over her neck descending to her pert nipples which were begging for his attention. Her hands moved softly through his hair, and then gripped him tightly as he sucked and tweaked them, causing her to squirm into him more. He could feel his hard length just inches from her opening. He moved up to her mouth, his tongue finding hers, as she hungrily greeted it. His fingertips moved, grazing her skin softly as they made their decent towards her abdomen, her skin felt electric to his touch. His hand moved towards her panties, he lightly brushed his fingers against them. He moved his fingers slowly back and forth over the material. He could not only see the effect his fingers were having on her, but he could also feel it too. He slipped his fingers over the small waist band of her panties, and slowly pulled them down over her hips. She made the job easier, by lifting her bottom off the bed, till the panties, were left hanging limply around her ankles.
His fingers resumed their tender strokes over her folds. He kissed her harder and she opened her legs slightly as his fingertips found her opening. He moved his hand back and forth as she groaned to his touch. He found himself lost in her as she melted into him, as he pushed a second finger into her. He found himself quite immersed in watching her, quiver to his touch. His length was starting to throb now. He moved over her, and inched one of his muscular thighs in between her legs. They opened wider to accommodate it, and more so when he moved fully into position. They were still kissing hard and fast; they were in pretty much a frenzy, as his eager rod found her opening. He stopped before he entered her, and looked into her eyes.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
He could only hope she wasn’t going to back out, after working him up into a state like this. He looked deep into her eyes as she nodded and managed an “Uh ha.”
“I just wish I knew you a little bit more. I really don’t do this sort of thing at all.”
He held himself above her on his arms, as though in a push up mode. My God, he wanted her, he wanted her real bad. But looking into those sweet innocent eyes, he was over thinking this. But he couldn’t bring himself to plunge selflessly into this lovely girl.
For the first time in his life he dismounted, and moved over to his side. He reached over and brushed her hair off her shoulders, as she had semi leaned up on one elbow.
“What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” Her face was clearly shocked and she looked hurt too.
He smiled at her as he toyed with her hair. His instincts told him she wasn’t a good time girl. He wanted to know more.
“SO, you know my name is Duncan Peters. I’m 28. I live here in Shepherds Bush with my best friend Rubin. Don’t ask, it’s a long story. I work in the military; I’m an officer in her Majesties Armed Forces, hence why Rubin and I were at the Calvary and Guards Club. I’m enlisted until 1997; I get posted overseas quite often. I was married up until last year, when my divorce was granted from my cheating whore of a wife, and I…”
To Duncan’s delight, Simone moved over near him, and kissed him hard, as she pulled him to her so she was again on her back. He found himself at her opening again; the fire had been lit again with this woman who lay under him, now burning like a wild fire. She grabbed his buttocks, and pulled him into her with urgency. His mouth was firmly on hers as he slid his length slowly into her. She gasped as he moved further into her. He moved his hips back and forth, as he plunged deeper with every thrust he made to her gentle moans.
The craving for her coursed through him, as she pulled him deeper into her with her soft whimpers of ecstasy. He moved faster, plunging his length in and out of her. He found himself getting quite carried away with himself. He could feel h
is tip throb deep inside her as her legs shook against him as she quivered under his assault. He slowed his pace, grinding himself into her slowly as she pushed down on him, gripping her hands on the headboard. Her groans becoming slightly louder with each hard grind he made.
She wrapped her legs around his waist; he pushed further into her, driving himself as far as he could. They moved on each other, till she had been pushed up with the force of his now unrelenting pounding. She was almost sitting up against the headboard now, breathing hard, her eyes narrowed, wild with desire. He was trying with all his might not to cum. She was driving him insane with every touch her soft fingers and nails that dragged across his back. He pulled on the headboard as he plunged a few more times before he could hold it no more. He had to pull out now, or he would have shot his load there and then. He wanted this night to go on and on.
He looked at her as she lay breathless against the stack of pillows that adorned his bed. She looked at him yearning for his touch as she knelt up facing him.
“Well Duncan, I’m Simone Morris, I’m Jessica’s younger sister. I’m twenty-five. I’m a primary school teacher, who teaches four to five year olds. And I broke up, with my arse-hole of a cheating boyfriend, who I was dating for five years in August.”
That was it for Duncan as he leaned into her, finding her mouth again. She instinctively wrapped her arms around him; they soon were followed by her legs. He grabbed her waist, and lifted her off the bed, as she moved up and down slowly on his throbbing rod. He knew time was running out before he would explode. He knew he had to lay her back down on the bed, and lowered her down, her back arched, his arm moved to her waist, freeing his other hand, which moved towards her breasts slowly moving across her tummy and up her ribs. Oh how he was enjoying her, the moment. No threesomes, which seemed to be the thing that got him off, that and several other kinky things. But with her, it was different; he didn’t have that longing to fill the lust that seemed to only overflow with the other kinksters he had met. It was like a black hole, but not now, as he bent down, still moving, thrusting his length as far as it would go, as his hot tongue rolled around each nipple, teasing her. He had to stop, he could feel the cum rise to the top his tip. He stood back up, his breath hard and fast. She moved back up to the pillows, beckoning him with her finger.
He could see the dawn of the early morning starting to shine off the roofs of the houses opposite to his window. He smiled to himself, as he placed his hand down on the bed and crawled up to her, between her awaiting legs. He knew all too well once he was back inside her, there would be no pulling out. He plunged into her again, to her gasps of “I’m going to cum again!” Her perfectly manicured nails dragged down his back harder as she groaned to his hard grinding against her, and with that he could not help himself but to cum, as they kissed hard, melting into each other as he pumped his load breathless.
Duncan slumped down on her gently. For the first time in a long time, he felt like he had just made love, and not the normal fuck fests his tastes had acquired. He could only look at this beautiful woman underneath him and smile. She too was also trying to catch her breath her hand on her chest, as it heavily heaved in and out. She too was looking intently at him. If he wasn’t wrong, and he normally wasn’t, they were sharing another moment, and he wanted more moments with this butterfly. He lay down on his elbow, facing her as she lay on her side. His fingers brushed over her soft silky skin, trailing from her shoulder slowly to her hips. It was a tender moment, one he hadn’t shared in quite a long time, and which was rudely interrupted by very loud groans of ‘Oh My GOD’, from Jessica, who was now yelling at Rubin to pile drive her hard. He threw his eyes up to the heavens. ‘That was bloody classic Rubin.’
The couple fell about laughing as he pulled her into him, Simone nestled into his side. They lay there comfortably numb; he could feel her breathing go soft and steady. It was a long time since he had done this, just lay there, taking her in. He wasn’t big into sleep over’s. He moved his head slightly, to see she had fallen, fast asleep. He leaned down gently trying not to disturb her from her slumber, and pulled the decorative blanket from the bottom of the bed, that he had somewhat pulled up with his feet, to just within his reach, and pulled it over, covering the two of them. That was the last thing he remembered, and the still continuing moans coming from Rubin’s room which he was well and truly used to, that and the smell of her hair, before his eyes finally closed. The pair of them slept entwined in each other’s arms oblivious to the New Year’s Day celebrations, which were going on, in the outside world.
6.
Bohemian Like you..
Duncan woke up on New Year’s Day with a huge smile on his face. He looked over to the left of him, to see a still sleeping Simone. He pulled back the covers and snuck out of the bed, throwing on his boxers; he walked to the door, and turned the handle silently, slipping out of it in stealth mode. He caught the smell of bacon and freshly ground coffee emanating from downstairs, which meant only one thing....Rubin was awake, and then there was the familiar clatter that was the Scot. He made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen, to see Rubin catching the popping toast that was ejecting from the toaster.
“Morning old boy,” Rubin winked while giving him a hearty smile. “So how’s 1993 treating you so far?”
He asked, returning his attention to the toast he had been applying butter to whilst looking at Duncan. Duncan smiled as he stretched in the doorway, his hands passing the door frame.
“Good Rubes, real good. And you?” Duncan moved to the cupboard and reached in and grabbed two cups. He lifted up the coffee pot. “So you know they are sisters?”
“You talking about me and Simmy? Yes we are sisters, and yes she is a natural blond, you probably know that already.”
Duncan turned round startled momentarily, Out from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Jessica, who had legs up to her neck, wearing one of Rubin’s t-shirts, and just her panties. She reached in and her hand cupped Rubin’s arse as she grabbed a piece of toast, after kissing Rubin, who was now cooking what appeared to be scrambled eggs. Duncan carried on filling the cups with coffee.
“So tell me, how does your sister like her coffee?” Duncan asked
“She doesn’t, she drinks tea,” she reached for the now redundant cup in his hand, and took a sip. “And she likes milk and two sugars, Oh and thanks for the coffee.” She smiled as she took another sip.
Meanwhile while stirring the eggs, Rubin had turned to Duncan, and was giving him the signal, that he was interested in the sassy brunette. From the various mini hand signals he had given him, he could ascertain that Rubin was very much taken with her. Duncan nodded his head at his friend, and continued making the cup of tea for Simone. Rubin served up his food onto two plates and headed for the table, plates in hand. Duncan watched Jessica follow him and pop herself down into the chair that Rubin held out for her. He couldn’t help but notice that, the t-shirt barely covered her arse cheeks. Rubin caught him looking and gave him a devious smile with another playful wink as he too sat down and started shovelling food into his mouth as he turned his attention fully to Jessica, who played footsie with him under the table. Duncan watched as her foot slowly worked its way to Rubin’s groin as she sat back in her chair, looking very alluring as she nibbled on the corner of the triangular slice. He soon realised that he staring, Duncan turned and walked up the stairs armed with the cups in both hands, shaking his head, laughing at the noises now omitting from the kitchen table, squeaking to a steady rhythm.
He opened the door, balancing the two mugs in his free hand, and turned the handle, finding Simone still asleep. He closed the door, before returning the mug back into his hand and walked over to the bed; he placed the mugs down on the bedside unit, and sat on the bed. He watched her, wondering how to wake her, he needn’t have worried, as she started to stir as soon as he placed his hand on her hip he could clearly see silhouetted by the blanket. She leaned up on her elbow, and shyly smiled at him, as h
e leaned into kiss her.
“I brought you a cup of tea, two sugars I understand” he handed her the hot mug.
“I’m impressed” she coyly smiled as she blew softly on the hot mugs contents. “I’m sorry, am I interfering with your plans for today, I can go if you need me to, Jessica’s still here isn’t she?” She asked shyly, as she gracefully tucked her hair behind her ears.
He couldn’t help smile at the innocence of her. It was quite refreshing considering it had been a long time, since he had experienced it.
“No, the only plans I have for today are you” he leaned in taking the hot mug from her hand and placing it back down on the unit, before leaning in and kissing her long and hard, as he slipped under the covers to join her.
The week flew by, and both Rubin and Duncan spent their time solely with Jessica and Simone, with the exception of dinner, which they all spent together. It was easier than having two deliveries arrive, and as a group it worked. The chaps would have been happier for them to have stayed longer. But with the ladies jobs, Jessica was flying out that evening to Dubai, and Simone had to prepare for the return of the school year. Of course telephone numbers were exchanged and long passionate kisses.
A month later, Duncan and Simone had been seeing each other regularly, he had also decided it was time to move out of Rubin’s and use the money from the sale of his and Juliette’s house that was sitting in his account doing nothing. Seeing Simone nearly every night, it just seemed a bit juvenile to be stopping here with Rubin. He was ready to move on now with his life. Things were heating up between him and Simone pretty quickly. In another three months, he and Rubin would be shipped out, and he was going to make the most of his time with Simone while he could. Now all he needed to do was to tell Rubin. He felt slightly foolish when he sat down one evening to tell him. He had been dreading talking to him. Rubin had seen him through one of the worst times of his life. He needn’t have worried as when he sat down to speak to Rubin, he made it incredibly easy.
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