This story is a continuation of '
The Tease
' which is hosted within the Authors hosted stories under Twisted Tales.
The story itself can be read in isolation, although some context may be lost.
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Pulling the car up onto the driveway I set the hand break and vainly check my appearance in the rear-view mirror.
Stepping out of the car into the early summer warmth of the evening I reach for my jacket hung on the back of the driver's seat. Pulling the black fitted garment across my shoulders as I stride confidently along the concrete slab path that leads through a well tended garden to the front of the imposing premises as I choose to button my jacket.
The home of Kimberley and James Brayburn is likely worth every penny of the one million pound's or more its sale would command were it placed up for sale on the open market.
Approaching the front door I press my finger against the slightly tarnished brass door bell, hearing the chime of my arrival echoed through the vast six bedroom house that lays behind the pastel sage green front door.
Deciding then to unbutton the jacket I've only just buttoned up I hear footsteps approach from the other side of the door, deliberately I turn my back to the door as I cast my eyes across a freshly cut lawn.
"Hi... um good evening," the soft gentle, yet unfamiliar, voice I hear greet me states, "You must be ...Andy?"
I turn to face her and I'm immediately caught of guard.
Her long slender body stands in the doorway, a simple white vest top clings to a firm slim stomach and ample breasts, a satin peach colour bra strap visible beneath the thin straps of her simple white top, toned slender legs fall from under a khaki green short denim style skirt with Simple white adidas pumps on her feet.
"Yes..." I offer trying not to sound dumbstruck, "...Yes I am."
Visually she is stunning, her slender petite face is framed under the bangs of layered honey blonde hair, she sports very little make up from what I can tell and a smattering of light coloured freckles lay across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.
Her smile is innocent and welcoming as she steps back in the open doorway.
"Well uh... " she offers a little hesitantly "....well come on in ...Kim's ...well Kim's not ready yet she's just upstairs."
"I didn't expect her to be," I offer with a wry smile.
I know Kim only too well in the last twelve months our surreptitious relationship has built on a series of mainly snatched opportunities that have presented themselves rather than any kind of serious or coordinated skullduggery given her refusal to leave her husband, James. Ours has become a relationship of convenience, not exactly friends with benefits more so 'fuck buddies' as she would teasingly refer to me via the regular SMS messages exchanged in arranging clandestine meetings like tonight. The situation suited me.
Kim had become less and less sexually regressed over the last twelve month's as I had led her from her perfect little housewife towards becoming my perfect little whore, just as she had once instructed I do so.
Her willingness and her carnal desire had been unlocked with our trysts becoming increasingly and enjoyable more risqué and experimental. Living out one another's wilder fantasies and sexual desires.
Kim had been implicit in her instruction on committing herself to such infidelity that rules existed on any boundaries or threat to exposure that impacted upon her son, Archie, for whom she doted on wholeheartedly. Any inkling of rumour or gossip of skullduggery amongst the small tight knit community she operated within would draw an immediate end to our mutually beneficial arrangement. Something I was subsequently very keen to avoid as the weeks a=had turned to months of illicit increasingly heightened sexual encounters.
Keen to avoid the exposure Kim feared we had manufactured roles as irksome as they may have been to enable us to spend time together without suspicion. Mainly under the guise of the Primary School Beneficiary Association. Unintentionally finding myself elected Chair of the organisation not long after joining. Kim's longstanding role as treasurer fell as the perfect subterfuge given its requirement to work closely with me in the voluntary role, the only downside being the thankless workload that actually came with organising fundraising events.
The perks were rewarding though, if only from being able to regularly fuck Kimberley Brayburn behind the back of her blissfully unsuspecting husband, who tonight I knew was away at the annual conference linked to his profession, as a Private Doctor.
Stepping into the hallway I close the door behind me, and follow the delightful little blonde through to the large open plan kitchen. My eyes casting up the backs of pale toned legs as I hear Kim shout from upstairs.
"Give me two minutes Andy?"
"Take your time..." I respond, "...there's no rush."
Kim takes closer to ten minutes before I hear her heading down the stairs. Ten minutes spent in the company of the slightly bashful young blonde who finally introduces herself as Skye. Before I discover that she is a first year University Student studying Law who has recently arrived home from Manchester for the Summer to find work. Seemingly her first opportunity of employment being the very short term position that baby sitting Kim and James Brayburn's seven year old son Archie who has already I presume settled down for the night.
I find her pleasant company endearing, her elegant manner as captivating as her natural beauty.
I turn on hearing Kim's heels striking the dark slate tiled floor of the kitchen. I do well to suppress my grin.
Clutching a camel colour leather jacket she offers me a brief and delicious smile of her own as she stands before me slipping her mobile into a matching camel coloured clutch bag.
Her hair loosely tied back her face is made up, but not heavily so and a bright red gloss lipstick paints her smile.
Behind a tight fitting semi opaque black blouse I can just about see the silhouette of her black bra. A black pencil skirt to the knee fits tight over her thighs and affords a glimpse of dark denier hosiery between its hem and top of black knee high leather boots.
"You look stunning Kim," Skye offers the thoughts I think.
"I can't disagree," I concur trying to avert my gaze for fear of letting my eyes linger
for too long.
"Thanks," Kim offers before grabbing a glass of white wine already sat poured on the breakfast bar in the centre of the room, "You two got to know one another then?"
"Skye was just telling me about her plans for the Summer," I respond turning my gaze back to the blonde.
Kim sinks the glass of wine thirstily before looking to her gold wrist watch and offering what I know already, "We need to get going?"
