Sandy Tim and Eddy - Sex Stories

Sandy Tim and Eddy

... little kitchen, very erotic The something was a fine ham salad; we sat in the tiny sitting room plates on laps her now with the dress down, and they told me a story of the old home and how there had been more room but they couldn`t afford the prices, a greedy landlord and the home being in the commuter belt. Her job in a government establishment had precluded moving too far and when this place came up they had jumped at it. The workshop for Tim had been a bonus, it was near derelict when he took it on and he had re furbished it over the last few months to repair vintage cars. Word of mouth got him the work his reputation being everything. It was a skill he no doubt did not share with the benefit`s agencies! They outlined what they had envisaged for the rest of my stay, I could use Sandy as much as I wished tonight in a vanilla way sharing her bed Tim using the spare room. Tomorrow after breakfast I would drive Tim to the workshop to sort the place, she would dress and then come to us in Tim`s motor, we then would go onto her previously arranged program, She had been working herself up Tim said and was well up for it! He laughed at it being a short three act play, with pain. She coloured up a little saying it was more pain in three parts. Tim would finally, fetch her home, to care for her, me, my part over, going directly off to fetch my lady from her friends. Suited me, he would film throughout and we had hoods to use he said, as anonymity was vital for her work, it being ...

... financial suicide to be identified. He would be sending me copies as soon as he was able so I could approve any for release to hamster or friends. I won`t bore you all with the overnight happenings; Eddy did his best folks, twice! Suffice to say it was gentle and loving long deep and intense, and we slept wrapped in one another`s arms like babies. I cooked breakfast while Tim took my pace, having his wife as he said “for the last time without the jewellery.” The meal over we each washed and shaved, dressed then both kissing her, Tim and I set off for the works. I took ten long minutes to reach the old tractor shed, a sound brick built tall windowless place, corrugated roof south facing, double doors with a wicket gate, surrounded by miles of open flat fields. Tim opened the little gate and switched on the light, I marvelled at the fact it had electricity at all and was told it had been the fire station of a wartime airfield; it had running water as well. Inside it was an empty shell, tools on a bench, a battered radio, kettle, sink and an old fridge the only signs of use at all, up against the left wall a long broad footed ladder, which led the eye to a block and tackle hung from a girder. Tim used it to remove engines he said it would lift ½ a ton easily. I unloaded from my car the tools I had with me, and laid them out on the cleared workbench, plugging in my largest soldering iron as I did so. Tim produced a small jar and some ropes straps and other bits and bob`s and we ...