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By *andyrod1 OP Man
over a year ago
St Margaret's at Cliffe |
I met Jean at a night club near Wolverhampton back in the mid 80s, l was in the RAF on a 6 month course at RAF Cosford and a few of us had gone out for the evening.
Jean was in the club with a friend, we got talking and hit it off straight away, ending up having a slow dance together at the close of play, kissing passionately on the dance floor.
We arranged to meet the following evening, l didn't drive but one of the lads would be my taxi for the night.
I met Jean at a pub, she was early twenties, slim with blonde curly hair. She told me she was from a traveller family and loved nearby and that we should go to her place.
She took me to a red brick terraced house, her friend from the club was there but left immediately, giving me a wink as she left.
Jean led me upstairs, l looked into a bedroom and saw two cots with very small babies in them. "They are mine, twins and eight weeks old. I am married but he works nights and is crap in bed, please stay with me" she blurted out.
I held her by the arms, "l'm going nowhere" l assured her.
With a smile she took me into her bedroom. We kissed, long and hard, l could feel her nipples hardening through the thin material of her blouse. As l kissed her neck l started to unbutton her blouse, her full breasts overflowing from a too small bra.
The bra came off, she had nice tits, a little saggy, with hard, pink nipples that l started sucking on.
I was rock hard, l had been seeing a girl in Shifnal but she was a virgin and determined to remain one until marriage, l had a lot of cum to dispense!
Jean undid my jeans and my cock stood up like a flagpole, she dropped to her knees and started sucking greedily.
I felt like l was close to cumming very soon so pulled out of her mouth, stripping her nakes, she had a good body with pale skin, covered her stomach as she had stretch marks, l gently pushed her back on the bed, moving her hands away and gently kissing her stretch marks, then moving down to the golden curly triangle of pubes, lapping at her sex with my tongue.
She stiffened and let out a gasp "Fucking hell, I'm coming" and a jet of clear fluid came out. I moved up and slid into her, she gasped again, "Yes, fuck me" as l moved in and out of her, building up the pace, she started to cum again, l exploded inside her, filling her with my seed.
We lay in each others arms, she told me her husband was a bit of a Leftie, selling the Socialist Worker magazine in Birmingham on Saturdays.
I saw Jean numerous times but it ended when my course finished and l was posted to Brize Norton, Jean fell out of my memory until l watched Ozark, Jean was the spitting image of Julia Garner!
Wherever she is now, l hope she is happy. |
