A Choice of Evils by Joe Thompson-Swift Read Free Book Online Page B

the time I got there. I quickly picked up the photos from the carpet. Now it was on with some jazz music and a large scotch before I showered. A rub of Paco Rabani aftershave put the tingle on my chin. I was ready for anything.
    At 5 to 8 the doorbell rang. I dimmed the lights and lowered the music a little before opening the door. Sharon was like a breath of fresh air coming in. Her long brown hair bounced with each step as she came inside the hallway in her tight fitting floral dress. Her breath was warm and minty as I pressed my lips to hers. Just for a moment I savoured the fragrance of her. My hands followed the shapely contours of her body. She well approved of that!
    In the kitchen I poured her a chilled white wine as she sailed into the bedroom to change into her apron. Her tiny pinafore hid nothing except her belly button. My eyes feasted over her beautiful protruding breasts and I marvelled at her shapely legs that led up to a fine pair of rounded buttocks. Her movements teased every bone in my body. She knew it and I knew it. But it was all part of our seduction plan!
    We had a good thing going. Sharon liked to flirt and set the music to match the mood. Now Beethoven’s pastoral sympathy No 6 filled the house. It awakened happy memories and brought together our union of friendship. The music unlocked our memories of the countryside, walks in the woods, picnics and lazy rivers and the smell of the earth that our love blanket had shared in an idyllic place. It all came back as she made preparations for the meal.
    I just loved to watch as she teased me with suggestive postures. A flirty wiggle of her buttocks and a swing of her melon breasts captured my attentions. An occasional glance at her sole captive audience held me prisoner until at last she came to sit next to me. We drank some more wine until desire got the better of us. Then before I knew it, I was free of my protesting clothes.
    Gently and skilfully she played with my toys until her lips sunk over me. For some ten minutes she worked her magic until the roof of my head exploded into oblivion. For a moment, there was stillness as the music filled in the unspoken words.
    Sharon rested her head upon my thighs and gave a smile of satisfaction. Her delicate fingers kneaded the soft shaft of my pride until she was satisfied I was spent. This was always her prelude to a protracted evening of pleasure.
    Now it was my turn to reciprocate attention. My hands stroked and rubbed in the oils she had brought to glide over her soft silky skin. I paid special attention to the nape of her neck and shoulders then worked my way around to her breasts as she rolled over. Her nipples stood erect and proudly pink as my tongue found its way around them. Then like a hungry baby, I kissed them with a suckle while my hand felt the moist response in her pink inviting vagina. As she pushed me down towards her, I could smell the want awaiting me in her swollen clitoris. Sharon responded with pleasurable thrusts as I got lost inside every crevice that required attention.
    It was some few minutes as her cries of pleasure locked me into her euphoria. With fast and shuddering movements, she came with an almighty wetness that left me wanting for breath. We lay for a while in each other’s arms.
    The smell of the cooking dinner alerted us to the joy of food. Sharon moved to the kitchen continuing to use the emphasis of her body for my approval. I made an effort to straighten up the cushions and replenish our empty glasses. It was more white wine for Sharon and an extra-large scotch for me.
    Beethoven’s music had finished just as the beef risotto became ready. It smelt delicious. It was back to the jazz again as we sat at table looking out at the river Thames. It was an enchanting setting. We brought each other up to date after denying there was no other woman in my life. It had to be that way as a cat fight between Aisha and Sharon would not be a pretty sight. And there was another woman