The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 5 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 5

... ‘itting the ground runnin’.

‘Exactly Gary,' Samantha smiled and extended her hand to Gary’s crotch area, he didn’t disappoint. ‘she is in need of a practical tuition. Theory is all very well, but real learning is achieved on the job…' Samantha giggled, ‘so to speak.’

Gary stood, clenched his hands and glowered at Samantha as though he were about to put his head back and bellow like a bull. Samantha smiled, impressed by his aroused countenance. ‘I do so hope you will be of assistance to the poor child.’

He did not change his expression when he spoke. ‘Oh aye! I’ll give her all the ‘elp she needs.’

‘I am so glad. Please, don’t let me disturb your work further. Will you be finished for eight?’

‘Eight, aye Mrs…Samantha.’ It was difficult for him to work with an erection and a one hundred and forty beat per minute heart rate, but as he covered his newly laid tilework two hours later, he congratulated himself on it’s quality.

He found Samantha barefoot in the kitchen as he undid and kicked off his boots. His lover was impatient, ‘Follow me, ' she whispered and led him by the hand upstairs and into the bathroom. ‘I think we need to prepare you properly, wash all of that working grime from you, Mmm’?’

This was a new delight. The feel of Samantha’s soft ampleness built a platform of lust that he felt had a permanence. His vital areas were not spared from her attention and his bristly pubic hair was softened under the exotic smelling creams and lotions that she ...

... applied. Such was her skill and tempo that he felt far away from any release, but also felt that a foundation had been laid upon which a golden house may be constructed. At least, that is how he would have felt, if such poetic thoughts ever occurred in his deeply literal mind.

Samantha, in her bedroom, threw on panties and a loose nightshirt and he was suddenly deprived of the sight of her lovely body. She encouraged him on to the bed where he leaned back on the small mound of pillows behind him. Only after his penis finally throbbed and pulsed it’s way to a respectable softness did she call to her daughter. ‘Sweety darling?’

Rachel entered the bedroom sheepishly. Her school uniform was expensive, well fitting and hid her sexuality. She stood in front of Gary stock straight, staring nervously at his nakedness, lying dormant along his thigh. ‘Oh, honey, say hello to Mr. Fowler.’

‘Hello Mr. Fowler.’

‘Good, now what was it that we had decided earlier?’

‘Sorry Mummy.’ She exhaled and moved her weight onto one hip and tilted her head. It instantly transformed her shape into one of a coquettish teaser.

‘Very good Hun’, her mother said, ‘Now, hat, and remember, don’t lose eye contact.’

She didn’t, and Rachel’s soft hair bundled toward her shoulders. The next stage came without any prompting from her mother, a simultaneous loosening of the tie with one hand and unfastening of top blouse buttons with the other, resulted with the now detached fastener being dropped to ...