Sandy Tim and Eddy - Sex Stories

Sandy Tim and Eddy

... struggling to keep things under control even then! So we had a couple of drinks each before we left. Tim left in his own car before us as he said he had an errand to run on the way home. Perhaps diplomacy, perhaps genuine I don’t know Either way we were alone at last and with her instructions we were soon at the little row of three cottages way out in the Essex marshes. A neighbour was in his garden and she stopped and chatted introducing me as Eddy her uncle form Stoke! We were soon inside the little place, rooms the size of postage stamps, doors for midgets, and a tiny kitchen. She showed me the bathroom then the spare room, upstairs at the back, a single bed and a tiny wardrobe, with a window over a charming English garden, not at all what I expected for a youngish go ahead couple into crazy sex. Over tea in the garden she told me that they had moved here as the rent was so much cheaper and that they loved the peace. I asked if it was not a problem for such a sexual couple and she laughed saying that “the walls and the thatch were thick and there usually was not a lot for the neighbours to complain about one being deaf the other dim.” “If we want to do any stuff that involves screaming we go to his workshop out in the nearby farmland it being remote”. With a smile like an angel she said “she hoped that we would be going out there tomorrow,” her eyes twinkled with mischief as she said that “did I still want to go through with it all just as we had planned the session?” ...

... “As”, she went on she “hoped for a long and painful session full-filling my fantasies before I went off home.” I affirmed that I still was game to use her as we planned, but only if she still wanted to do the things as I knew just how painful things would be. In answer she blew me a kiss. “That” she said “was why she had a week off especially to recover, that`s if you have the necessary and the bottle?” I knew what she meant, and from my pocket I produced a couple of sharpened and especially sterilised 4” nails in a sealed pack, and a ½” stainless steel disk with my initials on and a second with the word ‘Tim’, complete with split rings, she savoured them as she looked them over, licking her lips, she asked if I had the other tools and I assured her that they “were all in my case ready for her.” She said she “looked forward to it but was a little scared and also of the wasp. Though; she really desperately wanted to go through with the whole session as she had been building herself up for it since we had planned it, all that time ago.” By now my dick was a stiff as a telegraph pole just at the thought of doing as she had asked me. Tim arrived, carrying shopping from the village so it may have not been all diplomacy! I needed to release the two pints from dinnertime and she knew it, rising and leading me to the bathroom, left me for a second or two, then just as I began to stream desperate to relive myself she returned, wrapped her arm round my body and replaced my hand with hers. ...