Earning Brownie Points
As it had last week, Friday dawned with a crisp white frosting to the lawns and a bright blue sky. The cheerful weather wasn’t the only reason I had a spring in my step as I made my way through the garden gate heading for Simon’s kitchen.
Sonya had phoned last night to say her first date with Miss Bradshaw – Julie – had gone brilliantly well. There was more than a spark of love and lust there, she said, thanking me for my encouragement and advice. Julie was also keen to meet me apparently, to apologise for disrupting our special moment in the gym changing rooms nineteen years ago!
And Greg had come up with a lovely suggestion last night: Why not invite Simon and his new lady friend, Patricia, to join us for Sunday lunch? The group walk should give them a good appetite, and we were both keen to see how they were getting on with each other – to see if my ‘confidence coaching’ was paying off, was how Greg put it.
And the last piece in the coaching plan was on my mind as I hurried up Simon’s back lawn in my pleated skirt and black seamed stockings. The cozy fleece top and trainers rather spoiled the seductress look, but I had a pair of heels in my hand, as well as the cake tin. I would change shoes when I got there, and hoped the combination of heels, stockings and suspenders and a little black skirt would create the desired effect.
“Coo-ee!” I called out as I opened the door. “It’s Randy Mandy, your friendly neighbourhood nympho!” I figured we knew each other well enough by now to make a joke of it.
Simon was laughing as he stepped into the kitchen, but his grin turned to a look of surprise and delight as he saw me shrug off my fleece revealing a flesh-coloured bra. Then I kicked off my trainers and slipped on the heels before doing a slow twirl, lifting my skirt to show my stocking tops. “What do you think?”
“Wow! Very erotic, Mandy. You certainly know how to turn a chap on.”
“Good. Today’s the big day, Simon. How are you feeling?”
“Excited. Rather perky, actually. Especially seeing you dressed like this.”
“I thought we could have coffee and cake afterwards. I’ve baked some more brownies this morning as a celebration… once we’ve done the deed and you’re no longer a ‘born-again virgin’!”
“Can’t wait!” he said. “Where do you want me?”
“I thought the lounge settee might be suitable… and you might want to bring a towel again.”
I slipped my bra off and left it with my fleece and trainers in the kitchen. By the time I got through to the lounge, Simon had reappeared with a light blue fluffy bath towel, but minus his trousers and briefs. He was a quick learner, this man.
He spread the towel on the settee cushions and was about to lay himself down on top of it when I grabbed his arm. “Uh-uhh!” I shook my head. “No lying down on the job today, my lovely.”
He looked puzzled, so I gave him a hint. “You can be a fine upstanding gentleman, and I will be your brazen hussy. You can have me bent over the back of the settee. I think you’ll find that will work best for both of us.”
“Whatever you say, Mandy! I bow to your greater experience.” He looked hilarious, bowing theatrically in just a shirt and socks, but I resisted the urge to laugh this time.
“Okay,” I said, snatching up the towel and walking behind the settee, where I spread it out over the top and back. I then turned and rested my bum against it before raising my skirt an inch at a time. I smiled seductively as I slowly revealed my stocking tops, creamy thighs and suspenders and finally, my pussy with dark tuft of pubic hair above.
“C’mere, lover boy!” I crooked my finger at him. “Let’s get warmed up… and then you can fuck me.”
He stood between my legs, smiling, eyebrows raised expectantly. I unbuttoned his shirt from the bottom to halfway up his chest, then tied the two shirt tails together.
“That’s better,” I said, reaching down and grabbing him, “I can see your freshly-shaved equipment is all ready for action.”
His cock was stiff as a poker and already dripping pre-cum as I pulled it towards my hot wet gash and stroked the swollen glans up and down between my pussy lips. Between his pre-cum and my pussy juice, there was plenty of lubrication to get the show started, but I was in no hurry.
“How does that feel?” I asked, as I reached down to cup his balls with my left hand and stroked his cock gently up and down my slit with my right.
“It feels wonderful, Mandy. But don’t we need some protection to stop you getting pregnant?”
“No risk of that, my love. Due to a quirk of nature, my eggs don’t reach my womb, and your sperms can’t reach my eggs. We can fuck forever and we won’t make any babies.”
“Oh, I see. Aren’t you sad you can’t have children? I mean, Liz didn’t like sex and didn’t want to have babies, but I think you would be a wonderful mother, Mandy.”
“That’s nice of you. Yes, I would have liked children, and I was upset when I first found out, when I was twenty. But I’ve accepted it now and feel grateful for what I’ve got.”
I continued to plough my furrow with his cockhead and added, “Some people have told me my body was made for sex, and I can’t disagree. It does seem to revel in it.”
I stopped speaking for a minute while I tried to push my clitoris into his cock’s weeping eye. “MMmmm, that feels so nice, don’t you think?”
“Wonderful, Mandy,” he breathed.
“So… Mother Nature gave me a body that loves sex, craves sex almost every minute of the day. But she saw fit to tangle my tubes so I don’t make babies. Ironic, don’t you think?”
“Is there no treatment?”
“There is, but I decided not to go for it… just rejoice in what I’ve got. I’d rather devote my life to sharing my love with as many friends as I can - try and change the world, one fuck at a time!” I looked up at his face and smiled. “Are you ready to fuck now, Simon?”
“Ohhh, more than ready,” he whispered.
“Okay,” I said, slotting his cock into the mouth of my vagina. “Push it up there, lover… slow and gentle. I don’t want you cumming just yet.”
He leaned forward and as we both watched, his stiff, hairless cock slid smoothly into my slick love tunnel, all the way up to his balls.
“Aaahhh!” he sighed. “That feels amazing!”
I had to agree. After nearly two weeks of foreplay, I was more than ready to feel him deep inside me.
“Okay. Slide back out slowly and I’ll turn around.”
He eased back, his cock making a delicious slurping sound as it pulled free. I stood up, kissed him softly on the lips, then turned and bent over the back of the settee.
“I hope you like the view?” I said, moving my legs wider apart. Most men, in my experience, find the combination of heels, seamed stockings and spread bum cheeks irresistible. My pussy was wide open and dripping, waiting for his cock.
“Oh, Mandy. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
“Almost there,” I said. “Slide back in and get yourself comfortable.”
His cock re-entered my vagina but felt to be at an odd angle.
“Let me know if you need me higher or lower,” I called over my shoulder.
“Umm… a little lower please.”
I hitched my hips backwards and bent my knees to bring my pussy down a few inches.
“How’s that?”
He slid back in, slowly and smoothly, his cockhead bumping against my G-spot on the way, which made me squeak.
“Is that okay for you?” he said.
“Purrrfect! You can fuck me properly now, Simon. Go slowly to start with and build up speed. Don’t stop until you’ve cum inside me.”
He started pumping his cock gently in and out, his cockhead rubbing my G-spot and his balls pressing against my clitoris at the end of each upstroke. It felt divine and I was already close to cumming.
“Mmm… mmm… mmm… so, so good…” I mumbled into the cushions I was resting my head on.
Simon was gradually increasing the pace and pushing a little deeper each time. My legs were beginning to quiver as I began to soar above the clouds and stars started popping behind my eyelids.
“Oh fuck… ohhh fuck… ohhh fuuucckkk!” My moans became shouts as my orgasm exploded like a firework and my legs went from quivering to shaking and jerking. Fortunately, the settee held me firmly in place while I writhed and trembled, and Simon ploughed on regardless.
As I came down from the first one, and started climbing the stairway once again, I realised his hands were on my backside, holding my cheeks apart. It felt wonderful to be spread wide as he rammed his cock into me, but I wasn’t sure whether he was enjoying seeing my asshole winking at him as I climaxed, or had other ideas. Then I felt his thumb pressing against my anus and I hoped he was going to slip that inside me too.
“Oh, yeahhh!” I crooned as he did just that, his thumb sliding in as deep as it would go. He started pumping it in and out of my tight little bumhole, in time with his cock thrusting into my vagina. I melted into another orgasm, even bigger than the first. It seemed to go on and on, but slowly I returned to planet Earth and settled onto a lofty orgasmic plateau.
Simon showed no signs of stopping, in fact his thrusts were getting stronger. My legs had turned to jelly, so it was only the settee, his thumb and his cock that were keeping me in place, bent nearly double over his lounge furniture.
The ramming and thumbing became more urgent and I guessed he was nearing his orgasm as I soared into the stratosphere for climax number three.
“AaaHHH…NNNGGG!” He growled as he humped into me and the settee shifted with each stroke. Despite being close to that drifting off stage, I was aware that he’d stopped thrusting now and his legs were trembling while his cock jumped and lurched inside me, emptying his balls deep in my vagina. It was a wonderful feeling and I teetered on the brink of ecstasy for an age as his cock began to soften and his thumb gently massaged my anus.
But all good things must come to an end.
“Umm… I have to move, Mandy. Sorry!” he gasped urgently. “Cramp… in my leg!”
He unplugged himself and limped off to the bathroom. I slowly pushed my head up from the cushions and levered my torso upright. I grabbed the towel that had saved the settee from being impregnated with our combined outpourings, and held it between my legs as I tottered on my heels to the bathroom. Simon was standing with one leg in his bath, rubbing his calf furiously under hot water running from the tap.
“Sorry to rush off,” he said as my heels clicked past him on the tiles. “Get this sometimes… it’ll go off in a minute. Are you okay?”
“I’m great, thanks. Need the loo, if you don’t mind?” I didn’t wait for an answer, sitting on the toilet and letting my pee go. Fortunately the noises weren’t too unladylike and Simon limped off, saying he was going to find some clothes. We reconvened in the kitchen, both dressed, refreshed and decent once again.
“Mandy,” he said, switching on the kettle, “I have to tell you what joy I’ve felt today. I hope you enjoyed it too?”
“Loved it! Any girl would be delighted with your performance, Simon. And speaking of any girl… would you like to bring your new friend Patricia to lunch with us on Sunday, after your walk?”
“That’s very kind of you. Are you sure Greg won’t mind?”
“It’s his idea. Will you ask her?”
“I’ll call her this afternoon and let you know, thank you. Now…” He lifted the lid off the cake tin and breathed in the aroma of freshly-baked brownies, “I think we both deserve one of these, don’t you?”
“Yes, we’ve earned it!” I said, then, remembering I had two books in my fleece pocket, “I’ve also brought you some reading matter, to help keep you perky… hopefully.”
I handed him paperback copies of ‘Educating Peter’ and ‘Finishing School’ and awaited his reaction. Simon studied the covers with a frown. “Who is Arabella Maghri?” he asked.
“Ta-daa!” I grinned and held my hands out wide.
“You!”
“My pen name.”
“You write books too? Is there no end to your talents, Mandy?” He turned one of them over, studied the illustration of the author on the back cover while holding it up in front of me. “That’s a pretty good likeness, actually!”
“I hope it’s not so good that readers recognise me in the street?” I said. “You are one of a select few who know I am the author, so keep that bit of info to yourself, okay?”
“Certainly! So, erotic adventures, eh? I shall read these with great enjoyment, I’m sure!”
“I hope so, Simon. You’re going to be in the next one!”
Next time: Mandy gets to meet Sonya's new lover, their former PE teacher Miss Bradshaw. Will there be sex and secrets, revelations and regrets? All will be revealed in Part 9.
