Chapter 6

Mrs Jones is a 30-year-old housewife; a slim respectable looking lady who is a Dental Receptionist in a London, Hampstead surgery.

But I’ve found appearances can sometimes be deceptive.

I was in a smart Hampstead lunch-bar when she came in - her short styled dark hair countered the crisp-white high-necked dental tunic she wore. She sure did look classy.

She was on a coffee break from the surgery next door, and the pair of 38’s that extended from her white tunic-top, rather caught my eye!

She gave me a wry smile as she passed me to place her order at the counter; then she chose to sit near me; so I got chatting to her.

I told her my name was Jack; she told me hers was Amber. I asked if I could join her; she said Ok.

Alex, her husband of eight years is a bank clerk and they live in an apartment block near the Elephant and Castle in London’s east end.

Then, I guess, to keep me interested, she began telling me about an affair she was having with Bradley, a young Jamaican boy in her apartment block! ... I found her candour fascinating! ~

“Well, over breakfast the following morning, my husband casually bought up the subject of young Bradley, “Uh; you reckon on seeing that boy across the hall any-time this coming week?”

“Alex! Really! You’ve got a mind like a sewer!!” I said, “It’s not the kind of thing a husband should be thinking about at breakfast time!”

“Oh ... I see ... yes.” There was disappointment in Alex’s expression, but he nodded slowly, seeming to agree to with my logic. “I just wondered if you intended going further with him? That’s all Amber.”

“We’ll just have to wait and see; I know it excites you, but don’t rush me Alex ... okay?”

“Sure Honey! You take your time; but just let me know one thing; when you do do it, are you going to swallow his juice?” He chuckled.

“Alex, you crud; your utterly void of any romance; do you know that? He’s a very nice boy! ... And I have no intention of scaring that lad by sucking him off before he’s ready for it; okay!”

“Mm, sure ... just wish I could see you doing it; that’s all. “ he mumbled.

Mrs Jones paused - then smiled at me before continuing more softly, and I saw the twinkle in her lovey jade eyes. I now leaned forward, cupping my head in my hands; just listening.

“Well ... later, I was in the hallway waiting for the elevator; when a Caribbean lady emerge from Bradley’s apartment. She came and waited alongside me. She was around my height of 5’8” but slimmer. I smiled and greeted her, “Hello; are you Bradley’s mother?”

“Why yes, I am?” Her voice was gentle and cultured; her eyes the same brown as Brads. I held out my hand to her, and hers came gently into mine, “I’m Amber Jones; your son knocked on our door the other morning to borrow some milk; he told me you’d moved into 504.”

“Oh Mrs Jones! Yes, that was most kind of you; So sorry I’ve not had time to thank you!”

“Well yesterday your son Bradley kindly carried up my groceries from my car, which was really most helpful Mrs Conners.”

“Oh I’m pleased about that Mrs Jones; my names Margo; and actually Bradley is still in bed! ... Oh good, here’s the elevator! I’m running a bit behind this morning.”

I entered the elevator behind her and by the time we emerged on the ground floor I was aware that Margo was a single mother who worked at the departmental store in town; and the bus from here, stopped right outside the store she worked in!

So we had parted company, agreeing to get together sometime and I went to the our store for the items I needed.

But I was soon back in my kitchen; alone and thoughtful. Uneasy having met Bradley’s mother. Mrs Conners was a nice lady; a good person.

I nibbled my forefinger thoughtfully; while caressing my breast, knowing that just across the hall, Bradley was also alone; and probably near naked in his bed ... and It put me in mind of a time when I, as a youngster at home, had been in bed alone ... Mother having left the house early that morning.

My Dad had come into my bedroom ... just after I’d taken a shower ... I was still naked and I was bent over my bed ... I’d gasped as his tongue had found my pussy from behind; and then felt his tongue sliding over my ass-hole!...

He’d never done anything like that before!!

I’d spun round to face him!

Then he’d slid his finger all the way into my wet pussy!

I sort of screeched at him! - Then he took it out and shoved it hard into my back passage! That was such a dirty thing for a Father to do to his daughter ... but I’d climaxed hard, my pussy clenching with pleasure... “Ahaa! Fucking great Amber!” he’d said with a dirty chuckle.

Then I saw his cock ... about eight inches ... like a donkey.

I’d felt sick with fear ... and excitement; But I still wanted to suck it! ... and for the first time I realised I was a slut ... And so here I was ... in my kitchen ... knowing that just across the hall way, Bradley Conners was also alone; and probably near naked in his bed!

I knew it was too good an opportunity to pass up; so within minuets I’d crossed the hallway to 504 and rang the bell.

Brad had come to the door bare-footed, hair tousled and in his bed-wear; a baggy top and boxer shorts; and when I said I’d bought some milk, he simply allowed me in; acting unsurprised. He was playing it cool and casual like myself; hiding his alarm beneath a cloak of normality.