1. Wind of Change (Circa 1975)


    Date: 2/19/2016, Categories: Mature, Author: marlowe, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    Whitehall Primary School was in the last week of a mid-term break and with only a few members of staff on the premises and no obstructions from interfering children, it should make his survey a lot easier to complete. The car tyres crunched in the deep snow and the windscreen wipers squeaked across the windscreen as he manoeuvred the car carefully through a pair of black metal gates before pulling to a halt in the school car park. He waited until Lou Reed had finished singing ‘Perfect Day’ before stepping from the car. The buzzer on the door intercom panel crackled announcing his arrival, an abrupt voice on the other end asking him to wait until someone could attend to him. Brushing snow from his face and taking shelter under a small canopy above the door, his back against the wall, his clip-board and tape measure held firmly against his chest, the brief interlude giving him a moment to reminisce, memories of his recent holiday on the sunshine island of Tenerife finding their way inside his head. When a friend suggested spending a couple of weeks relaxing on a sun-soaked beach rather than face the bitter winter weather in the UK, it didn’t take him long to pack a suitcase. They soaked up the sun by the pool during the day and fucked at night. Then he met Fiona. It was a flirtatious acquaintance embroiled under a haze of clandestine confusion, a fleeting extravaganza of impossible circumstances, but a holiday narrative that he would always cherish with furtive amusement. A ...
    meeting of eyes and a brief conversation at the hotel reception was all it took. It was almost four in the morning when they eventually got back to their hotel. Even before the lift doors had opened, Fiona was pooling between her legs and he was sporting a noticeable lump inside his pants. And with pulse rates accelerating at the speed of sound and both overcome with an urgent desire to be inside each other, by the time they reached his room they were almost sprinting. For the next two hours he fucked her and she fucked him, a mutual engagement of give and take, the sex raw, hungry and extremely physical, probing and penetrating, exploring every orifice, a turbulence of endurance and an overwhelming climax of emotional passion, both swimming in perspiration and both drained of energy. The sun was beginning to rise when Fiona staggered unsteadily from his room, her knickers left on the floor, her breathing ragged, her heels clicking along the corridor, her legs sliding apart like Bambi’s on the ice, an outstretched hand gripping a handrail for support, bending over and removing her shoes, cursing under her breath as the lift doors closed in her face. The early morning aroma of food drifting up from the restaurant reminded him that sleep would have to wait until after breakfast. Slipping into a t-shirt and shorts and tucking the abandoned panties inside his pocket he left the room and headed to the restaurant on the ground-floor. After filling a plate with a mixture of fried food ...
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