Chapter Seven.
ARIES, MARCH 21-APRIL 19
The first sign of the Zodiac, Aries, loves to be number one. Naturally, this dynamic fire sign is no stranger to competition. Bold and ambitious, Aries dives headfirst into even the most challenging situations--and they'll make sure they always come out on top.
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Stella had been divorced for two years, and to compensate for the loss of a partner, in every sense of the word, she saw the thirty-year-old strawberry blonde dive headfirst into her work at the London Archives. Then, something snapped. What fortitude she had left saw her seek out a lover for some much-needed gratification. She was still in her prime, looks-wise, and considered herself to be desirable to other men. Donald and she had been compatible in the bedroom in every sense of the word, and her dormant libido now rose to the surface. She missed the more passionate sex they'd shared for two years, and things got dull.
Her younger brother, William, had been a tower of strength through the rough times, and she enjoyed staying with him at his home in Surrey during the holidays. He was still single and sowing his wild oats every chance he could. On this occasion, being the Easter break, Stella had driven down to Ruislip for a well-earned rest from the busy City.
She had her key to the house, and she let herself in as her sibling was out. The proud Aries girl had a penchant for sleeping in the raw, and as she felt sleepy after the two-hour drive, she collapsed in the bed she usually slept in on her visits. She stripped off completely and hit the hay. She stirred in her sleep after an hour as she felt the presence of another in the room.
"Wills?" she asked dreamily as she rolled over onto one side.
The single sheet draped over her slim frame was half off, and her left leg was half bent at the knee, therefore innocently showing off her trimmed-back bush.
"Peter. You must be Stella."
"Oh!"
A youngish-looking fellow stood on the threshold of the room in a tee shirt and briefs. As she focused, she noticed that he had a big old erection going on in his pants. How long had he been there?
"Peter?"
"A friend of Will. He graciously let me crash here for a couple of days. I've been sleeping in that bed."
"I'm so sorry, I normally crash here too."
"He just popped out to get some groceries for our supper. You rest here, and we'll catch up."
Stella grabbed the sheet and smiled sheepishly at the long-haired youth as he departed. Later, her brother returned, and they were formally introduced.
"I thought that tomorrow we could go and see the Thames Ditton miniature railway. Sounds like it might be fun."
"If you like, Wills. I'm just glad of the rest."
Peter offered to do the dishes, and as she and William sat chatting, the blonde babe couldn't fail to notice Peter constantly looking in her direction. AND, still harbouring an obvious boner as he did so.
"Is he? You know. Always like that?" she whispered.
"Like what?"
"Well, look. You know. Primed."
"Ha! Actually, yes. He has that thing, I forget the name, but it gives him a prolonged and rigid erection that sometimes lasts for hours. He doesn't feel any discomfort, just gets a big stiff."
The thought of having exposed herself and being nude in front of the boy who was ten years younger than her, and him nearly always having an upstanding flagpole, made her masturbate to an intense climax in her fantasy world. They visited the railway all of the next day, and Stella felt slightly embarrassed about being in proximity to Peter. This was noticed and addressed that evening. Stella was in her room about to shower when he knocked lightly on the open door. All she had on was a fluffy towel wrapped around her covering her private parts and just skirted to cover her bottom.
"Do I upset you, Stella?"
She turned to face him as he closed the door behind him.
"No, of course not."
"That's good. I thought you were avoiding me."
They looked at each other with one of those lingering eyeball-to-eyeball stares that made them both think hard. Just that quick instant when she had shown him her birthday suit had remained etched in each other's minds since.
"I think you're smashing."
"You do? Don't you have a girlfriend?"
"Nah. Girls my age get scared."
"Scared? Of what?"
"This."
The older of the two looked wide-eyed as he dropped his cargo pants and drew out his ever-ready club.
"Holy shit!"
He held up his magnificent cock at the root so that the throbbing shaft seemed even bigger than it was. He was circumcised, and the mushroom helmet tapered over a white column that was lined with blue veins that stood out in relief.
She stared at it in amazement as he wagged it at her with a cheesy grin.
"I've never seen one this big," she said, letting her tower loosen about her naked body.
"Thanks. l like you, Stella. Could you help me out? It aches like the devil, and if you could give me some much needed relief, I would be ever so grateful."
She knew what he referred to and instantly felt for him.
"Get on the bed."
Peter sat on the edge, and the blonde let her towel fall away. He jerked off as he gazed at her curvy form. Stella had a body that often made men's jaws drop open. Her waist and belly were quite trim, and her backside was well-rounded and still firm. But it was her breasts that turned most heads. Her large boobs hung over her rib cage with nipples that were perfectly centred.
