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The Coach House Despite being in her early forties, Judi Breakspeare was still an extremely good-looking woman. A mane of wavy blonde hair framed her fine, faintly aquiline features, and the merest hint of laughter lines around her baby-blue eyes only added to the overall attractiveness of the ensemble. Her body was still firm, her stomach trim, her thighs long and flat, and her ankles shapely. Perhaps her boobs had lost a little of the lift that had once made wearing a bra almost superfluous, but they were still in good shape, and her nipples still pointed outwards, even if they no longer pointed upwards. Yes, she was still in pretty good condition, she reflected as she surveyed herself naked in her bedroom mirror, all those years of working out in the gym and indulging in expensive beauty treatments had been worth it; she could easily have passed for ten years younger. But then for most of her life she?d had sufficient money to be able to afford to indulge herself and she was well aware that in many ways she?d been extremely fortunate. Not that there hadn?t been bad times as well as good, but for the most part life had been good to her; she was healthy, she had a beautiful daughter, several step-children, a gorgeous house and most importantly of all, she was secure. Pulling a short silk dressing gown over her nakedness, she picked up her glass of white wine from the dressing table and walked through the open French doors that dominated one wall of her bedroom. On the balcony beyond that stretched out over the ground floor dining room, she narrowed her eyes against the glare of the afternoon sun. For the last few days the weather here on the south coast had been most un-English, she thought. Not that she was complaining, of course; it was wonderful to have so many windows and doors open, and feel the warm air drifting through the house. And she hadn?t had time for a proper holiday abroad this year so this unexpected spell of hot weather at home, with temperatures rivalling those in the Mediterranean, was more than welcome. She placed her glass on a small table and stretched out on a wicker sun-lounger adjusting the gown so that her legs were exposed to the late afternoon sun. Mustn?t stay out here too long of course, not good for the skin; but she had been always been a bit of a beach babe, and the warmth on her body, coupled with the wine she had consumed made her feel relaxed and comfortable. Shifting her position a little to get more comfortable she was aware that her gown had fallen open. Not that it mattered really, no one could see her up here ? unless they flew over ? it really was wonderfully private place. On a careless whim she tugged at the belt that held the material together and let it fall away allowing the sun to caress her naked flesh. Almost unconsciously her right hand had begun to caress her right breast, her fingers lightly circling her nipple, which gradually stiffened as a result. They had made love out here sometimes, she and her husband, when they were feeling adventurous. Theirs had been a strongly physical relationship, despite a sizable age difference and Judi felt the loss keenly, especially once the initial shock of being a widow had subsided. She was still a relatively young woman and not short of male attention, but somehow she still felt she would be unfaithful to her husband?s memory if she responded to the physical desires that frequently rose within her. Not that the same abstinence extended to masturbation, naturally. She saw no reason to deny herself some degree of sexual pleasure, and her husband had always enjoyed the little performances she had given for him, especially when she used one of the toys she kept in her bedside drawer. She raised her left hand to take over the gentle stimulation of her breasts, while her right trailed languidly down her belly, caressing the neatly trimmed strip of blonde hair that covered her pubic mound. She wondered vaguely if she ought really to go indoors before she got too carried away, but it was warm on the balcony, and the wine had made her lazy. She allowed her right hand to drift between her legs and caught her breath as a finger touched the tip of her exposed clitoris. She explored the swollen wetness of her sex, feeling the urges rise within her. What was the name of that man her daughter had brought home the other day? Oh yes, Jason. Drop dead gorgeous, dark complexion and hair, with sad puppy dog eyes and a rock hard body. Funny, but Suzi hadn?t seemed too keen, which wasn?t like her. Maybe it was just a personality thing. But what a body! A little moan escaped her lips as she slid a finger into her damp crevice. She could still remember the glorious warmth of a hot cock inside her, the submissive pleasure of being held down and fucked hard. She wondered if Jason would find her sexy: would he want to have the mum as well? She realised that she was grunting softly with each out breath as her fingers circled between her legs. Little moans of pleasure escaped from her mouth as her fingers rubbed steadily the between her parted thighs, one leg stretched out, and the other raised on the lounger to allow herself better access to her intimate regions. With practised skill she kept herself on the plateau for as long as she could, slowing the gyrations of her fingers when the intensity threatened to tip her over the brink, gently inserting a finger into her vagina to savour the stimulation of the nerves around the opening, then returning to her circular rubbing motion to build the sensation back up again. When she finally decided that she could hold off no longer, and that orgasm was inevitable, she raised her left arm above her head to grip the end of the lounger, her fingers beginning to circle faster and faster as the waves of pleasure rose inside her. She began to shake very slightly, her moans now building in intensity. Her back arched, her buttocks lifting clear of the cushions as she raced towards her climax. ?Ooooooohhhhhh fuuuuuuckkkkk!? Judi screamed as her orgasm powered through her, causing her to collapse back on the lounger as the rest of her body echoed the spasms of her pussy. For nearly twenty seconds she kept it going until she became too sensitive and, physically spent, allowed herself to lie still, savouring the little earthquakes that still rocked her body as the pleasure receded. God, I needed that, she thought. Shit, I hope I didn?t make too much noise, or if I did, I hope no one heard me! Sitting up she Anadolu Yakası Escort peered cautiously over the wall of the balcony, but the view was as peaceful and undisturbed as it usually was. From where she sat she could just see where the gravel drive that led from her house met the road through the village. As she watched her attention was caught by the blinding reflection of the sun on a car windscreen, and a white open-topped Mazda swung through the gate and sped up towards the house, spitting gravel out behind it. That would be Suzi, Judi thought as she watched her daughters reckless progress towards her, good job she hadn?t arrived a few minutes previously. She pulled the gown around her and fastening the belt leant on the wall of the balcony as she watched the car brake to a halt beneath her. ?Hi Mum!? Suzi looked up from the driving seat and waved. She was a real beauty, Judi thought proudly. Masses of blonde hair, angelic features, piercing blue eyes and that fantastic body which could almost stop traffic ? tiny waist, gloriously full breasts and long slender legs all in a petite package five feet two inches tall. And she had the vivacity and energy of youth. Judi envied her that, as she watched her swing her legs out of the driving seat and climb out of the car slamming the door behind her and smoothing down the short white summer dress she wore as she did so. ?Do you think you could try to keep the gravel on the drive?? Judi asked, conversationally. ?That gardener costs me a fortune.? ?Sorry Mum.? Suzi gestured to her companion who had just got out of the passenger seat, and was looking up at her. ?This is Helen.? My word, another beauty, thought Judi. Different from Suzi, but no less lovely. Dark hair and skin ? I wonder if she?s Italian? ? high cheekbones, green eyes that even from this distance seemed to suck you in. Taller than her daughter, and a bit less curvy. More athletic in her build, but moves with real grace, like a dancer. And clearly not wearing a bra under that top! ?Hello Helen?, she said. ?I trust Suzi?s driving didn?t frighten you too much?? ?Hi, Mrs. Breakspeare. No it?s fine, I like going fast.? ?That?s a good thing, if you?re driving anywhere with my daughter?, Judi grinned. ?And it?s Judi, please. There?s no need to remind me how much older I am than you! Would you two like a drink or something? I?ve got a bottle open.? ?It?s ok Mum, if you don?t mind we?re going to my place to freshen up? Suzi indicated the detached Coach House on the other side of the graveled yard. ?Are you going out again later? Do you want any dinner?? ?I don?t know ? maybe. I?ll let you know if I do.? ?Thanks for that?, said Judi, slightly sarcastically. But deep down she was secretly pleased not to have her daughter?s company for a while. The memory of her recent orgasm was fading fast, and her body was already starting to tell her that it was going to be one of those days where once simply wasn?t enough. She could feel the dampness welling between her legs, and her whole being ached for something hard inside her pussy. She waved to the two girls as they turned to cross the yard and went back through the French windows into the warm gloom of her bedroom. Pulling the blinds, she cast off the dressing gown and spread herself on the bed, savouring her wanton nakedness. From the drawer beside her bed she took a large penis shaped vibrator and twisted the control at the base to check it worked. Lying back, she took the tip into her open mouth, coating it with her saliva until it glistened in the half-light. She parted her legs, raised her knees to expose her pussy and placed the tip of the vibrator at the entrance to her damp folds. For a second she paused there, savouring the anticipation, then with a grunt of animal lust she drove the plastic cock deep inside her as far as it would go. --------------------------------------- ?Wow!? Is all this yours?? Helen looked around the interior of the upper floor of the coach house in some astonishment. ?I?m well jealous!? ?It was originally intended as a Granny flat I think,? Suzi explained, ?But a couple of years ago I persuaded Mum that we could probably get along better if we weren?t constantly under each others feet, and I moved in here. It seems to have been a most satisfactory arrangement.? The upper floor of the coach house was reached via a flight of wooden steps up the outside of the building, which the girls had climbed on their way in. From the doorway Helen could see a room some thirty feet long and twenty wide, with a polished wooden floor and high raftered ceiling. ?There?s another flight of stairs through that doorway which lead down to the garage, ? Suzi explained, ?But they don?t get used very much except when I have a party down there. God, it?s hot, isn?t it?? She was making her way along one wall opening the high windows with a pole in a way that reminded Helen of when she was at school. ?As you can see I have all mod cons ? a bed?, she indicated a large metal framed four poster which dominated one end of the room, ?a TV, stereo, PC, work desk, enormous leather sofa, scatter cushions, and most importantly, my own kitchen and bathroom.? She pointed to two doors at the far end of the room. ?Mum is particularly glad about that. She was always complaining about picking the towels up after me.? ?You are so spoiled,? Helen said in wonder, ?If only I had this much freedom.? ?Well, you can have now. I?m quite happy to share it with you.? Suzi grinned at her as she disappeared into the kitchen. ?Do you want me to put those trousers in the wash?? ?I suppose I ought to?, Helen looked at the grass and earth stains on the knees of her blue three-quarter length trousers. She gave a snort of laughter. ?Should I keep them as a memento of my lost innocence?? ?Not unless you want your Mum and Pete asking you who you?ve been shagging in a field, ? Suzi?s voice replied. There was the sound of a cork coming out of a bottle. ?Has he called again?? ?Dunno,? said Helen, ?I?ve had my phone switched off for a while.? She fished her phone out of her pocket and turned it on. ?Four missed calls!? she giggled, ?He?s not pissed off then!? ?I rather think he probably is, actually.? Helen was listening to her messages and pulled a face. ?Quite correct, he is. Very pissed off. Wants me to phone him and tell him where I?m going to meet him later. Something tells me I might be unobtainable this evening.? Suzi re-emerged, her blonde Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan curly hair tied back with a scrunchy, and wearing a grandad shirt a great many sizes too large, and carrying a bottle of red wine. ?Not to everyone, I hope,? she said, looking at Helen and licking her lips lasciviously. ?I might make the odd exception.? Helen paused, casting her eyes over the framed photos on Suzi?s desk. ?She?s very beautiful, your Mum. You?re very alike.? ?Thank you, I?m flattered. Yes, she is isn?t she? Did you I tell you she used to be a model?? ?Really? I?m not surprised. What kind, fashion?? ?With those boobs? I don?t think so! No, back in late seventies she was a Page Three girl. She was Judi Truscott in those days, but she was a bit of a celebrity at the time.? Helen was interested. She knew very little about Suzi?s family even though they had been at school together, and she sensed that the blonde girl wanted her to know more about her. ?How long did she do that for?? ?Oh, quite a while. She started when she was seventeen and went on until she had me.? ?When she married your Dad?? Suzi grimaced. ?Not quite. My Dad ? my biological father ? was someone she met in the early eighties. He was a musician: a drummer, and American. He was over here touring with some band at the time and met Mum at a party at Stringfellows or somewhere. They were briefly a much-photographed couple, I believe, very popular with the tabloids. Drink?? She proffered a glass of wine from the bottle she had brought from the kitchen. ?Thank you. So what happened?? ?Oh, the usual I suppose. They had their fifteen minutes, media darlings and all that, then Mum got pregnant with me. He didn?t fancy the idea and did a runner back to the States.? ?What a?..? Helen stopped herself just in time, realising this was Suzi?s father she was insulting. ?It?s ok, babes,? Suzi took a big gulp of wine and refilled her glass. ?He may be my Dad, but he still behaved like a twat. I don?t have any false illusions.? ?So what did your Mum do?? ?Well, everything she could, I suppose, but this was twenty years ago, and he?d buggered off back to the land of the free. She chased him through the courts, but he was always away on tour, and when he wasn?t he was hiring hotshot LA lawyers to defend him. In the end she got a settlement of sorts, but it probably amounted to less than it cost her to bring the action in the first place.? Suzi refilled Helen?s glass and stretched out on the leather sofa, balancing her own glass on her stomach. ?So that left Mum with me to bring up and no way to make a living. After I was born she didn?t feel that taking her clothes off for money was appropriate, so she packed in modelling. Her family were from a mining community up North and this was right in the middle of Thatchers? miners strike. Mum had actually been supporting them for quite a while, so there was no money coming in that way. Things were pretty tough for a while. Then she got asked by one of these men?s magazines to review films and books and stuff ? they thought it was great to have a former Page Three girl doing it, and Mum actually turned out to be pretty good. Most of the stuff she had to review was pornographic, and she reckoned the majority of it was pretty poor, so after a little while she started writing it herself and selling it to the magazines ? under a pseudonym of course. Before she knew where she was, she was making a very decent living out of it. That was when she met Tommy.? ?Tommy?? ?He?ll always be my Dad as far as I?m concerned. He was quite a lot older than my Mum, but he really looked after us. He was a successful businessman who had gone through a divorce a few years earlier and had two grown up sons who lived with him. He was totally besotted with Mum, and spoiled me rotten ? he?d always wanted a daughter.? Suzi smiled at the memory. ?Tommy originally was going to buy this house so we could look after Grandad when Grandma died, but when it came to it the old man wouldn?t leave Yorkshire. By that time Mum had fallen in love with the place, so Tommy bought it anyway.? Suzi?s eyes misted over. ?Tommy was the best, I never wanted for anything. He taught me to drive at the age of thirteen in the yard out there, and when I passed my test he bought me the Mazda the same day. He took me windsurfing, water skiing, scuba diving, quad biking?. everything he tried I had a go at. He even supported me when I wanted to move into here and Mum wasn?t so keen, saying I needed my own space.? There was a pause. Helen felt she was on dangerous ground here. ?What happened?? she asked tentatively. Suzi sighed. ?He died. Went windsurfing and dropped dead of a heart attack. Apparently he?d known for ages that he was ill, but said he?d rather enjoy himself while he was alive, than be an invalid.? ?He sounds like a wonderful man?, said Helen, gently. ?He was. I miss him. So does Mum. He would have approved of you and I, I think.? ?How?s that?? ?He always told me to make sure I did what I wanted, not what some man wanted. Being a strong man, he knew all about how men can dominate women, but that wasn?t his style. He loved Mum because she always stood up to him. He would have loved to see us together because he liked to see me happy, he liked to see me breaking the rules, but most of all he liked beautiful things. And he would have thought you and I together were a beautiful thing.? Helen stared into her glass. ?Have you ever met your real Dad?? she asked. ?Yes, a couple of years ago. He called up out of the blue; God knows how he got the number. Tommy insisted that I see him, even drove me up to London himself.? ?What was he like?? ?Very nice, but rather distant. I got the feeling he would have been a lot less receptive if I?d turned out to be fifteen stone and had a face like the back of bus. He had this girlfriend with him ? Layla I think she was called ? about my age, very blonde, very beautiful. She was so bored it was embarrassing, and he just kept saying he could get me tickets to this and that, and did I want to meet David Bowie, etc. etc.?.and all I could think of was when I was ten and I fell off my bike and cut my knee open, and how Tommy found me and bandaged me up, and how he had me laughing even before he got me back to the house, and how he got me a new bike the next day because he said it must have been because it was too small that I fell off it?..? ?Have you seen him since?? ?No. I don?t Escort Anadolu Yakası really want to. Tommy was my Dad as far as I?m concerned.? Suzi grinned at Helen. ?So that?s the story of my family. The man I call my Dad wasn?t, I?ve only met my real Dad once, and my Mum writes mucky stories!? ?Does she still?? ?Well only occasionally ? just to keep her hand in, I suppose. She?s been doing a lot of designing recently, jewellery and stuff. She still does the reviews though. I?ve got stacks of dirty DVD?s thanks to her.? Suzi suddenly seemed to realise she had monopolised the conversation for a while. ?Weren?t you going to let me wash those trousers? Feel free to use the shower if you want.? ?Do you mind?? ?Of course not. Just lob the trousers over here and I?ll put them in the machine. There?s a dressing gown on the back of the bathroom door if you want it.? ?Thanks Suze.? Helen disappeared into the small bathroom, and a few seconds later she appeared at the door wearing only a thong and threw her trousers out at Suzi. ?Shan?t be a minute? ?You?d better not be. If you?re going to walk around like that I shan?t be responsible for my actions!? Helen grinned and closed the door behind her. Suzi collected her friends? trousers and put them in the machine in the kitchen. Pouring herself another glass of wine she went back into the main room, listening to the sound of the shower running, and imagining the water cascading over Helens warm brown skin. A wave of sexual desire rose within her, and she smiled in anticipation of the carnal delights that awaited her that evening. She had little doubt that Helen would end up spending the night ? the attraction between them was too strong, their love-making earlier that afternoon had shown that they were both highly physical creatures whose bodies were wonderfully in tune with each other. She realised suddenly that she was unconsciously stroking her breast through the material of the shirt. Not yet Brakespeare, she reproved herself, contain your lust a while longer. She gazed out of the window across to the main house, now slightly in shadow as the sun dipped down behind it. Her mother was no longer on the balcony, she noticed. Probably she had gone downstairs to make herself something to eat. Something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye and she crossed to her work desk and stood for a while staring at the flashing red light on the answer phone. She took a deep breath before she pushed the message button. She hardly ever got calls on her land-line ? hardly anyone had the number for a start ? and she had a pretty good idea who the caller was. ?Suzi, it?s Jason. Where the fuck are you?? a man?s voice demanded. ?I?ve been calling your mobile all day, but it?s been off. I presume you?ve forgotten you were going to meet me for lunch? It was bad enough you waltzing off home on your own last night, without so much as saying goodnight ? if you don?t want to see me, then at least would you mind having the decency to tell me? I know you think you?re God?s gift, but that doesn?t mean I?m going to run ?round after you like some infatuated schoolboy. If you get this, do me the courtesy of giving me a call. If you can be arsed, of course. Bye.? Suzi pulled a face. ?Arrogant wanker,? she muttered. ?He sounds pretty pissed off, too.? Helen?s voice sounded form the bathroom door. ?I guess between us we?re doing a pretty good job when it comes to raising male blood pressure.? She walked slowly into the main room with an indefinable sensuous grace and collected her wine from the table. She raised the glass to Suzi. ?Fuck men, here?s to us?. Suzi stared at the girl who had so recently become her lover. She had fastened a bath towel around her waist in the male fashion, leaving her pert, firm breasts exposed. With her brown skin and damp hair curling slightly from the shower she looked like picture of a fantasy warrior princess. Suzi wondered if she?s ever seen anything more beautiful. She struggled to control her desire. ?It?s not men that are going to get fucked if you walk around here like that.? ?I should hope not. Now that you've shown me what I?ve been missing, I?m determined to catch up. Besides, it?s too bloody hot to cover up.? Suzi looked at her. ?You?re not scared any more?? Helen took a sip of wine. ?I thought about that just now in the shower. I don?t see how I could be scared of something that feels so right and natural. I think your body is beautiful ? I think your body and mine together are beautiful. You?ve made me come in a way I?ve never experienced before. Something that feels so good can?t be wrong.? ?Oh God, Helen, I want you so badly!? Suzi put her arms around her lover and kissed her passionately. ?Give me two seconds in the shower and I?ll show you how beautiful we can be!? ?I can?t wait. Hurry up!? Suzi made for the bathroom, unfastening the shirt as she did so. Over her shoulder she called: ?There?s a bag in the bottom drawer on the right hand side of the bed ? why don?t you get it out?? And with that she was gone, slamming the door behind her. Helen put the wine glass down and walked slowly over to the bed. Her topless state felt natural, comfortable and cool after the heat of the day. She stared down at the white duvet on the four-poster bed, and wondered with growing anticipation about the sexual delights she would experience there soon. She sat on the edge and opened the bottom drawer, which was empty, save for a pink cloth bag held closed with a drawer-string. She lifted it out, knowing even before she did so what it contained. Smiling to herself she tugged open the neck of the bag and allowed the contents to spill out onto the bed. She sat there for a while, contemplating the objects before her and then got up to retrieve her wine. As she made her way back to the bed, the ?phone suddenly began to ring again, four times, before Suzi?s metallic voice on the outgoing message said ?Hi, this is Suzi. I can?t come to the ?phone right now, so leave a message.? There was a pause, then the same man?s voice said with controlled fury: ?Suzi, if you?re there will you pick the bloody phone up?? There was a pause. The voice continued. ?OK, so I assume you?re not there and there?s some really good reason why you can?t be bothered to speak to me. But if you are shagging someone else, would you at least have the decency to let me know?? Click, the message ended. Helen grinned as the accuracy of the callers? supposition suddenly struck her. ?Jason Ryder is an such an arrogant tosser.? Suzi emerged from the bathroom, towelling her wet hair. ?I?ve only known him a couple of weeks and he thinks he owns me.? Helen smiled. ?Of course he does, he?s a bloke. That?s the way they think, isn?t it?? She cast her mind back to the night before. ?He looked pretty hot though.? ?Oh God, yes!? Suzi laughed.