The Lady and the Tramp - Sex Stories

The Lady and the Tramp

... peer through the gap on the hinged side of the slightly ajar door, Suzie couldn't grasp. A vicar's wife looking at an old tramp as he towelled himself off.. What would people say? She was getting that damp feeling again as Jed dried his semi hard member by the sink, and she finally found the strength to move away and get busy elsewhere. Jed Noticed the shadow move past the door, and smiled. For the Vicar's wife, the next seven days held many more visualisations of what she tried hard to forget. Jason, her trusting husband, had his mind on the upcoming harvest festival at Theaton Wheetly, where he would also meet the Bishop. The following Thursday, Suzie waved her husband off and set to with the hoovering, dusting and a small piece for the parish news letter. Always at the back of her mind was Jed, and the fast approaching lunch time when once again, she would struggle to keep her mind out of his trousers. Surely this was no way for the wife of a clergyman to behave. She refused to admit that she was actually looking forward another glimpse of the man's, well, the man, even to herself. As Jed entered the kitchen Suzie, a little nervous, poured the tea and uncovered the tuna and cucumber sandwiches. She unconsciously glanced at his crotch, not realising either, that Jed saw her do so. After the usual pleasantries, such as they were with Jed, it was Jed himself that broached the subject upon which Suzie was sweating. “I expect Mrs, you'll be glad to know I've kept it in my ...

... trousers since we spoke, but I don't mind telling you it's a bit cramped in there right now.” “Oh Jed,” she responded reprovingly, and as usual a bit embarrassed, “yes I am glad, but must you talk so openly and casually about it, it's hardly talk fit for the table you know.” “Just speakin' me mind Mrs, jus' speaking me mind.” After another embarrassing fifteen minutes of small talk, mainly from the vicar's wife, Jed went to shower and change into the clean clothes waiting for for him. Suzie was like a zombie, drawn to flesh with an odd hunger she could not control. Having finished her tea while Jed showered, she found herself once more at the door to the utilities room, peering through the gap by the hinges, the door not being fully closed. She couldn't see Jed, but the shower had stopped running. Then it happened. “You can see it better like this!” said the tramp as he opened the door fully from the opposite side. Suzie almost froze. Only her head moved, so she was looking straight at the hard cock in front of her. Was it a second or a minute before she was able to raise her gaze to his face? She would never know. Nor would she know why she let him take her right hand, and place it on his tumescence. What she did know was how firm, bumpy and warm it felt, and how her loins were suddenly in knots Jed backed into the utility room, leading the blond with his hard on, until they were beside the rough wooden work top beside the old stone sink. It took no effort at all for Jed to rip ...