457 going in part 6457 going in part6So just eight days, they kissed long and passionately he ran her a bath and after reliving herself she bathed, he cooked her breakfast which he served on a tray while she bathed with only her delightful breasts above the bath water. He sat at the kitchen table for his own meal, his face a broad smile to know she was restored…eight days…The smile dropped a little when only wrapped from the waist down she appeared in just one of her fluffy towels, placed the tray on the table then from behind slid her hands round him and whispered that she wanted to go to the park for an hour, as she needed the fresh air after the stuffy bedroom. Disappointed, he put a brave face on it, then while she dressed, picking just a button fronted summer frock and a skimpy platform bra. He washed up and dressed himself ready for the park. Collected any stale bread to hand and his camera, and then together they locked up, spoke briefly to old Heine at his shop door taking the air, then wandered down the high street. At the park they sat on a bench, feeding ducks with bread they had brought with them, and enjoying both company and sun, she wore a light summer dress, in light brown and yellow squares, and a cream jacket, which he said needed pictures taking, promptly taking a snap or two. It was early yet, and a weekday so there were few about, she opened the dress top and seizing the chance while there was no-one near, she unbuttoned the dress enough to expose the lovely bra and more importantly her breasts, a quick check round and the jacket held open had his shutter clicking away.. a topless model surrounded by ducks, wonderful, a few shots and she again checked for passers-by, then lifted her hem to reveal that she was wearing smooth tan stockings and suspenders, but no knickers, the camera went into overdrive.They were so intent on poses that for a second or two vigilance went out of the window and they missed a lonely old boy on a bike.The cyclist swept past and she dropped the skirt hurriedly, though not before the old lad had a glimpse, nearly wobbled into the lake his eyes not now being on the path but fixed on her legs and more. He managed to stay on the bike, but it was a very near thing. they laughed as embarrassed he wobbled away, their laughter following him as he went. It was grand to hear her laugh again. Hand in hand they wandered away leaving the ducks to squabble over the bread.At the bandstand, again the dress was opened, and she displayed herself on the steps for him, the dress was fully opened now, full length, knowing they could see anyone approaching. Taking a break, they sat on the broad step, his arm around her the warm sun beating down, and the dress not quite fully closed. They kissed, long, slowly and with passion, knowing in their hearts that in eight days things would change for ever and this living as lovers would have to cease. They were a touch sad and discussed at length their whole situation. Had they been nearer in age, I suspect immediate marriage would have been discussed, but realistically now they talked of love, lust and infatuation. Then he suddenly said,”, Look Anne, whether you taught me or not, whether your older, or if you had lovers or husbands before ,I don’t care , marry me Anne, I love you!” he said he wanted to spend his life with her, to which she replied, “Look John, I am flattered ataşehir escort that you feel this way, but I was once a whore, and a pain slut, like it or not, and what would your family say?” she smiled, then said, “yes we are compatible, yes we have some sort of link, but you`ve only known me in days!” he looked crestfallen, she went on, “ look, you’re a great partner, and if I was younger, well yes I would be tempted to marry you on Saturday, belive me, but”…she looked deep into his eyes… As if making up her mind she said…”OK, I will consider marrying you, but not till at least a year has passed and only if we both still feel, just as you do now, and your parents don’t object, how`s that? `He nodded… to have this magic woman as his life`s partner he would have walked through fire… sensing his only partial relief, and his nearness to despair, she kissed him, smiled, squeezed his hand then she said, “Cheer up sweetheart, take me behind this bloody bandstand and have me against the back wall, out of the park keepers sight before we frighten another cyclist!” then she laughed, laughed that silvery laugh that melted his mind so effectively, the serious moment passed, and smiling now, he simply took her hand, and led her through the bushes surrounding the Victorian edifice and was soon using the elderly brickwork for a purpose the builders had never intended. It was brief, and it was necessarily brutal, in fact It lasted only a few urgent minutes, but it was for them both necessary, so very needed and perfect for the situation. They stood as she buttoned up the dress , she had no handkerchief or tissues, to mop up and she knew his seed would leak down her stockings as they walked homeward, but she knew it was symbolic, and she didn’t care, at that moment, she would have run up the mall naked for him, her young lover!The stroll home arms linked, told the world they were now a couple, at the travel agent he collected her tickets, then having paid and presented her with the tickets they brought bread and buns from the bakers, and sauntered on, waving at telling the little tailor as they passed about her being away then enjoying the togetherness as they tumbled through the door and up the steep stairs to their flat, no more her solitary flat, but their personal love nest.They played two more films that day one called ‘vanilla queen’, that had four men taking her on the bed, one after another. Each man taking her twice over, her strapped to the headboard by her husband throughout. The second called ‘spanked’ was with a big old boy, named Marion, who had her over his knee and his hand became red as his target wriggled and cried, the old boy, well in his 70`s then produced his tool.It was a penis that any man would be proud of, and gave her a rogering that any young man would have been happy to have administered, she, by the end of the film having forgotten the spanking, though she told John, her bruises were such she was still finding sitting a problem after a couple of days!They screwed, time and again that day, they screwed, in every room, his bedroom, the kitchen, the living room the stairs, bathroom and the hall, nowhere was exempt, and this round without her being bound, her being so willing life became a continuous round of sex, and sleep interspersed with meals.Seven days left, sun creeping ümraniye escort over the rooftops opposite, her cuddling against him, soft warm and comfortable. They began again, straight after breakfast, her backside getting a visit over the sofa arm and to her joy, her bowel getting filled. They took a trip by underground into the city, somewhere he hadn’t been for a fair while, The day passed rapidly, the tower, and the cutty sark taking up most of it, and a meal in a corner house, breaking the trip home, on the train homeward she confided in him she felt like a young lass again, that her marriage had not happened and that she wished they had met at the same age, 10 years back! It was an outpouring of a jumbled thought which he said with a smile he understood.Arriving at the station they decided to walk home together though rain threatened, and the first spots fell as they, having collected fish and chips unlocked the door. Soon upstairs they flopped in the old sofa, newsprint on laps and fingers greasy. She as they ate, asked between mouthful`s, if he, “still wanted to use her like in those films?” Grinning he in turn asked, “if she trusted him enough yet” She laughed, then called him, “a silly goose,” saying if “she didn’t want him to enjoy her, would she have brought up the subject?” then as he had just popped a piece of the hot fish into his mouth added “tell me honestly what you want to do to me, how you want to use me, and if I am happy, well, perhaps we shall see…”He swallowed, then said “really…you would consider me using you?… not just screwing you…any way I wanted… really!” She smiled, nodded, then took another bite. “Well, it would have to be bondage, and the whip on your back! Also I fancy a fill of your body with my pee just as I`ve been imagining in my fantasy`s while you had flu, an chewing on those magic tits of yours while your secure out in the yard, an…” she stopped him with raised hands, laughed, then said, “ok I give in, but save the bondage and whip till that very last night, and I will let you mark me on that night with six of the best, just as Tony was supposed to, all that time back, though, he really lost control and he left scars.”Again, he said “WoW” in an impressed fashion. She explained she wanted to remember him all the way in that aircraft as she flew to Spain…” he said again “WoW” Then in silent amazement they finished the meal.Six days left, again it rained, they bathed together, that big old bath showing its worth, beyond their best dreams or their worst imaginings, they had gentle sex, cuddles and caresses, fingers, even hands, squeezing and pinching, blow job`s and hand jobs, hour after hour. skin tender soft and wrinkly before they finally dragged themselves out, dried themselves and wandered back to what had become their bed, where they slept, until teatime. They spent the evening in the crown and thistle, a pub meal, and a couple of drinks, had them home at ten, and in bed by eleven, again at the old game of gentle vanilla sex, no fuck this but lovemaking in a massive way.Five days, the forecast good they went to the zoo, sheerly because they needed the rest, it proved a long walk, the day passed, and they felt restored He phoned his mother, said about the zoo, the cutty sark and the tower, but didn’t mention Anne, ensured her they kadıköy escort were alright and sent them his love, time ticked on. So far they had watched seven of the 11 films, the eighth ‘vanilla joy’ was damaged, Anne said it was “only another gang bang,” as if it was just… well common-place That left three, one the un named one she had said was for that last weekend, that left two and three days, one day of which he decided was going to be a day out, his treat, a day for just them, isolated and yet together, then the very last film, and the last day, together at home on Sunday, and report in by 12 at the barracks, right after seeing Anne off on holiday at the station at ten on Monday! Perfick!He told her of his plan, she asked about the day out? he answered that it would be a day to remember, a picnic in the forest at Windsor. She smiled. Kissed him and they were off once more, vanilla some call it, but this was hard hammering sex. Nothing grand, but nothing gentle, all no holds barred stuff. After dinner they watched the next film entitled simply ‘threesome’ it featured Pat and Tim but with a lady named Marion, who turned out to be a busty matronly lass black of hair and brown of eye with a twinkle of mischief in her eye from the start, it was set in the sitting room, at least to start, ‘Tim’ sat as the ladies kissed, then slowly, they disrobed one another.It was obvious from the off that Tim was an unwitting extra, Marion taking over, she manoeuvred Anne, took over the session, and turned her back on Tim in a big way, at the end of the first few minutes, Tim suggested he could play a part… reluctantly he was allowed to join them and he did in fact have first Marion, then Pat but the ladies were soon in a 69 and later he was allowed to clean both orifices, but anyone could see his heart was now not in it. The frames finished with him leaving the two women to enjoy the night together. It was not like him at all.John laughed “it would serve the bastard right!” Anne`s reply a little tearfully of, “oh yes…well, belive me, he soon got his own back on me” which had John eyeing her with a look of shock.After the obligatory session and the final orgasm of the day they spent the evening in front of the Television, Next day the trip to Windsor was a plod, underground into the city, then the branch to Windsor and onto the little Bedford coach, the white bus company, checking with the driver the return times they alighted at the forest-gate, the road down past the woods-man`s cottage was long and straight, two small boys with a pair of toy boats were playing in a ditch stream opposite the two cottages. It was to be the last human contact before they caught the bus home 5 hours later. They wandered up a ride, a wide grass firebreak between the dark and close-knit trees. Listened to the wildlife, woodpecker and woodland birds, while sat on a downed tree and enjoyed the picknick while watching a family of deer passing in the dark woodland, silently moving like ghosts, they revelled in the huge silence of the natural woodlands so distinct from their high street lifestyle.They kissed, and his camera worked overtime clicking away as she stripped for him, then lay in the grass, in this royal forest, while he took her pictures, first in one naked pose then in another, finally he took her, there in the silent woodlands, he Tarzan she Jane, she took his picture then on timer the camera took them both, finally they dressed and returned to the gatehouse, there to await that little white bus. It was gone seven pm when they finally got home once more, chip tea in hand for quickness, both tired but very happy, it had been a perfect day, one to remember, a day of peace and blissful memories.