The Blonde

Disclaimer : All characters, scenarios, places are fictional. The place names are real but if this happens there I am unaware of it.

Please note punctuation and grammar might not be perfect.

I first saw Mrs Clark when I was in my last year at school, she was our new English teacher. Maybe in her late twenties kind of OK to look at but nothing spectacular. Everyone hated her. She was unforgiving, demanded perfection and she handed out the most detentions. No excuse about missed homework was acceptable, the joke was if you died before you handed it in, you would still get detention from God for missing the deadline.

Fast forward 7 years, I have started work as a joiner and am doing good jobs according to my boss. Customers are giving really good feedback about my work and all is well. Until I got sent to see Mrs Clark about a new staircase the company fitted in her property down Sunningdale Road in Hull. The boss had warned me she was a bit of a difficult customer, demanded a perfect job and watched everything you did, so I had to be on my best behaviour. The 4th and 7th stairs creaked when you stepped on them. An easy fix and something I had done before. It was an open plan set with individual stairs. Armed with some replacements and my box of tricks I went to the job.

I rang the bell, the door opened and there she stood Mrs Fucking Bitch Clark. She hadn't changed a bit, still the prim and proper bitch from my school days. Those massive black glasses she always wore that covered half of her face. No change in the attitude either. The greeting was not that unusual but people normally say hello before they tell you to take your boots off and you better not make a mess. She stood there blocking the doorway as I removed my boots, it was like being back in detention all over again. Had she recognised me I had no idea, it was obvious who I worked for, the Browns Builders van parked on the road outside her house, me dressed in the bright green polo shirt with the Browns Builders logo on the front and in big letters across my back. But did she remember me, I was hoping there weren't any holes in my socks, why that thought had entered my head I had no idea. They were clean on this Saturday morning so they wouldn't smell. The woman had barely spoken and I was a bag of nerves.

Her "for heaven's sake get a move on we haven't got all day." Brought me to my senses.

I turned on my best charm, the client mode, "sorry Mrs Clark I will get a move on."

"The stairs that the horrible pair of your workmates fitted are just not up to standard."

"I am so sorry to hear that, Mr Brown told me they have a very annoying creak as you walk on them. I am very familiar with this product and unfortunately it does happen from time to time, the fixings are just slightly too tight and require adjustment."

All she said was "mmm, we will see."

I asked her permission to test them. Her abrupt response was "well get on with it."

It was just like being back in class her hovering over you, watching your every move even when she wasn't looking in your direction she saw you.

Yep, step four creaked and so did number seven.

The boss had said whatever it takes, make her happy so she pays us and hopefully that's the last we hear from her.

I removed step 4 and the cushion pad was missing on one side, rookie mistake or just plain laziness. Now for step 7 again no pad on the inner side. This was going to be the easiest fix ever. Back out to the van again this time for the pads. Boots on, she watched me all the way there and back. Pads fixed on steps back in place, fingers crossed no creaks.

Perfect, not a sound. I did a quick check on the rest and all was good.

Tools etc back in the van, I had one more job to do to ask her for payment.

I cleared my throat and was about to say the words I had rehearsed in my head countless times.

"Very good, that wasn't hard was it, all it takes is effort and concentration."

There I was back in that fucking detention room, that same phrase delivered without any compassion just in an agressive way.

"Tell Mr Brown, I will test them over the weekend and if they are finally to the standard I require I will pay him, goodbye."

"Goodbye Mrs. Clark." The door was shut before I could say anymore.

I got out of her driveway and into the as fast as I could. The whole thing had taken 40 minutes. It felt like 4 hours. On to my next job at the corner cafe down Brook Street, a sticking back door.

Talk about a different approach, I parked in their car park and walked in, the guy behind the counter said. "Bet you could do with a cuppa, park yourself, tea or coffee."

"Tea would be great, cheers."

A mug of tea appeared and he sat down with me.

"Simple, job for you mate. We had new tiles put down and the doors catch at the bottom when fully open, have your cuppa the doors are through there. Just go through when you are ready." He got up and went back behind the counter to serve his next customer.

Another easy job either doors off and plane the bottom or fit rise and fall hinges. It turned out to be, plane a bit off the bottom of both doors as they already had those hinges on. Another job was done and it was only 10.30 all I had to do was go back to the yard. It was a bit early so I stopped off at the supermarket to grab a few things, it was next door to the cafe so no problem parking.

I grabbed a basket on the way in and got my stuff and went to the self checkout. At the one next to me was a blonde with her back to me. What a pair of legs and as she bent down the skirt got shorter. This was turning into a good day after all. I was watching her as well as scanning my stuff.

Nice pair of biggish looking tits as well, I had still not seen her face. From the view I had she was as fit as a butchers dog. I paid up. She! was still scanning, a quick look back but her face was still hidden, the low cut top showed a big pair of tits and her short leather skirt around her thighs was the icing on the cake. Back in my van I stuck my shopping in my back pack and started it up. As she walked across the car park entrance she was a vision walking along. I could see a side view of her face but not all of her features she wasn't as young as I thought but would I give her one too fucking right I would.

I should have turned left to go back to the yard, but she had gone the other way and I wanted another look. By the time I got out she had disappeared now I had to go all around town to get out and back to the yard. Stuck at the traffic lights the blonde walked into view, was she young I still didn't know but what a body and she knew it, heads were turning. My wish was that my girlfriend Sal would wear that get up, she had the body for but kept it hidden. The woman looked a bit familiar but my eyes were mainly on her legs not her face. Then the bloody lights changed and I had to move off. Still with that feeling I thought I knew her or someone who looked like her.

That night as I was fingering Sal in the waterfront carpark, her stocking tops in full view, I was thinking of the blondes' legs from this morning.

Sal was enjoying every second of my fingers inside her cunt. My thumb on her clit stroked it gently. This was our usual Saturday night playtime, I would finger her to climax, she would then give me a blowjob. A job she was damn good at, how she managed to get my 7 inches in her throat without choking was amazing. I knew she was getting close as her bum started moving around on the towel on the leather seats of her car. It was time to squeeze her clit, her hands clamped around my wrist as she shuddered in climax and kissed me hard. Then she attacked my cock, that is what it was always like. I never lasted long as she sucked me off, her tongue all over my bellend them licking the sides before sliding it down her throat, it never changed but tonight I was imagining it was that blonde with her hair all over my groin and her sucking me off. I exploded down her throat in double quick time, but she did not seem to notice as she slowly wanked me back to hard and then sat on my cock with her back to me.

My hands went straight up inside her top onto her naked small firm tits, her nipples hardening in my palms as I groped her. She was in control as normal sliding up and down on my cock. She was riding a bit harder than normal and had her hands over mine as I tweaked her nipples.

"Oh fuck, do it Mike,"

My instruction to rub her clit and try to cum when she did, we didn't always get it right but tonight it was perfect, as she came I squirted my spunk inside her. The only difference tonight was I had been thinking about that blonde woman as I shot my load into Sal.

Lucky for me, she would never know, my perversion of tonight.

Sal drove me home. We kissed for a bit, had a bit of a grope and agreed I would pick her tomorrow and go to lunch before we went to football in Leeds.

My obsession with the blonde slipped from my mind and it was morning before I knew it. On my way to pick up Sal, I was looking out for the blonde, but unfortunately for me she wasn't around. A quick snog and set off to the local shopping centre for a quick bite to eat before our trip. Nothing much: a burger for me and a cake for Sally plus two lattes.

Sat just back from the window looking out into the shopping centre, she appeared striding along with blonde hair flowing, in a short plaid skirt and knee boots. A skintight cream top showing off her big tits. My cock hardened, fuck me what was matter with me, I had a sexy lady sat next to me, who never said no to sex. In truth it was always her that made the first move and always left me satisfied. Then she disappeared from view, again I had only a glimpse of her face, but I was fairly sure I knew her.

We finished our meals and drinks and left the cafe going back to the car holding hands. Back in the car we kissed and set off to Leeds to watch the cup tie Leeds v Hull City.

Fuck me she was there again going across the crossing again a back view but what a view. My cock had just softened and it was hardening again.

I shook my head and drove on, it was like she was calling me. Bizarre I know but would I cheat on Sally, would it be worth it. We weren't married or engaged nor had we ever discussed it. But we had been going out for just over a year. Here I was thinking about dumping her for an older looking woman who I thought I might know. Never mind if she liked me but she seemed to be everywhere I went for the last two days.

I was still thinking about her when we took our seats just before the game started. I was even checking out the crowd around us looking for her, I nearly missed what turned out to be the only goal of the game. A goal line clearance by Leeds hit the head of a team mate, went onto the post and then hit a defender's knee as he tried to clear it and went back into the top corner. One nil to Hull we had taken the lead, the rest of the match was all Leeds attacking, they hit the post 3 times the bar twice and had 2 goals disallowed for offside. If ever a team didn't deserve to lose it was Leeds.

The crowd was not in a good mood, our supporters chanting wasn't helping, nobody likes to lose but us chanting Leeds are shit and other obscenities wasn't helping. The police kept us in till they had all left then escorted us back to the coaches and the car park. We had removed our scarves and stuffed them in Sal's bag. We followed the coaches out accompanied by police cars.

We had already decided to make a night of it and go back to the pub near Sal's to have a meal and then find a place for some nookie. Meal over Sal was merry having drunk a bottle of white wine, whilst I worked my way through two pints of coke.

It was either back to the waterfront or to a well known dogging car park. Not something we did on a weekend night as it was usually full of doggers. I let Sal choose she said "lets go dogging"

Now that was a surprise, we had discussed it before and I wasn't up for it, I didn't want other people seeing her that way and never mind touching her. She respected that but she would bring it up from time to time usually when she was pissed.

Bizarrely there were only three cars there, as we drove by the men didn't even look, they were all over who was ever in the car.

We parked further down and immediately she was all over me, my cock in her mouth and she was sucking me off with some urgency. I was playing with her, squeezing her nipples and groping her little tits. It wasn't long before I shot my cum in her mouth, with her swallowing the lot and licking her lips. She was on a mission to get my cock hard. She drove it into her cunt hard all the way in, off came her top exposing her tits to me. She forced my head onto her right nipple.

"Oh fuck Mike, bite it please" all as she bounced on my cock, she literally exploded on my cock, her juices all over me. That's when I saw a bloke outside with his little prick in his hand wanking for all he was worth. She put on her top and she said "come on lets get out of here."

My cock back in my soaking pants I started the car, turned round and headed out of the lay by. Only to drive by the car we had seen earlier, a blonde bent over the bonnet and a man with his face pressed into her arse and two others with their cocks out watching. They never moved even though my headlights lit them up. My thoughts went back to the long legged blonde could it be her, surely not.

Sal started talking, "wow that was something else, did you see them."

"We couldn't miss them in my headlights could we."

"Not them, the five guys watching us."

"Five, I saw that old bloke, that's all."

"Can we go to the waterfront you didn't cum twice and I need my clit sucked"

I wasn't going to turn that down, was I, it was only 11pm anyway.

Sal had her hand on my cock most of the way there, but we didn't get to fulfil our needs, the place was crawling with cops. We drove around for a while but in the end we gave up and I took her home. She was falling asleep by the time I kissed her goodnight and set off home. The blonde re-entered my thoughts and instead of turning towards home I headed back to the dogging spot.

Could it have been her or was it just another blonde with long legs? The place where her car had been was empty but there were a couple of vehicles further down. I parked up and slowly and very nervously walked towards them, dressed all in black in the dark hoping no one could see me.

Once I got close enough to see, it was two blokes seeing to each other, I got out of there as quickly as possible and back in my car and away to my home.

What was matter with me, gone was the happy guy with Sal, now I was a demented prick with an obsession for an old blonde I didn't know.

Thankfully I got home safe and was in bed and sleeping ready for a new week's work. Monday I was in the shop making some out of gauge kitchen units for a factory just up the road. Depending on how that went I would be back on installation somewhere.

The blonde slowly slipped from my mind over the next few weeks, not that I wasn't looking when I drove to and from jobs. Not as much when I was out with Sal either. Things had got more or less back to normal, all apart from Sal wanting to go back to the dogging lay by. She brought it up quite a few times. I did agree one Friday but thankfully we were the only car there. Although the fucking was as good as normal, I got the feeling that Sal was disappointed.

It was over 3 months since I had seen the blonde when she crossed the road right in front of me, looked me straight in the eyes and smiled. The car behind me beeped me and I moved on. Her face was so familiar but then not, something about her just hit the mark with me. My obsession started all over again. The more I thought about it, the more something nagged at my brain. I started thinking back to when I saw her, was it only on Friday's late on and weekends, I wasn't sure.

My mind had jumped to the conclusion she worked away and only came home at weekends. Hence late Friday afternoons and the weekend.

The weekdays dragged on. I looked forward to being out and about with Sal in town looking for her, had Sal known she would have been pissed with me for sure. I spotted plenty of blondes but none were her.

Christmas and new year sped by and I was back at work after the shutdown working on a new bespoke kitchen. I had 10 bespoke units to make for the kitchen and 4 standards for the utility. As it was with the company if you made them you fitted them, so any fuck ups were yours and you got the earache. We all accepted it gracefully and got on with it.

All the units made I asked the boss when the fitting was, mid Feb during school holidays 3 weeks away. I didn't at that point make the connection but I did when the time came, who could forget 44 Sunningdale Road it was the bitches address. I would be there all week, there would be no way out of it other than some life threatening disease.

The blonde was still missing and Sal was getting even more adamant we fucked in the lay by and not the waterfront. Even stumping up for a hotel room wasn't changing her mind. The only bright side was the fucking was amazing, I was getting used to seeing hard cocks getting wanked as we fucked in our cars. Sal was pushing the boundaries she wanted one of them to touch her as we fucked, I drew the line at that. But she pushed and pushed, it was getting hard to refuse her. One time we got there to an empty lay by she just wanted to go home there and then. She sulked all the way home.

Then the next weekend we sat in my car outside the pub, I thought we were about to be on our way to the waterfront car park for a night of sex.

She had drunk virtually a full bottle of red and was in a mood, as I wanted the waterfront she wanted the dogging spot, then the shit hit the fan. The ultimatum either we went to the dogging site, let them partake or it was the end of us. I didn't want to lose her so I gave in but not straight away. The ride there was in silence. Her face set in a scowl. The lay by was busy, her mood immediately lightened. Mine dropped even further.

We parked up near the end and she pounced on me, normally I would have loved it, but my heart wasn't in it. She was on a mission again swallowing my cock and fingering herself. Once she saw people approach she opened the door. Sticking her arse outside as she gave me a blowjob. It just didn't turn me on, hearing other men telling her to spread her legs and groping her. It didn't stop me cumming in her mouth, which she swallowed then turned to them and grabbed one guy's cock and started sucking him off. Another was groping her tits under her top, the third had dropped his pants and was about to stick his cock in her. I had seen enough and got out of the car. She saw me but never said a word just watched for a second or two then the guy behind her started to fuck her. She closed her eyes and attacked the guys' cocks with her hands. I looked back a couple of times and they were gangbanging her. The next time I looked back, it was over. She was getting dressed, so I returned to my car.

I couldn't believe her first words to me, "fucking hell that was incredible why the fuck did you clear off, you should have stayed and watched."

"Why would I want to see the girl I love get fucked by 3 men."

"Because I want you to, that's why."

"Sally, is this something you have got out of your system now and we can go back to how it was?"

"Are you mad, no fucking way, get with the programme."

"Not a cat in hell's chance, if that's what you want I will take you home tonight and that's it, we are over."

"Your loss."

No begging, no trying to change my mind, just silence.

I drove her home, she got out and didn't look back.

I replayed the night in my mind on the way home, had I done the right thing, yes without doubt. Would I miss her, yes without doubt, would I take her back if she asked, not sure. Would I miss the sex yes definitely.

One week later I hadn't had any contact from her, I hadn't tried to contact her either, but I wasn't going to go along with her perversion, she would have to change, not me. I got stuck into work and was fully aware of the fact I was due to be fitting the kitchen in Mrs. Clarks next week.

Monday morning filled with dread I set off to Sunningdale Road along with Mitch and George who would assist me in removing the old kitchen and then bring the new units in and load up the old stuff. Mr Brown had briefed us and stressed if we dropped him in it, we could well be out of a job by this time next week.

She was on her doorstep when we arrived, she looked at her watch. I looked at mine, 7.58 we had said 8am no problem there.

The guys got out of their van and brought the tools and covers for the floors.

All she said was "round the back" and pointed at the garage. I hadn't expected that but I should have done. Mitch saw there was a gate next to the garage partially hidden by the hedge. By the time we got to the rear she was in the Utility with the door open.

"You can start in here." Then she was gone.

George looked at me and smiled, "looks like this could get interesting."

It didn't take us long, washing machine and drier out and covered up. Sink and taps disconnected and out. We stopped for a quick drink, she appeared in the garden, looked at her watch and tutted then left. We all kept quiet, we didn't stop for long and got cracking on removing the cupboards. I got the plans out and checked all the measurements all spot on thankfully. As I turned around, she was standing behind me, arms crossed.

"I want you to fit the utility now."

"Sorry Mrs Clark." knowing full well this had been discussed fully with Mr Brown and she had agreed. "The cabinets for here are at the front of the van, we would have to unload it all, just to get at them." She looked like she was going to explode, so I carried on quickly. "Providing all the units in the kitchen come out easily, if I work late tonight I can have the lower units of the utility in place."

She looked at me, I expected a thank you. What I got was "well you better get on with it then and I'm not paying any overtime." She turned around and walked off.

Mitch and I got stuck in dismantling the kitchen, thankfully whoever had done this had done a first class job. The fixings were the same as we used, I could reuse them with a bit of luck. George was bringing the new cabinets into the garden and covering them up.

Mrs Clark was watching from an upstairs window, by 3pm the kitchen was empty George had done the small amount of patching that was required and they were busy bringing the units into the empty kitchen. They left my units in the garden under the cover.

Just before 5pm Mitch set off to get the precut worktop for the Utility room.

He was back just before 6, George had packed up, swept up any mess and was ready to leave. They brought the worktop round and bade me a fond farewell.

Just over an hour later I had finished, she had got her own way. It was done the bottom half anyway. She was like a ninja just appearing. You didn't hear her, she just appeared.

"Off you go I have things to do."

It was like being dismissed from detention, I smiled to myself as I left. I had three messages on my phone all from the boss. The first was at 5.20 who said I could work late, he wasn't paying any overtime. The second 5.30 Don't start rushing just to get out of there. The last 5.45 if she rings me you are for it. I just laughed, as I put the van in gear to move off I saw her bring a wheelie bin out, dressed totally different, gone was the old woman skirt, she had tight jeans on and her hair pulled back into a short pony tail. She still had the old maid blouse and cardigan on. But she looked different, she looked like the blonde. As quick as that thought flashed into my mind, I dismissed it. She did have a bit of a look, same height, long legs not sure on the tits but she was dark haired and always had been from memory. With the blonde in mind I drove the long way back to the yard to collect my car, hoping to see her. No such luck a couple of girls in short skirts but not the blonde I wanted to see.

Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday went fairly well. The utility was finished and she had used both the washing and the drier. The cupboards were full, she hadn't just gone ahead and done it, she had asked me before she did it.

Friday started bad I was 20 minutes late, she wasn't happy nothing was said but she tapped her watch face and stared at me, her face speaking volumes.

First the sealant gun broke, why hadn't I got another one, I always carried two. But it wasn't in my tool bag or the box in the van. That meant leaving and getting another, that would cost me an hour and maybe another deadly stare. What I didn't do was tell her I was leaving, I just left. Half way to the yard my phone rang. It was the boss. "where the fuck are you."

"On the way to the yard to get a new sealant gun, I've just bust both of them."

"You should have rang me, to bring them. Now she is on one, you were late now you have disappeared without a word."

"I'm 10 minutes away so I can be back before lunch."

"Lunch your not taking lunch you fucking muppet, get it done tonight."

The 10 minutes took 20 he was in the yard with 2 guns pacing, he threw them in the van and told me to fuck off back to the job.

The journey back was even worse, I had hoped to make up some time and not take longer. She wasn't a happy bunny, I got both barrels. The gist of it was I was still the useless idiot of 5b. No appreciation of others needs, I was not able to communicate or tell the time apparently. Mr Brown would hear of this and hopefully get me to mend my ways.

The afternoon got worse, my electric saw blew up and tripped her full house electrics. She wasn't listening when I tried to explain all I needed was to change a fuse in the box that had blown. I could get one from Screwfix and be back in less than an hour. She just stormed off upstairs, but not before saying "you have an hour not a minute more."

57 minutes later I was back at her home and fitting the new fuse for the kitchen and utility. Praying that it worked, thankfully it did at least that was over. I would have to cut the rest of the architrave with my small electric saw. It would take longer but that was all my fault.

At 5.30 Mrs Clark appeared, "have you finished"

"No, maybe another hour."

"No."

That was all she said. She just looked at me, shook her head and walked away.

Did that mean she wanted me to go or was I supposed to finish. She walked back in and handed me her mobile. She still hadn't spoken.

I heard "Hello, Michael." as I put the phone to my ear.

"Hello boss."

"What the fuck Michael, why of all the jobs did you pick to fuck around on this one."

"I haven't boss, my saw exploded and the fuse blew, it was black so I went got another to replace it. I can be finished in an hour or so but she just said no."

"Michael fucking sort it." The phone went dead.

"Mrs Clark, I am nearly finished, just 3 pieces of architrave to fit and then the clean down and polish."

"Not tonight or tomorrow 11.30 Sunday if you are late don't bother coming, now get out."

I was out of there in 5 minutes, feeling exactly like I did at school, ego pummelled and deflated. I had missed lunch so I stopped at the shopping centre for a Burger King. I was sitting in the window finishing off my second coffee when the blonde walked by. She looked at me and turned away quickly. I thought about following her but my day had been bad enough, I didn't want to get done for stalking. 10 minutes later as I was heading to the car park she crossed my path again. All the men watched her, maybe this was what got her off. Low cut lime green top exposing her bulging tits, tight figure hugging black leggings and high heels. She knew she looked good and so did all the eyes following her. I had my mobile in my hand. I followed her and took pictures holding the phone like I was taking a selfie. 20 minutes later I was on my way home for a wank.

The more I looked at her, the more I was nearly convinced it was Mrs Clark, she looked much younger and a bit different, could make up do that?. She could have been wearing blue green contact lenses instead of glasses. The blonde hair could have been a wig, I shook my head had I just had a wank over my old teacher, the super bitch. I shook it again no fucking way dummy. I got showered and changed and went to the pub, five pints later I had dismissed it all as a weird hideous fantasy.

Saturday I went to football then straight home, I wanted my head clear for Sunday. Shit game but they won again bizarre they never seemed to lose when they played crap. But when they dominated the opposition they either drew or lost.

11.15 Sunday morning I was at Mrs Clarks looking through the side gate. She was in the garden taking in her washing. Lime green top, black leggings and a plaid skirt, a cream top and some skimpy underwear. No it couldn't be but it almost definitely was her. I crept back to the van, waited then went to the front door and rang the bell. Mrs Clark the teacher answered and pointed towards the gate. I didn't see her again till I had finished just over 2 hours later. Even then I had to call her, the kitchen door opened and the blonde walked in.

"Hello Michael J Robinson, how do you like my alter ego."

This was the sexiest I had seen her, tight black and red corset top, a pair of latex micro shorts and black thigh boots. My cock hardened, making quite a bulge in my jeans. She hadn't missed it growing she looked down and smiled. I still hadn't spoken.

"I take it you like what you see, I saw you at the gate this morning and knew it was over."

"Sorry"

"Don't be, now you know we can continue the game and we can put that bulge in your pants in my wet fanny and you can fuck my brains out."

She took my hand and led me out of the kitchen into the hall and up the stairs. I could see a wet patch between her legs.

She wasn't trying to overpower me but she was leading me exactly where she wanted me. Sensual kissing, hands roaming over each other's bodies, easing us out of our clothes. Revealing huge dark nipples on white slightly sagging tits. I moved down to her neck, she liked that, me kissing her neck. The moans grew louder as I sucked on her right nipple, my hand stroking her naked arse. She moved it between her legs and she spoke.

"Please be gentle, it's been just over a year since Peter died and well you know."

It hadn't been her in the lay by thankfully, I didn't want any involvement with a dogger. I brought her to the brink of her first climax with my fingers and made her cum with my tongue and lips on her clit. Then we cuddled and she opened up to me.

They had played this game since they married whilst at university, she would dress up he would pick her up bring her home and fuck her for hours.

At first it was the short dresses and blonde wig, then came the old teacher. They decided to do one of the interviews as the matronly teacher never thinking she would get the job, but she did and Mrs Clark was born and she got off on the kids hating her and calling her super bitch. Now she was stuck with it. The blonde came out on weekends away, it added loads to their sex life, until he died in a car crash. She had been wandering around different towns for a couple of months and for the last month around Hull. Nobody tried to chat her up, it pissed her off. So when you saw me taking in washing of my alter ego get up, she thought fuck it, just go for it he either will or he won't.

My cock was hard again and it needed some attention, a slow fuck was in order. I eased her onto her back and slipped between her legs. She was eager and was pulling me inside her with her long legs.

"Aw, fuck, aw fuck." She screamed as my cock slipped deep inside her.

Her legs were holding me tight inside her, had she just had another little orgasm. Her moaning increased in volume, then she started to fuck me back. Damn she was good, pulling me inside her and thrusting against me with perfect timing.

I wanted to get my cock between her tits but she wasn't letting him out until she was done. I was close and holding on as best I could when she came in floods, so I let rope after rope shoot inside her. My hot spunk mixed with her juices and still she didn't stop, till she had milked every drop out of me.

"If only you had put that effort in at school, you could have aced english. Ready for round two"

I didn't need to ask twice, I wanted to taste her. I went straight for it, not slowly working my way down. I started at the finish line. No pubic hair to worry about because she was shaved clean. Her bulging lips were parted by my tongue as it danced around her cunt. She was already moaning but that increased when I pushed my tongue on her clit. Other women I had been with closed their legs a bit when I did this but she opened them wider. So I slipped a finger in her soaking wet cunt and gave it a few wiggles. She liked that laid flat on her back legs stretched out like she was doing the splits, my finger inside her and me sucking on her cunny. She was cumming in a little burst, I wanted her to have one hell of an orgasm but I thought my prick needed to be inside her to do that. She changed that with just two words "fist me"

It was an instruction not a request, so I added a couple more fingers, more moans. Then a forth, I had always wanted to do this but never had the courage to try. In went my thumb more moans and an aw fuck. Twisting my hand and pushing was getting more of my hand inside her, then it was her hands that joined mine pushing it further into her, then slowly pulling a bit out and then pushing it back in, she was coaching me showing me what she wanted. I was in her just past my wrist when she exploded, squirting her juices everywhere. The scream and the language stopped me, but she yelled "don't fucking stop" I carried on she was a quivering wreck, her arse moving all over the bed when she froze and came again. I thought she would be done but she said "my turn" as she devoured my cock, gagging it slid down her throat. She was taking too long licking and sucking my bell end. I needed to cum now, not bring me to the brink and stop. I took control and she let me, shove my cock further down her throat saliva everywhere as I fucked her mouth then I shot my cum down her throat she gagged spitting some out down the side of my cock, the look of sheer pleasure on her face was incredible it spoke volumes.

"Fucking hell Jackie that was insane."

"So you do remember my first name then, so much nicer that super bitch Clark don't you think."

We cuddled again and she pulled the sheet over us as sleep took over.

We slept for a while then showered, got something to eat and chatted till it was time for me to leave. I was unsure about my next move, did she want to do this again, I did. Or had she used me just to scratch that itch between her legs.

We kissed before she opened the door, a nice sensual one not a hard needy kind.

"Well Michael J Robinson the blonde will be out and about in town next Friday night after 8pm, do you think you could catch her."

"Well Mrs Jackie Clark, I will certainly try my very best, the rewards are amazing."

"Bye bye Michael thank you for doing a splendid job."

"Which one"

"Both, bye" the door closed. Fuck me what a day, could I wait till Friday I would just have to.