Bed and breakfast, a short story by shyboy. Date added: 2012-08-03. Times viewed: 9069.
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- Intro: A widowed man finds new life with a young lover MF Het Oral
Bed and breakfast
'If you don't mind just signing the Visitors' Book, Mr Wilkins, I'll show you to your room.'
They were standing in the brightly-lit hallway of the former Victorian Vicarage, which had been refurbished to a high standard - as it said in the brochure - and turned into a bright and cheerful bed and breakfast guest house by its current owners, John and Julie Tudor.
Not that Colin had seen anything of Mr Tudor since arriving ten minutes earlier.
He had been a regular visitor to 'The Old Vicarage' over a number of years, mainly with his late wife Rachael and had got to know the couple well in that time.
Julie was much younger than her husband, for whom she was his third wife, and tended to do most of the work around the house, making it a homely retreat for the weary traveller.
John usually made himself scarce when there were any chores that needed to be done, appearing mysteriously after supper, looking slightly dishevelled, nursing a bottle of Scotch and offering his guests 'a quick snifter' before bed.
'We were so sorry to hear about your poor wife,' Julie was purring now as Colin signed the leather bound vellum pages of the Visitors' Book. 'Such a tragic loss.'
'Yes, it was...thank you,' replied Colin, almost mechanically, so often had he had to respond to such sentiments in the twelve months since they'd lost Rachael.
He had been in mourning ever since, to the extent that his son and daughter, Ted and Veronica, were quite worried about him.
'Dad, you need to move on in your life,' Ronnie had told him when she called around to see him a couple of days earlier.
She had always been called Ronnie in the family and knew that if her father or mother ever called her 'Veronica' she was in deep trouble for something - usually for speaking her mind.
But Colin felt no anger towards his daughter for articulating what he had known for some time. Nothing more could be achieved by continuing to grieve for his beloved Rachael. It was indeed time to move on.
And so he had picked up the phone and called The Old Vicarage. Ronnie wasn't so sure. 'Do you think it's wise going there, Dad? There will be so many memories there for you....' she had said.
But Colin was sure it was the right thing for him to do at this precise time in his life. He needed to exorcise some ghosts and by visiting some of the old familiar haunts he would be taking his first steps towards rehabilitating himself back to normality.
The drive down to the country had helped clear his head, the little sports car that was his pride and joy slipping effortlessly around the lanes, the canvas roof lowered to allow the summer breeze to rifle through his thick dark brown hair.
At 45 he was of a similar age to Julie he reckoned as he followed her sashaying walk up the stairs to his room.
Her tight fitting jeans showed the outline of her still pert ass and long shapely legs and Colin wondered how her virtually geriatric husband managed to keep up with her in the marital bed.
As if to answer his thoughts, when they got to the landing at the top of the stairs, Julie turned to face him and said: 'I'm afraid poor old John won't be offering you any nightcaps this trip Mr Wilkins. He's gone a bit, you know, gaga and we've had to put him in a home. His brain's got a bit addled. I think his first two wives must have worn him out!'
Colin didn't know whether to laugh or offer Julie his condolences, but she helped him out by bursting into a fit of the giggles herself.
'Oh, I know we shouldn't laugh, poor old boy, but you're a man of the world Mr Wilkins.....'
'Colin, please. Call me Colin and may I....?'
'Call me Julie? Of course you can Mr Wil....er, Colin!'
They both laughed at this and as Julie opened the door to the room that was to be Colin's home for the next few days he felt as if a burden had been lifted from his shoulders. The burden of propriety. Of always, as a man in mourning for his departed wife, having to behave impeccably whenever he was in the company of an attractive woman.
Not that Julie was a stunning beauty. Her looks were reasonably pretty and she had kept her figure in fine trim following the birth eighteen years ago of her only daughter, Loretta.
She was the offspring not of Mr Tudor, but of a travelling salesman known to all as 'Sunny Jim', who had swept the then 27-year-old Julie off her feet and got her with child, whilst her alcoholic husband was sleeping it off in his favourite hiding place, the cupboard under the stairs.
When he sobered up and found out that his wife was pregnant, he was so happy to think that he had achieved such a feat, despite not having had an erection since their wedding night, that he believed her when she told him it was his own daughter she was carrying.
'Yes, it's just me and Lettie here now Colin. We try to keep the old place going, but it's very hard, especially in the winter when the number of visitors dries up and we still have the bills to pay......But we get by somehow,' she ended cheerfully, adding: 'Anyway, you don't want to hear about my troubles. I expect you're tired after your journey. You get yourself settled in and I'll make us both a nice cup of tea. Come down to the kitchen when you're ready and I might even be able to rustle up a slice of Victoria sponge to go with it. I know that's your favourite.'
After she had left him alone in the bright airy bedroom, the smell of Julie's perfume still hung in the air, its musky scent filling his nostrils and making him feel nostalgic for the days when he and Rachael had been sexually active.
Her final illness had been so virulent that the physical side of their relationship had ended almost a soon as she had been diagnosed, making it more than 18 months since Colin had enjoyed that special closeness that only lovers can experience.
Shaking his head he muttered to himself: 'Don't be so stupid Wilkins! Mrs Tudor is not remotely interested in you and anyway, she's a brunette and you prefer blondes!'
Scolding himself like this had become a bit of a habit over the past year or so and he realised just how important this trip was, as the first step towards getting back to living a normal life and being a bit more sociable.
He quickly unpacked his bag, had a freshen up in the en-suite bathroom and changed into clean clothes before almost skipping downstairs to find Julie and his tea and cake.
Tapping on the door marked 'Private' he stepped into the kitchen on hearing Julie call to him to 'come in!' Loretta was there too, busy preparing the evening meal for those, like Colin, who were prepared to pay extra to be fed twice a day.
'Hi Mr Wilkins!' she called out, looking up from chopping the carrots as he came into the room. 'Mum's just getting your cake from the back pantry. You can go through if you like.'
While Julie was pretty, her daughter was stunningly beautiful, with model looks and a figure to match. Even with her long blonde hair piled up on her head and tucked under a food hygiene hair net, as laid down by the local health authority, she still managed to look sexy.
'Oh, hello Loretta,' he mumbled, whilst berating himself for any carnal thoughts he might have had at sight of this kitchen beauty. He moved quickly through the kitchen to the pantry area, where Julie was cutting up the Victoria sponge, leaning forwards over the counter and presenting Colin with a fine view of her pert backside for the second time that afternoon.
He cleared his throat to let Julie know he was there and said: 'That looks fabulous! The cake I mean,' he added, in case she thought he meant her ass.
'Why Colin, what else would I think you meant?' she asked, chuckling at his discomfort. 'Come on, through here. This is our private quarters. We won't be disturbed in here and you can tell me all about what you've been doing with yourself since we last saw you.'
She picked up the tray bearing a pot of steaming tea, cups, saucers, two slices of sponge and all the usual accompaniments and led the way through to the Back Parlour.
In the days when the local Vicar had first occupied this building and had been provided by the Diocese with servants, this had been where they all lived. A butler, cook, scullery maid, chambermaid and housekeeper would live and work in close proximity in these few rooms at the back of the property.
Now, as the living quarters of the Tudors, it had been furnished to a high standard and altered to incorporate French doors, leading out to a sun terrace overlooking the extensive gardens, which in turn led down to the river that formed the southern boundary of the 150-year-old property.
Julie put the tray down on a side table and sat on the two-seater sofa, patting the cushion beside her to indicate that Colin should join her there.
She had changed since they met earlier and was wearing a knee length blue skirt that showed off her long tanned legs and a lacy blouse that showed off her nicely rounded breasts and deep cleavage. She had also renewed her perfume, which was smelling stronger than ever now and which Colin found almost overwhelming.
She passed him his cake and then poured the tea. 'There now,' she said. 'we're nice and cosy in here aren't we? I've told Lettie we don't want to be disturbed unless the place is on fire!
'Although God forbid that anything like that should happen. I forgot to ask John where he'd hidden the insurance policies before they carted him off to the funny farm!' she added, laughing loudly and almost causing Colin to choke on his mouthful of delicious sponge.
As the minutes ticked by and they consumed their tea and cake, Colin began to relax. He had been unaccountably on edge when he first sat down gingerly next to his sexy hostess, but now he felt a bond with her.
Both had lost loved ones since they last met, he his dear wife and she her dotty, but still lovable old rogue of a husband. Somehow this common experience of losing a familiar face from their lives was bringing them closer together.
So, when Julie placed her hand on his thigh and began to stroke it gently, he thought nothing of it. It seemed a perfectly natural thing to do.
And when he leaned back in the seat and rested his arm on the sofa behind her, it also seemed perfectly OK when she rested her head on his shoulder while they continued chatting about the traumas of recent months.
An hour had soon gone by and then another, but to Colin they seemed like only a few moments in time, so much was he enjoying Julie's company.
Somewhere off in the distance a clock chimed six. 'We're serving dinner soon,' Julie told him. 'I've told Lettie to cater for you and you'll be eating with us, so you don't have to make small talk with a bunch of strangers in the dining room. Not that we've got many in this week, but they're a dull old lot.'
Julie rose to her feet and bustled back towards the kitchen, calling over her shoulder: 'Make yourself at home!' before rejoining Loretta to supervise the serving up of the evening meal to her guests.
Colin stayed where he was and closed his eyes, drifting off into a quasi-slumber as he began to fully unwind.
His dreams had been troubled since learning of Rachael's diagnosis and following her passing, but now he felt serene and his inner thoughts were turning to Julie and how hospitable he would really like her to be.
A naked Julie was leaning over him in his semi-conscious state, her dark hair tumbling forward, her breasts swinging towards him as she rubbed his fully erect cock and asked him in a sultry, sexy voice if there was anything he didn't like.......
'No thank you,' he retorted. 'I love everything you've got!' And he reached out to touch Julie's full tits, tweaking her stiff nipples until a shriek brought him to his senses and he realised that, in his stupour he had been reaching out and grabbing the real Julie's breasts, rather than those of the Julie in his dream.
'Oh God! I'm so sorry!' he blurted out as he sat up and pulled his hands away from causing any more harm. 'That's quite alright Colin,' said Julie, smoothing down her blouse from where her guest's hands had been tugging at it in his dream. 'I was just asking you if there was any food that you don't like, but I gather you had other things on your mind!
'Your dinner is through here when you're ready!' she called out over her shoulder as a flustered Colin pulled himself together and set off after her retreating figure.
For the third time that day he got a good view of her sexy bum. What he wouldn't give to be behind her when they were both naked on a big four poster bed somewhere, he thought to himself, but shook his head to clear this vision before joining Julie and Lettie at the refectory table in the kitchen where their hot meals were waiting for them.
After a pleasant hour enjoying their food and each other's company, it was time for Julie and Lettie to clear away the guests' dining room and lay up the tables ready for breakfast the following day.
Colin thanked them both for their hospitality and retreated to his room, where he stripped off and enjoyed a nice relaxing bath, wrapping himself in the white towelling robe provided before settling down to watch the news headlines on the flat screen TV.
He must have nodded off, as he could remember nothing about the news until he became aware of a light tapping on his bedroom door. Crossing the room to see who it was he was surprised to find Lettie standing outside in the corridor, dressed in her night clothes.
They were hidden by a pretty pink negligee, which combined with the matching nightie worn underneath protected her modesty enough to be decent.
Both nightie and negligee fell short of her knees, revealing her long, slender, tanned legs, dainty ankles and feet, which were enclosed in a pair of pink fluffy slippers.
'Oh, hi Loretta,' said Colin, surprised to see Julie's daughter knocking on his door. He had half hoped to have a visit from her mother, but held out no great hope after his performance in the back parlour earlier.
He glanced quickly up and down the corridor, but could see no sign of Julie. Lettie stepped into the room, smiling shyly at him, as he held the door open for her. Pushing it closed he turned around and came face to face with his beautiful visitor, who rested her hands on the lapels of his robe and ran the tip of her tongue across her scarlet lips.
Colin was effectively trapped against the door and knew that if she came much closer, she would be able to detect just how excited he was by her presence.
'I'm not sure.....' he began, although what he wasn't sure about he really had no idea. He'd probably intended to say: 'I'm not sure if you being in here alone with me, with neither of us wearing much in the way of clothing is a very good idea.'
But he didn't say that and the stirring of his previously dormant cock beneath his robe told him that all his synapses were buzzing at the prospect of finding out if Lettie was there to offer him her services as a lover.
'Mum sent me,' said Lettie softly, her long fingers resting on his chest, their white-tipped false nails betraying her teenage devotion to popular fashion.
Her dark blue eyes scanned Colin's face, looking for a sign that this news had any deeper significance for him.
'Oh,' was all he could think to say, acutely conscious as he was of his cock slowly swelling, gradually lifting the front of his robe and giving away his highly erotic state.
Lettie clasped her hands around the back of his neck and drew his face towards hers until their lips almost met.
Colin was rigid with fear, scared to let himself go as he truly desired in case this young girl screamed for help, scared that even if she was here to have sex with him that his cock would go off like a rocket the moment she touched it and scared because.....well, just because it was almost two years since he had been this close to a sexy woman and, frankly, he had no idea what was expected of him.
Lettie sensed the tensions raging inside Colin's breast and murmured: 'It's OK. I'm here cos I want to be, not just because she sent me to you.'
'But why?' he stuttered. 'You could have any man you chose.'
'Mum says you remind her of my Dad. He was a lost soul too. We've decided to rescue you!' replied Loretta, gently rubbing Colin's face with the back of her fingers.
'We? You said we've decided....' said Colin, his guts churning and a deep ache starting to grow in his groin for this girl.
'Yeah, that's right,' said Lettie. 'I'm here to break you in gently, then Mum takes over later. She likes it rougher than me, if you get my drift?'
Colin's eyebrows shot up in surprise at this revelation and Lettie giggled, like the schoolgirl she had been but two years previously.
'Now then Mr Wilkins, are you going to get me out of these ridiculous flimsy clothes or not? I usually prefer to sleep naked, but Mum insisted I was half decent coming over to you and made me wear these.'
So saying, she broke away from Colin and spun around on the spot, rising on her toes like a ballerina before pulling open the negligee and slipping it off her shoulders to reveal the short pink nightie underneath.
Colin's cock was now at more than half mast and there was no more disguising his arousal.
Tugging open his robe he dropped it on the floor and walked naked towards where Lettie stood in the middle of the room, her gaze fixed on his growing erection, a slow grin spreading across her young face.
'Why, Mr Wilkins; Colin, is that all for little old me?' she asked him in a mock Southern States drawl. But Colin's previous inhibitions were now vanquished and he strode to where his beautiful semi-naked visitor was standing, scooped her up off the floor, took another stride and placed her firmly on the bed.
Grabbing hold of the hem of her nightie he pulled it up towards her head and helped her remove it so that they were both naked.
It was many years since he had seen an eighteen-year-old hottie like her lying naked on his bed and he spent a few moments just drinking in her virgin beauty.
The pink flush to her chest, her firm upturned breasts with their light brown areoles and darker, stiff nipples, her flat stomach leading to her freshly shaved mound and swollen labia.
Her pussy was leaking a little already and Colin had to mentally pinch himself to realise that this gorgeous young woman, hardly more than a girl really, was feeling aroused by the sight of his naked body and the prospect of having his erect cock pushed inside her body and the pleasure they would both have from this first sexual encounter.
Lettie looked up at him, her eyes sparkling, lips slightly apart, and said: 'You will be gentle with me won't you, only this is my first time....'
'What, your first.....you know?' asked Colin. Lettie nodded and grinned at him shyly.
'But why me? Why do you want it to be me who..er...you know?'
'Mum says you're a nice man and that you'll be kind...' replied Loretta, reaching towards him. 'Can I touch it?' she asked timidly.
Colin stood close to the edge of the bed and felt the young woman's soft fingers curl themselves around his thick seven inch cock.
'It's very big,' giggled Loretta. 'How on earth it's going to fit inside me....' she added, stroking it gently. 'Would you like me to suck on it? Mum tells me that men love that being done to them....'
'If you do that to me I can't promise I'll last very long,' said Colin. 'It has been months since I was with any woman, let alone a gorgeous young creature like you.'
'Mum said you might come too quickly,' said Lettie. 'But she said if I sucked you off first and got it over with, you'd soon recover and then you'd last much longer!'
'Your mother sounds like a woman of the world,' commented Colin, as he began to kneel on the bed. 'Did she tell you about mutual pleasuring?'
'What you mean like a sixty-nine?' asked Lettie. 'I've done that with boys before, but never let them, well....you know, go all the way.'
'You're full of surprises tonight Loretta, that's for sure,' said Colin as he laid beside her and leaned over her to kiss her breasts, suckling each nipple in turn while he used his hands to squeeze the soft mounds of flesh on which they were perched.
Lettie clutched him around the back of his neck and pressed him to her bosom, muttering: 'God, that feels fantastic. I love having my titties sucked. It makes my pussy tingle....'
Colin's fingers sought out Lettie's slit as if to verify her statement and found her wet pussy puffed up and ready for its first taste of cock.
Sliding two fingers inside her hot hole he brought them up to his lips and smeared her juices across them before kissing Lettie on the lips, to let her taste her own honey.
Lying back on the bed he told her: 'Suck my cock now sweetheart and let me see your pussy while you do it.'
Like an obedient spaniel, the teenager did as she was told, kneeling across Colin's stomach, her ass in his face while she grabbed his stiff shaft and began sucking the shiny purple head, swirling her tongue from the V at its base, around the snake's eye and back via the mushroom cap to the base again.
Colin could feel his balls getting tighter, but focused his attention on Lettie's dripping pussy, using his fingers to pull her open and then probing inside her tight young cunt with his strong tongue, using the tip to flick her engorged clit and channeling her free flowing juices down his throat.
He felt her body stiffen as he continued his assault on her love bud and knew she was approaching her orgasm, even as she continued to swallow his cock.
As she began to jerk and whimper at the arrival of her climax, her fingers moved even more rapidly up and down Colin's shaft and he was soon spurting his hot sticky jism into her mouth, making her gag as it hit the back of her throat.
'Aw fuck! 'Scuse my swearing,' she cried as she rolled onto her back, panting and rubbing her still tingling pussy. 'That was awesome!'
A trail of cum was making slow progress down her chin and Colin moved across the bed to kiss her on the lips, licking his own spunk from her face as he did so.
'You're the awesome one young Loretta,' he said, gently squeezing her firm young tits and rubbing her still stiff nipples with his thumbs.
'Oh my God Colin! I've told you already what that does to me,' she scolded him as she placed her hands on top of his, to stop him arousing her passions so soon after her orgasm.
'I know what I'd like to be doing to you Lettie and if you give me a short time to recover I'll show you just what I mean!' said Colin, who had never had problems maintaining an erection and had always enjoyed some long, hot sessions with his late wife before her demise.
'I can feel him on my leg,' giggled Lettie. 'He still feels hard to me!'
'Perhaps if you give him a little stroke.....?' Lettie did as instructed and soon had Colin's rod as stiff as it had been earlier.
He began to kiss his way down her fit young body, placing his mouth over her mound and tonguing her slit before taking hold of her ankles and pushing her legs back towards her shoulders, exposing her swollen pussy and the neat little rosebud asshole just below it.
Colin was making reassuring noises, sensing that Lettie was feeling nervous at the prospect of having her cherry popped by his monster cock.
'Just relax sweetheart,' he murmured. 'I'm just going to rub you gently with my knob, get you used to the feel of it. I'm not going to hurt you, but it might sting a bit when I go right in. OK? Are you ready?'
Loretta nodded, turning her head to one side and biting her knuckles as Colin leaned forward, pressing her knees against her shoulders, squashing her tits with her thighs as he inched his cock past her pussy lips, which opened and then closed behind his helmet as he went in deeper.
'Fuck! Argh! Sorry!' she cried as he broke through her hymen and made contact with her G-spot. A smear of blood could be seen on his cock as he pulled it out slowly.
'God! That feels SO big,' she said as Colin pushed in again a bit deeper this time. He hesitated, not sure if her whimpers were a sign that he was hurting her too much, but she told him: 'Don't stop! Just keep fucking me......Please,' remembering her manners in her moment of wide-eyed wonder at what was happening to her body.
Colin was finding it hard to restrain his natural instinct to fuck her hard, but had no wish to ruin the poor girl and so kept a slow, steady rhythm to his thrusts in and out of her tight virgin cunt, gradually building up speed as each of them felt their peaks approaching.
'Yes! Yes! Yes!' Lettie chanted in time to Colin's accelerated fucking of her fully stretched pussy, changing her cries to: 'Yes! Fuck! Yes! Fuck! as she felt her orgasm getting close and then again to: 'Oh fuck yes! Fuck me! God! Yesssss!' as Colin pumped his hot, creamy spunk inside her arched body.
As he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back, he heard a soft sob from Loretta's side of the bed, her chest still heaving as she tried to catch her breath, her head turned away from him as she silently grieved for her lost innocence.
Colin leaned across and kissed her gently on top of the head. 'Don't cry pet,' he told her. 'It won't be like that every time. You might even grow to enjoy it!'
Lettie turned to face him, giggling despite her eyes being full of tears. 'I'm not crying cos you hurt me, silly' she said. 'Just cos it's such a big thing for me, losing my cherry. I'm sort of happy and sad all at the same time.'
Colin pulled her towards him, placing his arm around her shoulders as another shuddering sob escaped from her chest.
Her beautiful hair was matted with sweat and her breasts also glistened with perspiration, as well as having the post coital rosy glow that told him she was still feeling fully aroused after her experience.
'Has it put you off sex?' he asked, concerned that he might have ruined her mentally, if not physically.
'If you mean do I want you to shag me again, then the answer is definitely yes,' she told him. 'But maybe not tonight. I just need some time to myself to think over a few things. Anyway, if you remember, I'm only the warm-up act!'
Colin looked puzzled. 'Warm-up act?' he asked.
'Yeah. Mum's all tarted up in her boudoir awaiting your pleasure, so best you make yourself decent and get up there. She sleeps in the turret room at the top of the house. I was under strict instructions not to wear you out. She's got plans for you, she has. And they don't just involve giving you bed and breakfast!'
To be continued
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