Tim and Abbie 21: Friday morning
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Posted:Sep 19, 2020 1:58 pm
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Friday dawns clear and nice outside. The sun is shining, making the May air feel even warmer. After morning fun, Abbie and Tim are up and ready to head back to the apartment to finish emptying it.
Tim knows they need to get a rented truck to move the larger items, and going out the door, he mentions it to Abbie. As they reach the car, Les comes over and asks if they need help today moving? Tim realizes that a third person would be an asset considering what they want to move and thanks Leslie warmly.
Les drives, as it is her car, first to a truck rental where Tim gets a small truck that will hold everything. He motors it to Abbie’s flat as Les and Abbie in the car follows him.
It is fast work, starting at o’clock. The kitchen has nothing to worry about. The knick-knacks from the living room are boxed and ready. Only the desk is going. Tim does ask about the television, but Abbie tells him it was part of the furnishing. The bathroom and linen closet are emptied and packed, which only leaves the bedroom to finish. All the rest of Abbie’s clothes are carried out. Some in Les’s car, others in the truck.
The mattress and springs are off the bed, and the frame disassembled. Tim likes the idea of them keeping the bed they first indulged on. The sheets and comforter are rolled up and put into a large garbage bag to take and wash at their house. The pillows go into another bag. Everything is moved by the door, ready to be carried out.
They all transport the boxes and bags to the car. Then the desk drawers taken out and carried to the truck. The desk now is easy for the three to lift and move to the truck. Finally, first the mattress, then the springs, are carried out in the same way. Tim on the lead end, with Abbie and Les holding up the rear. Luckily, the apartment complex is empty at this time of the morning. The elevator is available at their ring, making getting everything down to the main floor easy.
The head and footboards are the last to leave. Then looking around the flat to see if anything is forgotten, Abbie reaches out to Tim and wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him. She says as she does, “It is sad to be leaving this apartment as it holds memories of us together from the start. But those memories will always be there. And moving forward to a wonderful life together in our magnificent house, I couldn’t ask for anything more.”
Tim hugs her as she declares this and responds, “I know what you mean, Abbie, and I will miss our time and discoveries here, but the future is awaiting us, and I cannot wait to start that adventure.”
Both happy, Abbie realizes she has forgotten one thing in the whirlwind move. Abbie runs to her bedroom and the vanity she has loved. The list of the rules she and Tim agreed to is taped to one side. She takes it off and rolls it up, not to crease it. But then Abbie stands for a minute as tears form. She calls out to Tim. He is at her side immediately. In a small voice, Abbie says, “I’m sorry, Tim, but in the turbulence of clearing everything out, I forgot about this. Could we take the vanity too? It would fit in the spare room also when we fix it up.”
Tim puts his arms around Abbie’s waist and squeezes her, saying, “There is still room in the truck, and this is not too heavy, I can carry it if you get the stool.” Les helps Tim move the vanity out to make sure the mirror does not get damaged. Abbie lingers behind. She looks over where she has lived for the last several years. Remembering all that in the recent past happened here.
She is not long. After dropping off her keys to the manager’s office, she is with Tim and Les as he closes the truck. It is almost when the truck and car make the short trip to Abbie’s new home. Unpacking is easy. The mattress and bed and vanity will stay in the garage until the room is ready for them. The desk is taken to the study, and it fits so nicely near Tim’s desk and printer. They will have to get Abbie set up for the Wi-Fi here.
It is incredible that at a little after , they have unloaded everything and put most away. Tim returns the truck with Les, always supportive, following him to give him a ride back home. In thanks, he invites Les to join them for dinner around -thirty. She accepts as they both go into their homes.
Tim calls to Abbie, who is upstairs. He climbs the stairs and is confronted with his small room in front of him. The door is opened wide, and he sees that Abbie has added the hairbrush he has used on her for discipline sitting next to the one he took from his ’s dresser.
Everything is unpacked as much as able to for now. After Les leaves, Tim and Abbie have a bite to eat. They are both aching for an interlude about now. They hadn’t played this morning, and yesterday feels so far away. And they are on vacation for a long weekend, well a working long weekend, but still.
The dishes cleared and cleaned, Abbie and Tim kiss longingly. Both are wanting each other so fully. Abbie bends over the kitchen table and tells Tim just to use a little olive oil sitting on the counter as lube.
Hearing Abbie say this somehow triggers Tim’s desire even more. He brings the bottle over to the table, lifts Abbie’s dress over her back, and pulls her pantie down to her ankles. He drops his pants and boxers. Tim pours some of the oil over his tip and shaft. Then drippling some down Abbie’s slit and over her back vagina. His fingers work for a while as both moans as he makes sure Abbie is well lubed. Just the action of his fingers up in Abbie does stimulate Tim immensely.
Hard and ready, with Abbie trembling in anticipation before him, Tim guides his cock to Abbie’s special vag. Just pressing in his glans to start. Tim waits for Abbie to relax and take him fully in. Both are learning how to maximize each sexual interlude for the most pleasure for both.
Abbie moans with contentment as Tim presses more and more of him in her. Filling her canal thoroughly. She pulsates against Tim, as Abbie feels Tim’s cock also throbbing against the sides of her cavern.
The first time acceding in this position, Tim does realize he cannot into Abbie’s eyes, but right now, it is an animal lust crashing over them. Tim does bend and kiss the back of Abbie’s neck, which she reveals in understanding Tim’s message.
Faster and faster, they pump together. Tim moves his hand to the front of Abbie’s bent body and grasps her clit/cock to jerk it. Tim is learning more and more. He does not want, in any way, to shortchange Abbie’s enjoyment too. He is becoming aware of the things which drive Abbie to the summit, and what he should do to help her along.
Hearing Abbie moan deep in her throat, Tim knows he has done the right thing. Together they plunge and thrust against each other until nature takes over, and they both . Tim up in Abbie’s ass. Abbie all over Tim’s hand and the floor.
Pulling from her, Tim grabs a wet rag and wipe up his cock, then the spillage over Abbie’s mons and stomach, and last the dripping on the floor. More is dripping of Abbie’s ass, Tim’s deposited there. Tim continues to wipe and clean their dalliance. Abbie, just leaning over the table trying to recuperate, feels herself still throbbing, but from Tim’s afterplay kindness.
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Tim and Abbie 20: Thursday afternoon
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Posted:Sep 18, 2020 11:34 am
Last Updated:Dec 20, 2020 12:06 pm
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The car secured from Les, Tim and Abbie’s first stop, with Abbie’s covered face, is to her flat. Tim drops her at the front door and then pulls into the building’s parking lot next to it. Tim had put some boxes in the back of Les’s car before leaving. He carries them into the flat for packing Abbie’s things. By the time Tim reaches the apartment, he can hear Abbie moving around in her bedroom and knows she is ‘putting on her face’ before anything else.
Tim chuckles to himself but understands Abbie’s concern. He goes to the kitchen and throws everything in a bag to discard. The plates and silvers are nonmatching, almost as if Abbie bought them at a thrift shop. Her coffee maker is so and outdated, and the pans the same. It is quick work clear the kitchen. When he carries the bag into the living room, Abbie is there sorting through things from her desk.
The desk is fashion in many ways. It is finely built with no real signs of age. Abbie tells Tim she is sorting out unneeded things and looking for all the financial information and accounts Tim will need this afternoon. She too has a large bag she is filling with cast-offs.
Tim tells Abbie what he did in the kitchen, not wanting to discard anything important to Abbie. Abbie thanks him and assures him that he did the right thing. Tim takes the bag from the kitchen and the first full bag of Abbie’s discards to the trash chute.
Abbie is almost finished with the desk; a few things are left in drawers. She shyly asks Tim if they could bring the desk with them to the house as it was her grandfather’s, and she has taken it everywhere she has gone. Tim tells her, of course, they can. They will either rent a trailer or, depending on how much Abbie wants to bring, get movers to do it.
Abbie jumps up and hugs Tim thanking him.
Things move along quickly over the next couple of hours. They head to the bedroom and fill boxes with clothes from her dresser drawers. Her dresses are wrapped in sheets to keep them clean when they are moved. The only items Abbie has entirely ready to move are her makeup case, a basket filled with things from her nightstand, and a box with other stuff from her dressing table. The basket is a sexual potpourri – lubricants, condoms, sex toys, which Tim wonders about but seems like they could be amusing to try.
Tim puts these three items by the front door. On top, Abbie places a small file box with her financial information.
Other knick-knacks and things are boxed. The floor is somewhat covered now. Abbie comments that it is wonderful having a king-size bed now, though all her sheets are relatively new but are for a queen-size bed. Tim tells her they will take them and her fluffy bath towels. The bed in the extra room is a queen size, so when it is redone, the sheets will work there wonderfully.
Then Tim, with a somewhat strange expression on his face, asks Abbie if the bed and mattress are hers or came with the flat. Abbie tells him she had brought the bed with her. “Then we should take it too,” Tim says, “It is in much better condition than the one in the spare room, and it does have some of our history.”
Abbie grins at him, understanding.
They carry the first items and then more boxes and bundled dresses to the car until it is overflowing. Looking at the clock, seeing they have a couple of hours until needing to be at the bank. Abbie and Tim looking at the now-empty bed and remembering all that happened there the last month. Falling together clinging each other, Abbie undoes Tim’s pants and lowering them and his boxers. Tim lifts Abbie’s dress and takes her panties down.
After kissing and fingering each other to start, they soon move to be able to suck each other. Abbie moans as she feels Tim first sucking on her ‘labia’ balls, making them swell. The feel of his mouth first on them before moving to her ‘clit’ sends this incredible wave through her imagining that Tim really is seeing it as her pussy. After flicking his tongue over and around the tip of her clit, when he moves back to start first licking around her back vag, then pressing fingers up in her as he goes back to sucking her labia and clit.
This so turns on Abbie. Does Tim know what he is doing, or was this just by chance he is servicing her this way? Abbie takes Tim’s glans in her mouth and sucks and licks it as it begins to tremble.
Licking up and down Tim’s shaft teasing him to shutter more and more. Abbie is getting familiar with Tim’s cock. What seems to arouse him the most, and how to help him hold on longer each time. Abbie’s fingers are caressing and cuddling Tim’s balls, which are so full right now like hard walnuts. Oh, how much semen Tim is building up to want to be released.
Abbie stops for a moment as Tim’s fingers in her ass and mouth on her clit, taking it all in and sucking hard, sends electric currents through her, and Abbie knows she is on the cusp of coming.
The first time Tim has gotten her off before he has come really. ‘Oh, he is getting so good at pleasuring,’ Abbie thinks. She cries out and cums crashing in Tim’s mouth. He laps all of Abbie’s juices up and fingers some, which he places in front of Abbie’s mouth to taste also.
Feeling Abbie suck his fingers while she is playing with his balls and ass, moving the hand from the balls to stroke his cock firmly, is sending Tim to the summit now. His breathing is more heaves now. His glans is that reddish-purple tell sign. All it takes is Abbie pulling away from his fingers and sucking on this glowing glans taking over half his shaft in to make him explode now.
Abbie swallows all of Tim’s cum except for the last little bit on her tongue, which she turns and shares with him as they kiss deeply. What a pleasant afternoon interlude. Abbie thinks about how lovely this long weekend is starting. “Well, Tim, one more memory for this bed’s history,” Abbie says with a grin, which Tim returns.
They straighten themselves to be respectful looking at the bank. They move quickly now, as their appointment is in under an hour. Tim glances through Abbie’s statements to see what accounts she has. Tim’s records, in pristine order, are already in the car.
Tim’s assets, which are in good order, consists of several accounts. A checking account where his is deposited. As said, Tim barely spends half the amount for years. When the balance rises over ten thousand, Tim transfers the savings and different investment instruments. One an annuity with a good return guarantee, which is growing as is the pension from his company. Some of the , which he has now spent a good chunk of, is from his mother. All told, the he has in savings and from his salary could let Abbie and him live comfortably without any income of her own.
Abbie’s is spread around a good bit. A checking account like Tin’s where her salary is deposited. Her work income is close Tim’s. A savings account, which seems be from Christmas and birthday gifts her family sends, all very generous. And one other fund set up in America, where a monthly stipend is deposited Abbie. She explains that this is the profit from the shares she holds in the family business. That amount alone is rather staggering as it is more than her monthly salary.
Tim now has an idea of how much is involved. From both of them be prepared for their meeting.
Things are handled quickly, funds transferred different accounts, Recommendations are made for putting savings better use with financial products other than a straight savings account. An annuity is set up for Abbie also, besides other options maximize returns.
Abbie’s head is spinning, hearing all the numbers and figures. Tim takes it all in. Abbie realizes, knowing Tim’s profession and now about his mother, Tim did not only learned cooking skills from his mother but also picked up outstanding accounting talents.
The one that is a bit confusing figure is the monthly stipend Abbie gets from her family business. It seems that is put into an account in the United States. It is just building interest as Abbie has hardly dipped into that account. The bank manager suggests they leave that account how it is, but the monthly payments could, through a wire transfer from the United States, be added to the accounts being set up here.
While Abbie’s income from England, her salary and such, has always been in the name Abbie Adam’s, the United States account is in Abraham Adam’s name. The name her family sees her as. This reallocating of funds is a bit tricky. But the bank manager comes to the rescue. The can be transferred from that account a go-through account in both Abraham and Abbie’s name. Then automatically moved to the accounts as they had planned.
Half to Abbie’s annuity account, and the other half to a growth account. A large amount of the base will stay in the United States account as a safety account if Abbie every really needs it.
The manager does encourage Abbie think about legally changing her name so it can be easier for her in the future with other things.
New checkbooks and accounts in hand, Tim and Abbie leave the bank in a happy state of mind. Tim is astonished at how much savings he has managed to accumulate over the last eight years. Even after spending so much on the house and such.
Yes, the life insurance from his mother was an unexpected big windfall, that, and the savings she had left. When Tim went over that account after she died, he had seen early on there had been deposits from his father. Discovering that, and now finding the note with the ring Thomas had given his mother, Tim wonders if perhaps Thomas did have some feelings for him. But that’s not something to dwell upon today.
Tim and Abbie stop at a restaurant for some dinner as it is going on five when they leave the bank. Over it, they talk some about their finances. In addition to the savings Tim still has, the amount of Abbie has coming in from her family, the amount accrued over the last several years gives them a secured income when added their salaries.
Tim is worried that Abbie, knowing this, will go hog wild and go on a shopping binge. But at dinner, as they talk about it, Abbie appears much more sensible and stable about this. Abbie tells Tim that she is glad she decided have him be control of their/her . She knows Tim will be fair while not letting her go off franticly. It seems like one more responsibility for Abbie Tim has taken on.
It is interesting, Tim taking on these responsibilities for Abbie seems give him more confidence. That someone feels and sees him as a person take on such duties.
When they get home, the car is unpacked quickly. Some of the boxes of clothes and trinkets are left in the garage bring in later. Abbie takes some time arrange her new makeup table. While she does, Tim hangs the dresses they brought with the ones he had taken on Wednesday. Seeing more and more of Abbie’s things here makes Tim’s heart swell.
Then Abbie shows Tim just how much she appreciates what he is doing for her. Soon in bed, both are just softly wanking each other as they chat about things around the house. How they will get the few larger things from Abbie apartment here tomorrow.
When Abbie feels Tim is nice and hard, she grabs the bottle of lube and oils his cock. Then straddling his hip, she leans back enough to press Tim’s throbbing cock up in her back vagina. Abbie does this whole maneuver so quickly that feeling himself so up into Abbie already, and from this different angle sends shockwaves through Tim’s body.
“Do you like it this way, baby?” Abbie coos to him. Tim can only nod his head. He cannot believe the charges crashing his body as Abbie rides him up and down. She is totally in control of the rhythm and beat. Laying back to let Abbie bring him to a new climax. It is not as if he isn’t participating. Tim is lifting himself with each downward thrust to get deeper and deeper into Abbie.
He understands that the position they have used so far, while it does let Tim enter Abbie pretty deeply, this alternative seems to allow him to press in a few more inches. Tim is moaning and shaking. Abbie is also feeling Tim so nicely up in her. She shakes her head to keep some reason as she continues to buck this bull of hers.
Abbie’s ‘clit’ is bouncing on Tim’s mons with each thrust. Abbie herself is at her peak riding Tim this way. She feels a little precum drip from her and feels some work it's way down her shaft and mingles on her ass and Tim’s balls.
Both are flushed and feeling extremely hot. Perspiration is starting on their foreheads. This fantastic ride is taking them to a new high. It is not long until Tim cannot hold back. He has been surprised how long he lasts when fucking Abbie. Before, with the couple of girls and the older prostitutes, Tim often came prematurely. But with Abbie, everything seems so much better, and he can pace himself more.
Huffing to Abbie he is going to cum, Abbie leans down to kiss Tim, giving a new angle for how they are together. The sensation for both of them results in a gigantic eruption from both. Tim’s mons and lower stomach is drenched in Abbie’s cum, and he feels so slippery inside Abbie now as his semen drips down the side of Abbie’s hole.
Reduced in size now, after holding Abbie close to him and kiss more, Tim slides out of her as she rolls off him.
Abbie laughs as Tim gets up to grab a towel for them. This is the first time Tim rode Abbie ‘bareback.’ So far, when they had intercourse, he always wore a condom. Feeling being up in Abbie and releasing in her is terrific, but Tim realizes that after such activities, they need to find a way to clean him up before doing anything else. Abbie realizes the same thing.
Abbie comments, “I guess my towels will come in handy for us after all. Maybe we need to leave some under the bed in easy reach.” Tim replies that Abbie towels will have a place of honor for the baths and showers. They are so much nicer than his. He confesses he hadn’t even thought of buying new ones to replace his rather worn one. With the modern bathroom, they should see what else they might need. But yes, they need to figure out what needs to be on hand for after cleanup.
Abbie kisses him and tells Tim that she will take care of that, so yes, towels and wipes will be close at hand. Life together is going to be spectacular, Abbie thinks as they assume their now regular positions to fall to sleep.
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Tim and Abbie 19: The long weekend begins
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Posted:Sep 14, 2020 1:57 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 12:19 am
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Wednesday night, Abbie and Tim sleep very well in their sizeable new bed. They cuddle together in the center. Tim is learning to enjoy Abbie’s back, pressing against his chest and other parts as his arms hold her to him. Waking to smell Abbie’s hair, and then more of her lovely scent.
Thursday, they take their time rising, as it is a day off, and neither needs to rush to work. The morning play is extended some too. Tim, going down the sheets to finger, lick, and pleasure Abbie. His willingness now to not only suck Abbie’s big clit, but also her ‘labia’ which is what Abbie tells Tim he should think of her balls as. That or marbles, or tessies.
Abbie squirms and giggles at Tim’s attention. His mustache and beard rubbing against her add to the enjoyment. Tim sucks on Abbie’s clit until it swells. Then moving to her ‘lower lips’ to suck on each of them to feel them fill and enlarge. Almost as if on a mission, Tim gets Abbie to lift her legs. He moves over her taint, pressing against it with his tongue. Then when ready to move on, his fingers take over for providing the pressure to the taint as Tim licks around Abbie’s back vaginal opening.
Abbie is swooning with delight. Tim is picking up so quickly how to make her sing. And with such immense pleasure, it is not long until Abbie’s legs are around Tim’s neck and a cry rings from her as she cums.
Tim takes all Abbie’s juices in his mouth as they pour out of her. This is strange to him in some ways. In his limited past, he never did lick a woman’s cunt. To taste Abbie’s juices on his tongue spurs him on some. He slides up next to Abbie and kisses her deeply. Abbie tastes her on Tim’s lips and tongue and sighs deeply again what he has undertaken for her.
Not to leave Tim of anything, after catching her breath, Abbie is now the one to dive the covers and take Tim’s glans in her mouth and grip his shaft with one hand. Wanking him while licking around his glans and slit, nibbling on that wonderful ledge just the cap, then taking more and more of Tim in as her hand jerks smaller and smaller sections of the shaft.
Abbie’s hands move to Tim’s hard balls, already filled so full with semen. She massages them to make the fluids churn some, pulling on Tim’s balls a little to stretch his ball sacks. Tim moans with pleasure feeling this.
Abbie’s talents are amazing, Tim thinks as he feels his cock trembling from her touch and tongue. It doesn’t take much of this before Tim feels himself close to shooting his load. Abbie moves her tongue to run up and down, pressing on the vein on the back of his cock. Her fingers are providing pressure to his taint. Tim explodes.
Tim’s umms, signs, and grunts of pleasure slip from his lips as he recovers from cumming hard. Abbie licks up Tim’s semen from his mons and stomach. When Abbie comes from the covers, her lips still have some of the cream on them. Tim kisses her, removing his last from Abbie’s lips.
They move their morning fun and games to the master bathroom with the large tub similar to the one in Abbie’s flat. Wide enough for the two of them together, and with jet sprays and different nozzles for anything needed.
Abbie adds some of the bubble bath she had given Tim at the beginning. She smiles some as she sees almost a quarter of the bottle is gone. Tim must be developing a liking for bubble baths.
They climb in together and spend almost a half-hour soaping and rinsing. It feels fantastic to have Tim wash her hair, massaging her scalp as he lathers the soap. Then taking one of the nozzles to rinse it, moving the -power sprayer to Abbie’s crotch. Feeling the pulse of the water against Abbie’s cock/clit and balls/labia is unique and superb.
Tim doesn’t stop with just their bath. After drying Abbie off, he sits her down on the bench for her makeup table and blow-dries her hair and brushes it. Tim tells Abbie he is not sure about styling it, as Abbie does. Abbie kisses him and tells him he did a wonderful job and how nice of him to do so.
Abbie, while Tim is drying her hair, notices that not only has Tim got a new blow-dryer like the one she has, but also the brush and curling iron. What a sweetheart.
As she styles her hair, Abbie becomes distraught. With their night and morning activities, and the bath, Abbie is looking at herself with no makeup. And she only brought things to touch up in her smaller purse last night. She had no idea Tim and she were going to end up here.
Tim sees the concern on Abbie’s , which does lovely to him, really seeing Abbie for the first time with no makeup. He asks Abbie what is wrong, and she tearfully explains, “Tim, I can’t go anywhere without my makeup. I would feel so vulnerable if I did."
Tim knows this is all in Abbie’s mind, but easily understands. Tim’s whole life, he has armored himself, putting on a fake to the outside world. Tim holds Abbie and tells her to fix herself how she can and get dressed. After breakfast, he will ask Les to borrow her car again.
Tim planned to ask Les today with the hopes of moving Abbie’s things here. He had been afraid to suggest it earlier in fear that Abbie would not want to move in with him.
While Abbie is doing what she can, Tim finds some silk scarves of his ’s. He suggests Abbie wrap one around her head and . Then if anyone looks her in the car, they will see nothing. Abbie hugs him for understanding and hurries to finish getting dressed.
They have a delicious breakfast of eggs and toast the kitchen table. Tim does know how to cook. The herbs added to the scrambled eggs make them taste so much better. Abbie introduces a topic of conversation which staggers Tim, not so much by what she confesses to, but what she would like to do. Not surprisingly, after Tim realizes Abbie’s take- lifestyle, it is about finances.
Abbie begins, “Tim, you have probably noticed I am not good with . Perhaps because I always knew I had other income coming in besides my salary. I spend a lot foolishly, and while not in debt, I need discipline and structure in this area also.
“This is why, I realize that if we are going to share our lives living here, I would like you to handle my finances, and maybe give me an from it, not so much that I can go crazy, but enough to enjoy things as I like,” Abbie finishes.
Tim needs a minute to take this all in. Then, not really responding to start, he tells Abbie about his life growing up. He does this because he needs Abbie to know everything. And as a prelude to their discussion about .
My was the only of my grandparents and had lived with them up until she became pregnant forty. Her parents were rather conventional from what I understood. I never met them. They cast their , saying they never wanted to see Cynthia again.
That significantly hurt her. She had been giving her parents most of her paychecks for the last twenty years. She did not have any real savings. And when she was also let go from her job due to being pregnant, she was horrified about what lay ahead.
Cynthia was an accountant, a rather good one considering all this is in the pre-computerization era. Knowing that she would need a job where she could work from home mainly, she took a low paying job for a company at first.
It was from this that my started always being worried about . Even when three years later, she did get a better job, which her more. She hoarded her , for the most part, to make sure if anything happened, there would be for .
My father, it turned , was already married with almost grown . He was in a position where he could not leave his wife or initially help Cynthia with finances. I learned much later, as this was about when we moved to this house, that my father, Thomas Bradley, did find a way to put a sizeable down payment on this house for my . He had kept some contact with her, but I never met him.
My grandparents died a few years before my . Cynthia cried a lot over this, and as she had been having spells of depression for years, she sunk into one again for weeks. They had left all they had to her, as there was no one else. Besides the china and other furnishings Cynthia kept, there was life insurance for both of us, and the from their house, which was enough to off the mortgage here.
Cynthia never used any of the things she kept from her parents. But the china was always on display in a place of honor in the hutch in the dining room. I was not sure what my did with that , besides paying off the house. When she died, I was surprised to see the size of the savings she had.
After years of skimming and worrying, when my learned she was dying, she was comforted by the fact there was savings and more for after she was gone.
When my died, not only did she leave a large life insurance policy but also all the savings she had accumulated over the years. It did upset some first, thinking about how much nicer a life we might have had, going on holidays and such. It was not that we were in want, but the clothes she bought were always from discount stores and except for an occasional movie, not much for entertainment.
It is a little funny when thinking about it, the one thing Cynthia did spend on was food. She would the best cuts and different items to create gourmet meals. She did seem to be the happiest when cooking and showing me how to. Though, even with so many new kitchen appliances and gadgets available at the time, Cynthia always did things the ‘old’ way by hand and taught me the same way.
My led what she felt was an impoverished life, mostly in her own mind. Feeling others censured her for bearing a of wedlock. This sense of inferiority impacted , and I have felt I was unworthy for most of my life.
I still wonder why we lived so frugally when she did have ? It all confused when it came to light. But I understood my feared for the she might be wanting, both her and , which led her to become miserly.
Tim seems to return from the past. There are tears in Abbie’s eyes, thinking about what an unhappy childhood Tim must have had. It all explains so much to her. Tim’s lack of confidence, which she is so glad he is beginning to lose. But on the plus side, this background has made Tim such a caring and kind person. She wipes the tears away as Tim continues talking.
“What I am getting at is that besides the house being off and using part of the life insurance to for all these renovations, there are minimal housing expenses,” Tim explains. “In many ways, it will be unbelievably cheap for us to live. With no mortgage, there is only property tax, insurance, and monthly utilities.”
Abby is flabbergasted. She didn’t realize the expenses of this house would be so little, thinking that the she each month in rent now will be extra income each month. It is nice to know they will have plenty to have enjoyment in their lives now. And with Tim being responsible for her too, it will not be squandered.
They spend over an hour as they work a strategy. They will pool their salaries in a new bank , which Tim will be the one to draw funds from. However, Abbie’s name will be on it too. Abbie’s from her family would be in another with Tim also on it. They will have another one for the savings Tim still has. Besides all he has gotten from his and grandparents, he has been adding almost half his salary to not having housing expenses and living frugally still up until now. They will invest with a planner to have both their savings grow.
A basic plan is in place. Tim makes an appointment for later this afternoon to visit the bank to set up accounts. While Abbie rinses the dishes, Tim goes next door to request the use of Les’s car. Tim tells Les about Abbie agreeing to live with him and the need to move some of her things. Les is happy to lend it, telling him just to keep it at his place for the weekend so they can use it as needed.
But before they leave, Tim feels one more thing needs to happen. “Abbie, get your list of rules. I think one more needs to be added,” Tim directs her. She runs upstairs to her new dressing table and takes her list from the mirror, then down to the kitchen, and also brings the one Tim has posted on the refrigerator. Seeing it there sends shivers through Abbie as she realizes anyone coming into the kitchen could see them.
She takes them to the table where Tim has a pen waiting for her. “Abbie, considering all these issues you seem to have, I think a Rule needs to be added.” Abbie, with some tears in her eyes, nods in agreement. And as Tim dictates, she writes the new rule on the sheet and then copies it to her version.
'Abigail will be economical with her , not wasting it needlessly when other less costly options are available.'
She accepts the rule, knowing it will be a help to her even more.
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Tim and Abbie 18: Abbie arrives
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Posted:Sep 10, 2020 2:32 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 12:19 am
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Before going forward more, some explanation about Tim’s life and home. It is a rather big house compared to others in the estate. The neighborhood was built after WWII when the area had been bombed out. Around the perimeter of the six-block community, the outer ring is larger, detached homes. Inside the circle, smaller attached homes are the norm. How Tim and his mother ever ended up here, Tim never knew.
There had been someone who owned the home before them. Cynthia and Tim moved in 1990 when Tim was four. The house was cheaper in part as it was rumored that someone had been murdered there. Though no proof was ever shown. Sitting on the market for over six month’s it was a real bargain
Tim’s father, who did stay away from his as much as Tim could remember, had still been in communications with Cynthia over the years. Not ever meeting but trying to help as he could with the boy, his . He was who found the house and put enough down for Tim’s mother to afford it. Tim knew none of this.
There are many things Tim did not know about his mother or his somewhat strange upbringing. With the house remodeled and much more inviting, Tim lays to rest the demons from his past.
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Abbie getting home to her apartment, is still confused about what is ahead with Tim. She hurries as she does not have that much time to get ready. Just sponge bathing a bit, fixing her makeup, and then getting the red lingerie out to put on, and silk stocking to accompany. Abbie smiles that she does have some red heels to complement the outfit. Laughing, in or out of her dress.
When she opens the closet to take the red dress off the hanger, she stands stunned. All of Tim’s new clothes are gone. She hurries to the dresser drawers and sees they are empty too. She tries to control herself before she is a puddle of tears. She reassures herself that Tim is sending a cab for her soon, so he will explain why they are all gone.
Abbie puts on the red dress, which does look magnificent on her—showing her curves and assets. Abbie looks closer in the closet and sees that some of her outfits are also gone. What does Tim have planned? Realizing some of her clothes missing, not just Tim’s does make Abbie feel better and calmer.
Ready, at just a couple minutes to six, Abbie grabs the red clutch purse, which she had moved her critical things to so to match her outfit. She is out the door and exiting the lobby as the cab pulls up at six on the dot.
Abbie smiles at the driver asking to be sure he is there for her. She climbs into the back seat, and they are off for a short ride. Pulling up in front of Tim’s house, which she recognizes only from Les’s next door.
The whole façade is different, lighter, more modern than that rather dreary house Tim pointed out to her after dinner at Les’s those Sunday ago. Everything, even the cleared flower beds – he had the horrible looking bushes removed, and the grass look so inviting.
Tim comes out of the door before Abbie can even open the cab door. As Tim helps her from the car, he takes her in his arms and kisses her. Tim then turns to the driver and thanks him for his efficiency. The driver, seeing the loving and erotic kiss between Tim and Abbie, is a bit jealous that his wife and he never kiss that way.
Leading Abbie up the walkway to the front door, Tim tells her he has been fixing his house up these last weeks to be worthy of her. Abbie hesitates. She realizes that Tim has cared so much for her from the start. He has been doing all these things to make his house ready for her to see.
Little known to either of them, Les is peeking out behind her curtains to see Abbie’s arrival. Feeling a bit guilty about what she is doing, but Les cares for Tim and wants to be sure Abbie accepts this. Les feels rewarded seeing how they kissed on meeting. She will leave them now on their own and hope to hear how it all goes later.
Les does, at this moment, feel tender and alone. It has been so long since she has felt anything for another like Tim and Abbie now are. What is it, over eight years since Cyn died? The last time Les was in a relationship. Time does seem to pass so quickly. Thinking about Cyn, Les wonders how she would react to the life Tim is forging for himself? In so many ways, Cyn was understanding and compassionate, but in others opinionated and stubborn.
Either way, she has no voice in it now.
Over at the house, Tim opens the newly varnished front door and places his hand on Abbie’s back to lead her in. Even the foyer looks so welcoming. When Tim directs her into the living room, Abbie almost crumbles in his arms.
This large, airy, lovingly furnished room overtakes her. Especially as Abbie realizes it is done in the colors she had told Tim she liked. Now everything comes rushing back over Abby, and she is not sure she can handle it. She is breathing heavily and asks Tim to let her sit down for a minute. Tim, concerned, is worried about what has come over her.
Abbie tells him she is alright, just give her a minute. Seated in one of the chairs, Tim hurries to get Abbie some water. This gives Abbie time to compose herself.
Everything is so clear to her now. That horrible night that she was at the Peacock when Tim has so innocently texted her asking her favorite colors, and her not answering right away. Tim has been planning, doing this since then. Abbie has no idea what this house looked like before, but seeing the little of Les’s house, and the former outside appearance, she can imagine the original version.
And for Tim to do all this before he felt confident to show her his house. It is with this strange mix of guilt, compassion, honor, and love that Abbie now sees everything. This room is lovely. Every detail tended to—a warm and inviting place.
Tim comes back with water for Abbie and kneels beside her with such a concerned look on his face. Abbie takes a sip and tells Tim she is fine. She says she is not sure what came over her, perhaps skipping lunch today to finish things up for a couple of days off. “So show me more of your home Tim, it looks like a lot of work has gone into this,” Abbie says.
Tim takes her on a tour, exciting her room by room. The sitting room next to the living room with a lovely fireplace and large flat screen tv above it. The study has bookcases on one wall, partially filled—the desk in one corner with Tim’s laptop on, and a printer near it. There is not a lot of furniture in here at the moment. Then on to the formal dining room, which Abbie sees is set for the two of them close together at one end of the table.
Then the enormous kitchen with everything new and shiny, and the amazing aromas of something ready for them to eat. Just off the kitchen, next to a large pantry, is a utility room with a new washer and dryer. Abbie is in seventh heaven, a laundry room so convenient and all just for Tim, and she hopes her. No more fighting for a machine in the apartment building’s basement. And wasting so much time to be there to get her clothes washed before someone tried to dump them from the washer or dryer.
Tim proudly mentions that besides a new furnace, he has had central air conditioning put in the house. So while they do not that many unbearable days in the summer, to be in a cool setting will be nice. Abbie smiles at him and tells Tim what a smart idea to have.
Upstairs, the main bathroom now large and bright. With a shower and tub somewhat combined. And an up and down washer and dryer in the corner. Abbie is in love with this house. When you need to clean just a few things quickly, you would be able to do so without toting the clothes downstairs.
Abbie realizes that all the perfect remodeling includes things Tim must have been imaging in his head from long before he met Abbie. Considering the ideal house that maybe one day, he could bring his love to. But reality would slip in, and Tim over the years thought it would never happen. Now, with just a whim of a chance when he first met Abbie, he put into action to create this new fresh atmosphere to share.
The front bedroom which Abbie sees is in another of the colors she mentioned. From the freshness and the big king-size bed, Abbie has a feeling Tim has never slept in here before. The master bathroom off it with the large shower and tub the both will fit in nicely. And a vanity space at one end of the sink counter.
Abbie figuratively slaps her own wrist. Tim has not said anything about wanting her here with him. Abbie tells her conscience who did the slapping, she is just hoping. Tim takes her down the hall to two other rooms, which have not been redone. The first is a rather small room, rather baren with a single bed. Tim tells her this was his room. Abbie’s heart bleeds for this boy being brought up in such an environment.
Finally, the one other bedroom filled with the things of his mother’s Tim still needs to go through. Abbie feels her inner fires aflame. How dare that woman, Tim’s mother, to put her in that small room, so sparsely furnished when this room over twice its size was sitting here all these years unused.
Tim, so unsure of himself, even after her death. He did not even think about moving to either of the other rooms. There have been too many ghosts haunting Tim for too long. That is all going to be in the past now. Tim has taken the major first step and renovated the house, pretty much exercising all demons. But Abbie is going to make sure none ever try to rear their heads again.
Back at the stairs to head down again, Abbie pulls Tim to her and kisses him. It is a mixture of passion and compassion. Understanding all now, Abbie is enraptured so entirely with what Tim has done. Tim comprehends much of what Abbie is trying to say without words and says in return, “Thank you, Abbie.”
It is amazing how in tune with each other they are. Things unsaid are understood by each other. Taking Abbie’s hand, they descend the stairs and move to the dining room. There, the open bottle of wine awaits them. Tim helps Abbie sit into the chair at a right angle to his seat and pours wine into each of their glasses.
Tim leaves her for only minutes to return with a bowl of salad and warm bread. Tim has planned this to have serving bowls and plates for them to serve onto their awaiting china. He helps serve Abbie salad, and then himself. Offering her the basket of bread.
They chat about general things over the salad course, though both so want to get to details about this transformed house.
Serving the main course, Tim does introduce this topic. “Abbie, I hope you like and approve what I have had done with my house. If you had seen it before, which I was too embarrassed to show you, you would have probably run scared. But now, with the renovations, I feel I can ask you. Abbie, would you live here with me, please?” Tim says suddenly in a clear, firm voice. His stuttering and groping for words is gone. It is like his love for Abby now has overcome those obstacles.
Abbie begins to cry, which, of course, worries Tim, but she raises her had to assure him as she collects herself. Then says, “Tim, I am sorry, I was overtaken with joy. My love, I would like nothing better than to live with you anywhere for the rest of our lives. But you, preparing this palace to share with me is more than I could have ever imagined. Of course, I will.”
The two of them, thank goodness, had gotten through some of the main course first, are both so choked up that nothing more is said for a while. Instead, Tim rises, picks Abbie up from her chair, and cradled in his arms carries his lovely lady in red up the staircase and into the room, which will be theirs.
On the way, Abbie thinks about what she has realized earlier. To Tim, she is his princess or goddess. He has prepared things for her, all to her liking, he hopes. Feeling this deep within her, Abbie clings to Tim as they go up the stairs.
Dropping Abbie on the bed, Tim’s coat, tie, shirt, shoes, and trousers are off him. Abbie watching him and knowing what is coming, laughs, “Tim, in all the excitement this evening so far, I never told you how handsome you looked in your new suit. It fits you perfectly, and the rest just complements it.”
Both laugh as that is so not what is the main objective right now. Sitting Abbie up, Tim unzips her dress, takes it off her, and her heels. Then her panties are lowered and off. Abbie is in her bra, garter, and stockings. Tim removes his boxers to reveal the huge hard-on he has.
Spreading Abbie’s legs, even as hard as he is, Tim knows preliminaries are so important, so his head dives into Abbie to lick and suck her ‘clit’, and even run his tongue around her vag a ways back.
Abbie giggles and moans from the attention. Tim maneuvers Abbie to be up on the bed, in the middle of this king-size bed. Her head on a multiple of pillows as Tim sucks and suck on her, making her ‘clit’ hard and ready. Abbie moans and so wants to pleasure Tim too, but she understands this is Tim’s welcome to her new home, and she is to allows him to run the program.
After getting Abbie in a state of readiness, Tim moves up and while pressing some on her stomach, unhooks her bra and takes it off. Tim takes his time administering attention to her boobs. He sucks and licks Abbie’s gorgeous nipples. He is so enamored with her perfect shape orbs. Yes, small but perfect in every way.
Abbie is growling lowly at the attention she is receiving.
Then Tim moves up more on her and is kissing her neck, her ears, her face, eyes, and next fully on the lips. Their mouths open in syncopation, and they search and explore each other’s mouths like a newly discovered cave.
After a good while, pulling back, Time lifts Abbie’s legs, reaches for the drawer on the nightstand, and takes out a bottle of lubricant. He cover’s Abbie’s opening and presses some up in her, then coats his glans and shaft.
Abbie is shivering with anticipation. Tim lifts her legs even more and presses his cock up in her special hole. Abbie is learning to quickly relax from Tim’s first thrust and allow him full entry. The next half-hour or so is rather intense. Both Tim and Abbie reach the point of breathing so hard, and sweat is dripping off them.
As Tim thrusts in harder and deeper, each is moaning. Tim feels his cock throbbing up in Abbie, and her unique vag sides are contracting over and over. Holding Tim as he presses in. Abbie is almost in an alter-state feeling Tim in her. The realization that they have both just committed themselves to each other hits them. Imagining this to become part of their normal life adds to the extensity of what is happening now.
Both are reaching higher and higher. The climax is at hand, and it is going to be a noisy one.
A moment later, Les in her kitchen, fixing her dinner, hears shouts of excited climax echoing in her yard. She smiles widely, knowing that yes, Abbie and Tim are now one. She laughs a little, hoping their vocal excitement might tone down some as time goes by.
Tim and Abbie clinging to each other and laughing also realizes how loud that final moment was. Abbie giggles and says, “Oh, I hope the neighbors, well, Les especially, did not hear that.”
Tim hugs her and replies, “If she did, then she knows it is the shout from the rooftops that you have accepted my invitation.”
Tim and Abbie lie together, holding each other, stroking, and cuddling, as they compose themselves. Tim and Abbie, already this soon in their relationships, totally comprehend that there are three particularly important parts to all sexual intercourse. The foreplay, the act, and the part that so often is forgotten, the afterplay. To be able to be demonstrative to your partner after climaxing. Not just rolling over to sleep is the key part of any healthy and long-lasting relationship.
They take their time in that phase. Finally, Tim and Abbie get up. Abbie still in her lingerie and Tim nude. “Well, Abbie, either I need to get a bit more dressed, or you undressed so we are at the same level,” Tim her. In response, Abbie unhooks her garter and rolls her stocking down.
Abbie’s cute little button between her legs and the small little marbles below them does send a rush through Tim. He acknowledges that just like watching a tiny puppy or kitten as they walk, swinging those small things from side to is so adorable. And in the same way, Abbie’s are too. Another thing for Tim to take time to think about down the road.
But for now, butt naked, Abbie and Tim head downstairs. The idea that this large house will be their paradise where clothes are not needed at times thrills them both. They clear the things from the dining room table.
In the kitchen, Abbie helps scape and rinse the plates and silver. Then as all are stacked, she stands by Tim as he hand-washing each, her drying them. Tim explains to Abbie, that while their everyday dishes can be put into the dishwasher, the china could be ruined if run through the dishwasher.
Abbie is in awe that the kitchen even has a dishwasher. Looking now around more carefully, Abbie sees that the kitchen has many appliances and gadgets, most she knows nothing about.
Then Abbie remembers back to that Sunday at the marketplace and how knowledgeable Tim was about the spices and all. He must be a fantastic cook. If he cooked tonight’s dinner, it shows. While Abbie is not sure she would ever be able to learn to cook, it would be fun watching Tim weave his magic.
The dishes done and put away, pots and pans the same, Abbie laughs that it all had been rather fun doing it in the nude. Tim looks at her, trying to understand Abbie’s laughing more. Abbie just imaginarily pulls out her skirt and curtsey. Tim joins her laughter.
Then Tim remembers the desserts. Getting two new wine glasses out, he empties the remains of the opened bottle from dinner in the glasses and places two plates next to them at the kitchen table. He brings the exotic pastries out on a serving plate for them to pick and choose between the six offered.
They sip their wine and share pastry after pastry. Powder sugar covers their faces and lips, but each is more delectable than the last.
Before they have finished, Tim has brought new glasses and a bottle of Drambuie to the table, and they each enjoy a snifter full with the remaining pastries.
Finished, spent, and now covered in powder sugar, after Tim quickly puts these dishes and glasses in the dishwasher, he leads Abbie up to the master bathroom. Running water to fill the tub, he pours some of the bubble bath Abbie has given him as a gift so soon after meeting.
The heady fragrance fills the bathroom. Tim steps into the large tub and helps Abbie in. He sits with his back against the tub, with Abbie between his legs leaning back against him.
They take their time, enjoying the soaking in such hot bubbly water, slowly caressing as they clean each other. Abbie and Tim acknowledge to themselves that today is the best day of their lives. Both sober at the reality of what has happened so quickly between them. Considering their upbringing, youth, and even recently, to have found each other is so spectacular. The chances of it happening cannot even be calculated.
Tim bumping into Abbie at the Peacock that night. Him even happening to come in, for them to now be at this place. And yes, Abbie does know now about Tim’s noticing her on the bus much before that. His longing to know her more. She will always feel some guilt about that. That she never paid attention to her surroundings to notice what was there waiting for her.
In the same way, though, she is not sure something before that first night at the Peacock would have ever clicked. The stars were aligned at that moment in time to start this ride for them both. Now, something new, something unknown, is being offered to them. Only the stars will tell what is ahead.
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Tim and Abbie 17: Prepping for the unveiling
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Posted:Sep 9, 2020 12:06 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 12:19 am
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Saturday night, after the epic afternoon, Tim and Abbie fall asleep in each other’s arms. The intense sexual release they experienced takes them a soft and gentle space where they want each other know how much they care.
In a roundabout way, Tim and Abbie did talk about each proclaiming their love for each other. In the end, unspoken, they know now it is a given between them. The gate is unlocked, so going forward, they can proclaim their feeling openly without fear of rejection.
What a euphoric place for Tim and Abbie find themselves in. In not even a month. But love has no rules or timetables.
Sunday morning, well approaching afternoon, almost when they stir, they adjust themselves in each other’s arms and nod off again. The overflow of excitement, emotions, and activities on Saturday lead both fall into a deep, long sleep. So both are a bit surprised when they do finally begin to wake fully it is pressing eleven o’clock.
But there is nothing either has do today, so they linger in bed, just softly touching each other, which does lead to first them both sucking the other to hardness. Then, Tim again between Abbie’s legs, which she lifts over his shoulder. Prepared and both so ready, Tim fucks Abbie for the second time.
Now, surer about what to do, and more confident, Tim does service Abbie nicely. Abbie knows she is going to be longing the time for the feel of Tim’s cock in her ass. Tightening against it as Abbie clenches over and over. Tim feeling his love acceptance and longing make her as happy as he can.
Again, looking into each other’s eyes as they do, but this time with total and complete love for each other. How could in this vast, sometimes cold world, had they found each other? Both ponder this thought, which will be with them as time goes on, and things just keep getting better and better.
After both are sated, they move to the shower together. Soaping Tim’s mons and gently cleaning Tim’s shaft, Abbie knowing it is probably sensitive now after their interlude. When they rinse themselves, Abbie shyly asks Tim, “Honey, would you let me trim your mons some? You are so nicely covered there. A real forest. But even forests need to be clipped back from time to time.”
Tim laughs at her analogy and kisses Abbie saying, “Love, whatever you want to prune or clip to make me acceptable to you is fine.” Abbie assures Tim she accepts anyway. "Tim is, it was just..” as she trails off.
Tim helps her, “Abbie, you are helping me move to a new image of myself, not just with what is between us, but with the new clothes and more than you know. If my bush needs to be sculptured, do what you will. I do actually feel bad that so much hair is there when you suck me.”
Abbie just smiles at him, tosses a towel over the toilet seat and one below, and has Tim sit down. Getting some hair cutting scissors and a comb, Abbie kneels in front of Tim, spreading his thighs wide and begins first to comb out the long hairs.
She holds the comb close to Tim’s skin as she begins to clip. Hair is starting to fall. Tim himself, leaning back, his eyes closed is feeling the comb and scissors and realizes it is rather arousing,
Abbie works diligently for about twenty minutes. The forest has been cleared and delicate short hairs are all that is left. There is one more area still untended. Abbie asks Tim to stand and lean over the toilet with his legs spread wide. Tim does what Abbie asks, of course, he would for her.
Abbie, somewhat embarrassed, asks Tim to reach back with his hands and spread his ass cheeks. Then Tim hears and feels the comb and scissors clearing away the hair around his ass.
Finished, Abbie gets a wet cloth and wipes away all remaining hair into the two towels, which she shakes into the trash and puts in the dirty clothes hamper. After the washing, Abbie has Tim lie on the bed, and she brings some lotion to rub all around his mons and crotch and ass crack.
Feeling Tim’s now close-cut mons is enthralling to Abbie. And Tim, feeling Abbie’s fingers and hands more fully on him sends rushes through him. But it is approaching two in the afternoon. Neither has eaten since last night nor done anything to get ready to return to work tomorrow.
Barely dressing, but enough to lounge around on a Sunday afternoon, Tim and Abbie are on her couch, at opposite ends, their feet playing with each other as both with laptops check their messages and more.
At Tim’s suggestion, both put in a request for time off the coming week through the appropriate channels, and emails to their bosses. Tim still does not reveal to Abbie he will be taking off Wednesday also.
A quiet evening, and then to bed rather early. Monday morning dawns and Tim finds himself in a quandary about what to wear. Tim does not have his new suits yet. So what should he wear? The new shirts and ties are before him as he looks, wearing the close fit boxers which he is coming to love. But what can he wear?
As always, Abbie comes to his rescue. She has him put on the pale blue shirt, one of the new tan pants they bought, and the tweed blazer that was delivered. A darker brown tie finishes the look. He, in a way, looks like a distinguished professor but will fit in well at work. Abbie quickly finishes getting ready, and they are out the door in time to catch the bus to work.
It is interesting, for the most part, the people on the bus do not talk to each other. They all know and recognize each other over the years of being together for this ride. They always nod to each other in greeting. But different pockets do among themselves, which spread other pockets too.
in , Tim and Abbie getting now at the same stop, and obviously together, does cause tongues to wag. They are as a group, happy for the two, and the new demeanor both have now. But Monday morning, seeing the improved version of Tim in his new clothes really makes the mumbling on the bus rise. In unison, they agree this is a vast improvement.
If Abbie or Tim knew how much attention is paid to them on their bus route, both would be so embarrassed. But just the smiles Tim sees on the faces as they board and take their seats seem to help Tim’s confidence this morning.
At work, Tim does get the same type of greeting. Everyone is surprised at his new look. Speculations now grow even more. Tim’s boss asks him into his office to talk about Tim’s time off requests. He assures Tim, of course, Tim can have the time off, but stammers, he is wondering about the changes he has been seeing in Tim lately, especially this new look today.
Tim smiles at him, hell Tim can’t stop smiling all the time these days. Tim tells him that he has met someone, and it seems to be moving forward in a positive manner. The new clothes were at her suggestion, which Tim is happy about too.
The boss, not totally reassured that Tim has not also found a better opportunity elsewhere, does congratulate Tim on all that has been happening, and hopes one day soon to meet Tim’s woman.
Going to his desk, Tim suddenly has a strange thought prick his brain. His boss just assumed it was a woman with whom Tim has hooked up. At the same time, this is how he thinks of Abbie himself. But it is interesting to Tim that things are put into pre-conceived boxes. Which is far, far, from what he and Abbie are.
He does not judge or condemn his boss, it would be the natural thing to assume, but in this day in age, is it still? Things for Tim to think about and talk with Abbie sometime. Tim realizes he is becoming more sensitive to such things, making him wonder how it could ever be changed.
Abbie is good with her schedule of check-ins to Tim, well, Mr. Hudson and the day passes quickly for both of them. After work that night, they go out to eat, and over dinner, Tim tries to share his enlightenment with Abbie. She is so happy that Tim is looking at relationships, interactions, and the world as a whole with new glasses. The rose-colored ones are gone, and these are now glasses to be able to hone in and see the small particles of other’s feelings, inclinations, and choices.
After a drawn-out dinner and conversation, they go back to Abbie’s apartment for an evening of sexual and intercourse. Tim is a fast learner and knows when bring the side elements in transition from heavy petting the main event smoothly.
Abbie is amazed at how each time feels better and better. They are getting their movements in sync enjoy the romp the fullest.
Tuesday follows the same pattern, but Wednesday morning, Tim surprises Abbie by saying, after they get out of the shower, that he needs run home for something and will meet her at the bus. He throws some shorts and a shirt, and before Abbie can even start answer, she is kissed, and Tim out the door.
Then just as she gets the bus, there is a text from Tim saying he is running late and is going miss their bus. She should text him during the day, as she is required do. Abbie is not sure what feel. Tomorrow is the start of their long weekend together, and Abbie is still not sure what they are going to do.
She shrugs her shoulder and tries just to get her mind into work mode to finish everything before being off for two days. It is funny; both Abbie and Tim have similar work ethics. Even taking time off, beforehand, they try clear away anything which could come during their absence. Rather than hoping others will act such things while they are gone, or deal with it when return.
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As Abbie works diligently, Tim is also very busy. First, at the house check everything. The crew is there finishing the final touches. The construction boss giving Tim a tour for him to see if there is anything that needs to be fixed or altered. Tim is agoggled with how wonderful, and totally different his house looks.
During the inspection, a few minor things are seen. The boss calls a member of his crew at each thing found and tells them to fix it immediately. They only have until noon to have everything finished, cleaned, and ready.
Tim is surprised hearing the boss setting a time limit but is so glad as he does need time to do other things too. Les comes over and helps to get everything in the final order. Tim plans to make a wonderful dinner for Abbie and him tonight, but now is wondering if there will be time for him to get the groceries required, with everything else needing to be done.
Les assures him, she will run to the store for supplies and helps get everything ready for dinner. Les finds herself so invested in this going well for Tim and Abbie. She is in the surrogate mother mode and wants Tim to have all he deserves in life. And what he wants and desires, even if out of the norm.
Tim thanks her and hurries out. Borrowing Les’s car for a couple of hours first, Tim heads to Abbie’s apartment. He clears out his drawers and cupboards of his new clothes, takes four or five of Abbie’s outfits and lingerie he likes best, and fills the car.
Back home, Les helps him to unload and put away the items in the front bedroom. She takes her car now and heads for the grocery. Leaving Tim to make sure the final touches are acceptable. Tim thanks the contractor heartily as he writes the substantial final payment for all the work they did.
Tim does not recognize the house as being the home he lived in for thirty plus years. Gone are all the dark and gloomy spaces. Now light and airy, and in a very stylish décor. Considering all spent, he sends thanks to his mother for her life insurance she left him. And suddenly acknowledging his feeling for his father, Tim did not know totally how to feel. Tim sent thanks to him also for providing money to Tim to make a much better life than his mother ever had.
There are still two rooms to be redone, but it is mostly clearing them out and new paint. They will get to them soon. Tim blushes as thinking of things ahead as ‘they’ he does not know if Abbie will accept what he has to offer but is so hopeful.
Seeing the time, and the noon from Abbie coming in, Tim replies. He texts Abbie that he is arranging for a taxi pick her at her apartment at o’clock. The driver will know where bring her. Tim asks her please wear the red dress and underthings that go with it.
Abbie receiving this is now even more curious about what is ahead.
Tim’s new suits arrive at one o’clock, just on schedule. And shortly after the rather large order he has placed at with the liquor wholesaler for cases of wines and assorted liquors fill his bar in the dining room and wine racks in the kitchen.
The larder is stocked, and even basics are in the refrigerator/freezer. Tim is still in awe about how large this frig is. Even with he has bought, it is still barely half full. Tim runs the corner mart, which does have the florist section and gets a few bouquets place around the house.
It is now almost , and Tim is starting panic. He knows he is being silly, but he can’t help himself worrying about the outcome of this will be. Les arrives with the groceries for dinner and calms Tim as she takes charge and gets things started for the dinner.
Tim helps her some but accepts the sous-chef position. He wants make the dinner for Abbie himself, but he knows his nerves will fail him. He cuts the salad, preps the baguette warm as Les works the main course. She shows him the delicate pastries she has gotten for dessert and sends Tim set the table in the dining room for the two of them.
Tim does, using the good china which his mother inherited from her parents. It is funny, his grandparents wanted nothing do with her after Tim was born, and he is not sure if they ever even saw him. But when they died, they left what they had his mother. She had been their only , so either feelings still ran deep, or they just were too lazy ever to change their wills. Tim did, for years, wonder about it.
But even that money came too late for his mother. It helped for some of her medical bills in the end, but the love she lost from them, the love she lost from Tim’s father, tears do fill Tim’s eyes for a moment, wishing his mother had something positive in her life before it ended too soon.
Table set, flowers as a centerpiece, the dining room table is ready. The other flowers are spread around the living room, bedroom, and a few smaller vases in some of the bathrooms. Tim checks in with Les and sees she has dinner totally under control.
Suddenly, when Tim hears Abbie’s text at four, he realizes he has not scheduled the cab yet. Quickly he calls the taxi company and arranges for Abbie to be picked at and brought his address directly. Tim pays for the trip and tip with his credit card. Tim knows he has probably over tipped but wants the taxi driver understand how vital the timetable was.
He then goes and showers, shaves, and trims his beard and mustache a little. Standing at the sink naked, Tim looks down and smiles at his trim mons. He is already enjoying how nice it feels without so much hair obstructing the feel of things rubbing against it.
Tim dresses in one of his new suits. The charcoal grey, with a grey pinstriped shirt, and a tie of deep red. He is surprised when Abbie picked that one, but now Tim sees how nice it looks. He puts on socks and loafers, thinking the next shopping trip needs be for new of both - socks and shoes. He does always keep his work/dress shoes well-polished, so they don’t look that bad.
By five-thirty, Tim is bothering Les in the kitchen who shoos him out, telling him she doesn’t want him drip his new outfit. Then she tells him with a wink, that he looks lovely. She brings tears both their eyes, saying, “If only Cyn could see you now. She would be so proud and happy for you.”
The two compose themselves. Dinner is ready be served, the platter waiting. It is just o’clock as Les kisses Tim the cheeks, wishes him good luck, and hurries leave before Abbie arrives.
Tim now so anxious stands looking out the kitchen front window watching for the cab pull . Around -fifteen it does. Tim hurries out greet and help Abbie from the cab.
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Tim and Abbie 16: What the fashion show leads to
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Posted:Sep 8, 2020 3:19 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 12:19 am
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Abbie’s hand is firmly around Tim’s shaft, helping it get harder and harder. Tim moves between Abbie’s legs, which are pulled up, so her heels touch her ass. He reaches over into the drawer of the nightstand and takes out the container of lubricant. Tim squeezes some over his glans and shaft.
Abbie gasps and is wide-eyed, realizing what Tim intends to do. Tim stares into her eyes as he lifts her legs to be over his shoulders. He leans and kisses her, then pulls back with a questioning look in his eyes. Abbie appreciates what Tim is seeking. Always the gentleman, he is looking for Abbie’s permission to go forward.
Abbie's eyes are now a bit blurred with tears starting to form for what is about to happen. She so hopes it will. Abbie nods her head, just slightly, giving Tim her consent.
Slowly and carefully, Tim’s eyes never really off of Abbie’s, presses his tip to Abbie’s back vag. He pulls back, fathoming a step he forgot. Winks shyly at Abbie and brings the bottle of lube back and squirts some around Abbie’s rosebud. His finger rubs around the circle, and then a well-covered finger pushes up in her to oil the road. Abbie purrs as Tim’s finger pirouette inside her.
Now sure that Abbie is prepared for him, Tim moves back to the feature film. He is still extremely hard, so this time when he presses his glans against Abbie’s hole, it slides into her sphincter and waits there for Abbie to relax. Which she does, so wanting Tim up in her.
Tim presses in a couple more inches, his glans surging ahead starts to throb some from this new adventure. A bit more pushed in, Abbie moaning with pleasure. Tim starts to thrust and pull in rhythm, each time driving more of himself in. Tim’s cock is shaking in excitement as it is entirely up in Abbie.
Staring into Abbie’s eyes, both a bit tear-filled from finally reaching this ultimate height. Tim holds himself there, fully in, as he feels Abbie’s throbbing against him. Each of them shaking so with excitement, it feels almost like they are together in a vibrating chamber massaging them.
Tim, now confident that he can do this for Abbie begins to propel himself into her, each time driving more and more into her. Tim is aware of Abbie’s member pressed against mons. It is also hard and shaking. He reaches for it with one hand and firmly holds the shaft to milk Abbie as he feels himself advancing to the final peak.
Abbie is wiggling her body in response to the wonderful, full fuck she is getting. And from Tim, the man of her dreams, now for sure. They continue in this way, stopping and just staying in place, Tim’s hand slacking off some, to make this ride go on as long as it can.
Tim finds that up in Abbie this way is rather fulfilling. Abbie is much tighter in her ‘vag’ than any other woman Tim as been with. Which are not that many. To Tim, this feels so right. It is arousing him many times more than when he was with a woman. Tim knows in part that he and Abbie have been taking their time moving to this point. Allowing them to learn so many ways to pleasure each other as they work their way up to this.
Tim looks into Abbie’s eyes as they hold the play for a minute. Tim leans and kisses her again. This time Abbie throws her arms around Tim’s neck and pulls him to her. “Tim, thank you, this is wonderful. I don’t want this to end, but I know it will. Though I also know there will be plenty of other times ahead,” Abbie tells him between gasps as another wave crashes through her body. Then so surprising Tim, she adds, “I love you, Tim.”
Such a small statement, but it means everything. Tim is overwhelmed but knows he must reply. And so finally, Tim can say what he has wanted to since the first time they met, “Abbie I love, adore, and so like you. You have filled the empty hole I have felt for so long.”
Both are in tears now, as they pump and pump away. Abbie’s member, with the help of Tim’s hand, is ready to explode. Tim, up in Abbie, feels himself in the final tremor of lust. Together, they cum as one. Both are exhausted as Tim lowers Abbie’s legs, and he pulls out of her.
He grabs a towel from beside the bed and wipes them both off. Laying in each other’s arms, so happy and content, Abbie says, “Tim, that was wonderful. What made you so ready to move forward this way now?”
Tim thinks for a moment, then replies, “Abbie, I have wanted to for so long now. Then after that mishap, I was worried I would not be able to. But wanting you so this afternoon, I knew I was ready. And I think, in part, that being able to see your face the whole time helped me reach this new height. The way we tried before, it was just your back and ass that I saw.”
Abbie laughs and hugs Tim, “Baby, I think I know what you mean. This with you is probably the best sex I ever had. I realize by you saying it, that this was the first time I was in this position to gaze into someone’s eyes as we shagged. It makes everything more intense.”
Abbie understands now. The build-up to Tim and her being at this point, forming a bond between them first, plays a large part. But the position chosen, being able to look into each other’s eyes, is how a relationship such as theirs should be.
As Abbie said, this was the first time she had ever had a man enter her this way. Being on her back, looking at the person. The previous times were all just fucking for sexual release. Not any feelings or emotions involved. Well, there had been some emotions on Abbie’s part, but never had they been returned.
And yes, Abbie does love Tim so much. And hearing what he told her makes her heart swell even more. But what Tim says next almost does make it bust.
Laying with Abbie in his arms, neither saying anything for a bit, Tim ventures, “Abbie, I don’t know how much time you have to take off from work, and I don’t want you to dip too far into your bank. I know we both took a half-day yesterday.”
Tim sometimes does take forever to get to the point, Abbie just smiles, waiting for what Tim is about to suggest. She does have a large bank of time off at work, almost in reality, as much as Tim has accumulated.
Tim stammers on, “Would you be able to take next Thursday and Friday off? I would like for us to have a long weekend together.”
Now Abbie’s interest is piqued. What does Tim have in mind? She tells him she is sure she can get those days off. Abbie askes, “What do you have in mind, Tim?” Abbie thinks that finally having someone to do things with, she should use up some of her bank of days. Abbie has kept her bank of time as Tim has. Being alone is not conducive to traveling or doing things better enjoyed as a couple.
Tim tells Abbie it is a surprise he is planning for her. And nothing more. They eventually get out of bed, a silk robe around each of them. Yesterday, unknown to Tim, Abbie bought this robe for Tim, complementing hers but big enough to cover his body. The feel of silk against his still somewhat tingling body feels so satisfying to Tim.
In the living room, sipping the wine that had been left breathing as the fashion show and spectacular happened. They find a movie to watch cuddled together. After a few minutes, Tim tells Abbie, “Why don’t you pull up your recipe book in your phone to find something for dinner.”
Abbie looks at Tim, confused, so he goes on, “All your program restaurants and delivery places, pick one that you have a taste for, and let’s get some dinner.” Understanding Tim’s joke now, she fingers through possibilities.
Abbie is recognizing that Tim is feeling more and more sure of himself, making jokes which are spot on, but takes a moment for others to understand the humor. Abbie finds she likes this in Tim, his keen wit, which he now feels confident to share.
They settle on ordering an array of tapas. Small portions of several dishes for them to share and eat together. Abbie and Tim are in the afterglow of a first coupling and want to share everything.
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Tim and Abbie 15: Deliveries on Saturday and more
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Posted:Sep 7, 2020 12:51 pm
Last Updated:Dec 20, 2020 12:06 pm
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Saturday morning shines in Tim and Abbie as they lay cuddling in each other’s arms. They have been awake for a half-hour or so but are just enjoying this closeness together.
Tim finally stirs some and tells Abbie he needs to go back to his house for a while today. Abbie feels like she has had enough of this. “What is at your house so important that you keep having to run to do things at it? Aren’t you happy being here with me?” Abbie more or less whines.
Tim comprehends, he has kept everything a secret to Abbie, but he doesn’t want to reveal all things yet. Instead, he gently scoffs her saying, “Abbie, you are sound a bit like a spoiled little girl. Patience is a virtue, and you should remember that. All things will be revealed at their proper time and place.”
Abbie feels rebuffed, and wonders if she is pushing Tim to a proper place with her over his knee. Abbie does not pursue it. Abbie comprehends that Tim is saying in a cloaked manner that something is ahead, and it sounds like for her. She almost wants to follow Tim to his house this morning to spy on what is happening. Perhaps pretend, she is there to visit Les. Abbie does want to visit Les, both to get more information out of her and what Abbie thought of last night.
Abbie admonishes herself and decides she will have to wait until Tim is ready. Tim himself is feeling a bit guilty about not letting Abbie know more about this project, but it started as a surprise for Abbie, and now even more so.
Tim kisses Abbie longingly and promises to be back by late afternoon. Truth be told, Abbie does enjoy the time to sleep in some. She spends a couple of hours cleaning her apartment. Abbie is meticulous in taking care of her home and possessions. Okay, skip the kitchen part as much as it is of no interest to her. But the rest of her abode is always spotless.
By mid-afternoon, all their packages from the department store are delivered. Abbie is amazed at the pile of things before her. Abbie spends over an hour, sorting through and opening each item. She clears a couple of drawers in her dresser to place Tim’s underwear and such in. She hangs all the shirts up to let the wrinkles shake out. And his ties are hanging over a hanger. She is pleased with the choices she made, all complementing each other.
Opening the bag with her underwear that Tim bought, and seeing the red dress, Abbie wants to wear it all right now for Tim. But something holds her back from the lady in red just now. She will know precisely when Tim will want this.
Tim, getting to his house around ten o’clock, finds workers in a full concentration mode. The team does not usually work on Saturday but seems so diligently today makes Tim wonder, in the back of his mind, he hopes this is not going to add costs. Tim finds the boss and asks him about this surprise development.
He tells Tim, “My men have been goofing off too much this last week, and it seemed we would not be able to meet the deadline I promised you. To me, that is the overriding factor in any job I take, my honoring the commitment I make. So, they are working today to get back on track. Your house will be complete, everything in place as you like, and finished, hopefully to your satisfaction by mid-week.”
Tim is elated to hear that things will all be in place by this coming Wednesday. He thanks the construction boss and tells him; from all he has seen so far, the remodeling looks spectacular.
The construction owner humbly asks Tim, “I took pictures of the ‘before’ when we started, and now have taken the ‘after’ look, well in as many rooms so far finished. Would you mind if I posted these on my company website? This job has been the most extensive project we have undertaken in a good while, and it would be nice to show the quality of our work.”
Tim is more than happen to allow him too. Tim even offers to write a helpful review or testimonial for him. Tim tells the construction company’s owner he would like to have copies of the before and after pictures too. Tim wants to remember where he had been and where he is going now. The construction boss understands and promises to email Tim all the images, and thanks him for offering to give an endorsement for his company.
Tim also suggests that he talk with Les some as Tim thinks she might want some work done on her house now too. The boss thanks Tim warmly for the tip and everything else. Tim tells him, the boss and crew are the ones needing to be thanked.
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Tim's mind wanders, absorbing what the boss said. ‘By the middle of next week? All will be ready for his Abbie!’ Tim is overjoyed with the idea. But then he comes back down to earth. Tim and Abbie took a half-day off yesterday, and he the day Abbie was in London just a couple weeks before. Does he dare request more time off, and ask Abbie to also?
Tim knows he has plenty of banked time. He is not sure of Abbie’s available time off. But his mind churns. He calls the department store and changes the address for the delivery of his finished suits to his house, not Abbie’s apartment. And he begins to plot.
Tim decides he will put in for taking next Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday off. He will spend all day Wednesday putting on the finishing touches. That evening he will have Abbie come over after work for dinner and the unveiling. Then Thursday and Friday, not to mention the weekend, they can spend together here and get Abbie’s things moved.
Tim is confident that Abbie will agree to his plan and the idea of moving in here. , in the back of his head, there are still fears of rejection. But that is just Tim. They are coming less and less often now.
Seeing the time, Tim heads back Abbie’s apartment, texting her that he will be there soon. On his way out, he sees Les working in her front garden and stops to talk to her for a few minutes.
“Wednesday is the day it looks like,” Tim starts. “I will have Abbie over for dinner to see the place, and hopefully, she will agree to move in.” Tim is excited as a schoolboy. Les understands and congratulates him.
“I am sure it will work out wonderfully. Is that a new outfit, Tim? It looks so nice on you. It fits better than your baggy old things,” Les praises him. Tim blushes and tells her about Abbie and his shopping trip yesterday. Les is glad hear this and tells Tim she will look forward seeing more of his fashion show down the road.
Tim hurries now get Abbie’s. There is one more thing on his mind that he wants do before Wednesday make sure everything between him and Abbie is perfect. And how he feels right now, it seems like it could happen.
Tim makes a quick stop to get a couple of bottles of wine and a bouquet of lavender roses with baby’s breath, lavender, and daisies. Tim does not know how fitting it is, as lavender roses mean love at first sight.
At Abbie’s apartment, he lets himself in with his key. As he opens the apartment door, he sees Abbie folding and bagging the packaging from the deliveries. He puts the wine down, pulls her into his arms, and kisses her fully. He hands Abbie the flowers saying they cried out to him, saying ‘take us to Abbie please.’ Abbie laughs at Tim’s attempt at a joke.
Flowers in a vase and in a visible location to see while sitting on the couch, Tim helps Abbie finish picking the garbage. He is about take it the trash chute, but Abbie stops him. “Just put the bag in the corner for now. I want you to try the rest of the shirts and pants make sure they are good fits.”
Tim thinks, ‘That’s my Abbie so practical and thinking ahead.’ He asks her when he is supposed do this fashion show? Tim is laughing a little, remembering that is what Les had called it too.
“Well, what do you have planned for us this evening?” Abbie asks Tim. “If no plans, we could do it now and then get something ordered in to eat.”
Tim says that sounds like a good plan. He opens one bottle of wine and fills a glass for Abbie to start. “Let me take a quick shower, and the show will begin,” Tim tells her. Abbie giggles and agrees. While Tim showers, she brings the wine and glasses into the bedroom, open the drawers with Tim’s new clothes some, and the closet door for the dress shirts. Then she sits in the middle of the bed, waiting for the show to begin.
Tim comes out of the shower drying himself to see the stage before him. Laughing as he drops his towel, and then picks it and hangs it in the bathroom, he comes out nude the bedroom.
Abbie pulls him her, and she runs fingers through his hair make it fall nicely. Abbie thinks, Tim’s hair this way is okay, but I wonder if grew it out a bit and have it better styled if it would look nicer. Abbie now in Pygmalion mode since the shopping trip yesterday. Abbie is not trying remake Tim some ideal. Instead, help him look other people the way Abbie sees him.
‘Tim is a rather handsome man. While his dress and manner for years allowed others overlook him, now Abbie wants Tim get the recognition he deserves. Though not so far that others try steal them from her,’ Abbie thinks, chuckling.
Abbie tells Tim try the first dress shirt . She calls him her so she can button it for him. The shirt drapes as it should, and without anything below the waist, Abbie can see Tim’s cock waking .
A few more of the shirts are modeled. seem be made similarly, so will fit right. Then some of the linen shirts, some with collars, some more casual and open-necked. are looking so good him.
Abbie has Tim then try the shorts, jeans, and khakis fitting him well, showing off his nice ass in the process. By the time they have checked out the pants, Tim is getting hard. From both the excitement of posing for Abbie and from her touch as she helps him with each article of clothing.
Abbie has Tim look into the closet mirror to see for himself how each looks. Tim tells her it is nice, but the -panel mirror at the department store added such dimension to seeing himself. Tim makes a note to himself to try to order one for their future bedroom.
The fashion show is winding down now, Abbie carefully putting outfits away again. Tim comes behind her and unzips her dress. It drops the floor, as Tim unhooks Abbie’s bra. Then slides her panties off. Abbie’s unveiling is done in front of the mirror. While not as intense as yesterday, Tim is now the one flutter his fingers over Abbie’s body.
As Tim cups Abbie’s breasts in each hand knead and pinch them, Abbie leans back against him, sighing. Tim leads her back from the mirror and onto the bed. On her back, Tim lays beside her, fingering her clit. Doing how Abbie taught him early on to with her special clit, it is beginning swell.
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Tim and Abbie 14: Friday night at the Wilde Peacock and after
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Posted:Sep 6, 2020 5:12 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 12:19 am
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The Peacock is just starting to jump. Tim realizes that his pub-crawling time always is early evening. From seven until perhaps ten at the latest. And if a Saturday game is on, the drinking is an afternoon sport while watching. He knows pubs don’t ramp it up until when he often calls it a night. Open until eleven with a wind-down and afterglow at some places. But Tim is just not into that level of nightlife.
For Abbie, she usually goes out for fun and games, never gets to the bar until pushing nine o’clock on the weekends, and regularly stays for the last call and even later if she and Phoebe are having fun. Because of Abbie’s younger days in America with bars open until two in the morning or later, she is finding adapting to the earlier hours in the UK a bit hard. She finds the a mandated pub hours a bit on the prudent side.
Both Tim and Abbie are going to have to compromise a little to adjust their inner clocks to sync. Though Abbie might, just might, be coming to understand staying out till after the last call is wasting time, especially when she has Tim to enjoy.
As they walk through the doors of the Wilde Peacock, Tim realizes he is feeling comfortable coming in here now. Yes, Abbie at his side does so help. When they reach the bar to get a seat, both are welcomed by people there. Remarkably, the greetings to Tim are just as kind and welcoming as the ones welcoming Abbie.
Tim is just starting to like and enjoy the people he is meeting at the Peacock. They haven’t been here enough yet to form real bonds with others, but the start of that process seems underway. Tim has never felt that way when going into the pub with his mates. They would welcome him on arrival, but even after all the years going there, not even the barmaids seem to know who he is.
This is so different.
Tim and Abbie chat with Phoebe behind the bar and the other patrons. They tell about their shopping extravaganza that afternoon. All comment on how dapper Tim looks tonight, and what a lovely dress Abbie has on. These comments make both Tim and Abbie feel much more confident and accepted.
It is incredible how the evening plays out. Before, Tim and Abbie when out, mainly chat with each other to get to know each other better. They have not anyway scratched the surface with each other. They know that they will have hours and hours ahead to share. Now going out allows them to enjoy conversations with others.
Phoebe is amazed at the difference she sees. Shy Tim, from the first night, only how many weeks ago, is now outgoing and witty. Abbie has this inner glow over her all the time. Phoebe is amused, watching how much Abbie touches Tim showing her affection and wanting to let him know she is right there and attentive to his needs.
Tim seems to be doing the same with Abbie. It is not the level of ‘get a room already,’ but just two people who are so in sync with each other.
As they chat with the others, now and then, one will say something, and they look in each other in the eye with a grin, that what is being said brings up some personal joke between them.
The happiness and glow the two have is spread over all who they talk with. A couple of footballers from last Sunday find their hands brushing each other’s thighs in shared happiness. The older woman and the younger woman seem to be cuddling closer together as they join the conversation. And actually, still very shy, the younger woman does speak up some too.
Needless to say, the bar at the Wilde Peacock is filled with laugher and camaraderie. The only thing that would make it better, Abbie reflects, is if Phoebe would have a mate too.
Thinking that, Abbie’s mind starts to wander and wonder. While Phoebe can appear femdom at times, she really wants someone to keep her under control. Abbie knows this from their many conversations over the last few years. And Phoebe is drawn to older women.
Bingo! Abbie thinks of Les, Tim’s neighbor. She realizes Les and Phoebe could be rather good together from both sides. Abbie remembers Les’s comment when she, Tim, and Les had dinner together. Les had admitted that after such a long dormant period, she knows she is ready to be open to something again.
Abbie's mind goes into a matchmaking mode. She doesn’t tell Tim yet, just working out how she could make it happen.
At about this same time, this man that no one really knows comes up to the bar near Tim and Abbie. He is enticed by the conversation being bantered about. He leans on the bar next to Tim and starts chatting with him, mainly. He talks with Tim and tries to divert Tim’s attention from Abbie.
Several drinks in, Tim realizes he needs to piss. He is a bit hesitant about the unisex bathroom here at the bar. Tim has never been in one before and is unsure what it would be like. Tim turns to Abbie and tells her he will be right back and walks from the bar to the bathroom for the first time.
Abbie notices the man’s eyes following Tim and knows this is something needing to be nipped in the bud immediately. She stands and heads for the bathroom, the man not that far behind, following her.
Tim is standing at the urinal with his back to the door. Abbie comes in and stands behind him, so close rubbing her body against his back. Tim knows her perfume, and when she brings her hand around and takes hold of his cock to aim him to pee, such a rush runs through Tim.
Abbie holds him as he finishes peeing, shakes it twice, and then does a short little jerk on Tim. Not enough to get hard, but to give Time a momentary pleasure. Then Abbie settles Tim cock in his pants and zips him up. She is getting rather good at doing this. Abbie whispers in Tim’s ear, as she pats his cock to tell him, “That sweety, is mine, no one else’s now.” She turns him and kisses him, and they walk from the restroom.
Tim is surprised at Abbie’s actions, and a bit confused by her last statement. But it makes him feel good what she did and say. What Tim is unaware of is that the man had come through the bathroom door right behind Abbie, with the hope of maybe getting some play in with Tim, who he finds attractive. But seeing Abbie holding and jerking Tim, then helping him get back settled, the man knows it is a message to him.
Not necessarily a universal ‘keep back,’ but the man understands that Abbie is making sure he comprehends that Tim is with her, and to back off. He nods his head to Abbie in acceptance as he steps up to a urinal to relieve himself.
Abbie and Tim back settled at the bar; the man comes to where he had been standing. He downs his drink and then walks away. Abbie smiles to herself that she has diverted a situation Tim might have freaked out over.
Soon Tim and Abbie are ready to leave. They have not had too much to drink, but Tim calls a cab to be on the safe side. In Abbie’s apartment, their new outfits soon discarded, they make out on the couch for a while, before moving to the bed.
Tim, eager to taste Abbie, is soon down on her. Abbie is delighted how much Tim seems to like sucking her. She does twist and turns so that she can suck Tim at the same time. A perfect sixty-nine.
Both are still feeling so new with each other. Exploring all parts of each other with their fingers and tongue is euphoric. Tim is becoming so enthralled with this part of Abbie’s anatomy. He is surprised with himself how much he is.
For a fleeting moment, Tim considers trying to fuck Abbie fully again, but after the disaster last week, and considering today they have drunk a good bit too, he prudently puts off moving ahead to that tonight. Besides, there is so much joy and excitement just sucking each other that it does not need to have something added tonight.
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Tim and Abbie 13: A shopping trip
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Posted:Sep 5, 2020 11:51 am
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 12:19 am
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Friday morning, Tim wakes up remembering last night, the smell, the feel, the taste, of Abbie. He enjoyed sucking and playing with Abbie’s ‘big clit’ and plans experience it again very soon. Sooner than expected even.
Smiling himself, he hears and feels Abbie waking beside him. Tim dives under the sheets and works his way licking and touching until that organ is in his mouth again. Abbie fully awake now, feeling Tim’s mouth sucking her is thrilled that Tim must enjoy this after his first experience last night. Abbie could not be happier as she feels herself quickly approaching climax.
The surprise and the sensation of Tim’s warm mouth sucking in all of Abbie’s nob brings Abbie to a quick explosion. After calming, and Tim comforting her, they both get up to shower and get ready for wor
As Tim stands, Abbie sees that he is at full mast right now. She smiles happily know that Tim giving her oral satisfaction is arousing him also. Tim surprises himself about how excited he gets over sucking Abbie. He walks into the shower. Abbie is right behind him. Both wash and caress each other. Abbie begins with hand attention to Tim’s appendage, then she kneels in front of him and sucks his coc Taking it all in almost. When Tim gets excited the max, his cock is rather impressive in length and girth.
Sucking Tim, as one of Abbie’s hands plays with Tim’s balls, the other finds its way Tim’s back hole rub soap around and around, pressing in a little. It is more than Tim can take at this moment, and his eruption fills Abbie’s mouth overflowing.
Cleaning themselves from this side diversion, both hurry dress get the bus wor The plan is for them work hard get everything done by lunchtime. Then meet at the café halfway between them at wor They won’t bother with lunch, but from there they can catch a bus the shopping mall.
They are at the mall by twelve-thirty, and the shopping extravaganza begins. Going the upscale department store, they are in the men’s department. Stopping first in the underwear department.
Abbie chooses soft stretch-knit boxers, which will mold to Tim’s body and not look baggy underneath. Seven pairs of them in different colors chosen. Then on to silk boxers, which won’t cling as much, but Tim should learn the enjoyment of silk rubbing against his coc Abbie has accumulated a pile of fourteen pairs for Tim. Enough for weeks, so he should always have some clean.
Then they wind their way the shirts. The -buy pile is growing. Abbie is choosing both dress shirts for work, in pale colors and pinstripes. Then some linen shirts that could be worn for work or for going out. Polo shirts in an array of colors. All are high quality and is shows. Not like the discount shirts Tim is accustomed to buying.
The clerk helping them is getting excited seeing how much they are buying. Tim and Abbie move on to the shorts and pants area. New khakis, blue jeans, and more casual pants and shorts for Tim when outside of wor All in the right size for Tim. Abbie reflects that Tim’s current wardrobe appears be clothes a size or too big.
Then on to the suits. Abbie picks out six different suits, in black, grey, navy, charcoal grey, dark brown, and a tan/khaki. Abbie and Tim take the suits to the dressing room. Abbie also brings one of the new pairs of boxers and a dress shirt.
The clerk hesitated a little when it appears that Abbie is planning on going into the men’s dressing room with Tim. In response, Abbie challenged him, “I am helping my boyfriend get the best fit for suits, shirts and pants and shorts. He needs me to determine if they are the right fit. Now, please get your store tailor here in about fifteen minutes to make alterations needed.”
The clerk backed down as he did not want to lose the commission he is going to make on this sale. In the dressing room, Abbie locks the door and comes to Tim, and gently helps him off with his suit jacket. Then undoes his tie. Each item stacked in a folded pile on one of the benches.
Abbie continues to undress him, unbuttoning his shirt and taking off. Removing his t-shirt, something Abbie is going to teach Tim he does not need. Then undoing his pants and sliding them and his shoes off. Finally, Abbie begins to take down Tim’s underwear.
Tim stops her hand and asks, “Why do I need my shorts off? Do I really have to get naked?” Abbie just smiles at him and tells him not to worry. She wants him to try on a pair of the boxers she chose to make sure they fit correctly.
Tim relents, and suddenly he is standing in the middle of the dressing room stark naked. Abbie turns him so he can see himself in the multiple mirrors giving his reflection from different angles. Abbie is standing behind Tim, running her hands over his body, caressing him. Abbie says, “See how lovely you look, honey. I am going to have to fight off others from trying to steal you from me.”
Tim laps up Abbie’s praise. He sees Abbie’s hand move to his mons and runs her fingers through his pubic hair. “Hum, someone is going the need a trim maybe,” Abbie purrs in Tim’s ear.
Tim’s eyes are glued to the mirrors, watching it happen. Abbie’s hand moves to his cock and begins to wank him. Tim has never watch himself having this done, not even when he is jerking himself. The mirrors are showing all this from different angles. Tim is elated about this and hears his breathing quicken as his cock hardens from Abbie’s touch.
Then, in amazement, Abbie comes in front of Tim and kneels, taking his hard prick into her mouth. Now a new visual extravaganza seeing his beautiful Abbie suck himself.
Tim, while absorbed in what is happening here, his mind does wander wondering, ‘while not public per se, in a public department store’s changing room getting sucked and teased.’ Tim knows the clerk, and the tailor will soon be knocking at the door. With that image before him, Tim cums hard and fast.
Abbie barely gets most of the squirt in her mouth. She licks up the rest and reaches for the new boxers. She helps Tim step into them, and she pulls them up and settles him in them.
She shakes out the button-down shirt and helps Tim into it and buttons it up. It appears to be the perfect size for Tim. Not clings to him but not being so baggy (like all the other shirts Tim has been wearing). Smiling, Abbie steps back so Tim can see himself so far.
She takes the first suit and helps Tim into the pants and then the jacket. Both are still a bit large on Tim, but the tailor should be able to make necessary adjustments. Almost like she has conjured him up, there is a knock at the door. When she opened the door, the tailor comes in.
He is an older, small but efficient, man. And so friendly and wanting to please. Abbie sits on one of the benches and tells the tailor where she things alterations are needed. The tailor agrees with her wholeheartedly.
Tim is feeling a little uncomfortable. He has never had a suit altered before. Tim would just go, pick a suit out at a discount franchise, and sometimes not even try it on. This is why his wardrobe is filled with ill-fitting suits, all larger and bulky than needed.
The tailor checking his inseam, measuring him in so many places, Tim is happy when the ordeal is over. But then the tailor tells him to get into the next suit, so while the tailor watches, not really, but Tim feels like his eyes are on him, Abbie helps him out of this suit and into the next.
It doesn’t help when Abbie runs her hands over his ass in his new, fitted boxers. Tim knows the tailor can see his prick outline. But as the tailor is finishing marking up the first suit, he does not even notice.
The same thing again, but now, Tim on tenterhooks when the tailor brushes Tim’s shaft when measuring. This strange sensation comes over him. Is he becoming aroused by just a faint touch of his cock by another man? Tim tries to calm himself by taking deep breaths.
Abbie looking on does see what is happening, and while she is not sure if she likes that another man can stir Tim, it is stimulating to watch Tim’s acknowledgment of what came over him and his attempts to hide his reaction.
All things considered, this shopping trip has been a sexual adventure already.
The tailor finishes marking all the suits for alternations. He tells them they should be ready by Tuesday or Wednesday. Abbie thanks him, and then asks the clerk to bring in other of the items she had picked out.
While Tim stands there in just his new boxers, the clerk brings some of the other items in, a pair of shorts, and a polo shirt. Abbie tells Tim since they are now off work, he could dress for a casual evening. Abbie checks the pockets of Tim’s pants, shirt, and jacket of the suit he had been wearing when they came in. Abbie hands him his phone and wallet.
Then, she pushes Tim to leave the dressing room – his old outfit left behind. She stops him on their way at the tie counter. Holding up tie after tie against Tim, all in bolder colors, even some with a bit of humor, Abbie picks a dozen or so to purchase.
At the register with the clerk, Abbie tells him to please discard the clothes left behind. Tim understands this gesture is for him to accept leaving his old life behind. Tim is more than ready to do. He knows, once all the new clothes are here, the rest of his old, worn garments will also be discarded.
Tim envisions a massive bonfire in his backyard, burning all of them. He knows that is not practical, but a nice thought to symbolize his walking into this new and perfect life. Tim understands all of this suddenly. Everything since meeting Abbie, it is him trying to move to a new future. Including all the work he is doing at his house to make it a new and fresh place. Accepting these new clothes, which do feel so wonderful on him. The biggest, coming to be fully united with Abbie. Life is good.
The clerk is almost purring as he tallies their purchases. Abbie tells him that she wants everything (except the suits which will take a few days) delivered to her apartment tomorrow. The clerk assures her that will happen, as he presses the button for the grand total.
They have spent over -thousand pounds. Tim gulps some as he puts the amount on his credit card. He is not worried, as Tim has enough cover this expense and realizes that it is well worth getting a new, brighter loo
It is now pushing four o’cloc Tim steers Abbie the women’s lingerie department. There, after looking through many choices, Tim picks out bra, panties, and garter sets. One is pale pink, one in black, and Abbie’s astonishment, the last in red.
He pays for the purchase and takes the package with them. But Tim is not entirely done. Moving over to the woman’s dress department, he beelines to this low cut, somewhat clinging to the waist, red dress, and hold it up to Abbie.
Abbie smiles and tells him that this one is a couple of sizes too big but takes one in her size from the rack and holds it up to her. Tim grins as he thinks of Abbie in this dress with the red lingerie under it.
The dress in hand, Tim stops at a rack with casual summer dresses and picks one out for Abbie. A flowery pattern, and with a plunging neckline. Tim understands that Abbie does like to dress provocatively, enjoying the attention it brings her. At first, Tim wanted to bundle her up, so only he got to see her this way. But quickly understands that it is her nature, and to try to cocoon her would be a mistake.
Tim pays for these final purchases and the , bags in hand, head out of the mall. Realizing the time right now and they not having lunch, they stop at a small café at the entrance of the mall and have dinner around five o’cloc
They take the bus Abbie’s drop off these packages, and Tim asks her change into the flowery dress he just got her. Abbie is happy too, as she realizes the colors complement Tim’s new outfit.
Ready, and a little slap and tickle, they arrange themselves and head to the Wilde Peacock for some drinks and relaxation around o’cloc
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Tim and Abbie 12: Getting in the groove
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Posted:Sep 3, 2020 4:13 pm
Last Updated:Dec 20, 2020 12:07 pm
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Monday morning, Tim wakes up, still resting on Abbie’s boob. He so wants to wake her to take things a little further, but he also notices the time. He does need to sprint home in time to get showered and dressed for work. Tim leaves a note saying he will see Abbie on the bus shortly and quietly leaves so Abbie can sleep the extra half hour.
He is at his stop on time and enters the bus to join Abbie at ‘their seat’ as he thinks of it now. Tim so wants to take Abbie in his arms and kiss her good morning, but he is in no way ready for such public displays of affection.
He does slide his hand in hers between them on the seat and squeezes it, hoping she understands how much more he wants to do to greet her. Her squeeze back, unspoken, let him know that she too would.
Now, not judgmental in any sense, Abbie does notice how Tim's suits are starting to get threadbare from use. So by the middle of the week, when they are together over dinner, Abbie carefully mentions it. Asking that as she notices Tim’s suits are showing a bit of wear and tear, would Tim like her to help him buy some new suits and other things?
Abbie did not mind, but she is alluding to his underwear. He wears old man boxers, which just are a bit bulky under a pair of pants. The new cotton boxers which shape themselves to a man’s thighs, and more so outline his cock would be so much nicer. Or even silk ones. Abbie imagines Tim would be ecstatic feeling soft silk against his privates.
Tim turns to her with a look of such joy in his face, and says, “Abbie, I know I need new things, and was trying to think of a way of asking you to help me. Yes, I would love to have you with me on a shopping spree. And maybe you would let me buy you a few new things too.”
Abbie raised her eyebrow a bit of the last comment but smiled at Tim, saying, “Well, how about we take a half-day off work sometime this coming week and go on a shopping spree?”
Each considering their workloads, they decide they could both do this Friday. It would be an early start to the weekend, and after shopping could have dinner and stop at the Wilde Peacock even.
So plans are put in place.
Thursday night on the bus home, Tim tells Abbie he needs to stop by his house and will be over to her place around nine if that is not too late. Abbie is getting rather curious about what is going on. Tim has not invited her to his house yet and it Tim is spending a lot of time there; Abbie has no idea what he is doing.
Abbie tells him that it is fine. She will stop and get something for her dinner at a to-go place near her house. Tim smiles to himself over Abbie’s culinary choices. That is something he hopes he can help her change.
Since Sunday night, when things did not go as hoped, Tim and Abbie have not mentioned what happened. Tim is thinking about it a lot and is confused about what came over him, but he had several drinks that afternoon, and he hopes that was the cause. Still, he is a little gun shy and afraid to try again.
Abbie seems to understand that and enjoys his hand play and her sucking him, but he knows, eventually, they are going to have to face this. Tim thinks about this off and on during the day, and wonders if he tries something intermediate to see if he stays hard. Or will he soften whenever really confronted with what was to him a taboo place before Abbie entered his life.
That evening, Tim checks out the work on his house, and everything is amazing. He cannot believe the transformation which has taken place. While there, Les comes over to ask if he likes what has been done? Leslie also lets Tim know that all the work should be completed in the next week or so.
Leslie reports that the company asked if he wanted them to set up all the furniture and things that have been being delivered? Right now, everything is being stored now in his shed outback. The price Les says they quoted is well worth it not to have to do it all himself, so Tim tells her to give the go-ahead.
This means, without too much work on his part, hopefully by the end of next week, the house will be ready. Already all the changes make it look like an entirely different place. Now so light and airy, fresh, and modern, but keeping with the original design. All Tim can do now is hope that Abbie likes it.
Tim checks the rooms already finished and the totally redone kitchen, which is more than he could have imagined possible. Even without the furniture or appliances in place, it shows such promise.
He hurries now, seeing the time, and quickly grabs clothes for tomorrow and heads to Abbie’s. Halfway there, he realizes he has not eaten yet but finds he isn’t hungry. He just wants to see Abbie now. To feel her in his arms, her lips on his.
Abbie buzzes him immediately, almost as if she is standing by the buzzer to answer. But that would be telling on Abbie. Tim, passing by the elevator, seeing it is on the top floor, runs up the stairs to Abbie’s apartment. Both are realizing how much they yearn for each other when apart now.
Tim finds Abbie’s flat door open an inch and presses the door open, calling to her. He stops, mouth open, as he sees Abbie standing waiting for him by the couch. She is in all her loveliness. Naked, except for sheer bikini panties, which not only show the outline of her throbbing clit, but its tip is peeking out over the top of her panties. Her lovely boobs are perky and firm, her curving waist and flat stomach down over her shapely thighs and calves. Tim knows he has hardened just at the sight of her.
He drops his bag, quickly closes the door, and has Abbie in his arms, kissing her while feeling her body rub seductively against his. Oh, he wants her so much, but still is so unsure. Abbie can sense this and just kisses him, steps back, and tells him, as doing so, “Let’s get you out of these clothes, so you are comfortable.”
Tim smiles down on her as Abbie efficiently undresses him. His cock is hard already from their kisses. She takes his shaft in her hand and wanks it as they stand close together, kissing more. One of his hands is rubbing outside Abbie’s panties against her big clit, feeling it grow. The other is caressing and molding her breasts, pinching her nipples.
They fall together on the couch. Tim notices now that Abbie has filled two wine glasses for his welcome, along with the second half of a sub sandwich waiting for him on a plate. Tim looks lovingly in her eyes as she says, actually shyly, “I wasn’t sure if you would have time to eat, so got something for you too.”
She has the tv on low with some sitcom which they watch as they sit thigh to thigh, Tim now realizes he is hungry; he eats her offering as they chat over the show and continue to rub thighs. As Tim eats, Abbie, from time to time, lifts a napkin to dab his lips. And her other hand, not holding the napkin, is rubbing up against his thigh higher and higher.
Tim finishes, takes another sip of the wine, and thanks Abbie for thinking of him in this way. She blushes at the praise Tim is offering her. They lean back on the couch, both content, stroking each other’s thighs as they watch until the end of the show.
Finished, Abbie turns the tv off and looks into Tim’s eyes deeply as she continues to wank his hard cock. His hand has dived under her pantie waist and is rubbing and pinching her clit. Both are staring into the other’s eyes; Abbie does read what Tim is right now longing for and lowers her lips to his cock to start sucking and licking him.
Tim lets out this long sigh of satisfaction. Abbie’s lips on his cock is the most wonderful thing he could ever imagine. Now regularly feeling this sensation is heavenly to him. He is so close to cumming but questions himself. Is it fair that Abbie so pleasures him this way, and he has not done so in return? He is not sure if he is yet up to it but feels it would be a step for him to overcome to take them to the ultimate pleasure.
He pulls himself away a bit, much to Abbie’s surprise as Tim is so close now. He stands and takes her hand and leads her to bed. There, Tim has Abbie lay on her back as he pulls her panties off of her. Her clit is standing some. Not that high, but obviously very aroused, as he moves to lay beside her. Abbie looks in his shining eyes as he just nods to her.
He wants to go down on Abbie, pleasure her clit, but deep in the back of his mind, he knows it is not Abbie’s clit. Taking this step will be him accepting and truly participating in a vastly different type of relationship than he would ever have imagined. He knows his softening the other day was these deep qualms slowing him down.
But he does not want to slow down. He wants to move forward to experience all that he can, being with Abbie. Abbie looks on at Tim, lying next to her on his back, she can tell his mind it is cranking just now.
Abbie softly caresses his shaft and glans, letting Tim work out these inner demons. She can sympathize with Tim wrestling with the conflicting feeling he must have. She has been trying to be so supportive and patient as Tim works things out for himself.
But, the truth be told, Abbie’s deep inner thought also question whether Tim will ever reach the point that he is comfortable having a full sexual relationship with her. They have been working toward something more between them for three weeks now. And it is over two months for Abbie since she was truly fucked good. She wonders how long she is willing to wait to see if that can ever happen between them.
Tim has been stroking Abbie’s thigh as he thinks about things. The inner argument within him rages as he turns on his side and gazes over Abbie’s lovely naked body. Tim loves every part of her beauty to him. Even if the anatomy is not exactly perfect, but then he begins to realize that it is the perfect anatomy for him.
Remembering all the movies he so loved to watch over and over. The porn of trans to which he is so drawn. The few times Tim has been with females, he did feel that it was not enough. Something was missing.
Tim looks into Abbie’s eyes, who stare back at him questioning, longing, wanting. And a calm comes over Tim, and he knows, at least this step he is about to take is the right thing for him to do at this moment.
Tim leans to Abbie and kisses her deeply. A long sigh escapes Abbie’s lips as she hopes this is a sigh that Tim is ready to go a step forward. And she begins to get rather aroused as Tim kisses and licks her neck and shoulders.
The next moment Tim is sucking her tits, making them hard and rosy. He moves farther south with his tongue. Abbie gasps when he runs it over her belly button, understanding where Tim is headed. A smile is on her lips as she strokes Tim’s head as he lowers himself down her body.
The idea that Tim is ready to cross this barrier right now overwhelms her with emotions that her eyes fill with tears as Tim moves down farther over her mons. Abbie knows this is going to be okay. Tim seems to have come to some resolution about this now.
And then, Abbie cries out in such ecstasy as she feels Tim take the top of her ‘big clit’ into his mouth and suck on it. His fingers are rubbing up and down the shaft as he does. Knowing this means so much more than Tim just satisfying her at this moment. It is his acknowledgment that he wants and is ready for their relationship to go forward on so many plains.
Abbie shudders with Tim’s mouth taking more and more of her ‘clit’ in, while it isn’t that much really, but Tim knows and acknowledges what he is committing himself to, adds to Abbie’s rising arousal.
‘Damn, and Tim is rather good at lip service there,’ Abbie smiles, thinking to herself. His hands move behind her to cup her ass cheeks. He is lifting her more to bring her even closer and more into his mouth.
Tim rotates between sucking and then moving to lick up and down. Past Abbie’s special sacks below. Stopping to lick them too, then down to her back vag to lap around and up in it. Tim thinks to himself, ‘these are Abbie’s lower lips, the entry to her lovely special vag.’ Though knowing the truth, Tim does know what he is actually doing. But to think of it this way, even superficially, keeps Abbie being his lovely girlfriend.
And suddenly, waves of nerve-tingling happiness crash through Tim’s body, realizing this is the first time that he has thought of Abbie as his girlfriend. She is, and so much more. This acknowledgment spurs Tim on further. Back sucking her fully in his mouth, moving to take each of Abbie’s lower lips into his mouth to help swell. Then yes, even to her back vag to tease around it and lap at it.
This rotating of attention continues for several more times. On Tim’s side, he cannot believe how much this is arousing him. Smelling and tasting Abbie’s special place. It is all intoxicating to him. Never would he have realized how much this would excite him.
Abbie’s hands, even in her frenzy, now have found their way to Tim’s cock and is holding it hard as she jerks him. But she wants to offer him something more and make this a mutual moment between them. She wiggles and squirms and manages to turn around, so while Tim is still eating and licking her to the summit, her mouth can take in Tim’s cock and suck and pleasure it.
Such a moan comes from Tim’s lips as he feels her lips on his cock as he is so occupied. Together they bring each other to the peak. Or is it?
It is this moment’s peak, and so enjoyable. But inside, both know that this is only the beginning. Each time together will have many more of these moments. Getting higher and higher, more intense each time, until, in time, they reach the summit.
Both are holding the other’s cheeks to press their lips in more, are sucking each other so hard and fully. It is no surprise that it is only a few moments when each gasps as they feel their juices irrupting from them.
Abbie laps up what Tim is offering, swallowing it all. She, in return, is surprised that Tim is doing the same for her release. Each is thinking the same thought, “How do I deserve such a perfect partner to be with?”
While there is still so much more ahead of them, this moment seals their fates together. Each is knowing they could never find a better mate than who they are with at this moment. Abbie realizes that all before was superficial physical satisfaction. What she now has with Tim is the real thing. Emotions, caring, and yes, the beginning of love, does make it all feel more.
She acknowledges that she will wait for as long as it takes for Tim to move further into them having a full and complete relationship. Abbie turns around and cuddles up in Tim’s arms. He surprises her some but leaning and kissing her so thoroughly, each tasting their own cum from each other’s lips.
Tim kisses the top of her head as he holds Abbie close to him, both feeling the fast heartbeat in each other beginning to calm. “Abbie,” Tim says shyly, “I just fathomed that you are, or I would like you to be, my girlfriend.”
Abbie kisses him and tells him, “Yes, you are my boyfriend and more, and I hope you continue to want to be.”
After, as Abbie lies in Tim’s arms falling to sleep, she wonders, ‘How have I deserved this? To finally find someone who cares for me this much. For Tim to take the steps he has. In such a short time to accept, care, and want to be with me in all ways?’
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Tim and Abbie 11: A relaxing Sunday
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Posted:Sep 2, 2020 12:46 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 12:19 am
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They finally go sleep that night, holding each other as now is their habit. Both find having Abbie snuggled against Tim’s chest and stomach, his cock just against her crack is their favorite way to sleep.
Sunday sun rises and they stir from sleep. While Abbie has the question on the tip of her tongue last night, she held back from asking it. But now, as they lie together arm in arm adjusting to the new day, she asks Tim in a small voice, “Do you have things you have to do today?”
Tim squeezes her and replies, “Yes, I am going to be very tied today.” Abbie begins to pout until he goes , “I have spend the day with my girlfriend, doing whatever she would like do. So that we can be together.”
Abbie squeals with excitement and rolls top of him kissing over his face until their lips meet, and they suddenly are rather quiet for several minutes as they kiss over and over, deeper and deeper with each round.
Finally, pulling away a bit, Tim asks Abbie, “So what would you like do today? It looks so nice out.”
Abbie ponders for a minute and then says she would love to go to the street market a few blocks away. the stores and other vendors cover the street with their wares one Sunday a month, and this was it.
Since moving here, Abbie has longed to go to it, but the one time she did, seeing the couples together there, she stayed only a few minutes feeling so out of place. She knew it was a foolish attitude to take, but she just felt like such a third wheel.
This is also true for Tim. He had been there a couple of times over the last few years. When young, he did enjoy going with his mom, and he realizes Leslie was there with them too most of the time. But when older, he also felt out of place going by himself.
So both are excited to start the day this way. Well, actually, to start the day first with a shower together.
The bath yesterday was terrific, and now finding the fun showering with someone delights both Abbie and Tim. They lather each other up well, taking a lot of time washing each other’s crotches and asses. They just grin foolishly at each other as they do.
When Abbie gets Tim’s prick clean, and now hard, she kneels before him and sucks it as she further soaps his balls. When her other hand slips back behind him, and she sticks a soapy finger in his ass, he lets out a low moan, and his cum fills Abbie’s mouth.
She gleefully swallows it as she scrubbed all evidence of what just happened away. Tim playfully fingered Abbie’s clit as she hardens. Tickling the sacks hanging below, Tim’s pinching and squeezing of her clit head soon has Abbie moaning in return. Moving his fingers to Abbie’s back hole and soaping it inside and out, Tim brings Abbie to a wonderful morning climax also. Both then finish washing and step from the shower.
Abbie dries her hair and puts on her makeup as Tim sits on the bed, watching her. Her skill in doing both is amazing to him. As beautiful as Abbie is to him with no makeup, her expert talent with her makeup does make her look so soft and inviting.
Tim stands, walks to her, and lifts the back of her hair, and kisses her neck there. His semi-hard cock is rubbing against her spine as he does. In a hoarse voice, Abbie says, “We both need to get dressed if we are going out.”
Reluctantly Tim steps away and dresses in a polo shirt and khaki shorts. The pale blue of the shirt does bring out Tim’s color. He is looking rather nice today, Abbie thinks. Seeing Tim’s outfit, she pulls out a sleeveless flower print dress whose main splash of color is the same pale blue.
After one last kiss and hug, for now, Tim and Abbie are out the door. They catch the bus to the street market, which is a stop after the Wilde Peacock, and walk to the fair. Immediately they find themselves wrapped up in all that is offered. Paintings, clothes, rugs, food, spices, knickknacks, and much more are all on display.
Tim and Abbie stop at most of the stands to look over what is being offered. They don’t buy all that much. They buy wrapped sandwiches for brunch, which they nibble on as they explore more. Abbie, seeing a display of soaps and bath bubbles, takes her time over the bubble baths smelling all the different options, sharing some with Tim to see if he likes them. Finally, she chooses two bottles, which seem perfect for them.
Further on, Tim sees some handwoven shawls so intricate in design. They seem to symbolize everything Abbie seems to him. He has her try the one he likes best on and buys it for her right there and then. The look on Abbie’s face, her shining eyes show how happy she is with this gift. She wears the shawl for the rest of the day.
They spend a couple of hours wandering around. At first, they walk side by side, but after Tim buys Abbie the shawl, she takes his hand, and they continue hand in hand. Tim blushes a little at first but realizes this is exactly how he wants to walk with Abbie.
Tim buys some fresh spices with Abbie looking on in awe of how well he knows which ones to get. Tim shows Abbie the different spices he is buying, let her enjoy their fragrance before being added to his purchase. He tells her which dish each will be used in. All this flies over Abbie’s head. She has never fixed anything more complicated than throwing a frozen entree in the microwave, and more times than not, she cooks it too long or not enough.
Tim smiles at Abbie’s look of confusion, thinking, ‘Yes, teaching her to cook will be at the top of the list soon.’
Suddenly, the sky darkens, and in minutes a downpour starts. Tim and Abbie are almost to the end of the street. They recognize it as the road on which Wilde Peacock is located. They sprint the block to the bar, and walk is shaking the rain off them.
Laughing at their dilemma, Tim and Abbie find seats at the bar. The place is not that crowded, but hey, it is Sunday afternoon after all. But there are several regulars around the bar and at some of the tables. The jukebox is playing some lazy afternoon tunes, and a few people are dancing to it on the corner dance floor.
They are happy to see that Phoebe is working this afternoon. She takes their drink orders, which are soon in front of them. Phoebe asks about the storm, and they relay their adventure getting poured on.
Some of the other patrons join in on this conversation. They are chuckling about how the weatherman was wrong about today. How fast the storm came in, but now just down to a drizzle and the sun is coming out again.
Tim and Abbie don’t care. Right now, it is nice to be in a dry place with a drink in front of them. They place their bags together on the floor between their seats. Then in sync, they pull their chairs closer together. Each has one hand on the other’s thigh,
Talking with others around them, Abbie introduced Tim to them all. ‘It seems like Abbie does know everyone here,’ Tim thinks. All are friendly and welcoming to Tim. During one of her first chances to stop and with them, Phoebe raises her eyebrow at Abbie.
Abbie knows what Phoebe is asking without words. She wants know what happened Friday that they left so suddenly. Silently, and unobserved, Abbie let her know everything is fine. There is no way Abbie can tell her about the agreement she has made with Tim and how he disciplines her.
A nice gay couple is sitting next Tim, who he begins with. Then a woman in her sixties or more, with a young woman no older than twenty-five, sits around the corner. While the young girl is quiet and just sits close the woman, the older woman joins in the conversation about recent events being broadcast on the news.
When the news moves the sports scores from the weekend, Tim realizes this is the first weekend in a long time he was not out with his mates watching their team. Nor has he even thought about what the score of yesterday’s game was. It seems that the woman and one of the guys root for the same team as Tim, though the other man’s team is a rival.
The couple of men joke about this rivalry being the one bone of contention between them. But Tim can see they are very much in love with each other, are so good together, and happy. Tim feels this warm feeling come over him, seeing how here accept each other for what they are. So content, Tim puts his arm around the back of Abbie’s chair and hugs her him.
Abbie, in turn, realizing what Tim is doing means, is also filled with joy.
Another man comes get a drink and joins in the sports conversation. Tim recognizes him as the man who held the door for him on his first visit the Peacock. Abbie introduces them, telling Tim this is Brian. But Tim realizes that Brian is familiar from somewhere else also but can’t quite place. Brian mentions the team he roots and it comes back him like a flood.
Months ago, in the Pub with his mates, Brian was there. He was sitting at the bar watching the game between his team and Tim’s side. Tim’s one buddy, Mark, began his regular chant about one team or the other begin gay from how they are playing. Mark really was the crudest of the lot of Tim’s pals, and easily trips over the line of enjoying a drink and being drunk.
Tim has wondered about Mark’s homophobic nature. Why he was so loudly against others with different inclinations? Tim just kept quiet at these times, but his other mates would get going the same way often in chorus with Mark.
Tim now recognizes Brian, from that day. Mark kept going on and on. After loud comments for an hour, Mark goes the bar next Brian for another ale. Ranting about what queers and fairies their team was. Complaining, they were playing so miserably tripping over their feet the time.
Brian turned Mark, and calmly said, “Actually, tripping over your feet is more a hetero thing, isn’t it? I thought fairies and queers were graceful and danced around.” Hearing this, Tim almost spit his beer out, wanting laugh. But the whole bar was silent, waiting see and hear Mark’s reaction.
Mark did stand there for a moment with a dumb look on his face like not comprehending, but then burst out laughing, telling Brian he was right, while the team looks like they had something their asses, dancing was the last thing they were doing.
Mark ended talking Brian for almost an hour as the game went . Slapping his back and acting like a long-lost friend. Tim smiles now remembering that day. Abbie sees him grin and asks what is amusing him. Tim replies he will tell her about it later.
The two are having such fun in the comfortable and inviting nature of the bar. By seven o’clock, they have consumed a few drinks. Realizing they have not eaten since they nibbled on the sandwiches at the street market, Abbie suggests they should probably go.
Tim agrees and puts a call in for a cab. It is just after eight when they get Abbie’s flat. Tim pulls her him and kisses her with great passion. “I have wanted do that day,” Tim tells her.
Abbie kisses him again in return. Both are clinging each other, Abbie’s arms around Tim’s neck and Tim rubbing her back and down her spine as they kiss. As they continue kissing, they make their way the bedroom. Flopping down the bed, they start undressing each other as the passion rises.
Both are aroused a great deal, and Tim seems want things move more forward now. He rolls Abbie her stomach and begins to run his tongue and down her spine over and over. He is leaving kisses over her back. When he has done this for a while, he moves his hands spread her ass cheeks.
Abbie somewhat freezes, realizing what Tim is contemplating doing. She reaches her arm out and gets a jar of lubricant from the nightstand draw and hands it Tim. He takes it and squeezes a good deal her rosebud, leaning and kissing her neck as he does. He puts some lube his cock head and lays the jar aside.
Tim urges Abbie her knees as he kneels between her legs. One hand spreading Abbie’s cheeks, the other holds his prick direct it in her. He presses his glans against her hole and begins try push into Abbie.
But something happened, probably the drinks not helping, but Tim suddenly goes soft. There is no way he can penetrate Abbie now. He leans back and moves to Abbie’s side. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what just happened,” Tim tells her.
“Sweetie, it alright. Perhaps tonight isn’t the night for that yet. When the time is right, it will happen,” Abbie consoles him. Tonight, Tim is the one being held and comforted in Abbie’s arms. While still a bit early, they both fall to sleep with Tim’s head resting on Abbie’s breasts.
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Tim and Abbie 10: Another Saturday
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Posted:Sep 1, 2020 8:54 pm
Last Updated:Sep 2, 2020 10:31 am
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Tim wakes up early, realizing he is still holding Abbie on his chest. He rubs Abbie’s back and works his way down to massage her ass cheeks. He realizes with the two spankings of Abbie’s bottom, he is getting very attracted to doing that when needed. The feel of Abbie’s ass cheeks, its softness, and yes, even how it glows when spanking it. Tim feels the heat emanating from her bum after the previous night’s punishment.
Waiting for Abbie to wake, he thinks over how different things are going to be going forward. Oh, he knows he has a deep feeling for her already. Now, at Abbie’s request, Tim is to be her disciplinarian, adds a sense of responsibility to their budding relationship. He feels a warm glow run through him, thinking about taking on this responsibility.
Tim shifts some as he contemplates this, waking Abbie. She is so lovely to watch. Tim sees her starting to stir, her hands reaching around her to comprehend where she is, and when her fingers rub against Tim’s shoulders, it is like she is aware she is in a safe and wonderful space.
Her fingers move up to each side of his face, and she lifts herself enough to open her eyes, smile at Tim, and then give him a lovely good morning kiss. They cuddle some with Tim rubbing her back and down to her ass cheeks. Tim apologizes for not having put any cream on her bum after last night. He tells her to lie on her tummy as he goes and gets the cream. As Tim returns, he sees her copy of the rules and passes that to her to read aloud as he applies the cream.
This will be an excellent reminder to Abbie about the rules she has agreed to follow. As she reads each out, he rubs the cream over her cheeks and thighs. Abbie is very serious as she reads each. Tim doesn’t stop rubbing when she finishes reading. Instead, he spreads her ass cheeks and squirts some cream along her crack.
Abbie wiggles with enjoyment over feeling Tim’s fingers massaging her. As Tim works the cream in moving downward, he thinks back to how Abbie inserted her fingers as she sucked him last night. This leads to him exploring her bud more as he applies a nice supply of cream.
He presses his finger against her rosebud, and he hears a moan from Abbie. Tim tentatively begins inserting a finger. This causes Abbie to moan even louder in pleasure. Abbie’s whimpers and purrs encourage him more.
He pushes his finger further up in her as Abbie cries out in a small voice, “Yes, yes, yes.” Tim comprehends that Abbie enjoys this, so he pulls out for a second and then presses two fingers up in her ass.
Abbie is overwhelmed by this surprise. She is amazed that Tim is willing to do this already. Besides feeling the rapture of him dancing in her anus, it also gives her hope that things will move forward to something more soon.
She relishes each thrust of his fingers in and out of her. Feel them pressing against her prostate, which makes Abbie shout out in glee. “Tell me how much you want, Abbie,” Tim tells her, “Tell me if I should stop.”
“No, Tim, don’t stop, keep going it feels so wonderful,” Abbie pants in reply as she rolls some to be on her side so Tim can see her ‘big clit’ needing attention also.
Tim moves his other hand to begin pumping Abbie, firmly holding the shaft and moving up and down. It is how he likes to be wanked and can see that at this moment it is what Abbie want’s too.
They go on this way, Tim lying on his side behind Abbie, fingers up dancing in her ass, and others squeezing and jerking her member. Abbie is just crying out over and over how good it feels. Abbie doesn’t want this ever to end, but she knows she is about to explode from this surprise attention to start the day.
“Tim, I’m about to…” Abbie moans, and she feels her shaft trembling, ready to release. Tim realizes this and moved his palm over her glans to catch everything as it comes out. Which it does in stream after stream for almost a minute.
Abbie is shocked herself at how much built up inside her needing to be discharged. As she begins to calm, Tim lifts his palm to his lips and licks Abbie's residue off it. The fingers of his other hand gently pull out of her. At that moment, Abbie rolls to look him in his eyes and kisses him deeply, tasting herself on Tim’s lips.
“Oh, my sweet, thank you. I don’t deserve that after last night, but again we have found a wonderful wake-up ritual for us in the future,” Abbie murmurs to Tim.
Tim laughs, spanks her ass cheeks each once, and replies, “Well, you be my good girl, and it will happen more often. Now, I need to head home. I have some things I need to do but will be back this evening. We can have dinner and see what happens then.”
Abbie pouts a little as she was hoping they would just stay in bed all day and see what could develop. But the look on Tim’s face at her pouting warns her not to push it. And she turns her frown upside down immediately.
Tim gets dressed quickly and comes and sits on the side of the bed, pulling Abbie to him. He kisses her several times, letting her know that if he could, he would stay with her all day. Tim heads out and jogs home. Getting to stay with Abbie, he is getting the benefit of a run regularly now.
At home, Tim gets to work after a quick shower and change. He has clothes to wash, and more rooms to tackle. The main one, which Tim hesitates over, is his mother’s room. The big bedroom which he wants to have redone, with new furniture, for Abbie and him.
Breathing in deeply a few times, he opens the door, which has been closed these last years and walks in. He immediately opens the windows to get fresh air in, and then takes down the curtains, strips the bed, tossing all of that down the stairs to take out to the bin.
He works quickly and efficiently, going through the drawers by her bed, then on to her dresser. He smiles as he sees an excellent wooden, rather large, hairbrush lying there. The bristles are rough, and he remembers last night and takes it and puts it in his room. Returning, he empties the dresser, sorting clothes to give away and others in a bag to toss out.
Tim had started at the bottom drawers, so it is not until he gets to the top drawer that he discovers his mother’s jewelry box. Due to their circumstances, Tim knows his mother never had any really good jewelry. She never wore much of anything ever. But when he opens the box, sitting on the bed, he is a bit surprised to see what is in it.
There were several lovely gold necklaces and bracelets. A ring box that when Tim opens brings long-ago memories from when he was little flashing back over him. He knows this ring. When he was little up until he was about ten or so, his mother always wore it. A wider gold band with a diamond fitted in it. The diamond seems of a decent size.
Tim sees that there is a note, folded many times, and worn at the top of the box. He takes it out and reads:
Cynthia,
I cannot give you my hand, or name, but know that I do, and always will love you. Wear this and think of me wanting to be all that you would like me to be.
Thomas
Damn, this was from his father. And his mother did wear it for years. Then suddenly she stopped wearing it. Later she had another ring she suddenly was wearing, yes this one, that Tim picks up from the jewelry box. A silver band with sapphires embedded in it.
As much as he keeps his feelings for his father, who he never remembers ever seeing, Tim does admire the ring. It had been so important for a long time to his mother. He takes the two rings and some of the other jewelry to his room. Tim thinks that in time he would like to give the gold band to Abbie.
He then empties his mother’s closet of all her clothes. He does not feel ready to sort through them yet, so he carries them to the spare bedroom and just leaves them on that bed to deal with later. The shoes and hats he does bag for another pickup from the center. All that goes out to his front porch.
The only box which he keeps and puts with his mother’s clothes is one which appears filled with letters and other papers. That also goes to the spare room as he knows whatever is in them he isn’t ready to confront, even after all these years.
He does feel good that the room is more or less ready to be redone. He messages the center about the bags on the porch, and the furniture from his mother’s room is available for pick up. He then walks over to Leslie’s house, taking with him the sealed envelope from Abbie and him.
Les is glad to see him and invites him in for a cup of tea. Regarding the time, already after one, he readily agrees. Over tea and sandwiches, Tim tells Leslie about the center picking up his mother’s furniture and the bags on Monday. Also, what she needs to relay to the painters for colors for the rooms. The carpet needs to be taken up, and the floors there sanded too. But Tim wants her to be up to speed to oversee the work. Leslie tells him she understands what is expected.
Leslie comments, “You know, Tim, all this work on your house is raising its value if you ever put it on the market. And you are making me a bit jealous of how nice it is going to be. Maybe I should think about having my place upgraded too. Your contractors do seem to be doing an outstanding job.”
Tim laughs with her over this. Then Tim changes the subject some as he takes the envelope out and slides it across the table to her, saying, “Les, Abbie and I would like you to keep this envelope for us. Just put it away. It is more a symbol to us for something Abbie wants me to do for her.”
Leslie catches on to what Tim is implying immediately, based on their conversation the other night. “So Tim, was it you, or Abbie, who decided they wanted some rules?”
Tim blushes some and stammers, “After our talk on Wednesday night, I realized that what Abbie was wanting a contract between the two of us. Setting some guidelines, rules, Abbie wants in her life now. For her to follow fully or accept the consequences which I will determine if breaks the rules.
“I came up with the rules, Abbie had time to internalize what is to be expected, all the things she did want. We added one she wanted to be included, and this is the result. We both have two copies, one for at home, one for work, and the fifth copy for you to keep for us.”
Les is surprised how easy Tim is adjusting to the role Abbie has asked him to take. “Tim, I will put this away for you, and do understand the need that someone else more or less shares the information you decided on together to solidify the contract. I hope this works out for you too.”
Satisfied, Tim heads back to his house, moves more things from the upstairs bathroom so it can be remodeled. Staying at Abbie’s mainly from here out until the remodeling is completed, is all working out. The contractors are going to finish the downstairs loo before beginning work on the one upstairs, but not having to stumble through the construction will be so much easier.
By four, he has things pretty much under control for the contractors to finish their work. The only thing he needs yet to tackle is his own closet and clothes. He does need to ask Abbie to come shopping with him to pick out some new, more fashionable clothes.
He finishes calculating how much he has spent so far and how much of his savings is left. He is happy to see that his contributions to the account over the last eight years from working are still fully intact by the time all the work is finished. He does yet have a nice nest egg.
Getting ready to head to the shower to clean up before seeing Abbie, his phone rings. It is Abbie. A smile spreads on Tim’s face as he answers.
Tim: “Hi, Abbie, how are you doing? I was just going to jump into the shower then head over.”
Abbie: “Don’t shower. That is why I am calling you. Come over how you are as I am starting a nice bath running for us to take together.”
Tim: “That sounds interesting. I think that is something I would really like and can use right now. I have been doing some work around my house, and my muscles would enjoy relaxing in a warm bath.”
Abbie: “Well, get here as soon as you can. I will start the bath running in about ten minutes.”
Tim, laughing: “Make it twelve, I need to grab some clean clothes to put on after. See you then.”
Abbie laughs with him and says, “Yes, Sir, it will be twelve minutes. Though I am not sure, you need any clothes to put on after.”
Tim hangs up, laughing and hurries to get some clean clothes, razor, and toothbrush. He tosses all into a gym bag and takes off in a jog to Abbie’s flat. Reaching there, Tim buzzes Abbie’s flat, and she replies to come on up and come in, the door is unlocked. He gets a sheepish grin as he opens the front door and rides up the elevator to the third floor.
He opens Abbie’s door and goes in. “Abbie? Where are you, Abbie?” Tim says as he closes and locks the door. Getting no reply, he peeks in the kitchen, then goes to the bedroom and puts his bag by Abbie’s dresser and heads to the bathroom.
It is now getting dusk and a bit darker out. Tim opens the door to the bathroom, “Abbie?” And then he is awestruck. Abbie is sitting in an inviting looking bubble bath. The tub is a double-sized to fit them perfectly. But what amazes Tim is there are lit candles all around the tub and room. And two glasses and a bottle of wine waiting for them.
Abbie says, “Well, hurry up, sweetie, get those grungy clothes off and get in here. The water is at the perfect level right now.” Tim doesn’t need any more encouragement. Tim’s clothes off, he comes to the side of the bath, sitting on the ledge, his feet in the heated water.
“Which way should I go? Facing you or behind you?” Tim asks.
Abbie moves forward enough for Tim to slide into the tub behind her. She is pressing up between his legs. His now hardening cock is pressed against her crack as she leans back against his chest. Tim turns Abbie’s head just enough to see her and kiss her deeply.
“This is perfect for a bath, my dear,” Tim comments.
“Umm,” is all that Abbie replies. Tim is shocked that just lying there; with his cock enfolded in Abbie’s crack, he is getting somewhat hard. Tim knows Abbie must feel it too. He picks up a wash rag, soaps it, and begins to lather Abbie’s shoulders, moving down to her armpits and upper arms, then sliding the rag over to wash her boobs carefully and taking time to squeeze each tit between the rag with his finger and thumb.
Abbie moans with delight as Tim then begins to soap her stomach; moving lower, she spreads her legs to welcome him there. When Tim does start scrubbing her thighs, he can feel how hard Abbie’s clitty is too.
Oh, this wonderful bubble bath has them both so aroused, moving towards the brink. Tim washes Abbie’s shaft and clit head thoroughly as Abbie whines her enjoyment. Tim has her lean forward, and he soaps her back and then has her lift up some as he washes her ass cheeks, crack and running around her hole and pressing in just a bit.
Abbie is going wild with this bath. She flips around, so she is sitting on Tim’s lap facing him. Their members are now rubbing against each other. Abbie picks up another washcloth, soaps it, and begins on Tim’s shoulders and chest, moving down over his chest, squeezing his nipples as she goes down, down, over his stomach to finally grip his cock in the rag and begin stroking his prick slowly.
Tim, so enjoying this now, brings his cloth to Abbie’s shaft and begins doing the same to her, wanking each other at the same time. Here in this warm bubbly bubble bath, Tim suddenly comprehends that this is a jacuzzi tub. The jet sprays surrounding them help the bubbles to continue and add lovely vibrations to everything.
They jerk each other slowly to start, but as each begins to feel that uphill ride to satisfaction, they wank each other harder and faster. Their balls are banging against each other. This adds to the jet stream just hitting them in the right spots, makes them both realize the end is clearly in sight. Abbie leans to Tim, and they kiss as both squirt their loads up each other’s stomach.
Realizing how wonderful it was to cum together at the same time, Tim and Abbie laugh joyfully. Abbie leans against Tim’s shoulder as they take their time wiping all the evidence away from their stomachs.
The bathwater is so lovely and warm still due to the jets, and the bubble bath is still working full time. The just lazily play with the bubbles, putting them on each other for amusement. After a while, both now starting to feel like they are pruning up, they climb from the tub. Big fluffy towels are wrapped around each as they dry each other off.
Everything is being done slowly and gently as both are still in the post-climatic state. Finally, they go to Abbie’s bedroom, and Tim starts to dress in his clean clothes. Abbie stops him and asks, “Can’t we stay like this for the evening? I adore looking at your naked body.”
Hearing Abbie say this sends a unique sensation through Tim. While his mother, and Leslie, would praise and compliment him about his looks, personality, and achievements, no one else ever really did. The encouragement from his mom and Leslie, Tim just wrote off as they were doing what they thought was expected.
Embracing what Abbie just said about his body is the first time he heard, and felt, someone’s positive affirmation about him. It is hard for him to respond to this as it is something new he is experiencing. He puts his clothes back in the bag, and steps to Abbie and kisses her fully.
“Well, if I am staying this way, you should too,” Tim tells her as he pulls her towel away to show her lovely body.
It is a beautiful body to Tim. Abbie, standing before him naked, not hiding anything. Her incredible perky tits, yes, a little on the small side but just so perfect for playing with. Abbie’s flat stomach with a gentle curve to her hips and thighs. And what is there between her legs, at ease now, but just peeking out at him to enjoy.
Realizing that Abbie has that added feature increases Tim’s aching for her. How they have played so far, it is a lovely supplement. Tim laughs to himself, thinking this. ‘Maybe not supplement, but rather an appendage to her total self.’
He looks at Abbie as she glows in front of him and he is not concerned about whether anyone accepts his choice or not; Abbie is precisely who he wants to be with in his life. Oh, down the road, there will be more self-doubts and concerns about this all, but at this moment in time, Abbie praising him, Tim finds himself wrapped up in this new feeling of confidence he never really had before.
Abbie putters around, putting her makeup back on. While to Tim, she looks lovely with no makeup, Abbie’s self-consciousness makes her always wear this sort of mask to hide behind. With the makeup she knows how to apply so perfectly, Abbie does present herself - at the first few glances - as a beautiful woman. It is only on looking a little closer that her secret is revealed.
Tim leaves her to it and heads to the kitchen to see what they could fix for dinner. Both are rather hungry now. In the kitchen, for the first time, Tim is thrown back by what he sees.
He opens the refrigerator first and finds there is nothing in there except a few bottles of white wine, takeout leftovers, and old to-go boxes. All well past their edible date. He grabs the trash bin and throws most of the boxes away. He is puzzled that Abbie does not even have any basics like eggs, milk, bread.
When he opens the freezer, he sees just a container of ice, a bottle of vodka chilling, and a few frozen entries which look past their use-by dates also. He tosses those out too. When he begins to open drawers and cupboards, he finds a few pieces of silverware, about four place settings, a box of dry cereal, and some salt and pepper.
As for cookware, Abbie only seems to have a kettle, medium-size saucepan, and a small fry pan. ‘How does she even survive?’ Tim wonders. He ties up the garbage, carries it to the living room door, and goes into the bedroom to grab his khakis, telling Abbie he will be right back.
He hurries down the hall as the ripe food is smelling a bit and tosses the bag down the trash chute. Going back to the flat, Tim returns to the bedroom, strips out of his shorts, and tells Abbie he has cleaned her kitchen but doesn't say that doing so opens a whole new side of her to him.
(Now perhaps Tim is being slightly superior in his judgment. At an early age, his mother started teaching him to cook, and he developed into being a rather good chef, making mouthwatering meals for himself and occasionally Leslie. He is floored a bit to find that it appears that Abbie is not a cook by any definition.)
Abbie blushes, realizing what Tim found, “Yeah, I am not anything of a cook. Boiling water for tea or coffee is about my limit. And it is so easy just to eat out or order in.”
“But Abbie, don’t you realize how much money you are wasting doing that? Think of all the things you could have if not spending it all on takeout food,” Tim logically tells her.
“I know, it just…” Abbie mutters.
“Well, not today, but sometime soon, I will teach you how to cook. For tonight we will do it your way. Where do you want to order take out from?” Tim relinquishes his stand.
Abbie comes to Tim, flings her arms around his neck, stands on her tiptoes to be closer to his lips, and as she kisses him her body rubs against him so seductively. They both moan as their bodies meet. They can each feel the heat rising between them. After a few minutes of this, they pull apart, and Abbie states, “How about curry for tonight? There is a good place that delivers not far from here. What would you like?”
As she says this she picks up her phone and presses a number and her phone is dialing. Tim laughs at this as Abbie must have speed dialing for every to-go or delivery place within twenty kilometers from here. Somewhat like that old joke. He tells her to order whatever she wants, and they can share it.
Tim listens to her ordering and realizes she is starving. But all things considered, Abbie probably had not eaten since their dinner last night. And a lot of things have gone on since then.
Tim and Abbie head to the living room, where they find a movie to watch. Naked, in each other’s arms, they cuddle and enjoy the start of the film. When the food arrives, Abbie runs to the kitchen to get plates and drinks, while Tim throws his shorts on once more, to answer the door and accept the food.
As soon as he has put the bags on the coffee table, he is back in the bedroom, shedding his shorts. Together next to each other, Abbie just fills one plate with all the food, hands Tim a fork. He is a bit confused at first, then comprehension occurs. They are sharing the food on the plate together, sometimes even feeding each other bites.
The movie winds on as they eat. Abbie clears the food away. The little remaining food she puts into the now almost empty fridge. Tim just sighs and shakes his head, thinking the next round of leftover food entering the icebox will never be eaten, instead starting a new scientific experiment to see how long until mold grows.
When they get back to the couch to watch another show, Abbie sits sideways on Tim’s lap, resting her head against his shoulder, Tim’s arms around her, holding her to him. This feels so right and pleasant to Tim, and Abbie too. Abbie’s smaller frame does fit so nicely on his lap. As his cock hardens, it rubs up against her ass crack, and Abbie’s big clit as it grows presses against his stomach, wiggling back and forth as if asking for attention.
Tim does not disappoint it. Rather mindlessly, he strokes it softly as they watch the show. Abbie is becoming more and more aroused by this, but not to the point of cumming. She realizes just this soft interaction between them is so enjoyable, feeling the nerves of her body tingling waiting, waiting for that final peak. But it doesn’t need to go to that point right now. This plateau is more than enough for her now.
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Tim and Abbie 09: Friday again, a week since meeting
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Posted:Aug 31, 2020 11:53 am
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 12:19 am
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Tim wakes about am the next day. His arms still around Abbie, and she is cuddling against him. This is a fantastic feeling. Tim has never spent a night with anyone before. He stretches a little and sees the back of Abbie’s lovely neck right below him. Tim doesn’t want wake Abbie, but can’t resist. He leans and kisses that tender spot at the back of her neck.
Abbie stirs in her sleep, and almost a purr comes out of her lips. Tim kisses her again in that place, and Abbie wiggles with delight and does wake. She turns over face Tim, and it is now her turn lean in and kiss him fully the mouth.
Her hands are behind Tim rubbing his ass, as they move closer their cocks rub together, so enchanting as both are semi-hard from the night.
Tim pulls Abbie , so she is top of him, and they press and grind their privates against each other, causing such incredible friction to ignite them. They kiss thoroughly as in addition, Abbie’s lovely breasts are rubbing so nicely against Tim’s chest. Their nipples are touching, causing both to harden there too.
Such an erotic feeling to Tim, rubbing their cocks together shaft to shaft, balls to balls. This takes the cake in arousal for Tim, and Abbie is feeling the same sensation.
Adding to this moment, Tim admits he had never woken with someone before. There were only a few times in her past that Abbie had either. It is a good while since the last time.
The closeness waking, holding, and being held through the night is escalating the sensation they both are having. Kissing deeply over and over and they grind together, it is not surprising that they both shoot their wads soon into this rapture.
Their cum on each other’s stomach now is intermingled as they are not ready to stop kissing yet. After about a minute of them cumming, they are laughing together about how wonderful that was on waking. Abbie says shyly, “I hope that will be how it usually is.”
Tim just smiles at her, lifts his hands to her face to hold and rub. Looking at her in her eyes, they just stare at each other, like looking for each other’s souls. Tim kisses her more chastely now and says, “Abbie, if my prayers are answered, this is how I hope we start every day, us together. If we can add what just happened to the mix, it would be heaven for me.”
Tim hugs her and then pulls away, “Baby, I need to get home to shower and change in time to catch our bus. You can lay here a little longer, but you need to get ready too.”
Abbie agrees but does get see Tim the door. There they notice his copies of their contract. Tim asks her bring them him the bus when they meet. One more extended kiss and Tim is out the door.
Being in shorts, he decides jog home. Tim has just enough time get changed and make it the bus stop in time. Abbie smiles warmly at him as he gets the bus. Both Tim and Abbie’s day pass swiftly with their messages back and forth every couple of hours. The last one from Abbie at four asks Tim if he would like get something eat and then go the Wilde Peacock that night.
Tim says that sounds fine. He will just stop at home to get changed and then get her. Abbie is delighted that they will be back where they met a week ago.
goes well for the first part of the evening. Tim picked Abbie around seven, they walked a Chinese restaurant a few blocks away and had a great dinner filled with interesting conversation. Then they got a cab drive them the Peacock.
As they get out of the cab, Tim hesitates for just a minute, now understanding what the Wilde Peacock really is. He wants see it with open eyes. They enter the bar, and Tim looks around as Abbie leads him the bar, and the same seats, they were in a week ago.
They sit, and Phoebe comes wait them. Abbie introduces Tim Phoebe, explaining she is the owner of the Wilde Peacock. They order their drinks, and when Phoebe comes back with them, she says, “Well, now I see why you have been a stranger since Monday, Abbie.”
Tim, taking a sip of his drink, hears this and looks at Abbie, who is now blushing. The talk some, Phoebe and Tim getting know more about each other, how Tim and Abbie met here a week ago. Then Phoebe leaves wait other customers.
Tim leans to Abbie’s ear and quietly says, “Abigail Elizabeth Adams, it seems you left out some details after agreeing to be completely honest.” A shudder runs through Abbie as she blushes a deep shade of red.
“I am sorry, Sir, I should have told you, and it was before we made the rules,” Abbie defends herself.
“When our drinks are finished, we are going to leave and go to your flat to take care of this matter,” Tim tells her. “I thought we were going to have a nice evening here. Me getting to know more about the bar, and then afterward…”
“But now I have to punish my bad girl instead. That will be twice in days. I hope this doesn’t have become a regular thing,” Tim informs Abbie.
Abbie never took so long to finish her drink as the one before her now. Tim goes back to the general conversation they were having during dinner. Abbie even gets him to laugh a little over one of her stories. She is able to string it out for an hour, the whole time thinking about what is ahead for her. Unless Tim, having a good time now decides they should stay and not deal with Monday’s issue.
But no, as soon as she drains her glass, Tim stands, leaves a tip, and tells Abbie, “Come along, it's time I got you home, Abigail Elizabeth.”
Shit, she is going to get another spanking. As they stand waiting for their bus, Tim’s hand is on Abbie’s ass, just tapping against it. This adds to Abbie’s vision of what is about to happen. She feels herself starting to throb, thinking about this.
She is quiet on the bus ride to her apartment, and when she says or asks anything, she murmurs it starting with ‘Sir.’ The walk from the bus, Tim’s hand still holding and squeezing her ass, sends shudders through Abbie. At the flat, Tim tells Abbie to go to the corner and stand there thinking about keeping things from him. Like the fact that she had been out to a bar without telling him.
Actually, Tim remembers back to Monday night when he was cleaning things to start work on his house, so to have it nice for Abbie. And recalling that when he texted her Monday, it took over a half an hour until she replied. That will go into her punishment too.
Abbie in the corner, tears forming in her eyes that she knows she deserves this. It was foolish to have gone back to her regular, wild, routine of spending evenings in the bar instead of going home. And that she had not answered Tim’s text right away. The worst part to her is she does want something to develop with Tim even on Monday night. So why did she go to the Peacock, and then about everything under the sun beside him?
After about fifteen minutes, Tim calls from her bedroom come in there. Abbie does as he says and sees Tim sitting the side of her bed, with just his boxers . What more, she sees he found the old wooden hairbrush she keeps her dresser, and it is now the nightstand.
Abbie lets a little whimper out as she knows what is ahead. Tim tells her undress completely. She has five minutes do so, put her clothes away, and come and stand in front of him. Abbie flutters do as told, and within four minutes is standing nude before him. The anticipation has made her clitty so hard, and from Tim’s appearance under his boxers, he is getting aroused also.
Tim sees Abbie looking and takes his cock and balls out of his underwear. He pulls Abbie over his lap, so her clitty is settled between his thighs, rubbing his cock. “I took my clothes off as I didn’t want you to make a mess on them. I think if I am going to have to keep spanking you regularly, we need to get a large box of rubbers for you to wear when being disciplined.”
On hearing this, precum drips out of Abbie, landing on Tim’s balls. He smiles as he holds Abbie’s back and just circling and rubbing Abbie’s ass cheeks. Abbie knows it is going to sting soon, but she is so excited too.
Tim begins, lifting his hand, it comes down on Abbie’s right cheek with the first hard spank. The second spank to her left cheek follows right after. He begins to really spank her for about four minutes; the only sound is Abbie’s gasps and crying.
Abbie’s ass now a rosy shade and Tim can feel her clitty growing large against him, which also has gotten harder. Tim picks the hairbrush, and as he rubs it over her burning cheeks, he begins lecture and question Abbie.
“Abigail, I thought you promised be good. And while what you are being punished for is before the official contact, the fact that you did not tell you had gone out the bar Monday night is a problem,” Tim begins, bringing the brush down on Abbie’s sore ass in rhythm with what he says. “And the fact that the contract implies this is the type of behavior you are be disciplined for.”
“Why Abbie, after telling you would not see that night, would you rush the bar?” Tim asks her with a few more spanks both cheeks.
Sobbing now, Abbie replies, “I don’t know, Sir, why I did it. It was my habit in the past before I met you. I know now I should have never gone and should have told you yesterday.”
“So, tell me the reasons you are being spanked right now?” Tim encourages her with a few more slaps her cheeks and upper thighs. “Number them.”
Abbie is now really starting hurt from the brush’s connecting with her butt, between sobs and groans begins, “One, going out on a weeknight without telling you. Sob, sob. Two, Not paying attention your and answering it promptly. , making you worry about . Four, not confessing what I did sooner. Five, embarrassing you when Phoebe blabbed.”
Tim delivers about ten spanks on each cheek swiftly on the last reason. “Abigail Elizabeth, do not try put this someone else. You are responsible for your own actions. Are you trying say you are getting this spanking just because I found out? Were you going let this error in judgment your part just disappear if no one said anything?” Tim asks Abbie.
Abbie says a quiet no. She is reaching that level in punishment, the moment when guilt and sorrow seem wash away with each spank of the hairbrush. Realizing her guilt and the results of bad behavior are exactly what she needs. Abbie wonders if she suggested going the Peacock just for Tim find out about Monday and this be the results?
With that revelation, Abbie absorbs each smack of the hairbrush. She feels beside the tears freely fall from her eyes, the passion in her mounting. She knows she is about explode between Tim’s thighs. Tim seems know it too as he squeezes his legs tight against Abbie’s clitty.
He places the hairbrush aside, rubs Abbie’s ass softly, asking her, “Are you ready?” Abbie understands what Tim is underlying saying and says. “Yes, Sir, I think a few more, and I will.”
Tim moves one hand under Abbie to clench her clitty, then he lifts his hand again and begins spanking her fast and hard. Abbie is moaning with this duel sensation. Tim is pumping her hard as he spanks, and she knows it is coming in seconds. By about the fifteenth spank, Abbie does let loose, and her juices squirt from her into Tim’s hand.
Tim gives her ten more on each cheek. Which have this stinging quality to Abbie now, but is such a euphoric state. Pain and pleasure so wonderfully mixed.
Abbie stays lying over Tim’s lap for a couple of minutes while he rubs her back and shoulders, helping her calm. He then lifts Abbie and places her carefully on his lap. Abbie throws her arms around Tim’s neck and, with tears, says, “Thank you, Sir, I really did need that. And I will not do anything like that again. Unless I have your permission.”
Tim hugs and cradles her for the next ten minutes. Then they fall together on the bed. “Sir,” Abbie says humbly, “Would you like give you satisfaction now?” Tim’s saluting cock is still at attention, so he just nods yes her. She has him lay his back and lift his ass so she can take his boxers off.
With the skill she demonstrated yesterday, Abbie leans over Tim’s crotch and takes his cock into her mouth to suck, lick and finger him to his release. Her fingers find their way to Tim’s asshole and rub around it, pressing one, then two fingers in him to dance on his prostate as she squeezes his ball and deep throat him.
After all the build- this point, and how wonderful it feels be in Abbie’s sweet, warm, and wet mouth makes Tim begin stir. The boiling pot has reached its peak, and semen comes shooting out of him. Abbie swallows a good portion of it, but some escapes land her boobs. He pulls Abbie him kiss and allows his sperm coat both of their chests.
Abbie cuddles top of him, purring softly as Tim strokes her hair and back gently. So gently that she soon has fallen asleep. Tim pulls a comforter over them and holds her on him as he too falls asleep.
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