Chapter 1

When Rachel was a school girl, she was interested in rugby. Not as a player but as a spectator. She liked to watch rugby matches. She wasn't interested in watching the game as such but she was interested in looking at the hunky players.

That was how at the age of 16 she met Brandon, a rugby player, who at 36 was 20 years older than her. Within weeks she got pregnant, left school, and married him. Nine months later she gave birth to a son whom they named Ben.

Sixteen years later, her son was 15 years old and a rugby player at school. He was well-built for his age, and that helped his game. Of course he was handsome too. Rachel was proud of her son. She liked him a lot.

Rachel had always been a housewife. Brandon had been a good husband, although he was 20 years older. Though older he had managed to match her intense drive for sex. But now at 52, the back injury he had suffered years ago while playing rugby was causing him problems. He was suffering from a slipped disc. Therefore he was unable to fuck often. Each time he fucked he ended up with severe back pain. So, his sex activities were very limited. If he fucked, he did it slowly and ended it quickly for fear that he might aggravate his back. On the other hand, at 32 Rachel's hunger for sex was even more intense than before. She wanted to be fucked vigorously, and she wanted prolonged fucking, but she had to accept the fact that her husband couldn't make love like that.

Rachel's best friend from school was Peggy. She too had been interested in rugby players and they had gone to watch rugby matches together, and dated together. Peggy too got pregnant with a rugby player, left school, married him at the age of 16, and nine months later gave birth to a son and remained a housewife. Like Rachel she was also 32 and had a 15 year-old son, Jim. Rachel and Peggy's sons were good friends, went to the same school and were school rugby players.

Rachel envied Peggy because her husband, Jock, was only 8 years older than Peggy. He was very handsome; more stoutly built than her husband Brandon, and was only 40 years old. He was in perfect physical condition. Surely he was still making love to Peggy frequently, thought Rachel.

The two families lived about half a mile apart at Orford, Warrington. Their husbands worked in the same company until two months ago when Brandon took up a well paying job in an international company. This required him to stay and work in London from Mondays to Wednesdays. On Thursdays and Fridays he worked at the office in his hometown, Warrington. This caused Rachel great frustration. She was not getting enough sex from her husband. Since he turned 50, his back pain reduced their love making sessions to once or twice at most per week. This was a far cry from the three times or more he fucked her each day before that.

During the last 2 months, since Brandon had to be in London for four days, he fucked her only once a week when he was home during the weekend. That wasn't enough for the young hot Rachel. She wanted to fuck daily, and several times each day. Her hunger for sex was that intense. But she bore her frustration with stoic patience.

One Sunday evening after her husband had left for London, Rachel came down with high fever. A couple of panadol tablets failed to make her feel better. In fact she felt worse. When she became too weak to walk, she knew she needed help. But her husband was in London and she was alone with her 15 year old son, Ben.

Rachel phoned Peggy, her best friend. Immediately she and her husband, Jock, came over. After looking at her condition, Jock took her to hospital. Meanwhile Peggy took Ben to her house to stay with her 15 year-old son, Jim. The two boys were friends and attended the same High School.

Before leaving for hospital, Rachel asked Jock and Peggy not to phone her husband to inform him of her condition. "We mustn't disrupt his work since he's on a new job," she had said.

At the private hospital, the doctor on duty admitted Rachel for observation and treatment. Rachel was given some medicine and she soon slept. The nurse advised, "A close relative can stay the night with her."

Jock phoned his wife Peggy, "Rachel has been admitted. I'd better stay here with her in case she needs help. Let Ben sleep over at our place. Tomorrow morning send the boys off to school."

"All right, Jock."

Jock sat beside Rachel's bed, and looked at her... She and his wife were good friends as they had been classmates. But Rachel excelled in beauty and sex appeal.

Jock had secretly wished that he had married Rachel. Peggy was a good wife, sexy and wild in bed but for some unexplainable reason he desired Rachel.

Rachel had taken superb care of her figure. She was 32 but looked as if she was 20. Nobody would believe that she had a 15 year-old son. She had lovely blonde hair, beautiful face with sparkling eyes, full rosy cheeks and full lush lips. Even in sleep she looked ravishing.

Jock had also admired her fabulous figure. She was shapely, with narrow waist, full round buttocks, and magnificent boobs. She had always looked luscious since the age of 16 but now, at 32, she was fuller in the body but this only increased her voluptuousness. Yes, she was absolutely voluptuous. She oozed sex.

As he sat next to the bed, he took her hand and kissed it softly. "God, help her to get well by morning," he prayed. Eventually, he slumped in a nearby chair and slept. Now and again he was woken up during the night when the nurse came in to take Rachel's temperature and pulse.

The new nurse who came in before dawn said, "Don't worry, sir. Your wife should be all right."

He did not want to tell the nurse that he wasn't her husband for fear that she might not allow him to stay with her. Only a close relative was normally allowed. But the nurse's assumption that he was her husband thrilled him. How I wish I am!

Early morning Rachel woke up slowly. A smiling Jock asked anxiously, "How do you feel now. Rachel?"

"Better, but I still feel weak. Have you been here all night, Jock?"

"Yes," he smiled.

"Oh my God! You shouldn't have! The nurses could have taken care of me."

"No, Rachel. What are friends for if I can't even be here to keep an eye on you?"

"That's so wonderful of you, Jock! Thank you very much. It's so nice of you!" Rachel liked Jock. He was handsome, attractively built, and friendly.

"Don't mention it, Rachel. We are long time friends, you know. And it is my pleasure to help you."

Later the doctor came and suggested that she stay one more day at the hospital. They needed to observe her and do some blood tests. Jock phoned his wife and told her about it. She came over and stayed with Rachel while Jock got ready to return home to bathe and change his clothes.

Rachel handed him her house keys and said," Can you please go to my house and bring me some clothes? I too need to change my clothes."

"What type of clothes?"

"Well, you have seen what I usually wear. Just bring some which you think are suitable."

When he returned to the hospital, Peggy returned home to prepare meals for the boys who would come home after school.

After Peggy had left, Rachel took the bag of clothes that Jock had brought and got off the bed to go to the bathroom to change. After two steps she felt dizzy and wobbled on her feet. Immediately Jock rushed to her and held her by the waist. She dropped the bag of clothes and put her arms around his body and rested her head on his shoulders.

Jock held her against close and said softly, "It's the rush of blood. Don't worry, Rachel. You'll be okay in a minute."

For the first time, he was holding this gorgeous woman against his body. Her big breasts were pressed against his chest. Her hips were touching his hips and his hands were around her supple waist. Jock was excited.

Rachel, in spite of her dizziness, felt some thrilling comfort in holding on to Jock. She liked his strong body. She felt better and could have pulled away but pretended that she was still feeling dizzy and continued to hold on to this he-man. Only after three minutes, Rachel moved slowly away and said, "I'm okay now. Thank you, Jock." She took the bag and examined what he had brought.

Not bad. Jock had brought her one of her favourite tight pants and blouse. He had also brought a fresh pair of panty and bra.

Jock smiled at her and asked, "Hope I have brought the right ones. I usually see that you wear tight pants or hot pants."

"Yes Jock. You have brought the right pants. The hot pants might not be appropriate here."

"Sorry I didn't bring any T-shirt, which you usually wear."

"You have made the right decision. The blouse is more suitable here." At home she liked to wear more daringly. Her husband and son liked the way she dressed.

Then she went into the adjoining bathroom. When she came out, Rachel looked gorgeous in her blouse and tight pants. The pants clung to her full shapely thighs, hips and buttocks. The bra and blouse failed to hide the wonderful forward thrust of her big breasts. Her hair cascaded down in profusion around her beautiful face.

Rachel was aware of Jock's eyes roaming all over her body. She pretended that she wasn't aware. In fact she knew that he had for years ogled at her body when he thought she wasn't aware. This was not unusual. Many men and teenage boys had ogled at her furtively. Even her son had done that. Secretly she liked that. She knew and was proud that she had a sexy body.

"I'll be okay, Jock. You can go to work."

"No Rachel. I've taken a couple of days off. I want to be here with you the whole day. In case you need any help."

"Oh Jock! What a kind and caring soul you are!" Inwardly she was happy that she could spend some time with him, albeit in the hospital.

They chatted about this and that while the nurses came and took blood samples for tests, and gave her medication. Rachel was feeling better and better. The morning became warmer and there was lovely sunshine outside. The garden outside looked inviting.

"Shall we take a walk in the garden?"

"Am I allowed to, Jock? I'm a patient, you know."

Jock rang the bell for the nurse. When she came he asked her whether he could take Rachel out for a walk.

"Yes, if your wife feels she is strong enough to walk."

When the nurse went out, Rachel and Jock looked at each other and burst into light laughter. But they didn't say anything. Jock took her hand and they went to the garden. It was exhilarating, walking with the most gorgeous woman he had ever known. Rachel hoped he would put his arm around her but he didn't.

They walked for a few minutes, admiring the plants and flowers, and breathing in the fresh air.

"I feel a bit tired, Jock"

"Do you want to go back to the room?"

"No. I'd like to be here for a while. It's a lovely day. How about sitting down?"

They found a garden bench beneath a shady tree. As they turned towards the bench, they collided with each other and they lost their balance. Jock managed to sit down on the bench and hold on to Rachel to prevent her from falling. She flopped on his lap and threw her arms around his neck for balance. Jock gathered her body close to his and they burst out laughing, but neither of them made any effort to separate. She continued to sit on his lap and he continued to hold her.

Jock could feel her warm exciting body. Her arms were around his neck! Her buttocks were right on his crotch! Rachel felt Jock's manly embrace. She liked the thrilling feeling he gave her. She hoped he would hug her but he didn't. After their laughter, she slid reluctantly off his lap and sat beside him.

Smiling and jokingly they chatted. "Thank you for preventing me from falling."

"You are welcome. If I did not hold on to you, I might have fallen myself."

"Sorry for throwing my weight on you," she smiled.

"You did not throw a weight, Rachel. You threw a gorgeous body on me." He smiled, hoping she wouldn't take offense at his words. She didn't. She just smiled back. "What a nice thing to say."

Then they talked about mundane things. Suddenly bird droppings from the tree above fell on Rachel's lap, soiling her pants at the upper thigh. The wet fresh stuff dripped down her pants to her inner thigh area.

"OH my!" exclaimed Rachel and got up "My pants! A mess!"

Jock got up also. "Sorry Rachel." He took out his handkerchief. "Do you want to clean up the stuff yourself or shall I do it for you?"

"I can do it." Rachel reached for the handkerchief.

"But you might dirty your hand."

"Yes, that's possible."

"Let me clean your pants for you, Rachel."

Rachel wanted him to touch her thighs. Smiling inwardly she said, "All right Jock. Sorry for troubling you."

"Don't mention it, Rachel." He smiled and started to wipe away the mess. When he touched her inner thigh she shivered. He knew she was feeling his touch. He liked the way her thigh felt, firm and yet supple in spite of the pants. After cleaning as best as he could he threw away the handkerchief. Rachel was disappointed that he didn't take advantage of the situation to caress her thigh, as some men might have done.

There still remained dirty marks on her pants. As she turned away, Jock saw dirty dust on the bottom of her pants.

"Rachel, your pants are dirty... here." He pointed to her bottom. "The bench must have been dusty."

"Oh my!"

"May I clean it?"

Rachel could have brushed off the dust. But the fact that Jock had asked her for permission to clean interested her. Probably he wanted to touch her again, she thought.

"Yes, please," she smiled. She wanted him to touch her.

He knelt behind her and with his bare hands started to brush away the dirt, slowly making his fingers press into her supple bottom. Rachel could feel the fingers rubbing her bottom through the pants. She hoped he would caress her but he didn't. Why? Didn't he like her? What she didn't know was that Jock wanted to fondle her lovely buttocks but he was afraid. He was afraid of messing up their friendship by behaving like a dirty man.

"I need to change but I have no fresh pair of pants."

"Outside the hospital there are shops. I'll go and get some for you."

"Thank you, Jock." Then they went back to the ward. Fortunately nobody took any notice of her dirty pants.

Jock went out and soon came back and gave her a plastic bag. "Here area two tight pants and two panties, in case you need to change pants tomorrow also."

"Panties also?"

"Yes, in case the mess had seeped through your pants and soiled your..."

"Oh Jock! How thoughtful of you. How much did they cost you? I'll pay for them."

"No Rachel. Please accept them with my compliments."

"How sweet of you!" Then she went into the bathroom to change.

Jock had bought tight pants that were similar to those that she usually wore. But Rachel noticed that the panties were mini ones. She got into one of the new panties and tight pants.

When she came out, Jock saw that the tight pants fitted her perfectly, displaying her curvy hips, round buttocks and shapely thighs.

"Are they okay?"

"Yes Jock. They are perfect. Thank you."

"Actually I thought of buying the modern type of tight pants, but I wasn't sure you would have liked them."

"Modern types? What do you mean?" asked Rachel curiously.

"Haven't you noticed? Women and girls nowadays wear low waist pants and skirts. You should also wear them."

"Will they be good on me?"

"Definitely. You have a fabulous figure for such wear."

Rachel was thrilled to hear that. He had said fabulous figure. That showed he liked her body. Well, what man wouldn't? Considering the way men had ogled her?

"You think so?"

"Yes Rachel. You should consider wearing low waist pants and skirts."

"I'll have to think about it."

"Hope you'd do more than think. I hope you'd wear them... at least for me to see." Jock smiled as if he was joking.

"But I don't have any low waist pants."

"If I get them for you, will you wear them?"

"Surely I can't wear them here, Jock."

"I know. May be some day when you are out of the hospital?"

"May be. We'll see."

Just then the hospital staff brought food for her.

"Get into bed, Rachel and let me feed you."

"Oh no! I can eat myself."

"But you are a patient, Rachel."

"But I'm not that sick, Jock," she laughed.

"For me you are. Please, let me have the pleasure of feeding you."

Well, why not? This might help them to become closer friends. She liked him and she wanted him to like her. "All right," she said and got into bed, sat back against the headboard and tied the napkin around her neck.

Jock stood close to the bed and fed her spoon by spoon. Occasionally he wiped off any food that got stuck around her mouth. They chatted lightly, she thanking him for his kindness and help, and he saying how happy he was to feed her. Jock never said or did anything funny. This impressed Rachel. She liked him, she told herself.

"All right, you take a nap, Rachel. I'll go to the canteen and eat something." Then Jock went out. When he came back she was asleep.

In the evening Peggy brought Ben and Jim to visit Rachel. Rachel was very happy to see them. After exchanging kisses on the cheek, they chatted lightly. Jock returned home to bathe and change clothes.

"Thank you for taking care of Ben, Peggy," said Rachel.

"Don't mention it, Rachel. We are good friends and so are our sons."

"When will you be discharged, mom?" asked her son Ben.

"The results of the blood tests are expected tomorrow. If everything is okay, I should be able to go home tomorrow."

"I hope so, mom."

The boys stood aside some distance away from the bed while Rachel chatted with Peggy. While they did so, Rachel's eyes furtively took in the appearance of the two boys. Peggy's son and her son were 15 year-olds. Both were handsome in their own way. Both were tall, stoutly built and very attractive. She also realized that the two boys were ogling furtively her body as she stood near the bed. Rachel felt happy but at the same time she also felt embarrassed by the trend of her thoughts.

Eventually Jock returned to the hospital and Peggy returned home with the two boys. Jock had volunteered to stay at the hospital that night also. That evening also Jock insisted on feeding Rachel.

As Rachel was feeling almost normal, she said that she felt like going out to breathe in the fresh air. It was also a warm evening. The sun had already set and it wasn't bright outside.

When the nurse had come and taken her pulse, Rachel asked, "May I go out for a walk?"

The nurse replied, "Why not? But don't stay out too long with your husband." After the nurse left, Jock and Rachel looked at each other, grinned and laughed softly. This was the second time the nurses had said something like that, and inwardly both of them felt happy.

"If your husband hears that, he'd kill me."

"Luckily he is in London." They laughed again, and holding hands went to the garden.

They chatted about unimportant things and ambled about, holding each other's hand. Rachel hoped he would put his arm around her waist but he didn't. He was too nice to her. She wanted to test him.

Hoping he wouldn't notice it, Rachel walked closer to him so that their hands touched their thighs. He didn't pull away. Next her shoulder kept brushing against his shoulder. He didn't pull away. Now she knew that he was only afraid to make any move. He didn't mind it if she made the move. But she too hesitated. How sure was she? How far could she go? So, apart from shoulder touching shoulder, hands touching thighs, and thighs touching thighs, they didn't do anything else.

"Very likely they will discharge me tomorrow, Jock."

"Hope so, but... but..."

"But what, Jock?"

"I will miss taking care of you, ha, ha, h..."