"Miss Walters of 21 Park Road?" Brian asked as the door opened.
Sharon was indeed Miss Walters, although it took Brian's explanation that he'd come to drop off some misdirected mail before she decided to confirm it.
"If I were a betting woman, I'd stake my flat on you living at 21 Park Road South, and on you being called Brian. I always pop your letters back into the post box after writing 'South' in red when I get them," Sharon said with a smile.
"I'd have done the same in reverse, but this hot weather made me want to step out into the breeze to cool off," Brian explained.
"I was about to walk to the shop to buy batteries because my idea for taking my mind off the heat needs some, and my rechargeables have given up on me. I was going to switch to manual drive instead, but it's forecast to stay hot for a while, and I've got some time off and no other plans. I might end up with no skin left on my fingers if I did that," Sharon replied with a giggle.
"If I were the cheeky sort, I'd offer you the use of my fingers to save your skin and a walk to the shop," Brian laughed.
"If I were, too, that would work perfectly," Sharon said, playfully grabbing Brian by the arm and bundling him into her home.
"Something delivered south will be far from inconvenient right now," Sharon continued, pulling off her jeans and knickers and pressing Brian's fingers against her excited wetness.
"Manual beats automatic every time, if someone else is driving. You've made my fanny quack, too, which means I'm already super horny and wet," Sharon giggled, sighing dreamily as Brian's firm, quick touch slid inside her.
"There'll be roadworkers building up a sweat like mine outside in this heat, but having a lot less fun than I am," Brian laughed in response to Sharon's request to help her come hard by thrusting and circling his fingers.
As Sharon filled her bedroom with laughter and the sounds of erotic excitement, she moved against Brian's touch with mounting force. Her entire body was ablaze with sensual energy, and the element of surprise at what was unfolding heightened everything beautifully.
"Keep stroking my excitable oyster like that, and she'll knit you a pearly waistcoat," Sharon gasped as she felt herself speeding toward her desired destination.
Sharon's words kept Brian's touch busy as she squirmed, shook, and wailed with excitement. When she could no longer hold back the inevitable, she greeted the onset of her climax with a sound somewhere between those of a baying hound and a foghorn.
"Whoo, whoo, owww. Whoo, whoo, owww!" Sharon exclaimed, with a few mouthed but silent ones thrown in for good measure.
Just as Sharon had hoped, Brian ensured she could enjoy every moment of an unexpectedly intense climax. There might not have been the sound of needles knitting a pearly waistcoat to listen to, but Sharon's canine and warning-like noises were more than satisfactory substitutes.
Once Sharon had decided to take charge, gripping Brian's cock and pointing it toward her waiting breasts seemed the perfect way to keep the fun going. As with what had gone before, Sharon's work was intentionally firm and fast, and, as confirmed by the accompanying sounds of pleasure, was to both parties' liking.
"Feeling cum slap against my tits will set off another explosion for me, too, I'm sure. It's actually what I was daydreaming about when I was planning to go solo. Not your sticky mess, since we hadn't met then, but we certainly have now," Sharon laughed, eager to bring her idle thoughts to life.
As Sharon began to pull hard on Brian's cock with one hand, the fingers of the other hand pumped frantically inside her body. Sharon's moans harmonised perfectly with Brian's groans, and her wild finale sent ropes of cum racing from Brian's cock onto her breasts and nipples.
"Chumba fuckin' wumba," Sharon screamed as her body jackknifed under Brian's opening shots.
Sharon squealed with excitement each time Brian applied fresh cum to her body. Her climax sent waves of joy through her, and she was in heaven. Her oyster was well and truly pearly, and its shell was rattling out the theme tune to the evening news, or at least it was in Sharon's erotically scrambled head.
When Brian's cock was drained, leaving him with sensation alone, he and Sharon massaged his cum over her body. They did so while laughing continually.
"Being sticky together's fun. Isn't it?" Sharon laughed, delighted to have stumbled across a kindred spirit who agreed there was more to sexy time than just inserting part 'A' into slot 'B'.
As they embraced, Brian and Sharon agreed that enjoying similar fun again soon sounded like a splendid idea. Sharon certainly laughed when Brian began singing 'Stuck On You' at the top of his voice.
Sharon is happy for Brian to dive for pearls in her oyster bed as often as he likes, and Brian intends to do so.
