Eve Jensen stepped out of the bath. Wrapping the large soft towel around her, she started to dry herself.
In her bedroom, Eve stood in front of the full length mirror and let the towel fall to her feet. She looked at her reflection and sighed, "with a body like that, surely I can get someone to fuck me."
The reflection showed a very pretty woman, not beautiful in the classic sense of the word, but very attractive. Blonde hair, a little blonder than nature intended, with the help of a bottle, but cut in a cute bob, which framed her face.
Her hands cupped her breasts, her perfect breasts. They were magnificent, twin orbs of sheer femininity.
As Eve tweaked her nipples, they sprang to life, two little nubs of pleasure, set in a deep pink aureoles. Eve loved her breasts, loved playing with them, but even more, loved someone else doing it.
Her stomach was flat, at the junction of her thighs, her pubic triangle was several shades darker than her head, but still alluring. Her legs were not her best feature, nice, shapely, but to short, she would die for longer legs.
Eve was a very sexual girl, but since her affair with Carl King had blown up, with disastrous results, the only sex she had, was with herself.
Ah Carl. The affair had been exciting, the electric tension of working in adjoining offices, the sneaky kisses when there was no one around. The clandestine meetings in hotel rooms, where they would enjoy each others bodies, kissing, licking, sucking and best of all fucking, oh god Carl was good at it all, but when it came to fucking he was an artist.
One occasion always sprang to mind. A country hotel neat Hotten. They had almost ripped each others clothes off, so anxious were they.
Eve had sucked his cock, while his fingers were embedded deep inside her, quickly bringing her to orgasm. He had then fucked her in every position possible, making her come, time after time.
When he finally sprayed her face with his cum, she was exhausted and was content to just lay in the arms of her lover. Just ten minutes later she felt a nudge on her leg as his penis was slowly engorging with blood, rising to the ridged lump of flesh she loved so much. God he was incredible.
The very thought of Carl forced Eve to lay on her bed, one hand caressing her breast, whilst the other was soon buried deep in her pussy. As her fingers worked, images of him, thrusting his large cock into her, filled her mind.
Soon she achieved orgasm and as she relaxed she uttered just one word, "bastard."
Eve stood and looked again in the mirror, she liked very much what she saw, and made a vow.
"If I can't have any man," Eve hesitated and with a sly smile continued, "or woman, in this village with a body like mine, then I will take a vow of celibacy ."
She then slipped into her pyjamas and joined her gran Edna Birch to watch TV, thinking to herself, not for much longer, then it will be sex, sex and more sex.
She had in mind her first victim.......................
Meanwhile over at Butler's farm, Holly Barton was gazing out of her bedroom window.
Holly had hit rock bottom, her drug problem almost tearing her family apart, before her parents "cold turkey" solution had started her on the long road to normality.
She was now feeling and certainly looking better, than in the past months. She was an attractive young girl, with a very nice petite body.
Now her craving for heroin was gone, her natural desire to enjoy the intimacy of sex with a man was growing daily. She remembered with disgust the last time she had sex. A blow job against a pub wall with some disgusting old man, who gave her twenty pounds, which she had immediately spent on a score of heroin.
But her social life was now non existent, so where was she to find a man?
At that moment, Andy Sugden emerged from the barn. She had never thought of Andy as a potential lover, but she saw him in a new light now.
He was tall, very dark, and the way he was throwing those bags of feed effortlessly into the trailer, very fit.
Holly had made up her mind. Today was the day she would become a complete woman again.
Her dad and brother were away for the day at a machinery sale, mum Moira was in Leeds shopping with her sister, the coast was clear.
Making her way into the yard Hollie saw Andy going back into the barn. She followed him.
"Hi Andy," she said. "how are you doing?"
Andy was startled but answered "Oh hi Hollie, not bad thanks, been better , but can't complain."
Andy sat down on a straw bale where Hollie joined him.
"You look miserable, what's the problem?" inquired Hollie.
