Tim and Abbie 34: The garden
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Posted:Oct 24, 2020 4:04 pm
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Spring comes upon them as a soft, breeze. Offering delights for all. For some who are special, sexual enchantments also, which they share with ones they love. Open windows to let the gentle wind in leads to libidos charging. Morning moans fill the air in concert with the birds chirping.
It is a couple of weeks since the evening visit from Abe. Abbie and Tim are getting into a nice routine for work and play. They have kept to themselves a good deal, but that is what happens at the start of relationships.
Tim is pleased that Abbie has curbed her spending a great deal. While she has been funding the latest projects at the house and the new car, her -to- spending has significantly decreased. Tim planned to give Abbie four hundred pounds a week for whatever she wanted, leaving the major portion of her paycheck in savings. But at the end of the first week, Abbie tells him she still has the majority of the left, so Tim switches to funding Abbie this much when she lets him know she needs it.
A large portion of Abbie’s former spending was purchasing all her meals from restaurants and to-go places. Now with Tim, that is replaced with breakfast and dinner at home. Along with most days, the two taking leftovers or sandwiches for lunch. This changes Tim’s lunches also. No more plain sandwiches and a piece of fruit in a brown bag.
Adding to the reduction in spending, Abbie is not stopping most nights at the Wilde Peacock. What changes being in love with someone can make.
Abbie and Tim do go to the Wilde Peacock one or two times a week. But not at all like Abbie’s almost nightly visits before meeting Tim. They often see Les sitting at the end of the bar, where they now gravitate to join her. Les and Phoebe seem to be settling into a new relationship also. None of the four are upset that they do not see each other as much, but they enjoy it when they share time together.
Now the midpoint of spring is here when the world becomes alive again. These last weeks Abbie has been staring the kitchen and bedroom window Les’s backyard. first, Tim thought she was spying to find more about Les’s comings and goings. But from her questions and comments to him and Les, it seems she is more interested in Les’s beautiful garden.
Waking on a Saturday morning in mid-May around , Tim is surprised to see Abbie is not in bed. He looks in the bathroom and calls to her but gets no reply. He throws on shorts and top and goes downstairs, calling to her the whole way. Still no response.
Only when he goes to the double doors off the kitchen to the backyard does Tim see Abbie on her knees the flowerbeds yanking after of them. Her is already covered with dirt, as are her arms and legs. Abbie is so engrossed with what she is doing. She does not notice Tim come onto the patio.
Their backyard is not all that large. Cutting the grass takes Tim about minutes to mow, and their front yard the same. It is always quick work for Tim to trim each week. Unfortunately, there are overgrown flowerbeds all around the sides of the house and fence.
When Tim and his first moved is, Cyn did like to work in the flowerbeds, planting so many things. Tim now realizes that it is probably how her friendship with Les began. As Abbie is currently doing, she would talk to Les about which plants to add and gardening things.
But the last few years of her life, Cynthia had no interest in gardening anymore as she declined into despondency more and more often. Even after her death, Tim never really did much with the yard beyond cutting the grass. The flowerbeds are in great disrepair. It always has embarrassed Tim how his yard compared with the beautiful garden Les maintained. But not so much that he did any more than wack the beds now and then.
Seeing Abbie now so intense with her work brings a smile to Tim’s . He takes a moment to survey the yard. There is a shed up against the neighbors to the east -foot wooden fence. The shed had been repainted forest green during the house renovations matching the house's trim, so it does nice. There is a rather large brick patio down one step from the house's double doors. There, in the summer, a table, chairs, and a grill sit.
From the patio, there is a brick path leading to the shed and back-alley’s gate. This is where weekly Tim puts the trash bins to be collected. The yard and the flowerbeds next to the house follow across the back and down the fence to the shed. There are also flower beds against the stone wall between their and Les’s property, where Abbie is hard work.
The stone wall is only about three feet tall. It has always been a nice division between Les and his property. Able to see and with each other when in the yard. This seems to be what Abbie is doing right now.
Les is the first to see Tim and waves to him. He goes over to them and leans and kisses Abbie on her head. “Someone seems up and going early today. What are you up to, Abbie?” Tim asks her.
“Tim, this yard needs a lot of attention to get it looking nice. Cutting the grass is one thing, but allowing weeds to overtake the flower beds is another. Les is helping me to determine which are plants and which are weeds. Once we get all of the weeds , we can see what there is to work with. I have always wanted a lovely garden, and this is my opportunity to create one,” Abbie gushes to him.
Tim smiles his love and her energy this morning, asking her if she has had breakfast? Abbie brushes his question aside, saying she isn’t hungry right now. So Tim, being supportive, goes to the shed and brings the wheelbarrow and several yard waste bags and begins to shovel up the piles of weeds Abbie has already pulled.
Together they work in harmony, Tim taking on the bigger weeds with a shovel, along with the tree sprouts starting from the fallings from the few trees in his and Les’s yard. Some are a bit large as it has been years since Tim did anything more than just weed wack the beds. By mid- together, Tim and Abbie have accomplished a lot.
Both are and sweaty. At about , Tim abandons his shirt. Abbie has a tank top on, which shows off her curves so nicely. And the shorts she is wearing displays her wiggling butt as she moves along the beds weeding. Tim realizes this is the first time he has seen Abbie in anything but a dress, and okay, naked.
From the sun, both are starting to get a bit pink. Tim hooks up the garden hose for the summer and calls to Abbie to come to get squirted off. They take turns with this fun, Tim squirting down Abbie removing the top few dirt layers on her. The cold water running over her feels so nice, even if her clothes are getting a bit damp.
Then it is her turn to squirt Tim down. Goodness, he looks good bare-chested now with some color. Abbie notices how fit he is becoming. Three mornings a week, Tim gets up an hour early and goes for a run, back in time for them to shower and get ready for the ahead.
The fun with the hose accelerates. Tim, the hose in his hand lifted over his head, is letting the water spray down on them both. Mainly to see, Abbie is not wearing a bra, and her perky tits and nipples are fully displayed as the water cascades upon them. Abbie tries to grab the hose from Tim but being shorter, she cannot reach it. Instead, Tim pulls her to him and kisses her over and over as the water rains down on them.
As they kiss, they rub their bodies together. Tim’s chest and stomach are against Abbie’s boobs, wonderfully stimulating her more. They press their pelvises against each other, and the grinding of their wet pants does arouse both of them. Abbie feels a small orgasm run through her just from this contact.
As she often does, Abbie wonders how such small things between Tim and her can cause such amazing feelings. Some days, just talking to Tim on the phone about nothing, in particular, can make her clit throb and release juices.
Being with Tim, safe in their relationship now completely, Abbie can feel secure enough to let such incredible, lustful feeling incorporate in her. For Tim, it is much the same. The water falling on them, kissing Abbie with passion, and grinding against her makes him harden. But it is funny. It is not like he needs to consummate the feeling. Rather just enjoy the pleasure that Abbie excites in him.
Les, heading into her house, sees the water horseplay between Tim and Abbie and smiles contently. She sends up a small prayer that the two can always be as happy as they are at this moment. That their love for each other will be strong enough to sustain anything brought their way.
Totally wet now, Tim lowers the hose and stops the spray. He and Abbie walk together to the patio. Wet as they are, Tim tells Abbie to just sit at the table. He did bring out the table, chairs, and grill during the morning work, so the patio is ready for the summer.
Both realize they need to put some sunscreen on before returning to work. Tim tells Abbie he will get the lotion and fix them some lunch. Abbie suggests he brings her hairbrush and band to pull her wet hair back. He laughs, goes through the door, and Abbie being the only one who can see him, undresses from his wet clothes, and as Abbie watches his wet bare ass sway as he walks across the kitchen to head upstairs, she sighs at how just the sight of Tim, especially nude, can arouse her so.
It seems like in no time Tim, now in dry shorts, not bothering with a shirt, is bringing out sandwiches and beers for their lunch and the lotion.
After eating, each takes time, rubbing the sunscreen all over each other. They know from this morning they are somewhat burnt, and by night, they will feel some sunburn, but hopefully, covered now, it will not worsen.
Each takes care of rubbing the sun lotion on each other, adding a little lustful play to the moment. Tim first, having Abbie stand in front of him as he liberally rubs lotions on her shoulders and arms, sliding in the armholes to rub some on her chest, but Abbie knows that it is just a way for Tim to cup and play with her boobs and nipples for a bit. When rubbing on her neck, he does the same thing, expose to the ridge of her tank top.
Again Tim’s fingers rub down inside her shirt to ‘make sure’ she is adequately covered. But Tim’s attention to Abbie’s top is nothing like when he begins to lotion her legs. Starting at Abbie’s ankles, Tim works up her calves. The attention he to her thighs, caressing them as he rubs the salve in, is another matter. Especially as he spreads the lotion over her inner thighs. When there, his finger trespass inside her shorts to rub over her pantie cover clit, which is already throbbing. Then around to rub her ass cheeks. Up and down her crack to her rosebud to rim with his cream covered fingers some.
They are somewhat sheltered on the patio, except from Les’s yard, for anyone to see what fun they are up to. Les is still in her house, so they did feel safe being unobserved. Had they known, Les is looking her kitchen window as she washes up her dishes from her lunch. She has a balcony view of the play going on.
Les knows she should not watch, but the sensuality exhibited in such raw form keeps her eyes locked on the couple.
Tim moves his hand down the front of Abbie’s shorts and hits dirt. Abbie’s little throbbing clit is rather excited. Feeling Tim’s lotion covered hand running up and down and around with more and more squeezing makes Abbie lean against his chest, her arms around Tim’s neck as she sighs so deeply. Then her breathing quickens as she tries to keep from gasping as Tim is bringing her home.
Know his Abbie is about to squirt, Tim covers her clit head to catch all the shooting of her. Abbie is trembling so bad as she gives in to this climax, now audible gasping as she gives in. Shuttering, Abbie falls against Tim’s chest spent. Only her arms around his neck keeps her from falling to the ground.
Tim holds Abbie close as she calms. When she can stand on her own, Abbie takes the lotion from Tim and begins to spread it on his bare chest and back. Down his legs and arms, and some on his . Abbie smiles Tim and promises she will more thoroughly cover him later, but now they need to get back to work. Tim smiles, understanding.
They work for a few more hours, and by five, the beds in the backyard free from weeds. Abbie starts visualizing which plants and flowers she will put where. Talking to Tim about this as they sit on the patio with a glass of wine each, the bottle within reach.
The late sun, feeling tired but content with what they accomplished, Tim and Abbie enjoy the just being together peacefully now. Oh, later, yes, muscles will ache, and sunburn will heat their skins, but right now, all is good with their world.
Abbie’s attention turns to the shed. And her imagination goes into overdrive. “Tim, what would you think about building a greenhouse on the side of the shed? It could have a door from outside to it and one from the shed. Think of all the flowers and plants we could get started or store for winter in it,” Abbie suggested.
Suddenly, Tim can almost see Abbie’s vision for the backyard with new plants, flowers, and yes, a greenhouse. He replies, “There should be enough room for that addition, and perhaps dig out more of this part next to the patio to plant herbs and vegetables. It would be nice to have homegrown things, especially from such easy reach from the kitchen.”
Abbie jumps on Tim’s lap, realizing how much he is getting into this idea and how lovely their yard will for the summer. She hugs and kisses Tim, telling him that it is clear where they will be spending their weekends and evenings for a while. Tim hugs her back, and kiddingly replies, “Well, I hope not all our time.”
Abbie laughing kisses him again.
To jump ahead a bit over the next month, by mid-June, the greenhouse (thanks to their ever-available contractor) is build. Tim enlarges the plot near the patio, building it up with wood walls to be a raised bed. They plant mainly herbs but also lettuce, tomatoes, radishes, carrots, garlic, and onions.
A trip to a nursery filled the back of their SUV with plants and flowers, and another weekend is spent planting them all. The front of the house is not forgotten either, the beds are cleared, and mostly a variety of hostas are planted filling the space nicely and adds a nice contrast to the house's forest green trim.
Taking pictures of the ‘new ’ of their house, both Abbie and Tim are proud of how welcoming, light, and airy it all looks. While they are working in the front yard, many neighbors stop and comment on how nice the house looks. Some ask if they are new owners considering all the work, Tim blushes some as he realizes that except for Les, he never had much contact with the neighbors.
However, Abbie loves the attention and the people who stop while on a walk to comment, she invites to see the backyard. Abbie does suck up the praises she is given. To be acknowledged for something she has created is not something Abbie ever had much of in her past.
Everything with the flowerbeds and yard is going on while other things happen during those weeks. Things which add to Tim and Abbie coming to enjoy each other more and more.
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Tim and Abbie 33: Abbie changes her identity
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Posted:Oct 12, 2020 2:08 pm
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2024 1:38 am
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Suddenly, such freedom is opened Tim and Abbie. No longer shackled public transportation, they have extra time in the morning begin their day. Time for them spend some morning enjoyment. Whether in the bed, bath, or shower. made possible by now having a car of their own.
Neither has ever owned their own car. Tim has his license, thanks Leslie. When he was sixteen, she taught him drive using her car and urged him get a license. She told Tim, congratulating him on this milestone, that whenever he would like or needed to, Tim could borrow her car.
Tim only took this offer a few times in the years that followed. Though when Les, Cyn, and Tim would go grocery shopping and the like, Les always had Tim drive for them.
This first morning though, Abbie and Tim need get dress quickly as the contractor is to be there at eight a.m. They are just finishing breakfast when he arrives with his crew. After introducing Abbie, Tim talks about what needed to be done, like the paint jobs for the last two rooms upstairs. Moving the bed out of the extra room, replacing it with the one in the garage, along with vanity for the room. Installing a garage opener.
When he comes to the final task, the contractor suggests that with all the work Tim has done on the house, perhaps a brand-new garage door should be installed. And yes, with a door opener. Abbie agrees with the idea. As she says, she is paying for this round of work on the house, Tim concurs with her.
The contractor pulls up options for garage doors on his tablet for them to pick from. Abbie right away sees the one she likes. It has small windows at the top with pseudo handles and a style to look like stable doors. The white door looks nice. The contractor suggests that they paint the garage frame the same forest green as the front door for contrast.
Abbie can visualize this the forest green front door whose frame is white, with the green around the white garage door. That green also runs around the trim of the house. Yes, it is all settled. Abbie and Tim, now hurrying, go to the garage and off to work in their new ride. Tim drops Abbie at work and then heads to his assigned space. This is nice, even with some side things this morning, Tim is at work a good fifteen minutes early. He hadn’t ever really considered how much longer the commute is on the bus, with all its stops.
Some of Tim’s coworkers see him getting out of the new vehicle, now wondering even more what is going on. Not just the new car, but the premium parking space. What is going on with Tim these days?
Meanwhile, Abbie goes about getting all issues taken care of at her job. By lunch, she is caught up, and rather than getting something to eat, she begins to change her address first at work, then the reoccurring bills and credit cards. Work from the start had her listed as Abbie Adams, but for most bills and credit cards, she has gone by A.E. Adams (the initials of her given name). Thinking about this, and the bank manager’s comments last week, Abbie ponders what she would need to do to change her name and gender legally.
She does some searching online and overreacts some when reading the requirements in the United Kingdom to do so. The information was from a government site, which she took to be the current requirements.
Abbie has never checked into this before, as she has always taken life as it comes. After reading some of the requirements, Abbie is in tears. She is insulted by the United Kingdom’s rules she finds that states to change your gender, you have to have a doctor diagnose you as having ‘gender dysphoria.’
Then Abbie reads from the United States sites the requirements to change your gender on your birth certificate. While states vary, it seems basic that you need a physician's certificate that you have undergone gender reassignment surgery.
Abbie is enraged about this. Making a person announce publicly that they are abnormal in some way. That it is a ‘disease’ causing her to feel the way she does. Or that she actually undergoes the full gender reassignment surgery which Abbie has never wanted. She did enjoy getting her breast augmented some, but that is all she wants to be done ever, especially now she is with Tim.
Abbie always makes sure she is looking at authoritative and valid sites when she researches things. But she does have a habit of collecting information and not checking other sites to see if it holds true, which is happening to Abbie right now. It takes Abbie a few minutes. She cries and fills herself with indignation before she can calm herself.
Abbie centers herself and searches more. Then she finds that she can change her birth certificate in the United States much easier. All that is required is a simple statement from a physician. As stated, ‘whom the person has a doctor-patient relationship stating that based on his or her professional opinion the true gender identity of the applicant and that it is expected that this will continue to be the gender with which the applicant will identify in the future.’
Abbie calms herself as she knows the Director of Pathways is a physician. He knows her well enough to complete the form letter for her. She does look at other state's requirements, and many are not as progressive as Kansas, where she was born.
While Abbie lived most of her life in Nebraska, when the family expanded its agricultural business, she was born in Kansas, where the first farms started. Abbie had first looked at Nebraska’s conditions, which did follow the sex reassignment surgery requirement, that initially unset Abbie so much. Then remembering her place of birth, is pleased to find their much more lenient point of view.
Centering herself again, Abbie contemplates about after she has the altered birth certific she can then ask for her passport be changed and other legal documents. She is calmed and happy that it will be relatively simple for her do, but then starts wonder about transgender people in other areas. This leads Abbie consider something even more that she realizes she has confront.
that Abbie has found today gives her this energy to take a stand and help others who are forced into antiquated requirements. Her choice in how she sees herself and presents herself to the world is not some ‘disease.’ Or that suggesting that this way requires her to undergo extensive and expensive surgery.
Learning about this side of things makes Abbie ponder things. Things about her and Tim together. What if there were times when she would have to conform to the gender assigned her. Would Tim accept that? Abbie knows that Tim loves her, so is it just her?
When Tim picks her for their now short ride home, Abbie tells him about the initial search results and her being upset.
“Tim, this is going take time, which is fine, but legally I am still seen as a male,” Abbie tells him. Tim knows this but hearing it out loud brings it home him.
He loves Abbie for who she is. What some piece of paper says doesn’t matter. Then he considers things from Abbie’s point of view. Having show such ID and be questioned about it would be embarrassing and hurtful. He can understand why Abbie got upset, bringing this home her.
He is not sure what say Abbie comfort her, more than understanding her upset.
When they get home, the work has been done. The new garage door looks terrific. They see the crew packing after finishing. Tim leaves the car in the driveway and walks over the contractor to thank him. The contractor hands Tim the remote for the door.
Back in the car, Tim opens the garage door, and they pull in. Both head upstairs first to check out the two rooms now also finished. Everything thing in the house now is different and new. The spare room looks lovely in the light lavender, and Abigail’s room in rosy pink is perfect. Even the stenciled Abigail’s Corner, and over the doorway, Abigail’s Room.
Next, they go to their bedroom to change clothes. Tim’s new suits came with wooden hangers keep them from getting wrinkled. His new suits, being of much better quality and brand, with the right hangers, keep his suits crisp and unwrinkled. This is something Tim’s suits never had in the past. Now each suit looks good each time he puts one on.
Tim changes shorts and a t-shirt, throws his work shirt in the laundry hamper and turns Abbie, who is taking her time getting out of her work clothes. Tim tells her that he is going start supper while she gets changed. Abbie just nods him with a wistful expression on her face. Wondering if something is wrong but not wanting ask until Abbie tells him, Tim heads the kitchen.
Once alone in the bedroom, Abbie goes the closet and lifts a cardboard box off the top shelve. She opens it and takes khakis and a shirt from it. Closing the box back , Abbie puts it back the shelve. her clothes discarded now, Abbie goes the shower, she scrubs herself over and washes her hair. Abbie is making sure traces of makeup or hairstyling are gone.
After drying herself, Abbie puts on the clothes she had taken from the box and dries her hair. She just makes sure it is dry, and then pulls it back into a ponytail at the back of her neck. Looking at the mirror, Abbie now sees Abe looking back at her. Someone she has not seen for years. She sighs deeply, then goes to the top of the stairs and calls down to Tim to come and sit in the living room.
Dinner almost ready, Tim turns off the stove and walks to the living room and sits in a chair facing the stairs. He is not sure what to expect and is a bit startled, seeing Abe walk down the stairs and coming over to him.
“Tim, this is me. My legal self. It is something you need to see and know. To accept that it is what I am to authorities,” Abe says. Tim notices that as Abe, Abbie’s voice is a bit lower than how she usually sounds. This reinforces for Tim how much Abbie has gone through to make herself real.
Abe stands before Tim shaking a little, wondering what Tim will say. Will Tim say he is no longer interested?
“Abe, Abbie, I fell in love with you for who you are. I know no difference between Abbie or Abe. You are who I love and cherish regardless of the image you present,” Tim says. And doing so, he stands, takes Abe into his arms, and kisses him with great passion.
Tim lifts Abe up as they kiss, and Abe wraps his legs around Tim. It is minutes before they stop kissing, and then still holding Abe in his arms, Tim carries him upstairs to their bedroom.
He places Abe on the bed taking his shirt and pants off. Then Tim quickly takes his own clothes off. Tim maneuvers Abe to the middle of the bed, and between his thighs, Tim moves to take Abe’s glans into his mouth. Sucking on it, as Tim acknowledges to himself that he is sucking on Abe’s cock and balls. This is male to male. And it doesn’t matter.
As Abbie, it will always be her labia, clit, and vag; right now with Abe, it is his cock and balls. Sucking more and more of Abe in his mouth, then moving to suck his balls, and even rim him some, Tim is a man on a mission.
Tim sucks Abe until he is hard, then comes up to kiss Abe again, this time with a bit of precum on his lips. While Tim kisses Abe, he rolls them over, so Abe is on top now. Abe moves to kneel between Tim’s legs to start to suck him in return, which is what he figured is wanted.
Tim reaches into the drawer and takes out a rubber and lude. Abe wonders why the condom, as Tim has stopped using them much anymore. Abe starts to go down on Tim but is stopped. Tim gently pushes him upright and opens the condom and rolls it up Abe’s cock. Tim rubs lube all over it and hands the bottle to Abe, asking him to lube his hole.
It is clear to both of them what this gesture is all about. While Abbie would never ass-fuck Tim to confuse him, Tim is offering himself to Abe to do so. Tim, hoping he is ready to experience this, knows that it shows his Abbie/Abe just how much he loves them, regardless of gender designation.
Abe is a little hesitant to go forward but does apply lube to Tim’s ass and sticks his finger up in him to spread it around. He takes a few minutes, pressing his fingers against Tim’s prostate to help him both increase his excitement and to relax him some too.
They look into each other’s eyes, and Tim nods his head. Abe takes it as being ready to start. He pushes just his glans in Tim’s asshole, only up to the sphincter, and holds it there as Tim accustoms himself with this new feeling. As if to tell him to continue, Tim lifts his ass some to help Abe press in further.
Abe, being smaller in the cock department, it is not long before he is entirely in Tim. He looks down at Tim and sees him smiling as they begin to rock together. Tim lets out moans of pleasure feeling someone up in his ass for the first time. It is like Abe is breaking his cherry. But Tim is not the only one.
This is the first time for Abe to fuck someone also. , before he truly acknowledged who he was, Abe had dated women a bit. But that was just mindless groping at each other, never going ‘ the way.’ And while Abbie has been with many men in her past, she never took the lead role, being the one pressing his cock into anyone.
This experience, new to both of them, is so enjoyable, but puzzling for them. Abe feeling a man’s cock bouncing against him as he bangs him is unique. Everything about this interlude is.
It is not long though before Abe hears Tim moaning deeply. His cock is trembling between their stomachs. Abe takes Tim’s balls in his hand and squeezes them, pressing all of their semen out into Tim’s cock.
Tim moans again and shuddering heavily. He comes, squirting all over their mons and stomachs. Abe is shortly behind. Feeling his love’s cum all over him and knowing now that Tim is both Abbie’s and Abe’s true love, Abe comes in the condom, filling it entirely.
Abe is panting as he kneels between Tim’s lifted legs. Tim drops them from Abe’s shoulders. Abe shudders a last time and then pulls himself from Tim. He falls beside Tim and just plays with the cum covering Tim, making patterns with it. Tim laughs and does the same to Abe for a while. Neither talking nor making any motion to move.
Both are contemplating what just happened. Was it enjoyable? Would they ever want to again this way?
Tim realizes that he was aroused from having his ass fucked. Probably only because it was Abe, not that he would ever want to do that with any other man. Abe is amazed that he finally did be the top to someone. It was exhilarating for him, and he loved it, but is it something he would want to do often? Probably not.
It is almost a half-hour later of just caressing and kissing as both think this through that Abe reaches under the bed and gets a cloth to wipe them with. Slowly they both sit with their backs the headboard and do talk.
“I hope I did upset you in any way appearing as Abe,” Abe begins. “It just that I discovered today made realize you did have know ‘the other ’ for us move forward as a couple. I don’t think Abe will ever appear again unless appearing as such is required.”
Tim puts his arm around Abe and pulls Abe him, “Abe, Abbie, it is you who needs decide which persona you are comfortable in at any given moment. And I will respect that. I told you I love you for who you are, whether a female or a male. Both of you are beautiful too me.”
And Tim did mean what he says? Seeing Abe nude, his body looks the same as Abbie’s but just acknowledging his appendages. Knowing it is Abe he is with, Tim sees the male side being presented to him. Abe does not really have an Adam’s apple, and without makeup, yes, perhaps Abe’s face in a bit rougher looking than when Abbie has her makeup on. It still is beautiful, and he can see Abbie there even when she is Abe.
They both sit holding each other in silence for a while. Then Tim says, “, dinner is probably well done by now, we should go eat. Do you want dress or stay like this? It would be nice see you nude for a while longer. It is so nice we can enjoy ourselves in such a state here cozy in our home.”
“Do you want spend the evening with Abe?” Abe asks shyly.
“I think I do. I would like hear about how you transitioned Abbie, and what it was like before you did so,” Tim replied.
And so, completely naked, the two go the kitchen heat dinner and eat. It is a long meal as Abe tells Tim of his early life, realizing his real identity, and then tentatively moving act his true feelings. How the scholarship the United Kingdom changed his life being someone new. Abbie took time coming out entirely, but when she got the job with the Pathway Organization, it became easy for her to change her sexual identity for everyday life.
Abe assures Tim that he has not regretted that decision every. Abbie is who he now is. Tim takes Abe’s hand and squeezes it, “It is Abbie who I was attracted to so much, regardless of anything else. There is a part of you, Abe, in her, and if you ever need to come out again, I will understand and love you in the same way. Thank you for sharing this side of you with me. I am sure it was not easy, but I am glad you trust me enough to show Abe to me.”
Tim has tears in his eyes as he says this, and Abe’s eyes are filling also. They squeeze hands, binding themselves together. Tim, standing and taking dishes to the sink, asks Abe, “Would you like to stay as Abe until the morning, or would you be more comfortable changing back to Abbie?”
Abe replies softly, “I think, things considered, returning Abbie in the morning will be soon enough.” Together they clean the dishes and then watch television for a while with a scotch each. Sitting on the couch together as they watched the highlights of the weekend football matches, they bond as two men. There even is a bit of roughhousing, which does arouse each of them.
Tim realizes as they turn the tv off and end the evening that he genuinely likes Abe also. Tim has never had any real close male friends, and if even for this one evening, it is nice to know that he does have a male friend, who he happens to love, just as Tim does Abbie’s female side.
In bed together, they do cuddle together, but in a bit different fashion. As each nod off to sleep, they know come tomorrow morning, Abe will be gone and his lovely Abbie will return.
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Tim and Abbie 32: Buying a car
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Posted:Oct 11, 2020 2:14 pm
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2024 1:38 am
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Upstairs, Abbie shows just how horny she is.
The lust which has been building up in viewing and selecting a car modeled her precise choices starts her juices churning as she sits Tim’s lap, feeling his hard cock growing against her crack. Everything is primed for a wonderful scene unfold.
Abbie gets of Tim’s clothes off him in minutes and then has him settle himself the bed as she does a slow and seductive striptease for him.
You can almost hear the music in the background as Abbie slowly reaches behind her unzip her dress. Then, one shoulder at a time, she takes the dress down just above her breasts, sliding her arms out of the sleeves as her hand holds the dress for now. Then, slowly, Abbie brings the dress down, first showing one breast after the other, enclosed in a very slinky lace bra. Her nipples are hard pressing against the bra.
Tim is already feeling himself harden, watching this special, private show. As the dress descends over Abbie’s waist and hips, Tim can see the top of Abbie’s panties peeking out. When she allows the dress to drop to the floor as she steps out of it, seeing her now in just bra, panties, garters, and stockings send rushes through Tim’s body.
The little bulge against the panties seems to excite Tim even more. Deep in Tim’s mind, he tries to analyze why this would add to his pleasure. It doesn’t matter, the judge in him rules. This is the person Tim loves and accepts and enjoys every aspect of.
Abbie lifts one leg on the bed as she unhooks the stocking and roll it down and off her leg. Then she switches legs and does the same again. Tim, watching this all, finds himself excited about seeing Abbie’s ‘clit’ so clearly through the thin material of her panties.
Tim is getting used to this added feature of Abbie’s but is now enjoying thinking of it as her big ‘clit’ and her two labia bearing entrance to her back ‘vag.’ He knows what all are, but there is like a spell over them making them seem like something they are not. But, as said, Tim knows that it is because he loves Abbie so much, and she is his dream come true. Let others think what they want. He and Abbie have a perfect relationship together.
The garter belt is undone and tossed aside. Abbie reaches behind her to unhook her bra, and it is another titillating performance as she slides out of the strap and plays peek-a-boo teasing Tim with a glimpse of her nipples before letting the bra fall to the ground.
All that is left now is for Abbie to step out of her panties. She will then be nude like Tim. So slowly, Abbie moves her fingers inside the panties' waistline at each hip. She begins to reveal slowly, so to enjoy the whole experience. First, her shaved mons come into view, then just the tip of her stiff appendage, more and more are revealed until her lovely little marbles show, hard and ready.
Stepping from her panties, Abbie begins to crawl the bed. Tim is sitting with his back the headboard. Abbie crawls over him, her legs are straddling his thighs, and her arms posed each side of his shoulders as she kisses Tim with such passion and lust.
Tim moans at this on slaughter, still getting his breath from watching Abbie’s performance. Kissing Tim, Abbie moves her arms around Tim’s neck. She is now more or less sitting Tim’s cock. She whispers him grab the lube, which he does, and covers her vagina hole and his cock.
Abbie slides down Tim’s throbbing cock, feeling him fill her so. Both let out a mutual moan. Abbie’s hand moving from Tim’s shoulders the headboard slats for support bounce up and down Tim with total abandonment.
Abbie’s large clit and labia are banging against Tim’s mons and stomach. His balls are hitting Abbie’s ass cheeks in much the same way. Both are on this wonderful ride that they almost lose track of time or where they are.
Both panting hard, they can feel themselves reaching that highest cliff and are ready to release all the trapped lust they have built . Almost in sync, Tim shoots into Abbie as she lets out of her penned- juices Tim’s stomach.
They collapse together, kissing each other’s faces and saying thank you over and over to each other. Then they both start laughing at how silly it is. They both showing such gratitude. They hug, Tim grabs a towel from under the bed and wipes them both clean, and they cuddle together for the night.
As they lay together and just before sleep overtakes them, Abbie tells Tim in a small voice, “We will have both our names to the car title, Tim, but you will have to show your license and such for us to buy it.”
Tim, a bit surprised at the comment, asks Abbie, “Why, are you afraid without your ID as Abbie you don’t want to show it?”
Abbie laughs, like tiny bells ringing, as replies, “No, Tim, while I have driven tractors, trucks, and such in America since I was about twelve, I have never gotten a driver’s license here in the United Kingdom. I guess it is one more thing to put on my to-do list if I am going to be part owner of a car.”
Tim tickles Abbie some and says, “Yes, I would think a license would be in order. I am not going to be your chauffeur, Miss Daisy.” They both laugh and snuggle together for the night.
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The morning at work passed quickly again for Tim and Abbie. But the afternoon seemed to slow to a snail’s pass. The car dealer called Abbie and tells her that she can pick the car today if she wants to. She will have to have proof of insurance to release the vehicle. He tells her the VIN to give to the insurer. Some of the things needed to get her dream car seem like a lot to provide before they can get the vehicle. The dealership is opened later today so they can go there after work.
Abbie talks with him for several minutes, though he has most of the information from her online order. She explained that the car is to be in her and Tim’s names, but his license will be used for the purchase. The dealer seems fine with of Abbie’s requirements.
Abbie calls Tim as soon as they hang , she tells him about needing insurance buy the car. Tim replies that he will take care of it. He already has a homeowner’s insurance with a company that can add the vehicle .
Abbie asks about transferring the amount of money needed for the car her checking account be able for the car outright today. Tim tells her he has already transferred more than just the cost of the vehicle this morning, knowing it would be needed.
They discussed how to get to the dealership. A cab would be the easiest. Abbie says she will order one to pick her , and then Tim, as the dealership is north or where he works. Every settled, they try return their attention work, but in honesty, both are excited about getting the new car today.
VIN passed along, Tim calls his carrier and gets the insurance. Then he calls his company’s properties department and asks for a parking space to be assigned to him. An allocated parking spot is one of the perks Tim has never used for over years now. Not owning a car it was unneeded.
In the past, Tim came the rescue for the properties department many times. Every other department in the company has had Tim’s help and feels appreciative of Tim also. So, when after years of not needing anything himself, everyone is more than happy help him whenever he asks for even the smallest help.
Not even an hour later, the properties manager comes Tim’s desk and hands him the car sticker and parking space number. Tim is surprised how quickly this happened and thanks the manager for his rapid response. The manager winks at Tim and says, “For you do for everyone here, it is the least I could do in return for you.”
Tim thanks him again, and as leaving, the manager comments, “Is that a new suit? It looks really good on you. I love your colorful tie. It really stands out.” Tim blushes at this and is glad the manager walks away, so he did not have reply.
The tie, which does give a nice bolt of color the charcoal gray suit, is one of the ties Abbie picked out at the outdoor market last weekend. Just wearing these new clothes changes Tim’s opinion of himself something positive. the changes he is going through are due Abbie. She is the one who has been helping him view himself as something worthy.
Tim looks down at the sheet showing his parking space. It is on the first floor of the parking structure and one of the front spots, almost mixed with the executives' places. Tim smiles and silently thanks the property manager for offering this him. It is much more than just a parking space; it is a statement his colleagues of his value the company.
Things are happening so fast, and such significant changes. Tim’s new look that Abbie helped him with. Totally remodeling the house, now to be a home for Abbie and him. And now a new, rather classy car. It like at this moment in time, Tim is starting a new and so much better chapter of his life. And all due to Abbie.
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Finally, the workday is over, and Abbie is outside waiting for the taxi to arrive, she is so excited. She directs the driver to Tim’s office building, where he is waiting to be picked .
Standing for the few minutes before the taxi arrives, many of his colleagues leaving stop for a minute to tell Tim how much they like his new look. wonder how he could have a whole new wardrobe without spending a great deal of money. The gossip mill at work is churning again with speculations after hearing about his request for a parking space. He must be buying a car too.
Luckily, none of them know about the remodeling of his house, or their tongues would be flapping like an electric fan. Already, possibilities of what is happening with Tim run the gamut. From being offered a new job elsewhere with a huge signing bonus to that he is somehow embezzling from the company.
Tim knows many of the employees of the company do like to gossip about everything and everyone. It bothers him, but he cannot do much about it. It is so like what Abbie got punished for this weekend. He does have a low level of tolerance for such behavior. Others over the years have tried to get him to join in, but he purposely removes himself from such conversations.
Tim gets in the cab, and a few people see Abbie in the cab, and then Tim kisses her as he settles into the seat. More things for tongues to wag over.
At the dealership, everything goes smoothly, and after Abbie writes probably the largest check she ever has, they are owners of a brand-new vehicle. They get in the car to leave, and Tim notices and comments to Abbie that there are only five miles on the car to start.
Hearing this, Abbie is gleeful. She loves the color of the car, its features, even the sunroof, which she opens as the evening is lovely out. Mid-May flowers are blooming, the trees in full glory. Tim suggests a bit of a drive. Partly try out the car, and partly enjoy having it and their new freedom drive wherever and whenever they want . Free now of the need for buses, cabs, and trains go somewhere.
Abbie is thrilled. After playing with the radio, she finds a good station enjoy as they drive. The console is low between the seats, so it is easy for Abbie reach over and caress Tim’s thigh. He is enjoying it immensely, but he tells Abbie behave, or they will get into an accident before owning the car for an hour.
Abbie laughs and backs off some. They enjoy the ride through the country, but from Abbie’s groping at him and Abbie herself feeling the urge, they know they will soon need an outlet for their rising lust. Tim says to her in a bit hoarse voice, “Abbie, we could find someplace private enough to stop, but there would be a chance we could get caught. Perhaps we should hurry home?”
Abbie would love the idea of being out in the wilderness and the two of them fucking and pleasuring each other, but she knows going home is the better and safer option.
They get home, and Tim climbs out of the car to open the garage manually. As he climbs back in to pull the car in, he tells Abbie, “Well, one more thing for the contractor. They are coming tomorrow to paint. Hopefully, they can also install a garage opener for us.”
In the garage, the car off, and the door closed. Tim tells Abbie, “You know we have no idea how the back seats feel, perhaps we should try them.” Abbie sees the glint in Tim’s eyes and understands. She opens the door on the passenger side and climbs in. Tim joins her from the driver’s side.
They fall into each other’s arms and kiss deeply. Tim is already fiddling with Abbie’s dress and more. Abbie is keeping with him in that part. His suit jacket is flung over the front seat, his pants following. Her dress does the same, then his tie and shirt. Kissing and groping each other, they both are soon naked.
Abbie moves sit Tim’s lap and his enlarged penis. She rubs against him some pick some of both his and her precum. It is enough lubricate Tim’s glans. Abbie then lifts herself enough pressing Tim’s cock into her back vagina. Both let out a sigh of satisfaction.
Then, surprising Tim, Abbie just sits this way with his cock deep in her. She does not bounce or anything. Looking into her eyes, Abbie says, “Stay this way for a bit, Tim The feeling of you so in is so delightful, and I hope with my sides throbbing against your cock is enjoyable you too.”
Tim smiles her. How could he not enjoy this incredible experience? deep in Abbie, her hard clit rubbing against his mons, his body is on fire. Tim smiles at Abbie and moves his hand her boobs and squeezes and plays with them through the fabric of her bra.
After about ten minutes, Abbie starts lifting herself off Tim and coming down hard again. The back seat is wide enough brace her legs both sides of Tim hold and rock him there. Tim, feeling his ass rubbing against the soft leather seats, is getting additional stimulation right now. He moans and takes Abbie by her waist pace and control her thrusts and releases.
, it feels so good for both of them. No matter how often they fuck, each time is sensational. They continue hump each other as both are reaching that spectacular height when is released. , it is cumming soon for both of them. Tim feels drips of Abbie’s precum juices on his mons as he feels himself releasing some adding the lubrication of Abbie’s ‘vagina.’
They look into each other’s eyes, mostly. Abbie’s excitement about this lovely new vehicle causes her to look around the interior also, which brings a grin to Tim’s face. They know they are both about to explode. It is so nice that Abbie and Tim usually cum at the same time or within seconds of each other. Does this, happening regularly, help solidify their relationship and keep it growing? Who knows for sure, but for Tim and Abbie, it is just one more solid stone they are building their relationship on.
Both spent, Abbie leans on Tim’s chest as they both recover. Slowly then Abbie gets and stands outside the car as Tim climbs out too. Abbie grabs a cloth to wipe the back seat of any signs of what happened. And grinning, Abbie tells Tim, "Well, I guess we have christened our new ride.”
Tim laughs in reply and puts his arm around Abbie as they walk into the house with their clothes in their hands. This is nice. Pulling the car into the garage allows them to be naked entering the house, which does add to things so well.
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Tim and Abbie 31: Off to work again
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Posted:Oct 10, 2020 12:36 pm
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2024 1:38 am
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Monday morning dawns. Tim and Abbie rise to get ready to return to work after their days off. Abbie thinks about how funny it is, how things have so changed since last Tuesday, the last time the two went to work together. Then it was from her stop by her apartment, which is no longer hers. Now, getting on from Tim’s stop, the two go together.
While they haven’t got the morning down to a routine yet, they shower together, enjoying running their hands over each other’s bodies. After dressing, Tim goes down to get something for their breakfast, while Abbie finishes her hair and makeup.
They are out the door on time and at the bus stop with minutes to spare before the bus arrives. Abbie brings up a topic which she has begun thinking about after having Les’s car to use over the weekend.
“Tim, I have been thinking. Considering all the money I am saving with housing expenses, which you so generously have allowed to happen. What would you think of us getting a car? I will pay for it, as it seems I have more than enough money,” Abbie broaches with him.
Before he can reply, Abbie barrels on, “Think about the time cut from our commute, the flexibility it offers us, and just the convenience. I don’t think petrol will cost as much as both our bus passes each month.”
As they climb on to the bus, Tim laughs at Abbie’s new enthusiasm. And their entrance from a different stop, where Tim used to be getting on alone, is not lost on their fellow regular commuters.
“Abbie, that could be a good idea. Maybe a practical, used car we could get for a reasonable rate,” Tim tells her.
“No, Tim, a new car, and a good one. Why buy something whose value and performance might diminish quickly. I think we need to plan this week to look at different models. In the meantime, let's both look online to see the options,” Abbie replied with force. “Besides, it is my money which will buy it for us.”
Tim shakes his head. While what Abbie is saying is sensible, her once again wanting to spend now that she knows her real monetary status, is what she had asked him to curb. But a car would be so nice to have, and Tim understands Abbie’s underlying feelings about wanting to contribute to their new life together.
As they near his stop, he leans and kisses Abbie and tells her that sounds like a good plan.
Tim, dressed in one of his new suits, has eyes turning to look at him by his colleagues. They can tell there is something majorly different about Tim from a month ago but can’t quite figure out what is going on.
Tim, taking off three days last week again, and now with this refined new image does cause tongues to wag. He goes about his work but with a more confident air than he had. Rather than just fixing errors others made in their work, Tim now points them out to his coworkers and make them correct them. Only a small thing, but making a point loudly that he is no longer everyone’s dupe.
His manager notices the changes, and Tim is now making others responsible for their own work. He is happy to see that Tim is willing to work with his colleagues to understand how and why changes are needed. He hopes Tim keeps up this pattern; it will help all the staff be better workers.
Abbie does not forget her daily check-ins with Tim, and it makes the day fly by.
Work done for the day, Abbie and Tim arrive home around five-thirty. Les is out in her yard working, prepping her garden for the summer. She waves to them, and they walk over to the low stone wall between the property. Les invites them to come over.
They accept the invitation, Abbie, especially, as she is so eager to know what happened after Les and Phoebe left their house on Saturday night. She tries to contain herself, as she does not want to be over Tim’s knee again this soon. They settle themselves at the patio table. Abbie remembering Les’s tale about her and Cyn at this very table.
Les brings out a bottle of sherry and glasses, and they each have one. Les blushes some as she starts, “I want to thank you for letting me join you Saturday on your excursion and then dinner. I would have never imagined what happened would from that.”
Tim tells her they were glad she joined them, and they too had an enjoyable time. Now Les really blushes as she lays her hand over Tim’s, “I would have never thought what happened could, and I hope you are alright with it, after just learning about your mother and me.”
Tim looks at her gleaming eyes and tells her that while that side of his mother is something he needs to comprehend fully, nothing Les could do would diminish his feelings for her. Les squeezes his hand.
Before Les can continue, Tim squeezes her hand in return and tells her, “This much I know Leslie, you loved my mother, and am sure gave her so many days of happiness. And your watching over both of us when she succumbed to her depression. Since being here for me, nothing you did, or do, can never change that. All I want is for you to find happiness for yourself.” Tim leans and kisses Les’s cheek, which has tears dripping on it from Tim’s comment.
She thanks Tim and brushes the tears away. They are all quiet for a moment until Tim says, “I’m sorry, Les, I interrupted you. What did you want to say?”
“That’s okay, Tim, and I am not sure how exactly to explain things. After taking Phoebe back to the Peacock Saturday night, she asked me to join her for a drink. One thing led to another, and we spend the night together. Then again last night. It seems to be happening so swiftly, but we are in love with each other. We are working our way through how to make it work,” Les confesses.
Abbie cannot contain her joy. She jumps up and hugs Les telling her she just knew Phoebe and her would hit it off. She is so happy that things are moving so quickly between them, and neither could find a better mate than each other. “Well, except Tim and I,” Abbie giggles. Then she settles down, so Tim does not think she is overreacting.
Tim hugs Les too and tells her how glad she has found someone after so many years alone. There are tears in all their eyes of happiness as they finish their sherries, and Tim and Abbie head to their house to fix dinner.
Over dinner, Abbie is silent about what was just revealed to them. Tim can tell she is busting to talk about it. But Abbie is refraining herself to follow the latest of her rules for behavior. Tim is holding in his laughter watching her.
Finally, he relents and says, “Abbie, it is now a known fact that Les and Phoebe are together and seem to have found companionship with each other. That is something that can be discussed. Just not going off on wild speculations about things between them. I am thrilled for them that they did find each other. And yes, for you to have realized their compatibility to encourage them meeting and getting to know each other.”
Abbie sighs deeply and tells Tim, “I am so grateful that they also have. I have come to care a great deal about both of them and am glad they are no longer alone. You can see the glow about Les now, and I am sure Phoebe is the same way. While I would love to go to the Peacock tonight to hear what Phoebe has to say and to talk to them together, the prudent thing to do is to wait until the weekend for them to adjust to their lives together.”
Tim smiles at Abbie and leans and kisses her. “Baby, that is a very mature attitude to take, and I am glad you are showing restraint. I, too, would love to know more, but we will as time goes on, which is how it should be.”
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They spend the evening in the study, Abbie sitting on Tim’s lap, exploring different local car dealers websites considering various models. Abbie is pushing for the most upscale models, Range Rovers and BMW X3, explaining that an SUV would allow them room to carry things with ease and have a smooth ride. Tim shakes his head some at the prices of each.
Then Abbie sees a Ford EcoSport, and she is transfixed by it. She likes the idea that she would be supporting a USA business in the end. Yes, Abbie will always have ties and commitments to her home country. She sees one in this metallic smoky blue, which she falls in love with.
“This is the one, Tim; this is what we should get,” Abbie tells him. She starts ‘building’ the car she wants and chooses many added features. The final price is a bit staggering, but it is a beautiful vehicle. Tim realizes that while the price is just over twenty-five thousand pounds, that is less than half of what he will have spent fixing up their home.
Abbie clicks on the link to find where the car of her dreams is available. She is directed to a dealer near them that does have one to their specifications in stock.
Abbie clicks the button saying, ‘wants to buy.’ It involves adding contact information and such. Abbie has all correspondences directed to her, which is as it should be if she is the one buying the car. “Now we just need to wait to hear from them tomorrow,” Abbie says, closing the laptop.
She jumps off Tim’s lap and pulls his hand to lead him upstairs. “The idea of that wonderful car being in our garage soon is making me horny, sir,” Abbie tells Tim as she pulls him along.
He laughs and follows her.
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Tim and Abbie 30: Meanwhile, between Les and Phoebe
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Posted:Oct 9, 2020 12:44 pm
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2024 1:38 am
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After receiving the text of thanks from Les, Phoebe checks out the stock and set-up for the day before replying. She wanted to immediately but did not want to disturb Les with a text while she was driving.
Phoebe: Memories of last night and this morning linger in my mind. You are who deserve my thanks.
The text comes through to Les just as she pulled into her drive. Parked, she replies.
Les: I cannot believe what happened between us and cannot wait until this evening to see you again.
Phoebe: Why don’t you come around eight instead. I will make sure I can get off by then. I am already dripping again in anticipation.
Les: That sounds fine. The hours are going to drag until then.
After that exchange, Les gets out of her car, and as Tim watches, almost floats into her house. She would have never thought twenty-four hours ago how her life could suddenly change to something so much better.
Then Les worries. Tim has just found out about her and his mother. Would Les being with someone else now upset him while still trying to wrap his head around what he learned about Cyn? She would not want to hurt Tim in any way, and Les would never forget the bond she and Cyn had. Should she stop things before they begin?
This small worry is in the back of her head all day as she goes around straightening things. She sees with new eyes how her house needs to be remodeled like Tim’s. Les’s place was never as dark and gloomy as Cyn’s, but it is somewhat outdated now, and upgrades would be welcomed.
By mid-afternoon, Les lies down for a while. They hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, and probably not tonight either. As her eyes close and she is in that in-between place of awake and sleep, something happens. Les sees Cyn before her as she had been that first afternoon, with such a glow about her.
Les hears Cyn’s voice say, “Les, I am so glad you finally finished mourning me. It has been quite long enough. Phoebe is lovely and perfect for you. Don’t totally erase the memories of us but give this new ‘us’ being offered to you a chance. You will be delighted.” Les tries to say something, but the vision fades, and Les is left to dream about Cyn, who seems to turn into Phoebe for about an hour.
Back awake, there are still several hours to pass before she sees Phoebe again. Les thinks about calling or going over to Tim’s to talk to him. But then, comprehending this is the last day of their first weekend, she does not want to bother Tim or Abbie.
Les thinks more about how things started with Phoebe last night. At the same time, similar thoughts are running through Phoebe’s mind that afternoon.
Les has always been the dominant one in all her relationships. She set the tone for how things went. Her partners, for the most part, were such frilly women, willing to let Les dictate what was happening. With Cyn, it was a bit different, but she did submit herself to Les controlling things between them. It wasn’t as extreme as in other relationships, but Cyn always bowed to Les’s decisions.
‘After last night with Phoebe, do I still feel the need to be dominant?’ Les wonders.
Phoebe is pondering the same thing. While she does not dress in a semi-manly manner as Les does, she is the ringleader for all the games she plays. Phoebe dresses rather provocatively as a woman on the edge of desire. But she can be forceful and convincing, the guiding force in all her couplings.
Of late, all Phoebe’s encounters have been Phoebe playing at luring curious women into this side of life. Yes, and she cast them off soon after. To be honest, Phoebe has never been with any one person for long. A few months-long relationships over the years, but they could be counted on one hand.
How would it work with two controlling women together? Both feel the need to tell the other about their past. And finding a way that both are happy together is their role. Les and Phoebe, over the afternoon and early evening, debated with themselves about this.
Les realizes she enjoyed their first night together when she willingly submitted to Phoebe being in charge. Has she changed her focus after eight years alone? But she does like to be the one on the top from the past.
Phoebe remembers how Les did so submit to her last night. It was so delightful, and how she likes their interactions. But then Phoebe remembers telling Les that she would be in charge tonight more or less. Would Phoebe be able to submit herself to Les being in control?
Could she?
Both women that afternoon come to comprehend that their time together last night was something so distinctive. For some reason, so fast coming on, their feeling for each other is a meeting of mutual minds and desires. Perhaps the labels and positions each take do not have to be so. Let this be something together as mutual partners. Something so simple which neither had ever considered nor done before.
Seizing the moment when this sweeps over Les (and at the same time Phoebe), she pulls her phone out and calls. When Phoebe answers, Les tells her, “I don’t know what is coming over me. I can hardly wait to see you. Whatever role you want me to play in this to keep it going between us, I am willing to accept. But perhaps we don’t need to have defined parts, just enjoy each other equally.”
Phoebe gasps as she was about to call Les saying more or less the same thing. There is dead wire between them after Les’s declaration. Phoebe composes herself and replies, “Les, I have been thinking about the same things. Neither of us has to play any given role. I don’t care either. Perhaps we should just let things go as they do. It will become apparent as we move forward if we need to have a structure. I think just us together, pleasing each other in and out of bed is where I want to start.”
Hearing what Phoebe says, Les lets out a deep sigh and thanks Phoebe for being so open and optimistic. Les tells Phoebe she can’t wait to see her in a few hours.
And the hours again pass slowly. Around five-thirty, Les hears her phone chime as she finishes undressing to step into the shower. The message is from Phoebe. Les sits naked on her bed as she looks at the message.
Phoebe: Hearing your voice was wonderful and brought back memories of last night. But hearing just your voice is not enough for me now.
Seeing this, Les feels wonderful shivers running through her. She responds.
Les: I know what you mean. Just your voice causes me to quake. And the thought of your hands on me, and mine on you takes me even further.
Phoebe: Les, I need so bad to feel our bodies together again, your skin touching mine.
Les: Yes, together as our passion rise, our whole bodies dripping in anticipation. Our sweat mingling together as we kiss and explore.
Phoebe: Become as one as our passion takes us higher and higher to the perfect summit.
Before Les can reply, a second message comes in from Phoebe.
Phoebe: I need you. I… and does not continue.
Both women from this interchange are so aroused, both need a release. But, knowing they will have the ultimate cumming together soon, they calm themselves.
Les contemplates so many things as she sits naked on her bed. She thinks about what she shared with Cyn so many times. Les sees her reflection in the full mirror in the corner. Memories of Cyn come back so fully. Then Les almost hears Cyn talking to her again. Cyn, telling Les to go on, it is time, and Phoebe is the right person.
Les, in this daze, thinks back to the last time she had been with Cyn the evening before she died in the night. Then, Cyn had told Les much the same. To not mourn her, to go on with her life. Find someone to share it with. Les would know when the right person came along.
Strangely, now that Tim knows finally, and he is so settled, it is like Cyn releasing her from everything so Les can move forward herself. Oh, Les will always be there for Tim and help him along. Les now feels like she is emerging from an eight-year hibernation to see the sun shining on her fully as she comes to the surface.
Phoebe is so delightful. Already she has taken Les to places she would never have expected. What little they did last night is already causing Les’s nerves to be aroused even thinking about it, let alone experiencing it.
Les knows somehow she is falling for Phoebe. It is like a spell has been cast over them. Les wants to stay there for as long as she can.
Phoebe is feeling much the same, in a different way. She has been sexually active since her teens, with both sexes, but never felt like she is feeling today. The past intercourses were dalliances, a few lasting for months but so meaningless. None of them sent such waves of pleasure through her as Les has with a gentle touch, Phobe remembers what happened and thinks about Les.
Why is this different? They just kissed and caressed last night and this morning. Phoebe had pleasured Les, no big deal. Yes, memories of their shower are delightful to think about, but to be this excited about seeing Les again soon and getting so wet in anticipation?
Phoebe blushes suddenly, then those suggestive messages, not even knowing where such sentiments came from. Damn, what is happening to her?
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Les arrives at the Wilde Peacock just before eight o’clock. She sits in her car for a moment. Thinking about how before yesterday, she had never been to this pub before. Had she wasted years when she could have been knowing Phoebe? She shakes her head as she knows yesterday was the date and time set for the two to meet. What had happened in their lives before was just preparing them for this moment.
While she knows she could go to the back door and knock, instead, Les goes to the front entrance to experience coming into the pub like the first time yesterday afternoon. The bar is attractive, clean, and welcoming. She had noticed that yesterday. No real wear and tear about it, just a comfortable, lived-in place. Phoebe has done a fantastic job creating and decorating this place, so regardless of inclination, all feel at home and safe.
As Les walks up to the bar, Phoebe comes from behind it and greets her. She gives Les a warm kiss on the lips then leads her to a seat at the one corner of the bar. “This is where I usually am each afternoon and night when not serving myself,” Phoebe tells Les. “It has the best view really of the whole place so I can keep my eyes on things.”
Les comments about how she sees the bar and how homey it seems for everyone, complimenting Phoebe for her skill of creating such an environment.
Phoebe blushes some as she thanks Les for the praise. Les tells her she is unsure why she had not come in before, as she had heard about the Wilde Peacock for several years now. And she wants to share this place, as a welcoming place for everyone, to the people in her classes and groups she conducts for the community center.
Phoebe thanks her again, saying the more, the merrier, besides helping with the overhead. Phoebe explains that since she took over the bar, changing its name and design while welcoming everyone openly from the LBGTQ community, she plays it low key to the general public. Ones that come in either accept the diversity or find somewhere else to go.
Les laughs and says, “Well, the choice of the pub’s name, Wilde Peacock, does seem suggestive.”
Phoebe laughs too and tells her, “It is funny, the old-timers from before I bought the place, and more strait-laced, don’t seem to get the name of the place. And throwing a few peacocks into the décor helps them not catching on until they are here for a while.”
Phoebe goes on, “It is interesting these last six years owning the pub, how many of the old regulars have adapted to the changing environment and have switched their mindset to being welcoming and accepting. The pub is finding a wonderful balance acceptable to all.”
Les is impressed. While they have their drink and talk, her mind wanders to what she wants ahead. Just looking and hearing Phoebe this close, all Les desires to do is rip off all her clothes and begin to explore this magnificent woman.
Les can see through the sheer linen blouse Phoebe is wearing, and even though enclosed in a bra, her nipples are so hard Les can see them pressing against Phoebe’s top. Les longs for the moment the nipples will be in her mouth to pleasure Phoebe.
Both women are trying the best they can to hold back their lust for each other, knowing this get-to-know-each-other stage is all part of the cumulative dance between them. They are building their desires for each other. But it is also about to explode between them.
They gaze into each other’s eyes, and know that they are both while hearing and enjoying what each is sharing, need to take this to a higher level, like right now. Phoebe takes Les’s hand in hers and leads her to the elevator, calling to the bartender that he is in charge for the rest of the night.
The short ride up in the elevator is spent with Phoebe and Les groping each other and kissing passionately. It is clear, without conversation, how much they crave each other. In Phoebe’s flat, their clothes are quickly shed, and Phoebe on her back on the bed, feeling Les beginning to explore her body.
Les is a thorough and ready lover. She takes her time kissing Phoebe more before moving down to her neck, nibbling and licking all around. She moves to Phoebe’s side and rolls Phoebe so her back is facing her as she concentrates on the nape of Phoebe’s neck. Feeling Les’s tongue and warm breath there sends shivers all through Phoebe’s body.
When Les begins to run her tongue down Phoebe’s spine, followed by her fingers gently trailing behind, Phoebe’s whole body feels alive. Electric shocks of the best kind are running through her, and goosebumps are visible on her skin. Up and down, Les goes several times, just to Phoebe’s tailbone then back up.
The final descent Les continues down Phoebe’s crack, landing at her asshole, which, spreading her cheeks some, Les runs her tongue around and around. Phoebe is in seventh heaven. Rarely does Phoebe get this excited unless someone is licking and pleasuring her pussy, but Les is finding all sorts of erogenous spots to stir Phoebe.
After kissing and nibbling all over Phoebe’s ass cheeks and down the back of her thighs, Les turns Phoebe on her back again. Les spreads Phoebe’s thighs. Les bends and begins kissing and licking Phoebe’s inner thighs, one after the other, each time moving closer, almost, but not reaching her pussy.
Les continues to enjoy the taste and smell of Phoebe, who is now giving off such an incredible sexual fragrance as juices are flowing more and more from her. Les reaches up one of her hands and begins to run her fingers through Phoebe’s short mons hairs, pulling at them a little, which sends sparks through Phoebe’s body, almost scratching at the area to bring it alive.
Les can feel how steamy Phoebe’s cunt is becoming, so wet and sticky. Phoebe arches her back several times, trying to get Les to touch her there. Les is more experienced in pleasing others, much more than how Phoebe has played at the basic games with her victims. She wants Phoebe to learn to respond to even a touch to the arm.
And Phoebe is learning; all these wonderful new feelings flushing over her from gentle touches is mindboggling to her. Phoebe's play has been rather ‘wham bam thank you, ma'am,’ the thrill of the chase, the kill, and then discard. Even in longer couplings, neither got to know each other or care that much more than for their animal needs, probably why none ever lasted.
Les is thrilling her, introducing her to so much more. While it is so hot now to feel Les’s lips on her clit and up her vag, the waves of buildup are such a new thing to feel.
Les does not deny her, just helps Phoebe to mount to the ultimate place. She runs her finger down from playing with her mons, through Phoebe's wet and wanting slit, spreading the labia apart, which Les moves to begin to suck on to get red and swollen. There is already a dark flush spreading over Phoebe’s chest. Her breathing is getting erratic, and Phoebe’s hands squeeze Les’s shoulders as new wave after wave flow through her.
Feeling Les’s fingers running up and down, then a couple of them settling in Phoebe’s vag to dance around and ignite her G-spot, Phoebe lets out this long mewing cry, almost whimpering from contentment. When Les's fingers spread Phoebe’s labia, and Les begins to suck and lick her clit, Phoebe is ecstatic. She wants time to stand still, her at this moment, to go on and on forever.
Phoebe’s fingers run through Les’s short hair. Perspiration is dripping from Phoebe’s brows and arms. Her whole body has a glow from the fluid over it. And the primal scent fills the air.
Les brings Phoebe to climax multiple times with her fingers and tongue working together on her pussy to allow Phoebe to feel these delights. Finally quenched, Phoebe pulls Les up to her and kisses her deeply, tasting her cum on Les’s lips.
Phoebe hugs Les tight, and through bated breath, she thanks her repeatedly as she kisses her face. Les pulls Phoebe to her and tells her to relax and enjoy the sensations which had overtaken her.
Les’s gentle stroking and talking to calm her is something new for Phoebe too. Never had she ever experienced afterplay with someone, really. Usually, she just wanted the person to leave after she had her fun, but Les is so different. Her care and kindness send gentler rushes flowing through Phoebe.
There are tears in Phoebe’s eyes as she experiences this. Never would she have imagined she could feel so wonderful and wanting to be with someone. Phoebe and Abbie, over the years since they met, have talked about their connections and play. Both did have a rather superficial level of involvement with others, Phoebe because she did not want to invest in anyone. Abbie, because of the choices she made, did not want much more than a physical dalliance.
Phoebe wonders if Abbie has found something like what she has just experienced with Les, with Tim. She has had such a happy and relaxed look about her since it started a month ago. Is it only yesterday when they all had dinner together? Then there was a look of sheer joy about her.
Phoebe, held in Les’s arms, sensing such warm feeling between them, turns enough to look at Les’s face. Seeing Les smiling down on her makes Phoebe melt. 'Is this love I feel? How could I reach that point so quickly?'
Les sees the tears in Phoebe’s eyes and lifts her thumb to wipe them away. And with that small gesture, Phoebe knows. It didn’t matter how short a time it is since they met, Phoebe is fully and completely in love with Les. Phoebe stumbles over her words as she blurts out her feelings.
Les smiles at her and kisses her forehead and says, “Phoebe, that can happen quickly, or slowly grow, but yes, there is already some strong bond between us, which allows us to feel love from each other. I love you too, my dear.”
Phoebe could not be happier. Right now, all she wants to do is offer Les pleasure in return. Phoebe knows it would only be a fraction of what Les gave her. But she so wants this magnificent woman, who actually loves her, to feel wonderful too.
But Les stops her, “Love, there is all the time in the world for that and more. We will have so much fun, I think, learning more and more about each other. Finding out how we can pleasure each other in amazing ways. Right now, let's just lay here, happy in the feelings we have for each other and just talk and sleep.”
Phoebe understands, and for the next hour or so, both caress each other as they talk about their lives, dreams, and desires. Phoebe has never been this open with anyone before. It feels so good, and their touches bring both to mini orgasms several times as they chat.
It is around midnight when in each other’s arms, they fall asleep.
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Tim and Abbie 29: The end of the weekend
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Posted:Oct 6, 2020 1:40 pm
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2024 1:38 am
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Sunday morning, Tim and Abbie get started on their day. But not before Abbie peeks out the window one more time. Les appears not to be back yet. She says as much to Tim as they head to the shower. Tim again spanks one of Abbie’s bare cheeks and laughingly tells her to stop being a little spy. But he, in reality, is extremely interested to know the status of things between Les and Phoebe himself.
They shower, taking their time to enjoy each other’s attention to the important parts of their bodies. Both, if they knew, would have been surprised. At the same moment, Phoebe and Les are doing the same thing in a shower.
Tim and Abbie are learning how to wash each other as they shower to have maximum effect. Often such cleansing results in the need for a bit more after the fact. Abbie loves this bathroom Tim had created. The large whirlpool bath for when they want to soak together and this massive shower with a bench which can be used if urges overtake them.
Today is no exception. Abbie is rubbing the cloth up and down Tim’s shaft making him harder and hard. Tim is buffing the head of Abbie’s ‘clit’, making her grow also. When they move the cloth to wash each other’s crack and hole, their members dance together, their tips touching and circling each other in a strangely delightful way. Soapy clothes and fingers up both their asses, the moaning begins.
Their free hands are again caressing their appendages as their excitement mounts. Tim leaning back, his shoulder pressing against the wall for stability, Abbie is leaning into him to steady herself. This way, it does not take long until they both explode in rapture. Heavily breathing, Abbie leans against Tim as his arms encircle her to keep her upright.
They take their time to descend to earth again, letting the warm water wash over them. Abbie feels secure in Tim’s arms and enjoys this surge run through her body. Both now recovered, they clean each other up from the interlude and start on their day.
Over breakfast, and another peek out the window, Abbie talks of nothing except Les and Phoebe. Speculating what has been happening, pondering the future together for them. Tim finally stops her, “Abbie, one more word out of you about this until we know something for certain, and you will be over my knee and spanked.”
Abbie realizes Tim is serious, but there is a part of her who would like to be in that exact position. It has been a while. Abbie tells Tim she understands and drops the topic.
Though about ten minutes later, Abbie asks, “Is that a car pulling in? Is it Les?” Tim just gives her a stern look.
“Abigail, go to the room at the top of the stairs. Plant yourself in a corner for a time out. I will be up shortly,” Tim directs her. Abbie's mouth forms an O from that announcement. Tim is serious.
Abbie meekly replies, “Yes, Mr. Hudson.” She slowly walks upstairs and realizes where Tim is sending her is his old room. The room has three corners from which to choose. Abbie walks to one by the window. She places her nose against the corner. Her hands around her neck and waits.
Tim, downstairs, does not want to punish Abbie, but she did not listen to what he told her and thinks this might be a good opportunity to emphasize the rules Abbie so wanted. He clears their breakfast dishes, and as he finishes, he sees out the window Les’s return. Well, it does seem like she and Phoebe must have spent the night together.
Tim notices the almost skip in Les’s step as she heads into her house. Tim smiles and knows Abbie would be excited to know, but that is what she is being punished for, so that information will not be revealed until later.
He climbs the stairs to his old room and realizes, while a new paint of coat would be nice, this could be a perfect punishment room for Abbie as long as she needs one. Tim sits on the bed, places a towel over his legs to protect his pants, and calls to Abbie, “Abigail, pick up a hairbrush from the dresser and come over here.”
Abbie’s eyes, already red and wet from her crying in anticipation, does as Tim tells her. At the dresser, she is torn for a minute about which hairbrush she should choose. The one of hers that Tim has used before? Or this other, older looking, but just as efficient she is sure? It is one that Tim left there.
Not wanting to appear stalling, Abbie picks up the brush Tim had placed there and came to his side. “Abigail, why are you being spanked now?” Tim asks.
Abbie, now understanding her confession is all part of the discipline, says in a small voice, “Not doing as I was told and kept on yammering about something you told me not to focus on.”
Tim asks, “So, Abigail, do you feel you have earned this spanking? Not doing what you were told?”
Abbie replies, “Yes, sir, please spank me for being bad and help me learn to follow what you tell me to do.” With that, Tim lifts her dress over her waist, and Abbie bends over Tim’s knees. Abbie is shaking some from hearing Tim call her Abigail over and over. She acknowledges that it is a nice touch he has added for these intervals. It makes her feel small, and needing a spanking for misbehaving.
Once settled there, Abbie lifts her hips so Tim can take her panties down to mid-calf. Her dress is up over her back and shoulders. Abbie ass cheeks, so alabaster and smooth, look up at Tim in anticipation.
Tim can tell that Abbie is getting hard already, and in reality, the towel is in part to hide how hard Tim is also getting. With one hand on the small of Abbie’s back to hold her in place, he raises his hand for the first spank.
“Abigail, you are being punished because not only did you not do as I told you, but you do seem to tend to gossip about things that are none of your business. This seems to be a bad habit of yours, and you need to learn to suppress it,” Tim tells her.
Abbie cries out, feeling the sting on her right cheek, quickly followed by one on her left cheek. Back and forth, Tim goes making sure he reddens every inch of Abbie’s behind. And the upper thighs are not left out either.
The pain isn’t all that much so far. The embarrassment to be in such a position flows over Abbie making her cry even more. But while tears flow, Abbie also feels the churning inside her. Her clit is at full strength, and each spank does send cosmic quivers through her body.
Tim had explained when he agreed to be in charge of Abbie, this way, the spankings would be more for so many minutes, not spanks. Abbie understood, and now never knowing how long Tim has deemed for each part of the spanking, it added excitement to each ‘session.’
The hand spanking seems finally to come to an end. But Abbie knows there is still the hairbrush to go. Tim stops for a time, as Abbie hands him the hairbrush. He is please she chose his mother’s brush that he had put in here.
Before the second act begins, Tim rubs Abbie’s cheeks and thighs and then slips his hand up under her. As expected, Tim feels how hard she is and feels a bit of her juice begin to drip out of her.
Abbie’s hands so far have been over her head, holding the hairbrush. She now lowers them to be under her, between Tim and her. Abbie gropes around and feels the hardness of Tim pressing against his pants and towel. Abbie smiles inside, knowing Tim is enjoying this as much as she is.
Then the brush comes down to smack her left cheek for the first time. Abbie jumps at its impact and braces herself for what is to come. Over and over, Tim spanks each of her cheeks, thighs, and that tender sit spot between them. She is crying now and sobbing. She is sorry, "Sir, please, sir, I understand," but Tim keeps spanking her this way.
And it comes over Abbie again. Feeling Tim’s throbbing through the layers of fabric himself so close to cumming. The shivering rushes hurl through her. Abbie feels her ‘clit’ and her ‘labia’ so ready and wanting a release. Four more spanks and Abbie can’t hold it in anymore. Her juices spill out of her wetting the towel a good bit.
Tim controls himself for the moment as he does not want to cum in his pants. Instead, knowing Abbie has given in, he spanks her for a couple more minutes and then rubs her cheeks as her crying subsides.
Tim shifts Abbie, so she is sitting on his lap as his fingers brush her hair from her face and kiss her forehead. After about five minutes, Tim tells her to stand and return to the corner, keeping her dress raised and panties at her ankles.
Abbie shuffles to the corner and resumes her position. Her tears are some comfort to her. She knows, no matter how much she wants to ponder, she must never speculate about Les and Phoebe again. And for that matter, any other couples or people with whom they interact.
Abbie is feeling some self-pity as the bantering and gossiping about other people is something she craves. At work, there is always hypothesizing about the different staff and . But Abbie understands that Tim will not tolerate that at all, so Abbie will have to learn to pull back.
It is, in a way, a sad ending to this perfect weekend. But Abbie knows even in punishment, she can find release.
Meanwhile, Tim leaving Abbie in the corner. He hurries to the bathroom and pulls down his pants, standing in front of the toilet. It only takes a few jerks of his shaft for all the buildup semen in him to comes shooting out.
Tim signs in satisfaction but then deliberates about still having to jerk himself to climax. He had imagined with Abbie living with him, she would take care of all those needs. But still, based on what current situation and how much has buildup, it is worth the final discharge.
In time Tim and Abbie, when just pleasuring each other, the need to empty their own balls requires some private wanking. Like Abbie had done the other day with the prostate massage. And now Tim after Abigail’s spanking.
Tim cleans up and returns to what will now be Abbie’s Discipline Room or even better just Abigail’s Room. Abbie has been in the corner for twenty minutes now. Tim stands behind her and lifts her panties to cover her again. He even takes the time to settle her clit comfortably in the panties, then lowers her dress. “Abbie, your list of rules is on the desk. You will add a new rule, which I hope you will remember,” Tim tells her.
She goes to the small desk and gingerly sits on the chair. The four copies are in front of her. Tim dictates the new rule, which Abbie writes on the first page. “Rule Fifteen: Abigail will not gossip about things that do not concern her.” Abbie knows this rule will get her into trouble a lot if she doesn’t learn to refrain herself. She copies the rule to the other three pages and takes them to her dressing mirror, the kitchen refrigerator, and back in both their briefcases in the study.
Finished, she returns to where Tim is sitting on the bed in the small room that used to be his. “Abbie, go get yourself cleaned up, and we can go out for a while,” Tim tells her as he kisses her and then the back of her neck. Abbie hugs Tim’s neck. Her head on his shoulder. Abbie thanks Tim for being concerned enough about her to punish her when she steps over the line.
Tim just hugs her and then turns her toward their bathroom to repair the damages from the last hour or so. He goes downstairs to the kitchen and takes things out to defrost for dinner. Abbie soon joins him, not even glancing out the window. Tim sighs happily that Abbie has taken her lesson to heart. Especially since she is so interested in the outcome between Phoebe and Les.
But what he saw can wait until later. He takes Abbie’s hand, and they leave the house for a stroll through the neighborhood and the park nearby. They talk about many things as they go along. Abbie asks Tim how he felt about the prostate massages she has given him. Tim replies very satisfactory, and suggest Abbie show him how to do the same to her.
Abbie is delighted that Tim thinks both ways for their enjoyment. She talks some about having an enema before engaging in the massage. Then on to cleanliness issues for the various play in which they engage. Abbie talks kindly, with intelligence, outlining what they need to do as they play. Tim comprehends it all and agrees to the standards suggested.
The conversation shifts a bit, and Abbie brings up different sex toys to add to their play. The one she focuses on is butt plugs. She explains to Tim the different sizes and training to help someone take more and more without being squeamish. Tim is rather interested in this. Abbie suggests before long, they might need to take a trip to an adult toy store. Tim laughs about how Abbie refers to the store but agrees that such an outing should be had.
Over an hour later, when they come to a bench in the park to rest, Tim tells Abbie about seeing Les return from the night away. About noon before he came up to discipline her. Abbie is overjoyed with what Tim reveals about how she walked and her demeanor. Abbie starts to clap her hands in excitement, but her still sore ass reminds her, and she calms herself and just tells Tim that is interesting.
They arrive back home around five. Tim goes about fixing their dinner as Abbie watches from the kitchen table. She is enthralled watching Tim cook, but she can never imagine herself being able to make anything without a huge mess and disappointment.
Tim talks to her the whole time and tells her what he is doing. Abbie just smiles and watches along.
Dinner is ready around six-thirty. While they eat, Tim tells Abbie about the idea he had for his old room. “Abbie, the bed, dresser, and desk are fine as they are, but the ceiling and walls should be painted. You can choose what color, but in one corner will be stenciled, ‘Abigail’s Corner’ and over the inside of the doorway will have ‘Abigail’s Room,’ it will be where punishment takes place so not to blemish other parts of the house.
“When you have misbehaved, you are to go to the room and Abigail’s Corner and stand reflecting on why you are being disciplined. The spankings will take place on the bed. Then you will return to the corner after some aftercare for as long as told. If you need to write lines to reinforce why you were punished, you will do it at the desk.”
While Abbie is not thrilled with having a distinct place for when she is bad, she is happy Tim has thought of this solution so other parts of the house do not become associated with her being spanked. She tells Tim she believes it is a good plan, and perhaps the room should be painted smoky rose. Tim laughs some at the thought. Abbie wants the room close to the color her ass cheeks become when spanked. He tells her he will schedule the painters next week, and it should be ready in days.
About seven-thirty, they finish eating and talking. The two begin washing up. As the last plates are being put away, they see the light outside Les’s garage go on and her getting in her car. Her outfit is very becoming. It seems something special compared to what she usually wears. Abbie would love to follow her to see if she is returning to the Peacock and Phoebe but controls herself and does not say a word.
Tim, watching Abbie and seeing what she had, signs with joy that Abbie is so far taking her lesson to heart. But there still is one thing that Abigail needs to do to accept ‘her room’ and the rules. He takes the copy of the rules from the refrigerator.
Tim tells Abbie, “It is early still. First, go to the study and get a stack of the cream stationary and some pens. Take them to put in a drawer of Abigail’s desk. Then carefully copy out the rules for a sixth time. That copy will be for Abigail’s room. It will be framed and hung on the wall near your corner to think about when punishment is required.”
Abbie understands and goes up to the room. It takes her about an hour to copy them rules neatly. The whole time Tim is in and out of the room, clearing things from shelves, drawers, and closets so the room will be ready to be painted and become Abigail’s Room. Abbie completes the new copy around eight-thirty. Tim has a frame in his hand. He looks over the list of rules to make sure they are correct, then slides the paper into the frame.
Opening one of the desk’s side drawers, he places the frame there, telling Abbie, “They will stay here until the painters are done, so they do not get damaged. The same for the hairbrushes going into a dresser drawer.
“Tomorrow, I will call the contractor about painting these last rooms. Hopefully, they can do so this week. All that is needed now is for you to choose a color for the other room. Something you feel will go with your bed and makeup table.”
Abbie smiles at Tim and tells him a soft, sort of creamy, lavender. It would go good with her comforter and sheets, not to mention knickknacks she has yet to unpack but would work in there.
She surprises Tim some by her next comment, “Tim, I would like to pay for the renovations to these last two rooms. It would be within my budget, I think. They are in the end, are for me, so it seems proper that I pay for them.”
Tim hugs her and tells Abbie, that sounds like a nice idea. They head downstairs arm in arm and go to the sitting room to watch a little tv while enjoying a nightcap.
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Tim and Abbie 28: Sunday morning
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Posted:Oct 5, 2020 1:16 pm
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2024 1:38 am
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Sunday morning shines brightly again. In Phoebe’s big bed, she and Les wake together, smiling stupidly at each other. How two people act when first with someone new. There is just this inner happiness that can’t be contained. A real tell that something extraordinary happened.
This morning, there is the time in the world and a perfect time explore each other more and see where things lead.
Phoebe has Les her back as she is straddling her hips. Their cunts are rubbing against each other, and Les feels Phoebe already dripping her. As the fluids leave Phoebe’s vag, they run down her slit, over her ass crack, and fall Les’s mons and awaiting slit. It has been so long since Les has felt that lovely sensation that she is moaning in ecstasy as they start.
Les, still self-conscious about her body, has her hands crossed over her boobs. Phoebe takes each wrist and lifts Les’ arms over her head. Phoebe holds them there as she tells Les hold the bars of the brass bed frame. “Don’t you let go of the bars until I tell you too,” Phoebe warns Les. More shudders run through Les being controlled like this. No one has ever taken charge of her before. It is a unique and exciting feeling. She just nods her head to Phoebe to let her know she understands.
Then Les’s mind whirls some. What would Phoebe do if she removed her hands without permission? Would she discipline Les? In what way? But that flies from her head as she feels Phoebe kneading and squeezing her tits as her mouth drops to suck on Les’s nipples.
Les is not that well-endowed. Not quite as small as Abbie, but as she always has been active, her body still has some of the firmness she acquired over the years. Her breasts, about a 34B, are nothing compared to the two firm, perky, full breasts of Phoebe, which are before her eyes. Les would so like to take them to with and suck, but she dares not move her hands. Those lovely 40D cups dangling in reach are an incredible vision.
As Phoebe works her way back and forth over Les’s boobs, and then kissing, licking, and sucking on Les’s neck and shoulders, Les is moaning more and more. Phoebe is still gently grinding her pussy against Les’s as she plays and pleasures this extraordinary woman.
Les hands do start loosen the bars as she so wants touch Phoebe in return, but Phoebe reaches a hand and secures Les’s hands the bar, telling her just relax and enjoy. This is Phoebe’s time delight Les. She will get her turn respond. Les closes her eyes enjoy Phoebe working her way downward fully. Phoebe goes over Les’s stomach, and then Les feels her legs being spread. Phoebe’s warm breath and kisses are now over Les’s inner thighs, moving upward the prize attraction.
Then it happens. Les feels her labia being sucked and making them swell. Phoebe spreads Les’s lower lips apart, and Les squirms at the first lick of her slit. Les cries out in excitement. But that is just the beginning. Phoebe takes her time running and down Les’s slit. Fingers pressing into her vag searching for her g-spot, and when found, results in another gasp from Les.
Phoebe’s tongue is at work, sucking and teasing Les’s clit over and over. The combination of attention to her vag and clit. Les is surprised at how much fluid is running from her. From lack of sexual interactions, and only now and then satisfying herself when she feels lush building in her too much, Les somewhat thought that her days of secretion are over. But Phoebe finds the key to open that vault again, and the tidal wave coming out now is impressive.
Phoebe is lapping it like she can’t get enough of Les. And Les is starting cum. The first crash over her as her back arches and Les feels her vag throbbing against Phoebe’s fingers. Phoebe does slow for a minute so Les can feel the full ride but then is back pressing her g-spot and dancing her fingers around Les’s vag as she licks and plays with her clit.
A second crashing orgasm comes over Les, and this time Phoebe does not let at so that a third follows close behind the second. Les is shaking with excitement and exhaustion after the duel performance. Phoebe shifts smile down at Les with the sweetest, kindest look. Les lets her hands release the bars and throws them around Phoebe’s neck pull her close kiss her long and deeply.
The women kiss and roll their sides. Les begins return the favor Phoebe as she lowers her head suck her nipples. Phoebe pulls Les away a bit and tells her, “Les, this morning is just for you. I want nothing in return. Except you saying you will see again, and again, and again. I like everything about you, wrinkled or not, and I would like see where this leads us."
“Later today, or tomorrow depending things, it will be your turn explore and pleasure . Right now, I think we should get a shower and dress for the day ahead,” Phoebe continues.
Les, surprised, but actually delighted that after experiencing such an explosion, she was not expected do so for someone else right away. Instead just enjoy the pleasure it gave her. She agrees, and Phoebe leads her the bathroom. Again, Les is dazed as Phoebe, once the shower water warms, takes her hand, and leads her into the large shower.
Les had thought they would be each showering alone, but now, more than just sitting watching Phoebe’s lovely body be soaped and washed, she is doing it. The shower does give Les an introduction to feeling and enjoying Phoebe’s body.
She is running soap down Phoebe’s back and over her ass cheeks. Les squeezes Phoebe’s cheeks, finding them soft but still firm, a lovely combination. Her thighs are smooth and soft, making Les long for the moment she can kiss and nibble at them. Down over her calves, then back do her arms and neck.
Turning her, Les begins another downward path over her boobs, which she takes her time washing, Phoebe’s stomach, and then to her shortly clipped mons. As Les enters Phoebe’s lower sanction, Phoebe has been doing much the same to Les.
Both with soapy clothes in their hands, they begin to rub and clean each other’s pussy. , the clothes rubbing back and forth over their clits and into their vags. They both start to breathe deeper. Each takes their other hand and wraps around their waists to pull together closer and steady themselves.
Faces close together, they scrub each other faster and faster, making sure the cloth is hitting the tender spots. They kiss, deeply and fully as they both feel themselves climbing to that mountain cliff. Their vags are throbbing and the heat coming off each from their pussies is fantastic.
Together they move closer and closer to the edge. Pulling back from each other to gazes into each other’s eyes, they both give in to the temptation and shake as the climactic surge overtakes them both.
They cling to each other, laughing and so happy together. They again quickly clean that area of their bodies, wash each other’s hair and step out of the shower. Wrapped in fluffy towels, they move to Phoebe’s dressing table. It takes no time to dry Les’ short haircut, which seems to just fall in place.
Then Les takes the hairdryer from Phoebe and starts to dry and style Phoebe’s long hair. It falls over her shoulders, thick and dark brown. Feeling its softness as Les dries it, she remembers back doing this for Cyn. Her hair was longer also, and Les always enjoyed running her fingers through it as she dried it on the occasions they were able to bath together.
Les shakes that image from her mind and enjoys this new opportunity life seems to be giving her. Phoebe is smiling at her in the mirror as she dries and curls each strand. When finished, Phoebe’s hair is softly falling over her shoulders.
Often, Phoebe will wear her hair in a bun as she did not want stray hairs floating around in the bar. But the times she can wear her hair down like this are always enjoyed. Phoebe puts some makeup , still just smiling at Les, whose tan, lovely face does not use any makeup more than perhaps a swipe of lipstick now and then. Her beauty is apparent without any augmentations.
Neither woman want dress cover the view of the masterpiece each sees in front of them. Unfortunately, noticing the time, they realize they have . Les putting her clothes from yesterday, and Phoebe capris and a peasant-style linen top gives a wonderful view of her breasts.
Complete and ready to face the world, Phoebe goes back to what she told Les before their shower. Les had never responded, and Phoebe, now somewhat scared and shy, ask, “Les, you didn’t say if you would like this to continue between us. I hope you do. I find myself so drawn to you and already like you so much.”
Les notices Phoebe’s hesitancy and pulls Phoebe to her, hugging her close, “Phoebe, I would like nothing better than to get to know you more. How did you say it? I hope you will see me again, and again, and again. I like everything about you.”
Phoebe, with tears in her eyes, looks at Les and kisses her thanking her and telling Les how glad she is to have met her. “Well,” Les replies, “For some reason, I think someone had a hand in us meeting.”
Phoebe looks a Les and laughs, “Yes, I do believe I can see the work of Abbie in this. I wonder how she will react when she learns about our sleepover.” Both laugh heartily as they head the elevator.
At the back door, Phoebe tells Les that she needs to work the afternoon until about o’clock. The bartender today can, and usually does, close Sundays. She shyly asks if Les would like come back around eight-thirty, and they can do something after.
Les hugs and kisses Phoebe’s head, saying it sounds like a lovely plan. Then not wanting separate but knowing for the next few hours they need , Les heads her car. Phoebe calls after her, telling Les park in the same place when she comes tonight. Les waves to her as she gets in her car, and Phoebe turns her attention to the pub. But suddenly stops and runs to Les in her car.
“Les, what is your phone number? With everything, I never thought about getting it,” Phoebe spurts out. Les smiles warmly at her, and the two exchange numbers. By the time Phoebe walks into the pub, her phone is chiming. There is a from Les thanking her for a lovely evening and morning. Phoebe smiles contently and even hums some tune as she checks out the stock for the day ahead.
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Tim and Abbie 27: Abbie’s match making works
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Posted:Oct 2, 2020 11:39 am
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2024 1:38 am
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Not wanting separate after that second kiss, Phoebe notices the time and has pull herself away. “Les, would you like another drink while I close up the bar? will take a few minutes,” Phoebe asks her.
Les hesitates and replies she is not sure she would be safe drive if she has more. Phoebe shyly tells her, “You could stay here tonight up in my apartment. I would like that.” With such an invitation, Les agrees. Both women feel themselves dripping in anticipation of what is ahead.
Les is surprised what a large crowd the Peacock has on a Saturday evening. Such a contrast to the afternoon when she, Tim, and Abbie visited earlier today. But again, it is Saturday night, so it should be expected.
Sipping on her drink, Les watches as Phoebe closes up, checks the till, and sees her employees out. She put two drinks down in front of Les, comes around the bar and leans to Les in her chair and wrapping her arms around her neck. Phoebe kisses Les deeply for the first time.
Pulling apart to catch their breaths, Phoebe tells Les, “Since the moment you walked in here this afternoon I have wanted to do that. Then all of Abbie’s silliness, you do know she is trying to hook us up? It seems like it would be forever until I could.”
Les laughs with her and admits she feels the way since being introduced Phoebe. As they finish their drinks, their hands running up and down each other’s thighs now, Phoebe confesses something.
“I know I have just met you, Les, and as I said, I was attracted you from the start, but I do somewhat have a bad reputation of picking up older women just with them once and then toss them away. I feel bad about it, but none ever seemed worth that much trouble to start a real relationship. I need you to know it is something different I am feeling for you,” Phoebe says.
Continuing, “If you do not want to take a chance from me telling you this, I will understand, I will be disappointed, but will accept your decision. You can sleep in my bed tonight, and I will sleep on the couch. But I hope you will take a chance on me. I can think of nothing nicer than having you with me in my bed tonight.”
Les takes in all Phoebe is saying and replies, “Phoebe, you need to take a chance on me too. You will be the first since Cyn eight years ago – well, now probably more like nine. Before her, I had scattered, meaningless partnerings. Much like what you describe to a degree. I want to see what can develop between us, but I am not sure I will run scared in the morning. If I do, please come after me if you do want something, because I think you are worth it.”
They lean and kiss again, sealing the covenant between them. Phoebe takes Les’s hand and leads her to an elevator in the back, which takes them to her apartment. It is a loft for the most part. It is enormous, actually filling all the space of the pub downstairs—an open kitchen and living room, then a bath and large bedroom. Ending , Phoebe turns Les her and begins undo the buttons of her shirt.
“Les, I can tell you have probably been the dom in all your relationships. I seem to do so myself. Tonight let me be the leader if you will follow. We can explore that dynamic later,” Phoebe tells her.
Surprising herself how quickly that feels right, Les nods, agreeing to let Phoebe take the wheel. Phoebe finishes unbuttoning Les’s shirt and allowing drop the floor. Her bra is the next follow. Then as Phoebe learns suck on Les’s nipples, she unbuckles Les’s pants, and they add the floor pile quickly followed by her panties.
Les is now completely naked standing in front of Phoebe as she soaks all in. Les reaches for the back of Phoebe and unzips her dress for fall in a new pile. Her bra and panties are soon added, and they now stand facing each other naked. Phoebe loves the shape and size of Les’s breasts and nipples and wants more of them, but first, she pulls Les on the bed on top of her, and the two spend several minutes kissing and grinding against each other.
Both their knees are covered in the sticky juices of the other. Phoebe rolls Les over so she can straddle her, her cunt dripping down on Les’s mons and slit. Both sigh deeply as they come together to kiss more.
What is it about those first moments of being together with someone new? The period which does so demand constant kissing and exploring of each other? Enjoying each other’s mouth caverns exploring every facet of each. It is like they can never get enough of just that. Oh, the other desires are right , but first, enjoy this beginning with each other.
Les is glad this is as far as they are going right now. Phoebe turns out the lights and pulls Les her, in the dark.
Les, conscious of her body, older now, and covered with wrinkles and loose skin, is glad the lights are now off. She is surprised at her feelings making her shy and unsure with Phoebe. Les has always taken the lead role in dalliances, but this seems so different. Taking the under position with Phoebe running the show seems so right tonight. Les hopes this is not just a one-night fling as she is drawn to Phoebe the more they talk and .
is like was with Cyn the first time. Both in awe of each other and what was happening between them. But this is almost thirty years later, and Les’s body has changed. She is now approaching seventy, and Phoebe what? Mid-forties? Phoebe’s body is magnificent, and Les is less than thrilled with hers these days.
Les confesses her worries Phoebe. Phoebe hugs Les and turns the lights back on. She then pulls from Les just enough her in the eyes. “Les, every part of your body excites me. I do not see wrinkles or loose skin, just this lovely woman , by some miracle, is interested me. I will cherish each wrinkle you think you have and enjoy the beauty adds you.”
Saying so, Phoebe begins running her lips and tongue all over Les’s body, stopping at each wrinkle or imperfection. Phoebe caresses and kisses Les’s entire body. She tells Les over and over how beautiful she is. By the time Phoebe finishes, Les feels so alive and excited, but they do need to sleep now. It is so late.
Les shyly thanks Phoebe, and the light is turned off. Tonight, Phoebe holds Les in her arms as they fall asleep.
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After Les and Phoebe leave, Abbie is in a giddy mood. She helps Tim clean up, and he is impressed by how well she does that part of kitchen work. Maybe is hope for her yet in the cooking sphere. He notices how silly and happy Abbie seems and asks her about .
“Oh, Tim, ’s perfect. Just what I hope,” Abbie says. Tim looks at her questionably, and she continues, “Les and Phoebe, I knew they would be perfect together and look at what is happening already.”
Tim laughs at his love and tells her to rein in. All Les did is offer Phoebe a ride back the pub. Abbie raises her eyebrows him, and when Les has not returned an hour later when finishing up in the kitchen, Tim did begin wonder also.
He and Abbie, most things now completed for the weekend, plan for a quiet Sunday together tomorrow to rest before returning to work on Monday. They go to the sitting room, their legs propped on the new ottoman, and watch a movie. They take turns going to the kitchen to get fresh drinks or something to nibble on. Both out the window facing Les’s house see that are no signs she is home yet.
Tim tries press the idea Abbie raised out of his mind. He would so like Les find someone, but so quickly? He does like Phoebe, and she does seem interested in Les, and Les her, so perhaps somethings can happen that fast. In reality, that is what happened with Abbie and him.
Every time one of them makes this trek the kitchen, the other looks at them on their return get the shake of the head say, no, not back yet. After midnight, they head bed. Abbie comments that the pub would be closed by now and takes one final peek out of their bedroom window.
“Tim, I think something is happening between them. If not, even if Les went in for a drink after dropping Phoebe off, she should be home by now,” Abbie says.
Tim smiles at his little cupid and tells her that whether something happened or not, they will wait until Les or Phoebe tell them. He swats Abbie ass as he pulls her him, “And we will not ask about until they do. I didn’t know you had such matchmaker inclinations.”
Abbie gives Tim a little pout, looking so cute, and then kisses him over and over all around his face promising she will be good. Tim pulls Abbie him and whispers in her ear, “ would be nice if were happen, but we must, YOU must, let them decided where things are going. You did your part introducing them, now step away.” Abbie promises, and soon both are asleep.
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Tim and Abbie 26: Taking Les out
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Posted:Sep 30, 2020 2:31 pm
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2024 1:38 am
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Saturday morning is sunny and pleasant when Abbie and Tim awake and start their day. In the high seventies, it is cool enough not to be overheated as they walk through the outside market.
After a quick breakfast where Tim tells Abbie he wants to learn to do the prostate massage properly for her enjoyment, they find themselves aroused again. They will have to put some reins on things, but for now, in the early days, it is fun giving into longings and desires.
Back upstairs, their clothes discarded, they fall together on the bed jerking each other as they kiss and kiss. Tim is jerking Abbie in the way she showed him early on to treat it like her clit. Abbie has a firm grasp on Tim’s shaft and is working it hard. They are getting rather good at calisthenics. They can shift their bodies as they play to be in a position to take each other into their mouths.
Sucking just on the glans to start, circling the head, running their tongues back and forth over their slits. It is like a well-choreographed dance each in perfect sync with the other. Their mouths move down the shafts to take more in. It is not difficult for Tim to get all of Abbie’s clit in his mouth. He can even take one or the other of her labia in to suck on too.
For Abbie, Tim’s cock is larger and thicker. To take it all in the head is butting against her throat. She loves this feeling knowing how well he fits in elsewhere for her also. But this morning, there is only time for oral.
This is more than enough fun for both of them to start the day.
Sucking and licking each other in time, they both get to that lovely summit they are striving for. Together Abbie and Tim let out a low wail as they both shoot out into each other’s mouths. Yes, the day ahead does look even sunnier and brighter.
They clean up each other quickly, then after a few lingering kisses, redress and are downstairs ready to go. Tim starts the car while Abbie runs to ring Les’s doorbell. She is also prepared, and from the look of first Abbie and then Tim, Les smiles at what the morning has brought so far.
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Les’s mind wanders back to Cyn and her when they had the luxury of waking together and having a bit of a snuggle before the day began. She misses Cyn so much still, but Les is starting to realizes that mourning over the dead is not how to keep living.
Telling all to Tim and Abbie last night did bring back so many memories of Cyn, but the one part she did not tell them was the time they shared shortly before Cyn died. Cyn made Les promise to go on living to the fullest, find someone new who she could enjoy things with before it was too late. Les had pledged to her but had not felt ready to do so yet. And Les remembering it realizes that eight years is long enough to wallow. It is time to open her eyes to the world again.
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Tim tells Les he thought they would take her car, rather than the bus, if okay with her. In case they find larger things they want to buy, it would be easier to get them back home. Les agrees, and actually is not that fond of depending on buses when she has her car.
They are soon at the outdoor market fair and walking around. Tim realizes this must have been where his father had seen him. He looks questioning at Les, and she smiles and nods, confirming what he thought.
It is funny, Tim again finds himself between two women he loves. This time he is holding each of their hands, rather than theirs around his shoulders. How things have changed, but in some ways, stay the same. They spend several hours looking at all the offerings. Tim buys some more spices, saying he is going to try something special for dinner.
Abbie and Les find some lovely straw summer hats for the season ahead. Both fit their different personalities perfectly. One vendor has wonderful bright and different ties for sale. Abbie spends her time over them and ends up buying six of them for Tim telling him they will go perfect with his new suits.
Tim feeling the ties he already had were enough does not stop her but does reminder she is supposed to now be on a budget. Abbie sticks her tongue out at him in humor and tells him it doesn’t count if she is buying things for her lover.
Hearing Abbie call him her lover stirs Tim. It is the first time she has said anything that way, and it does send a flush through his body. Abbie giggles and tells him he is well worth what she is spending on him.
They have kept their purchases small up until they come to a booth of beautiful ottomans. All sizes, shapes, colors, and textures are on display. Abbie wiggles with delight, seeing them. She thinks about the comfy couch and chair in the sitting room. An ottoman to put their feet on as they watch tv or for one of them to sit on to lean over to pleasure the other would so add to the décor.
Abbie finds one she feels is perfect in color and size. She tells Tim she wants it to complete the sitting room and something for her contribution to the room. Tim shaking his head and laughing, agrees it looks perfect. So now Tim is toting it back to the car. It is a good thing it fits in the back of the vehicle.
Once the ottoman is tucked away, Tim asks Abbie and Les if they would like to go back to the market to find some lunch or go to the nearby Wilde Peacock for a bite to eat and drinks.
Both women vote for the Peacock. Abbie because she likes it there so much, and Les, curious about the place from what she has heard. They get and the car and drive over to it to have the car close when ready to leave.
It is already late afternoon, and none of the three are that hungry thinking about the special dinner Tim is planning on making. But a drink would be good to wet their whistles. Abbie is thrilled to see that Phoebe is behind the bar, and as they take seats there, she introduces Les and Phoebe. Both are amicable with each other.
The bar is somewhat empty at the moment. Probably all out at the street market or other places to enjoy the lovely day. With just a couple down at the other end of the bar, Phoebe has time to chat with them as they enjoy their drinks.
Abbie is the one talking a mile a minute, telling Phoebe all about Tim’s house and their new relationship. She tells Phoebe she must come over soon to see it. Abbie goes on and on, telling her about Les some as she sits there smiling at Abbie’s account of her.
But it is not just Les who has her whole story to a degree told. Abbie does the same about Phoebe, telling Les all about her. It is like the two women are not there to speak for themselves. But it does lead to understanding smiles between them.
Tim finally gets Abbie to wind down, and when she does stop to breathe for a moment, Abbie begins to laugh at herself, saying she cannot believe how much she has just shared.
Both women tell her it is alright and did save awkward moments between them, trying to tell their backstories to each other. They all laugh over this, and an incredible feeling of friendship runs over them. Phoebe and Les do chat between themselves some, as Tim keeps Abbie occupied by stroking her thigh and whispering to her the fun he can imagine with the ottoman.
Phoebe asks Les if this was the first time she had been in the Peacock? Les tells her that she had heard about the place for a couple of years now and had wondered what it was like, but this was her first visit.
“I thought so if I had seen you here before, I am sure I would have remembered,” Phoebe tells Les with a wink. Both women just stare into each other’s eyes for a moment before blinking.
“I am sure I would have remembered you also,” Les replies, they both blushing some.
Tim suggests one more round. Then they do need to head home for him to make dinner. Abbie asks Phoebe if she has to work this evening, or does she have someone to cover the bar? Phoebe replies that the bar is covered for the evening.
Abbie then invites her to join them for dinner too. It would be the four of them, and Phoebe could see the house. All agree it would be a great idea. Phoebe goes to talk with the other bartender and is soon back without her apron, ready to go. She had been working all afternoon, but Phoebe has a way of always looking exactly right.
The four go to the car, and Les drives with Phoebe in the front seat, Abbie and Tim in the back make the short trip home. There once more, the car is unpacked, not anywhere as full as the last couple of days, and Tim carries the ottoman into the sitting room. Then he heads to the kitchen to start fixing dinner.
Abbie is in her hostess mode again, this time showing the house off to Phoebe. Les follows along, enjoying the pleasure Abbie has in giving such tours of ‘their’ home. Phoebe is impressed and tells Abbie over and over how lucky she is to have met Tim. Abbie, somewhat shy at such statements, quietly agrees that she is luckier than she ever could have imagined having found such a perfect man.
Les smiles at Abbie’s comments, making her happy that Abbie feels this way about Tim. Regardless of all which was revealed last night, Les still has a maternal instinct about Tim and does not want him to be hurt. But the better she gets to know Abbie, Les is becoming sure that Abbie would never do that to Tim. Well, at least not intentionally.
Les and Phoebe both are spending time glancing at each other, measuring each other up to see if the attraction both are feeling could be mutual. Abbie is jumping up and down inside as she comprehends that both women seem interested in each other. She takes them back to the living room and tells them to relax, and she will bring them drinks while Tim is finishing their dinner.
After giving each a drink, she disappears, saying Tim needs her help. Both women laugh as she leaves, knowing how much help Abbie could ever be in the kitchen. They fall to talking together just about everyday things. Enjoying each other’s company and sizing each other up.
It isn’t very long when Abbie announces that dinner is ready. Both are a bit shocked that an hour has passed while they were chatting. Dinner is a delicious stuffing-filled steak, which does include all different flavors and spices which mixed well together. Some seasoned rice and gravy, and a fresh medley of vegetables.
The dinner conversation adds to the enjoyment of the meal. Tim and Les telling about the work which had been done on the house. Tim gets out his tablet to show the before and after pictures, the contractor had shared with him. Abbie was probably the one most impressed with the change that had occurred.
After dinner, Phoebe thanked them for having her over, but she needed to get back to the Peacock to oversee the closing of the Pub. Les quickly suggested that she give Phoebe a ride back, so she did not have to call a cab. Phoebe's acceptance of the offer is just as swift.
In the car, it is a short drive back to the Peacock. The women did not talk much on the ride, but when they arrived, Phoebe asks Les if she would like to come in for a nightcap. Les replies that it would be nice. Phoebe showed where Les could park behind the Pub near the back entrance to the bar and her apartment.
Together they walk into the Peacock from the back. Phoebe explains that for now, she is living in the apartment over the bar. Les comments that it might be a bit noisy if the Pub is still running being up there. Phoebe assures her that she had put in insulation, so to muffle a lot of the noise.
They chat happily for the next hour as they sit at the bar, Phoebe keeping an eye on her employees and customers. Les tells Phoebe about Cyn, explaining that the old feeling had come back to her from yesterday’s confrontation with Tim. Phoebe sympathizes, commenting that it must have been difficult for Tim to learn this out of the blue.
Les agrees but then shifts to telling Phoebe about the box of letters. Les had stayed up reading them well into the night. There are still many to sort out, and she wants to match each up to the letters she had kept from Cyn. Les would like to get them all organized to give to Tim. Give him a chance to understand about her and Cyn’s relationship thoroughly.
Phoebe laughs some and tells Les, “I would be careful about what is said in those letters. You won’t want to give something to Tim that is very racy.” This makes Les smile and laugh some too, but tears are forming in Les’s eyes.
Phoebe puts her hand on Les’s and tells her she understands the emotions going through her. Having all these emotions churned up again after grieving in private for eight years. Les’s eyes are blurred some from her tears. She confides in Phoebe that it is like she is saying goodbye to Cyn finally, and now ready to open up again.
Still holding Les’s hand, Phoebe looks deep in her eyes and tells Les, “I am glad I was here when you decided to look around again.” Les blushes, and even more so when Phoebe leans to her and brushes her lips across hers. Not wanting to be too forward, but to let Les know she was extremely interested in getting to know her better.
Les lifts her other hand and caresses Phoebe’s cheek as she thanks her, then leans in to kiss her again. No open mouths, no tongues yet. Just sweet lips are touching each other, allowing the excitement to begin to rise.
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Tim and Abbie 25: Abbie explains what Tim experienced that afternoon
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Posted:Sep 29, 2020 10:10 am
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2024 1:38 am
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Tim and Abbie head bed. As they undress and climb in together, Tim broaches a topic that has been his mind since this afternoon. With everything else that had happened, it had been pushed aside, but now he wanted understand.
“Abbie, when you soothed this afternoon, besides talking calmly, you did something which I don’t quite understand,” Tim starts.
Abbie smiles and pulls Tim her, his head her breasts as she strokes his head as she talks. “You mean with the latex gloves and lube?” she asks. Tim nods his head which Abbie can feel against her tit.
“That was a prostate massage, honey. It is something different, a way of cumming for men so unlike usual intercourse. You feel pleasure waves throughout your whole body. from pressing properly against your ‘p-spot.’ Just like women have the g-spot in their vaginas, men get great pleasure in such a different way when their ‘p-spots’ are stimulated. It is caused by erotic stimulation your prostate. It is not really arousing your cock or balls. Applying pressure your prostate gives such a different orgasm.
“If done properly and regularly, a man can begin feel that wave of pleasure washing over him just thinking about it. When you cum from a prostate massage, it is so different. If any semen escapes, it usually is very clear and not like the usual burst when cumming from penis stimulations.
“Done right, activating the p-spot will send electrifying charges through your whole body. Areas of your body will become more sensitive touches sending crashing waves through you. Your prick will fluctuate between being at ease, to full attention, back to at ease, throughout the experience. And it doesn’t matter as that is not the focus of the climax you feel.
“Yes, precum drips from you, but it is just a buildup to the main event when you feel spasms throughout your body, your anal canal heating up, and every part of your body just prickles with pleasure,” Abbie explains to Tim.
Tim tells Abbie he had felt that this afternoon, and it did make him, in the end, calmer and more relaxed after being so on edge. Abbie just smiles at him as he looks her as he is taking. She strokes his face and assures him that is a benefit of it also.
“Did you enjoy the feeling, Tim?” Abbie asks him. Tim assures her he truly did. Then with a sly smile her face, Abbie asks if he wanted feel that again now? Now that he understands more about what is going ?
Tim turns shy, but tells Abbie, “Yes, it would be nice feel it again when he could truly focus what is happening.”
Abbie pulls the covers back, leaves Tim for a moment get supplies, and returns. She has him lift up put a towel under him just in case, then puts latex gloves . “Tim, do you want be your back like this afternoon or on your knees? It works both ways,” Abbie asks.
Tim tells her on his back again for now. Abbie helps him lift his legs and holds them apart as she spreads his ass cheeks and squirts lubricant around his back entrance. She then puts a good dollop on her fingers.
Starting first with just her index finger, she presses into Tim to spread the lube around. Applying pressure against the sides of his canal to find the spot. Pulling her finger out, now the index and the middle finger are in Tim. They move around, adjusting themselves begin tap-dancing his p-spot.
Yes, the first press against it proves Abbie has found the spot. Tim lets out a low moan feeling it again. And then the pushes and release begin. Slowly at first. Then working a faster timing.
Tim feels his body reacting from every point. It is like there is a wire from his toes, fingers, and head, which is running directly to his prost and the charges going off over these lines are getting stronger and stronger.
Tim shivers with delight while his chest and face flush more and more. Abbie can feel his canal getting warmer with each press. Tim has no idea where put his hands, so he just uses them cling the back of his thighs hold them apart.
His cock is acting strangely too. He feels like his balls are filling, but his shaft is still dormant. Then it suddenly perks only relax again. The wave after wave of mindboggling sensations is washing over him.
There is a whine coming from his lips, sounding like a puppy when it gets its belly rubbed. This is such a unique feeling. Tim does not want it end. And Abbie keeps at it, allowing Tim feel these energies pass through his body.
Abbie keeps this for about thirty minutes. She knows Tim has had the total body climax a couple of times now and is leading to his third. This time she does take his cock in her hand and begin to milk him to help the fluids fully drain from him. He shutters over and over from Abbie’s hands his cock and in his ass. Never could he have dreamed something could feel so good.
And Tim being the generous person that he is, realizes he needs master this skill so he can pleasure Abbie this way also. He wants talk, thank Abbie for what is happening him, but he can’t seem form the words. Just the -going whining and whimpering as he feels another wave crash over him.
When Tim has come the third time, and this time squirted some of the clear fluids from him, Abbie takes her hand from his cock, slows her fingers dancing in him, and removes them.
Tim lies there totally spent. Abbie takes her time cleaning him and putting the supplies away. Tim has already curled up in a ball, fading off to sleep. Abbie, so glad she could offer Tim such a full and new type of release, smiles at him.
Then Abbie slips into the bathroom, closes the door, and standing over the toilet. She wanks herself until she also cums.
Relieved herself, Abbie washes her face and climbs into bed behind Tim. She wraps her arms around him and pulls him to her chest to sleep. So much is happening so fast, but in such a positive way, Abbie could not wish for anything better.
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Tim and Abbie 24: Les continues her story
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Posted:Sep 28, 2020 3:47 pm
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2024 1:38 am
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Tim leaves for a while to get ice cream for dessert. Also, for some time to think about what Leslie has told them. Today, which was supposed to be celebrating Abbie and him together, has taken a strange, and to him, a somewhat bothersome turn. He needs some time to sort it all out. Abbie knew that instinctually, offering him a way to step away for a bit.
Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Abbie turns to Les. Abbie urges her to tell about how sensational sex was with Cyn the first time. Les laughs and that Abbie must have some voyeuristic tendencies. Abbie joins her, laughing, and then Les does spill all.
That afternoon was memorable. Something I would have never thought possible. After on my lap kissing, I stood and carried her with her legs around my waist into my house. Cyn never weighed very much, so it was easy to do.
I took her to my bedroom and sat her on my bed. Lifting her dress up and off her. Then her knickers and bra. She was magnificent to look at. Cyn just stared at me as I first took my shirt off, then undid my pants and took them down with my panties. I hadn’t been wearing a bra that day.
The look on Cyn’s face as she gazed and devoured all of me was awesome. I leaned into her and kissed her again. As I pressed her back on the bed and laid on top of her, our bodies were on fire. Such simple touches - our nipples for the first time rubbing against each other; our mons pressing together; sent tremors through both of us.
We were both gasping for air.
It was funny, in a way. I thought I was going to have to lead each step of the way. Instead, after kissing and our bodies pressing together, Cyn rolled us on our sides. She moved down to take my nipple into her mouth. It must have been something she had long been craving to do as she sucked and sucked on it. Cyn ran her tongue all around my areola and breasts before moving to the other.
It felt so good I let her continue for several minutes. But then pulled her to me again and kissed her over and over. As we kissed, I rolled her on her back. One final kiss and I move my hands and mouth down over her body. I spread her legs wide and lifted them over my shoulders as my head dropped to pleasure her gates to heaven so they would open.
I remember every detail of that day, as it was the first of twenty years of loving devotion between us.
I sucked her labia and made them red and swollen and easy to slide apart. And there before me was the motherload. I licked up and down her wet, dripping slit, tasting Cyn for the first time. It was fantastic. Cyn moaned as I licked more and more. I was then pressing my fingers up into her vag, searching for her g-spot. Once found, she was wiggling with delight. I concentrated my tongue efforts on her clit.
She came for the first time with a woman spectacularly. Her whole body shook as she reached that summit and dived into it. Panting, shivering, and crying some, I took her in my arms and caressed her back and head as she calmed.
Cyn could not thank me enough when she calmed. I had to stop her by kissing her again and again.
I was content that day just to give Cyn pleasure. But Cyn had other ideas. As soon as she calmed, Cyn pressed me on my back and was quickly between my thighs. For a novice, I was surprised at how well she knew what to do.
She had me dripping more and more, wanting to feel her fingers and mouth on my lower lips. Cyn was perfect. She got me started with finger fucking me, and then her tongue came into play over my clit, licking, sucking, teasing me, to new levels. When finally she allowed me to release, my body was trembling as much as hers had. It was close, if not the best, sex I ever had.
We spent the next hour lying in bed, stroking each other as we talked about what this all meant. I did not want to ruin the friendship we developed but could not see going back to just that after today.
Cyn agreed. She wanted this with me. I told her how I had always been the dom in relationships, and she snuggled up to me and told me she would be my sub-slave, whatever I wanted. She even whispered that perhaps having someone controlling her would be the best thing for her.
Reading her letter to Tim, I learned something I never knew. I had disappeared for two days after that afternoon. I never knew how much it devastated her. After talking about what we wanted that afternoon, I freaked. Could this between us actually happen? What I so wanted then, someone to love unquestionably. While we said it would not change things, it would so much.
I did go to see the woman I had broken up with six months before. She had continued to leave phone messages for me about how she wanted me back, needed me so. It took a full day, into the late night, to get it through her head that it was totally over and to stop contacting me.
Then I drove on to the shore. I needed time to sort everything out. But in the end, I was sure that for the first time, I wanted to be with someone, Cyn, for the long term. Not just a while of sexual play, but everything a genuine commitment would be. All my relationships before had only lasted a couple of years at best, but with Cyn, becoming good friends first, was so different.
I returned home that next day, and so, it began.
We would spend many afternoons in bed while Tim was at school and even an occasional night when I would slip into her bed after Tim was sound asleep. It was wonderful to spend the night together. But I was always careful that I was out the door before Tim got up.
Twenty years this continued. Well, the last six months of her life when cancer overtook Cyn, it was just holding her and comforting her.
Abbie has tears in her eyes, which she brushes away at this point. She takes Les’s hand and tells her that what she feels about Tim is the same. The first time she truly feels love for someone and wanting to make it a lifetime commitment. Les smiles through tears and says she could tell that about Abbie and Tim and hopes it does all work out.
As this final statement is uttered, the door opens, and Tim is back with ice cream. He took a while, pondering all Les had told them so far. Tim is beginning to grasp the feeling the two women had for each other. It is how he feels about Abbie. But it hurts him that they never shared it with him. Both loving him and each other, but leaving out the part about what was between them.
Abbie and Les greet him warmly, and Abbie moves to help him serve up the ice cream. She gets a bottle of Grand Marnier and glasses to enjoy with the ice cream. While Tim was gone, Les and Abbie finished off the last of the wine.
All served, Tim sits down again. He asks Les, “So from that first day, you and my mother were lovers? How did you make it work without me knowing? And why didn’t you let me know? I understand why as a , but as I grew older and could understand, why not then? Or after my mother died?”
Les heavily sighs and looks at Tim with great compassion.
Yes, it did go on from there for the next twenty years until your mother died. We were more than just lovers, we were friends, companions, and both wholly concerned about your welfare.
From that beginning, Cyn and I would be together during the afternoons when I wasn’t lecturing. Cyn would get all her work done in the morning, so we could have a good three hours while Tim was at school. But it wasn’t just romping in the hay. We cared about each other, had wonderful conversations, and enjoyed doing things with you together. Tim, you did come to think of me as part of your family, didn’t you?
Tim only nodded in reply, remembering how it was him, his mother, and Leslie so much of the time.
A few years into our relationship, probably when you were about nine, on the weekends we were at the street market together. Your mother telling you about the different herbs and spices offered, and how to choose the best cuts of meat, and more. As usual, as we walked around, both your mother and I had our arms around your shoulders between us. Behind your neck, our fingers were linked together also. It was a natural way to keep you safe.
Unbeknownst to Cyn and me, Thomas was at the market also that day. Later, it came out that he would often go there to get a glimpse of you. Tim, understand, while your father could not personally interact with you, he was for years and years interested in how you were doing and what you became.
But that day at the market, it took a turn. Thomas saw the three of us from a way off. Not so far as he could not see the looks Cyn and I passed between us, or how our hands were intertwined. Thomas comprehended what was between your mother and me. He realized how it explained why Cynthia wasn’t writing him as often with updates on Tim.
A couple of days later, while you were at school, your mother and I were in bed, when the doorbell rang, over and over. Cyn quickly dressed, as did I, and we hurried downstairs. We were a bit disheveled, I am sure. Thomas was standing at the door. Cyn was surprised, to say the least, to see him. He came in and seeing me there too seems to enrage him even more.
Thomas told us he knew what is going on between us, and it must end. I was proud of your mother as she told Thomas he had no voice in what she now did or did not do. He backed down a little but demanded that we keep our affair private and not confuse Tim over it.
Cyn understanding his concern, and not wanting you to find out either, agreed, and reluctantly I did also. Neither of us liked the situation. But, considering already the burden you were carrying being born out of wedlock, we did not want to add to it.
Seeing Thomas’s response from finding out, was in some ways surprising. He was the one to put your mother into the position she was. It was enough, especially for Cyn, to not want anything to ever surface about us too. I felt when you got a little older, you should be told. Every time I brought it up, Cyn would beg me not to. And so I did until now, Tim, you finding out.
But know, Tim, your mother meant so much to me. It is why, since her death, I have not been with anyone else as I had no desire to. She had been my love.
All three of them are in tears as Les finishes. Tim moves to hug her and tell her thanks for being open with him. He still has mixed feelings about all of it, but he is beginning to understand. And even Les that if he had been less dense and more observant, he might have noticed what really was between his mother and her all those years.
Tim moves over the counter where he left the box of letters and picks it and the other smaller box up. He hands the letters to Les, telling her he had only glanced at a couple, but they were hers. Tears still flowing, Les thanks him.
Les tells him, “While regularly together, Cyn and I would often exchange notes and letters expressing our feelings about each other. Some were mailed, most just left for the other to find after a coupling between us.”
Tim and Abbie smile at this thoughtful jester. Both think that perhaps it is something they should do to keep their relationship healthy and strong.
Tim hands Les the ring box, “I think this is yours also. I know my mother wore it for years, and I never knew where it came from, but realize it had to be from you.”
Les, tears streaming down her face now, lifts her left hand to show the ring Tim remembering her wearing for years also. It is different, but now Tim sees the similarities between it and his mother’s ring. Les takes the ring Tim has given her and puts it on her right ring finger. It seems proper as she clasps her hands together.
“Thank you, Tim. I am sorry you had to find out this way. I have wanted to tell you since your mother died but felt bound by the promise I made to her, not to let you know. Like you, if I had known about this letter she left you, I would have explained things then. But, perhaps this is the correct moment in time when finally things are opened fully between us,” Les tells Tim as she hugs him.
Abbie is crying now watching all this. Les goes to her, picks up a napkin, and wipes her eyes of all the mascara running. Kisses her cheeks and tells her quietly, “I thank you as I have a feeling you helped Tim pave this path to understand about his mother.”
Abbie smiles at Les and just nods.
As Les, gets herself ready to leave now, Abbie blurts out, “Les, how would you like to join Tim and me at the street market tomorrow? We went the first time a few weeks ago, and now that we are settling in it would be fun to look around together. Especially now knowing it was a place you and Cyn liked to take Tim as a boy.”
Les thanks her, looks to Tim to see if he would want her too, or need time apart from her to contemplate things more. He smiles and tells Les that yes, please join them. It seems all, for the most part, is right with them. Les agrees, asking what time they were thinking about going.
Plans confirmed, Les leaves them for the short trek across the drives to her door. When she turns to look back as she unlocks her door, she sees Tim standing in his doorway, watching her get home safely.
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Tim and Abbie 23: Dinner with Les
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Posted:Sep 25, 2020 7:10 pm
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2024 1:38 am
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Tim is calmer now, but it is six already, and Les is coming soon. She will be expecting dinner to be ready. Tim’s insecurities are out entirely. Having taken in so much in the last few hours, he is reverting to how he was before Abbie.
Abbie hugs him and tells him to let her get out her ‘recipe book.’ This at least makes Tim laugh a little as Abbie speed dials a local Italian restaurant. Three orders of spaghetti with marinara sauce, which she tells them, can be put all together. Same with the salads, and actually upgrades it to an antipasto salad with dressing on the side. A small pizza with pepperoni and bacon finishes the order.
When asked for the address, Abbie realizes that she does not know her new home’s number. Tim comes to her rescue, and she tells the restaurant. They promise to have it there in forty-five minutes.
Tim chuckles at Abbie’s skill. Tim thinks, ‘Okay, this is not helping her learn to stop depending on to-go food. But for this evening, it the answer.’ Abbie smiles at her love, back in a better mood, and ready to move forward.
Tim watches as Abbie changes her address on her phone, saying, “I didn’t think about how many places I will have to adjust my information. At work, my mail, identification, and other places. And I should probably legally change my name as the banker suggested.” Together they set the kitchen table for three and get out the serving bowls and plates for the food when it arrives.
Tim opens a couple of bottles of wine. Abbie, seeing the wine racks in the pantry, is impressed. Tim suddenly realizes something from the letters he read. Tim hurries upstairs to the spare bedroom and packs all the letters back in the satin-covered box. Except for the one to him, which he puts in his pocket. Then he goes to his dresser where he had placed the two rings of his mother.
Tim knows the one his mother wore for years was from his father. But now, understands when and why she replaced it with this other one. The ring has to have been from Leslie, well Les. Tim carries the ring and the box down to the kitchen. He puts them out of the way for now, on the counter.
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At six-thirty, Leslie arrives promptly at the kitchen door. Abbie lets her in, and Tim greets her a bit stiffly. Abbie brings her to the table and pours wine for all three. She thanks Les for all the help she has offered the last two days and how nice it will be to live close to her.
Tim knows Abbie is doing this to pave the way to what he wants to talk about. He does thank Leslie also for her help – he had been brought up correctly. His mind is whirling with how to bring the matter up.
In the end, he says stiffly, “Leslie, we were cleaning out some of my mother’s things after getting unpacked, and I found this letter to me from her, which I never knew about. I think she intended me to see it eight years ago when she died, so it is a bit of shock to take it all in this long after the fact.” Tim just hands the letter to Leslie to read.
Les takes her time reading it, going back over it again to understand what Cyn was telling Tim fully. Leslie sees the anguish in Tim’s eyes and realizes that he had no idea about the relationship Les and his mother had. Tears form in the corner of her eyes, partly from almost hearing Cyn's voice from the letter, and trying to think how she can gently tell Tim what he seems to need to know now.
Taking a couple of sips of the wine, Les begins to tell Tim things that he had not known or acknowledged about his mother.
Tim, I don’t know how much you know about your mother, but I will share all I knew.
When your mother found herself pregnant with you, her parents shunned her, and she had to find an apartment for herself for the first time in her life at forty. The company she had worked for did not want an unwed mother on their staff, no matter how good she was, so they released her.
Cyn knew that for several years after you were born, she would have to find somewhere to work, which would allow her to do so from home as to also care for you. She found a couple of part-time jobs that would enable that and fell into an isolated life. You were born, and except for outings for groceries or necessities, it was just you two for four years.
Your father, Thomas, helped some during this period, but his wife became aware of Cyn and her condition, which made it hard for him to help much. I am not sure how much you know about Thomas Bradley. He was older than your mother and in a thankless marriage, which he could not, no matter how much he wanted to, get out of.
He did keep in contact with your mother until you were about seven, then things changed, and there was not much further contact.
He was the one to find this house. He knew it was dreary, but it was on the market at an exceptionally good price. I think Thomas imagined that Cyn might brighten the place up, but that was not her inclinations. He put a substantial down payment on the house, so your mother was not strapped with unreasonable monthly payments.
It was around this time that she was offered a new position. It was full-time, able to work from home, outside of weekly check-ins to get the bills and receipts. It paid more than the two part-time jobs combined. Cyn jumped at the chance to have something stable and workable for her and you.
The only downside, considering Cyn’s upbringing and disposition, was that the job was for a strip club. She was to keep their books proper as the owner had no wish to have any problems with the authorities about how the club was run. It was a rather lovely club, all things considered.
Over the years, the owner opened two more locations, and your mother’s salary increased to include those books. The owner, a kind man really, did not want Cyn to be exposed to the club much. She would go in during the day in the middle of the week to pick up and deliver new records.
Though Cyn did tell me that when she went there, she would often see some of the strippers practicing on their poles and such, and seeing these almost naked women held her spellbound, Cyn got to know some of them over the years. After a couple of years working there, Cyn started doing all of their taxes each year also. Which, in turn, she was paid for.
That was all before she and I changed our relationship.
When you were young, Tim, Cyn would take you with her when she did her weekly check-in. All the strippers did fawn over you—even the drag queens who performed there. When you got about seven and in school, Cyn knew she should stop taking you along. Instead, did that during the day while you were in school.
At about this time in the story, the food arrived. Abbie collects it, dishes it out, and serves. Both she and Tim are mesmerized by the tale Les is unfolding. Glasses are refilled.
Before Les continues, Tim speaks, “I remember going there to the club. Yes, I was young, but all the people working there were so friendly and nice to me. I do remember watching who now I understand were probably transgender people as they would practice their acts. They would be dressed as some famous actress or singer. It was wonderful and mesmerizing for me to hear them practice singing their songs.”
Abbie pushes this little fact to the back of her mind. Is this where Tim’s interest began?
The three eat as Les goes on.
Cyn did enjoy that job and told me later that seeing the stripers practice did, for some reason, stir her juices. I am jumping ahead some. When you were older, a couple of times a year, she and I would go to the club for an evening. It did really excite Cyn to see the full performance, and it was fun for me too.
The women so fully appreciative of the help they got from Cyn, as was the owner, made sure we had an impressive ringside view. Many of the strippers came over to give us a special show or lap dance. Your mother loved those evenings,
But back to what you want to know.
Your mother did suffer from bouts of depression. They would come on for no reason about three or four times a year. Some only lasted for a day, and she would be okay. Others could last for over a week, which was hard. I tried all I could from the start to keep you from having to see or deal with them.
When they did, she would stay in bed all day, but then feeling guilty she had not gotten the work done, stay up half the night doing the books. She was aware of these spells and did all she could to work through them. However, she would not see a doctor about it. I tried to push her to do so and get medication to help, but she was stubborn and wouldn’t. I think she felt it would put other negative images on her to acknowledge she had a problem.
I am wandering some from what you want to know, but I feel you need to know your mother better. The abandonment of both her parents and lover, having no real friends, she thought was hard for her. Scared, she would not have enough money to care for you. All these things were built up so deep in her. It isn’t surprising that she did retreat from the world.
Even after you moved here, Cyn was always over worried that something could happen, leaving you destitute. I think that is why, to put it not quite nicely, but accurately, she was a miser.
Now to us. We did become friends soon after you moved it. We would have tea together and just talk most mornings before I had to be off to lecture at the university and your mother to her account books. We did share a warm feeling for each other, but nothing more.
Cyn did know I was gay and even met my partner at the time, but that relationship petered out over the next year or so. Your mother was a sympathetic friend when I broke up with the woman. But nothing more was considered between us.
That, though, was when Cyn started telling me details about her job and her strange feeling seeing the strippers practice. But it was left just at that.
Until one fall day. You had started school, Tim, so were gone from about eight until three-thirty each weekday. For the season, it was so delightfully warm with the sun shining. Your mother came out on your back patio and spread her work out to enjoy the day. I was off work that day and was clearing out flowerbeds for the winter.
Oh, Tim, you would not believe how beautiful your mother looked that day. She had on a light floral dress, and her hair was loose and blowing a bit in the breeze. Working, not realizing I was watching her yet, she let out the loveliest laugh over something. It was like tiny bells jingling in the wind.
I called over to her something silly about she seemed to be enjoying her work. We chatted across the yards for about fifteen minutes, and then I ask her if she was ready for a break and to have some tea with me. Cyn readily accepted. She put her work in your house, and I quickly put a kettle on.
I got back to my patio in time to see Cyn walking toward me and the gate between our property. The sun was shining on her sending a gold glow around her. To say the least, my panties were getting wet watching her. Which was a surprise to me as I had never thought about Cyn that way before.
I welcomed her and had her sit at my patio table as I went and got the tea and biscuits. Sitting down next to her, our legs brushed against each other, and I could not believe that small thing could send the electric shock I was feeling run through me. When I looked at Cyn, she had a similar expression on her face.
We had tea and just talked, though our hands and arms seemed to be repeatedly grazing against each other. Even though it was only past twelve, I suggested we finish off our tea with a little sherry, which Cyn said sounded like a wonderful idea.
She was in such a happy mood that day. Never had I seen her as yet being this lively and cheerful. I brought the glasses and the bottle to the table. After a couple of sips, it happened. Our thighs had been rubbing together again, and she had laid her hand over mine when making a comment, and she did not remove it. We stared into each other’s eyes, and suddenly both of us moved in, and we kissed.
It was just a light brush of our lips against each other, but we both were feeling tremors through our bodies. It was noticeable that we were both shivering. The second kiss was the real one. Deep and longingly, we kissed. Our arms found their way around each other’s necks, holding us tight as we did.
Before long, Cyn was on my lap, her legs spread around my hips, her dress ridden up to almost her waist so I could see her panties. I moved my hand over the crotch and felt how wet and wanting she was. We just stayed that way for almost a half-hour, just kissed and hugging each other.
Les snaps out of her remembrances. Realizing what she is saying. A bit much to share with Tim about her and his mother. Tim, while this reveal is a bit much, understands how the two women could come to lust for each other. They have also finished eating.
Abbie stands and clears the plates, rinses, and puts them in the dishwasher. She can see Tim has mixed feeling over what he has just heard and needs some time to comprehend this much for now.
Abbie comes and puts her arms around Tim’s neck and suggests, “Tim, you know what would make the dinner complete? Some fresh ice cream from the dairy. Why don’t you get us a quart? It should only take you a few minutes?”
Tim jumps at this chance to step away from this for a bit. To digest what he has heard so far. Tim hugs and kisses Abbie to let her know how much he understands and appreciates what she is suggesting. He tells them he will be back soon with ice cream and is out the door.
Les smiles at Abbie, understanding what she did also.
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Tim and Abbie 21: Friday morning
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Posted:Sep 20, 2020 12:24 pm
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2024 1:38 am
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Friday dawns clear and nice outside. The sun is shining, making the May air feel even warmer. After morning fun, Abbie and Tim are up and ready to head back to the apartment to finish emptying it.
Tim knows they need to get a rented truck to move the larger items, and going out the door, he mentions it to Abbie. As they reach the car, Les comes over and asks if they need help today moving? Tim realizes that a third person would be an asset considering what they want to move and thanks Leslie warmly.
Les drives, as it is her car, first to a truck rental where Tim gets a small truck that will hold everything. He motors it to Abbie’s flat as Les and Abbie in the car follows him.
It is fast work, starting at nine o’clock. The kitchen has nothing to worry about. The knick-knacks from the living room are boxed and ready. Only the desk is going. Tim does ask about the television, but Abbie tells him it was part of the furnishing. The bathroom and linen closet are emptied and packed, which only leaves the bedroom to finish. All the rest of Abbie’s clothes are carried out. Some in Les’s car, others in the truck.
The mattress and springs are off the bed, and the frame disassembled. Tim likes the idea of them keeping the bed they first indulged on. The sheets and comforter are rolled up and put into a large garbage bag to take and wash at their house. The pillows go into another bag. Everything is moved by the door, ready to be carried out.
They all transport the boxes and bags to the car. Then the desk drawers taken out and carried to the truck. The desk now is easy for the three to lift and move to the truck. Finally, first the mattress, then the springs, are carried out in the same way. Tim on the lead end, with Abbie and Les holding up the rear. Luckily, the apartment complex is empty at this time of the morning. The elevator is available at their ring, making getting everything down to the main floor easy.
The head and footboards are the last to leave. Then looking around the flat to see if anything is forgotten, Abbie reaches out to Tim and wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him. She says as she does, “It is sad to be leaving this apartment as it holds memories of us together from the start. But those memories will always be there. And moving forward to a wonderful life together in our magnificent house, I couldn’t ask for anything more.”
Tim hugs her as she declares this and responds, “I know what you mean, Abbie, and I will miss our time and discoveries here, but the future is awaiting us, and I cannot wait to start that adventure.”
Both happy, Abbie realizes she has forgotten one thing in the whirlwind move. Abbie runs to her bedroom and the vanity she has loved. The list of the rules she and Tim agreed to is taped to one side. She takes it off and rolls it up, not to crease it. But then Abbie stands for a minute as tears form. She calls out to Tim. He is at her side immediately. In a small voice, Abbie says, “I’m sorry, Tim, but in the turbulence of clearing everything out, I forgot about this. Could we take the vanity too? It would fit in the spare room also when we fix it up.”
Tim puts his arms around Abbie’s waist and squeezes her, saying, “There is still room in the truck, and this is not too heavy, I can carry it if you get the stool.” Les helps Tim move the vanity out to make sure the mirror does not get damaged. Abbie lingers behind. She looks over where she has lived for the last several years. Remembering all that in the recent past happened here.
She is not long. After dropping off her keys to the manager’s office, she is with Tim and Les as he closes the truck. It is almost eleven when the truck and car make the short trip to Abbie’s new home. Unpacking is easy. The mattress and bed and vanity will stay in the garage until the room is ready for them. The desk is taken to the study, and it fits so nicely near Tim’s desk and printer. They will have to get Abbie set up for the Wi-Fi here.
It is incredible that at a little after twelve, they have unloaded everything and put most away. Tim returns the truck with Les, always supportive, following him to give him a ride back home. In thanks, he invites Les to join them for dinner around six-thirty. She accepts as they both go into their homes.
Tim calls to Abbie, who is upstairs. He climbs the stairs and is confronted with his small room in front of him. The door is opened wide, and he sees that Abbie has added the hairbrush he has used on her for discipline sitting next to the one he took from his mother’s dresser.
Everything is unpacked as much as able to for now. After Les leaves, Tim and Abbie have a bite to eat. They are both aching for an interlude about now. They hadn’t played this morning, and yesterday feels so far away. And they are on vacation for a long weekend, well a working long weekend, but still.
The dishes cleared and cleaned, Abbie and Tim kiss longingly. Both are wanting each other so fully. Abbie bends over the kitchen table and tells Tim just to use a little olive oil sitting on the counter as lube.
Hearing Abbie say this somehow triggers Tim’s desire even more. He brings the bottle over to the table, lifts Abbie’s dress over her back, and pulls her pantie down to her ankles. He drops his pants and boxers. Tim pours some of the oil over his tip and shaft. Then drippling some down Abbie’s slit and over her back vagina. His fingers work for a while as both moans as he makes sure Abbie is well lubed. Just the action of his fingers up in Abbie does stimulate Tim immensely.
Hard and ready, with Abbie trembling in anticipation before him, Tim guides his cock to Abbie’s special vag. Just pressing in his glans to start. Tim waits for Abbie to relax and take him fully in. Both are learning how to maximize each sexual interlude for the most pleasure for both.
Abbie moans with contentment as Tim presses more and more of him in her. Filling her canal thoroughly. She pulsates against Tim, as Abbie feels Tim’s cock also throbbing against the sides of her cavern.
The first time acceding in this position, Tim does realize he cannot look into Abbie’s eyes, but right now, it is an animal lust crashing over them. Tim does bend and kiss the back of Abbie’s neck, which she reveals in understanding Tim’s message.
Faster and faster, they pump together. Tim moves his hand to the front of Abbie’s bent body and grasps her clit/cock to jerk it. Tim is learning more and more. He does not want, in any way, to shortchange Abbie’s enjoyment too. He is becoming aware of the things which drive Abbie to the summit, and what he should do to help her along.
Hearing Abbie moan deep in her throat, Tim knows he has done the right thing. Together they plunge and thrust against each other until nature takes over, and they both cum. Tim up in Abbie’s ass. Abbie all over Tim’s hand and the floor.
Pulling from her, Tim grabs a wet rag and wipe up his cock, then the spillage over Abbie’s mons and stomach, and last the dripping on the floor. More is dripping out of Abbie’s ass, Tim’s cum deposited there. Tim continues to wipe and clean their dalliance. Abbie, just leaning over the table trying to recuperate, feels herself still throbbing, but from Tim’s afterplay kindness.
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