The Aussie boy has come to England to play cricket and find a less complicated love life. Things have not worked out as he had anticipated. He is bemused and confused by English women, as he stumbles from one experience to the next.
I woke slowly on Thursday morning with a dry mouth and aching head. In that half asleep state, where you struggle to focus on what's reality and what have been dreams. Terri was lying naked on top of me, moving her slim body up and down mine. Her small breasts, tight against my chest, her sharp nipples scratching me. The image was vivid and I moved my hand to my cock, finding it hard.
Suddenly Terri was gone and now it was her friend Mandy rubbing her much larger breasts on me. This caused me some consternation, not least because we were lying on a table in a café'. The table cloth was black checks. I wanted Terri back and I stopped moving my hand. Then Terri was standing beside me offering me a cup of coffee, saying it was alright and that I should let Mandy pleasure me. I wanted to rise from the table but couldn't because Mandy was crushing the breath out of me.
I began to enjoy Mandy lying on me and her breasts grew larger. She wanted to lower herself onto me. Suddenly Mandy had morphed into Ness and she bit hard into my neck.
I woke with a start, hot and sweating profusely. The images of the women remained vivid. I struggled to control my racing heart.
"Just a dream," I thought to myself, hearing rain on the roof. I looked at the clock. 9.30am.
My mind moved back to a hazy recollection of the previous night. I'd brought Mandy home. My heart sank.
"Fuck, that was a mistake," I said out loud. "She's Terri's mate. I like Terri, so why'd I do a dumb thing like that."
I had not even got to fuck her. She wouldn't let me. Instead we had engaged in this bizarre mutual masturbation routine.
I began to relax as I recalled more of the details. It hadn't been too bad. I started to get hard again as I remembered her breasts on my back her hand on my cock. She'd been good, but it hadn't been entirely satisfying. There was something missing. It was the same with Ness. That emotional connection was missing. It was just sex.
I drifted back to sleep. This time it was all Terri in my dreams. Pretty, happy and chatting away.
I woke again. Terri was not here. She was up in Scotland with her father. Our one conversation since she left had been curt to say the least. My mind began to shift to the here and now. To what was more immediately available to me.
Not five metres from where I lay slept Felicity. She and I were lovers, although that had cooled of late. My thoughts now entirely focussed on her.
"She'd have arrived home from her shift at 6.30am and gone straight to bed. Mike having left for work at 5.30am, as he always did, in order to beat the traffic."
I imagined Felicity in bed alone, soft and warm between the sheets. Her nice firm, handful sized breasts and her legs slightly parted. She wouldn't lead me on like Mandy had and she wouldn't look to tease and dominate like Ness. My hand tightened on my cock and I made a decision.
I got out of bed, took a swig of water and walked to the full length mirror. I was naked and admired my toned body and prominent erection. I took a deep breath and summoned up more courage.
Felicity had never invited me into her marital bed. She'd always led me to my bed. While she had never said as much, it appeared her and Mike's bedroom was off limits. This notion of going where I was forbidden aroused me further and I steeled myself to proceed.
Mike and Felicity's bedroom was immediately across the hall from mine. I had tip toed past it the previous night with Mandy, leading her to our unusual, somewhat frustrating sexual encounter. The rain on the roof continued.
My plan was fraught with risk and could spell the end of any relationship I had with Felicity. Countering this was my raging sexual drive, driven by memories of last night's frustrations and the fact that sex with Felicity was warm and familiar.
I stood at her door with these thoughts swirling in my head. My passion began to rise further. I put my hand on the door knob and gently turned the handle.
The bedroom was dimly lit, but I could make out enough. Felicity was asleep on the far side of the double bed, covered by a sheet, a blanket bunched at her feet. I moved into the room leaving the door open. If Mike returned unexpectedly I wanted to hear him enter the house. Felicity did not stir. She'd only been in bed three hours and was most likely deep in slumber.
I moved across to the bed. The excitement of this forbidden venture was now making my balls ache. My hard cock waved about like a wand. The window was open and I felt a little chill accompanied by goose bumps. I stood by the bed and listened to her regular breathing. I took a deep breath of my own as I looked down at Felicity. The sheet came up to her breasts and I saw she wore the flimsy summer nighty with the thin straps. I could see the outline of her right breast and the contour of her slim legs beneath the sheet.
I moved forward, lifted the sheet and lay down behind her. When her breathing did not alter, I moved in closer, spooning her. I felt her warmth, as my chest nestled in against her back. My cock rested against her soft buttocks. I moved my hand to her breast, enveloping it.
Felicity took a deep breath. I froze not wanting her to waken with fright. I waited for her br4eathing to return to normal then began to lightly massage the breast, with the pads on my finger -tips. Her nipple was erect.
My need grew stronger. I brought my knees up tighter behind hers and ground my erection into her buttocks.
Felicity began to stir. I moved my hand down her night dress, across her small bump of a stomach. The flimsy garment had ridden up around her hips in the night. I raised the hem a little more and found she wore no panties.
