It was a bright and breezy day in April. Being a Bank Holiday Andy was free to spend the day at his leisure. He got up late and breakfasted light. After catching up with the world via the daily paper he pottered in the garden, cutting back his winter honeysuckle and pulling out a few early weeds, which had already begun to show around the borders. Far from being green-fingered, he did though keep a neat garden. The daffodils and crocuses added a fine show of spring colour to an otherwise rather barren plot.
It was always a challenge to know exactly how to use his days off most fruitfully. His bedroom needed decorating by rights, but he couldn't summon the enthusiasm to make a start on that. He had a few letters to write. Too boring. He could visit his sister, but she probably had plans of her own and even then, what would he do that was really worthwhile? He could visit her any time, so it didn't seem to be a really good use of his time. Nothing obvious presented itself. He had no particular project on the go. In the absence of anything else, he decided to go for a really long run. He liked to keep fit and had put a lot of time in the gym and on the road of late and it was paying dividends. He could see he had become a bit more toned recently when he looked in the mirror and felt good. He didn't quite have a six-pack yet, but he was working on it.
A few miles away, Sally and Clare were sitting in their squad car waiting for a call. So far just one minor domestic incident had been brought to their attention and they were bored. Bank holidays often could be quiet. Longer holidays would bring out recalcitrant teenagers, who caused havoc in various ways. The evenings would see their share of drunken disorder; but day times on Bank Holidays - not a lot happened. They had parked up on a quiet lane behind some allotments. They amused themselves for a while by discussing their recent exploits in the sack.
'How did your date go the other night then Sall? You never said.'
'Hmmm, it was OK.'
'Only OK?'
'Well, there was no spark. He seemed nice enough when we met in the gym. He's quite hot and everything, but I don't know - he seems a bit immature, sort of full himself.'
'Oh, so you won't be seeing him again?'
'I don't know. I suppose if I just want a good shag, but I can't see it going anywhere if I'm honest.'
'Yeah just bed him and forget him then.'
'Fucking hell Clare!'
'Well, you know me, gobble em up and spit em out!'
'Ha ha!'
'I think you've got to get what you can, it's what they do, why shouldn't we sow our wild oats too!'
'That's true.'
'You know I'm right!'
'Erm Clare?'
'Yeah?!'
'You know when you go down on a bloke, do you go all the way, you know do you let him cum in your mouth!'
'Yeah! I swallow every time. Why don't you?'
'No - I'm worried It will taste horrible and I'll wretch or something.'
'Naaah, you don't really taste anything. It's yummy, I think.'
Andy had set off and decided to try a new route. He had got tired of following his normal course and figured it would be more interesting if he just went on a random jog and followed his nose. He had gone about three or four miles when he turned into an area of rough ground, which led on to the lane behind the allotments, where Clare and Sally were parked. He could see their car in the distance and began to wonder if something had happened, their blue beacon and red stripes marking them out as the police. The girls had spotted him too and had diverted their attention from their girly chat.
'Hmmm...he's got short shorts.' Commented Sally.
'Yes, very short. He looks pretty fit too! I wonder. Do you fancy a treat Sall?'
'Why, what you got in mind?'
'You'll see.'
Clare opened the door and got out. She adjusted her short skirt.
