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I looked at my watch. 7:57 AM. I was out on my usual paper-round that I did every day. The same streets, the same houses. My paper-bag pulled down my shoulder and left a dull ache in my arm. I just wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. I swerved round the corner, nearly toppling off my bike in the process. It had been raining heavily the night before, so the ground was still damp, but there was a fresh scent in the air. As I sped down the final street, I reached my final delivery. I knew the inhabitants well. My mom's friend, Mrs Jones, (or Rachel as she was referred to) and her husband lived there. Mrs Jones was a complete stunner, who had aged exceptionally well. She must have been in her late thirties, but a guess would have put her back in her late teens or early twenties. She sometimes used to greet me when I gave her the newspaper, and when she did I was transfixed by her figure; apart from these encounters I had lost most contact with her throughout the years, but still saw her very occasionally. A pink dressing-gown draped over her lush figure, her pert big tits pushing out. Her long legs were smooth and tanned, and her shiny brown hair curled around her face, in particular her soft lips and dazzling eyes. She seemed perfect, I wondered how her husband had ever got ahold of her. The few times I had seen him, due to him being such a workaholic, I definitely did wonder. He must of been approaching 50, had a fat belly, was short and grumpy and had lost all of his hair.
I pulled up to the Jones' driveway, throwing my bike onto the ground. I grabbed a paper and sauntered up the pathway. As I reached the house, I jumped backwards as the front door opened. There stood Rachel, looking as appealing as ever, in the same skimpy gown.
'Hey, Tom' she stifled. She seemed to be upset, her voice trembling.
'Hey, Rachel'. I exclaimed. 'What's up?'
'Oh, it's nothing' she said. 'You probably wouldn't be interested'.
'Really?' I said. I was definitely interested in why Rachel seemed upset. What was bothering this beautiful women?
'You can tell me if you want', I exclaimed. 'After all, we have known each other for a long time!' Rachel let out a forced laugh.
'Well it is quite personal', she responded. 'I don't know if I should explain'.
'It's fine' I said, comforting her. 'If you don't want to tell me then that's OK, but I think it would help if you released your emotions'.
'Oh come here, you cutie!' she blubbered, pulling me close to her. I was pretty shocked. She begun to softly cry into my shoulder. Her frame seemed small against my chest, which I have always been proud of. I'm pretty tall, over six foot, and always made an effort to swim, run and hit the gym weekly. I think it has paid off, my body being firm and slender. Her breasts pressed against my chest as I held her, and her hair fell across my arms.
'It's my husband', she whispered. 'We had an argument last night. Not a normal argument, this one was different. He threatened to kick me out'.
'Hold on', I firmly stated. 'What did he do to you?'
'Nothing...' she stated, looking up into my eyes.
'Are you sure?' I responsed, feeling a twang of dissapointment as she released herself from my hold.
'Well...I...it's...' she trailed off, seeming to bring herself together
.
'You know you can rely on me', I reassured her in a firm voice.
'OK, he hit me', she stated. 'It's not the first time either'.
'That's terrible', I said, taken aback. 'There's never a need for that'. How dare that idiot hit this woman, I thought to myself. I had always thought that he never deserved her, but not to this extent. My rage continued to build.
'We've been having marriage problems', she confided. 'He is too focused on his work to give me any time. And by marriage problems, you probably know what I mean'.
I could not believe what Rachel was telling me. I felt a mixture of anger and wonder, as I continued to look at her.
'Well...' she said, trailing off. 'Do you want to come in, I can make you come breakfast, it might cheer me up'.
'Yeah sure', I replied. With said revelations in mind, I was not concerned over what time it was. I followed her through the doorway, sloping down to avoid hitting my head.
I sat down at a table as Rachel went through into the kitchen to make me a drink. I fiddled with my fingers, confused about what I had heard in the last five minutes or so. I heard the coffee machine in the next door room, and soon Rachel had come through with a drink. She passed it to me across the table and sat down opposite me.
'So, is your husband in?' I enquired.
'Yes, he's upstairs but he's still asleep, I guess', she replied. Rachel seemed to be staring directly at me. Her demeanor was completely different to what it had been just a moment ago.
'So what are you up to today', I said.
'Oh I don't know. I think that idiot wants me to go shopping just to get me out the way', she responsed in a harsh tone. 'But at the moment, I have no plans'.
I continued drinking. Rachel's gaze remained transfixed on me. The situation seemed awkward. Suddenly I noticed. Her nipples seemed hard. I was shocked. The room was warm, so surely she must be...aroused? This wasn't happening, I thought as I gulped down the rest of my drink.
I stood up and pushed the chair backwards.
'Rachel, er, thanks for the drink but really I've got to go. School's soon, and, well, you know...' my voice trailed off.
Rachel stood up. 'Tom, please don't go. I need someone around to comfort me, I can't face him when he wakes up!'
This was like a scene from my wild fantasies, but in real life, it's different. I began to sweat.
'Well, what do you want to do?' I quickly responded.
The sadness and worry were now completely erased from Rachel's face. She made no effort in trying to cover her arousal.
'You know how I said my husband and I had an argument?' she asked me.
'Yeah..' I said, gulping as she walked slowly towards me.
'What do you think 'marriage problems' really mean, Tom' she questioned me again. I was stood transfixed as she licked her soft lips.
'I don't know, Rachel, why don't tell me' I said, staring at her pert tits.
'My husband has never had the goods to satisfy me, if you know what I mean'. I could not believe what was happening. My confidence grew back in leaps and bounds.
'For my entire married life, I don't think we've fit together' she said softly, now stood directly in front of me.
'That's a shame, a real shame' I exclaimed, letting out a smile. 'And I could help fix that?'
'Well, how about I find out if you have what my husband doesn't', she whispered. I now realised just how sex starved she seemed to be. Her lust was obvious.
'Go ahead', I whispered back, standing in front of her.
[To be continued]
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enjoy.
I looked at my watch. 7:57 AM. I was out on my usual paper-round that I did every day. The same streets, the same houses. My paper-bag pulled down my shoulder and left a dull ache in my arm. I just wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. I swerved round the corner, nearly toppling off my bike in the process. It had been raining heavily the night before, so the ground was still damp, but there was a fresh scent in the air. As I sped down the final street, I reached my final delivery. I knew the inhabitants well. My mom's friend, Mrs Jones, (or Rachel as she was referred to) and her husband lived there. Mrs Jones was a complete stunner, who had aged exceptionally well. She must have been in her late thirties, but a guess would have put her back in her late teens or early twenties. She sometimes used to greet me when I gave her the newspaper, and when she did I was transfixed by her figure; apart from these encounters I had lost most contact with her throughout the years, but still saw her very occasionally. A pink dressing-gown draped over her lush figure, her pert big tits pushing out. Her long legs were smooth and tanned, and her shiny brown hair curled around her face, in particular her soft lips and dazzling eyes. She seemed perfect, I wondered how her husband had ever got ahold of her. The few times I had seen him, due to him being such a workaholic, I definitely did wonder. He must of been approaching 50, had a fat belly, was short and grumpy and had lost all of his hair.
I pulled up to the Jones' driveway, throwing my bike onto the ground. I grabbed a paper and sauntered up the pathway. As I reached the house, I jumped backwards as the front door opened. There stood Rachel, looking as appealing as ever, in the same skimpy gown.
'Hey, Tom' she stifled. She seemed to be upset, her voice trembling.
'Hey, Rachel'. I exclaimed. 'What's up?'
'Oh, it's nothing' she said. 'You probably wouldn't be interested'.
'Really?' I said. I was definitely interested in why Rachel seemed upset. What was bothering this beautiful women?
'You can tell me if you want', I exclaimed. 'After all, we have known each other for a long time!' Rachel let out a forced laugh.
'Well it is quite personal', she responded. 'I don't know if I should explain'.
'It's fine' I said, comforting her. 'If you don't want to tell me then that's OK, but I think it would help if you released your emotions'.
'Oh come here, you cutie!' she blubbered, pulling me close to her. I was pretty shocked. She begun to softly cry into my shoulder. Her frame seemed small against my chest, which I have always been proud of. I'm pretty tall, over six foot, and always made an effort to swim, run and hit the gym weekly. I think it has paid off, my body being firm and slender. Her breasts pressed against my chest as I held her, and her hair fell across my arms.
'It's my husband', she whispered. 'We had an argument last night. Not a normal argument, this one was different. He threatened to kick me out'.
'Hold on', I firmly stated. 'What did he do to you?'
'Nothing...' she stated, looking up into my eyes.
'Are you sure?' I responsed, feeling a twang of dissapointment as she released herself from my hold.
'Well...I...it's...' she trailed off, seeming to bring herself together
.
'You know you can rely on me', I reassured her in a firm voice.
'OK, he hit me', she stated. 'It's not the first time either'.
'That's terrible', I said, taken aback. 'There's never a need for that'. How dare that idiot hit this woman, I thought to myself. I had always thought that he never deserved her, but not to this extent. My rage continued to build.
'We've been having marriage problems', she confided. 'He is too focused on his work to give me any time. And by marriage problems, you probably know what I mean'.
I could not believe what Rachel was telling me. I felt a mixture of anger and wonder, as I continued to look at her.
'Well...' she said, trailing off. 'Do you want to come in, I can make you come breakfast, it might cheer me up'.
'Yeah sure', I replied. With said revelations in mind, I was not concerned over what time it was. I followed her through the doorway, sloping down to avoid hitting my head.
I sat down at a table as Rachel went through into the kitchen to make me a drink. I fiddled with my fingers, confused about what I had heard in the last five minutes or so. I heard the coffee machine in the next door room, and soon Rachel had come through with a drink. She passed it to me across the table and sat down opposite me.
'So, is your husband in?' I enquired.
'Yes, he's upstairs but he's still asleep, I guess', she replied. Rachel seemed to be staring directly at me. Her demeanor was completely different to what it had been just a moment ago.
'So what are you up to today', I said.
'Oh I don't know. I think that idiot wants me to go shopping just to get me out the way', she responsed in a harsh tone. 'But at the moment, I have no plans'.
I continued drinking. Rachel's gaze remained transfixed on me. The situation seemed awkward. Suddenly I noticed. Her nipples seemed hard. I was shocked. The room was warm, so surely she must be...aroused? This wasn't happening, I thought as I gulped down the rest of my drink.
I stood up and pushed the chair backwards.
'Rachel, er, thanks for the drink but really I've got to go. School's soon, and, well, you know...' my voice trailed off.
Rachel stood up. 'Tom, please don't go. I need someone around to comfort me, I can't face him when he wakes up!'
This was like a scene from my wild fantasies, but in real life, it's different. I began to sweat.
'Well, what do you want to do?' I quickly responded.
The sadness and worry were now completely erased from Rachel's face. She made no effort in trying to cover her arousal.
'You know how I said my husband and I had an argument?' she asked me.
'Yeah..' I said, gulping as she walked slowly towards me.
'What do you think 'marriage problems' really mean, Tom' she questioned me again. I was stood transfixed as she licked her soft lips.
'I don't know, Rachel, why don't tell me' I said, staring at her pert tits.
'My husband has never had the goods to satisfy me, if you know what I mean'. I could not believe what was happening. My confidence grew back in leaps and bounds.
'For my entire married life, I don't think we've fit together' she said softly, now stood directly in front of me.
'That's a shame, a real shame' I exclaimed, letting out a smile. 'And I could help fix that?'
'Well, how about I find out if you have what my husband doesn't', she whispered. I now realised just how sex starved she seemed to be. Her lust was obvious.
'Go ahead', I whispered back, standing in front of her.
[To be continued]
:wink:
