A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years.
Chapter Nineteen. 2001 Part B.
(August.) Eddie, late-forties. Darren, early-thirties.
My parents, having recently moved for the second time since retiring, asked me if I could spend a day at their new house while they were away on a short break. They had ordered a new washing machine which was due for delivery during their absence. Having been tasked with keeping an eye on the house whenever they were away, as I had their previous one, I agreed readily enough. Actually the new detached property on the outskirts of A******, and only a couple of miles from their previous house, was ideal for sunbathing with an area of the rear garden completely surrounded by a tall hedge. Not that there were any other houses at all close, the nearest property being a farm about a quarter of a mile away. In fact the house had been built on a corner of a field belonging to the aforementioned farm.
I decided to travel to my parents house the morning before the expected delivery and spend the night there rather than travelling on the day itself, thinking it would be more relaxing that way. I took case notes to work on but little else apart from a change of underwear and my yellow bikini.
It was glorious weather and I spent the afternoon sunbathing on the rear lawn as planned but without doing any paperwork, deciding to knuckle down to that in the evening.
With the same hot sunny weather continuing next day I attached a note to the front door directing the delivery men to the rear garden. Having sunbathed naked the previous day I thought it prudent to put my bikini on for the delivery men, though after a time removed the top.
I must have dozed off in the hot sun but disturbed by something I opened my eyes to find two black guys looking down at me, the tallest with a smile on his face, the shorter guy more serious looking.
"We've brought your washing machine. Presumably it's to come round the back," the shorter one said, waving a hand in the direction of the kitchen door.
"I must have fallen asleep," I murmured. "Yes bring it through the side entrance."
The guys departed to their vehicle and a short time later reappeared wheeling my parent's new washing machine on a sack barrow.
I showed them where it was to go and the tall rangy looking guy began disconnecting the old machine which they'd be taking away along with any packaging from the new machine.
Meanwhile, the shorter and chunkier looking guy, who sported a small moustache and glasses, began preparing the new machine for installation.
He introduced himself as Eddie and told me he was the driver and Darren his assistant, chiefly I suspect to emphasize his senior position in the operation. Eddie was probably late-forties and Darren early-thirties.
Anyway the old machine was successfully removed and the new one connected in its place but with a fair amount of grunting from Darren, who appeared to do the bulk of the work entailed in manhandling the heavy machines. With the old washing machine loaded onto their vehicle the guys returned to wash their hands. Seeing the sweat glistening on Darren's face I asked if they fancied a cold drink before going on their way.
"That would be great. This is our last delivery of the day so we're in no hurry," Darren told me eagerly.
"Yes well I suppose my assistant is right. We've only the old machines to offload before finishing for the day," Eddie said.
There was a limited choice of drinks in my parents house but they were both happy to settle for cold orange squash and at my suggestion we took our drinks outside.
"You like to feel the sun on your body?" Darren asked conversationally.
"Oh yes. Had you come yesterday you'd have found me naked."
"I'd have come in more ways than one if I'd seen that!" Darren exclaimed.
"Behave Darren. You'll have to excuse my crude assistant madame."
"That's OK but madame sounds a bit formal. Call me Sandi."
"And would you be feeling randy, Sandi?" asked Darren.
"Be quiet Darren, you're embarrassing both me and the lady."
"You're not embarrassing me, I was just thinking this could be my lucky day. Two very handsome guys with time on their hands, why not join me on the rug."
"Great idea," Darren said flopping down beside me.
"Hmm we seem to have an imbalance of clothing here. Get your kit off," I told Darren who promptly stood up again to undress.
Eddie remained looking at me for a few seconds before he too began undressing, though more slowly.
Darren undressed down to his underpants, merely a thong actually and a bulging one at that, and stretched out beside me. Eddie may have seemed a little reluctant to begin with but surprised me by going a stage further than Darren and stripping naked. I stared up at a large and very erect penis sticking out from a cluster of tightly packed black curls. I instinctively reached up to cup his balls in my hand while he stood looking down at me.
"The imbalance of clothes is yours now," he said at last, and catching me by surprise knelt and pulled my bikini pants down and off.
"Yes! What did I tell you, she wants it all right," Darren whooped when my legs automatically parted.
Grinning, he slipped a hand between my thighs and no doubt found me very wet.
Eddie was kneeling beside me then and holding his penis urged me to lick his balls. I did so eagerly as Darren's fingers explored my cunt, soon toying with my clitoris in delightful manner.
I licked and sucked Eddie's balls for quite a while before turning my attention to his nice long penis. Licking and nibbling the tip I then sucked it into my mouth happily aware that Darren's face was now between my thighs.
The first touch of his tongue on my cunt was electrifying and I removed Eddie's penis from my mouth briefly to tell him so. With Darren tonguing my clitoris I found it difficult to concentrate on sucking Eddie's penis but persisted until convulsions sent waves of orgasmic sensations flooding through my body.
The smiling Darren slipped his pants off then to reveal an erection even bigger than Eddie's, his smile widening when I purred with delight.
"Oh yes, I want this," I told Darren, sitting up to take his penis between my lips.
Eddie seemed content to just watch as I worked on Darren's genitals the way I had his earlier; licking, kissing and sucking his balls before repeating the procedure with his penis.
Eventually though Eddie told Darren to lay down on his back and me to knee over him. After a brief hiatus as we took up the positions I resumed the lovely task of sucking and licking Darren's penis. Feeling Eddie's hands stroking my thighs, then my bottom, I assumed he was about to fuck me. Instead, and to my utter delight, Eddie's hands parted my buttocks and his tongued flicked back and forth over my anus.
"Oh yes!" I called out, briefly raising my head, before returning to the job of sucking Darren's penis.
Not for long though. With Darren's hands on my breasts, fingers stimulating my nipples, Eddie licking my anus while fingering my cunt I soon convulsed in another noisy orgasm.
"Randy Sandi, indeed," I heard Eddie remark as I came back down to earth, only for another wild yell to break from my lips when he drove his penis into me.
I lowered my mouth to Darren's penis once more as Eddie began fucking me with long slow penis thrusts. His hands found my breasts, dislodging Darren's, and his thrusts speeded up. With Darren's fingers now stimulating my clitoris and the joyous feel of Eddie's penis driving in and out of me, a series of ecstatic yells broke from my lips frightening the birds from the trees!
Directly Eddie came and withdrew I shuffled forward into a squatting position over Darren's magnificent erection. Sinking down on it I again gave vent to a joyous cry, fully impaling myself on his penis. While we fucked Eddie fingered my anus and I rode Darren's thrusting penis at a frantic pace.
I leaned down to kiss Darren as he came, feeling his penis jerking deep inside me while Eddie's fingers were equally deep inside my anus!
I returned home having left a note for my parents telling them that all went well with the delivery and I'd be happy to oblige again with any other tasks which might crop up.
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(October.) Bryce, etc.
I was very surprised when a company specialising in the organizing and running of seminars and conferences invited me to join their team of speakers. The invitation came completely out of the blue and I had no idea how they learnt about me. They wanted me to give occasional seminars on various aspects of the legal profession and what working in a freelance capacity entails, at various venues nationwide. I hadn't done anything remotely like it before and told them so. However, the remuneration would be a welcome addition to my earnings so I allowed myself to be persuaded, initially agreeing to give a single seminar to see how I got on.
The company provided suitable accommodation for their speakers, usually two nights at the venue itself or a hotel depending on location, an arrangement designed so that the participants could arrive the day before the seminar was to take place.
By a strange quirk of fate the seminar I'd agreed to give for my trial run was booked for a venue in Y***, which naturally brought back memories of my stay there just over a year ago. It also reminded me of Bryce's outrageous proposition!
Acting on impulse I rang the Y*** hotel and in a further twist of fate it was Bryce himself who took my call. Having outlined the reason for my visit to Y*** I told Bryce the relevant dates and asked if he had a room available. Bryce laughed before telling me he'd ensure a suitable room would be available and feeling a bit embarrassed, despite neither of us mentioning his proposition, I thanked him.
I duly informed the seminar organisers that I wouldn't need accommodation as I had 'old friends' in the area and would stay with them for the two nights; a chance to catch up with each other's news, I lied.
So it was that I drove to Y***, my emotions in an unusually volatile condition, not knowing what to expect either at the seminar or hotel. I assumed my first foray into lecturing at a seminar would prove stressful and with sex my usual antidote for stress Bryce's proposition could prove useful.
Checking in at the hotel the receptionist said, "Ah yes, we've been expecting you Mrs P****. The manager said you're a personal friend and he'd see to you himself. I'll page him."
I didn't recognise the receptionist from my previous stays at the hotel so assumed she must be new.
Anyway when Bryce appeared he picked my case up and thanked the receptionist, telling her to make sure room twenty-eight remained undisturbed.
