Quickie on Gromet's Plaza Archive

In the Grass

Sun, 12 Jul 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from part two

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Part 3

He walked in her front door calling her name and wondering what he would find this weekend. She hadn’t yet met him at the door with a kiss and a hello since that first time. He wondered if she ever would again.

There was no answer but the sound of movement from the dining room area. He rounded the corner to see her completely naked and apparently ok, tied in high heels bent over the edge of the table.

Erotic Afternoon

Sun, 31 Jan 2010 00:00:00 +0000

James and I have been married six years. No kids as yet. We both have demanding jobs. Sex is OK, when we have the time. Most days he doesn’t get home from work until late.

In his “spare” moments James studies, watches TV or sits engrossed in his computer.

Occasionally, he snuggles up to my back in the early hours of the morning, before the alarm rings its’ warning. His penis is rock hard and almost before I have time to surface from my sleep-drugged state, he slips it inside me. A few deep thrusts later, it’s all over. I often wonder if it was a dream, but the sticky residue meanders down my thigh when I finally rouse myself from bed.

Indiscretion

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Carol’s eyes burrowed into Jason’s back. The tatty, off-white T-shirt was irrelevant; it was his tautness that interested her. Her stare wandered down his tall, well-built frame and lingered on the outline of his butt, before idly taking in those powerful thighs. His frayed shorts didn’t cover much. She sat on a stool behind the bar, an elbow leaning on the polished oak, her chin nestling in one palm. This was her pub, or almost hers. Half belonged to Alan – her old man. At fifty-two, she’d been with him a lifetime.

Indiscretion 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Indiscretion)

Chapter 2

In her solitary misery, she didn’t hear the latch open.

“What’s the matter luv? What’s wrong? Did you slip or something?” The voice was concerned.

Carol looked up and caught the cellar man’s worried gaze, “I thought you were on holiday Ken, what are you doing here?” She forgot her distress for a moment.

“Well luv, I’ll be seventy next month – I need to pack it in. I popped round to talk about it, then I heard the other bloke let you down this week – I thought you might need a bit of help.” Ken was a kind man. Mostly retired, he only did the odd day here and there.