Gerald's Girl Ch. 3

Chapter Three - I Spy

James was wakened by a knock on the door, rousing him from a brief troubled sleep, tossing and turning. "Mr. Carmody... Good morning! 6:30" It was Valerie waking him for breakfast.

"Yes, thank you!" He lay there thinking of his, what should he call it, spying seemed too harsh. Yet what else could one call it. It still bothered him that she had been looking into his eyes in the dark as she assertively rode her husband's maleness in the middle of the night. She had ridden up and down his hardness, while he lay a bit under the weather, not helping or participating much. Still she rode on until at last reaching her climax. He remembered exactly what she had said, how she said it, loved the sound of her soft intense sigh. . "ohhhhhhh ...ohhhhhhhh. Ooooohhhhhhh. Yyyyyyessss! It had been soft but firm, full of pleasure, soul, and meaning, almost enough to include him in its universal release.

"Will we be embarrassed looking into each other's eyes this morning?" he wondered. He shook his head, "don't be ridiculous, she isn't even aware of how our paths have crossed."

He could smell bacon frying as he came down the stairs. "Good morning!" he smiled at her across the large kitchen, picking up a cup from the table and crossing toward her, trying hard not to show any discomfort at her gaze.

'Good morning," she smiled. Her eyes held his perhaps a moment too long, examining him carefully. Perhaps she had been looking at him. He couldn't take his eyes away from her breasts, perky under a crisp floral blouse. The pleasure his host had had, ...they both had had so noisily during the night was burned into his mind and sprang back easily.

"Not sure "His Lordship" is not feeling too lord-like this morning!" she said rolling her eyes skyward.

James enjoyed her smile as well as her ready, somewhat sharp wit. "Yes, I saw him in the hall, he looks, as the cowboys say, like he has been rode hard and put away wet!" His last word was clipped as he remembered just what double meaning that might conjure in her mind. He thought lamely and unsuccessfully for a subject to take the conversation in another direction. She smiled in his direction, that warm toothy smile. "Very apt!" she said, leaving it open to trouble his mind.

Gerald arrived looking sad eyed and tired. "James says in America they would say you had been 'rode hard and put away wet!' what do you think dear? I said it was an apt expression."

Which of us was she mocking, James wondered, having trouble keeping his thoughts together.

"I feel like something was done to me." He leered at James, "you can't trust birds, can you, get you drunk and think they can have their way with you. Do anything they bloody want! It's a crime, that's what it is!" Well, he was awake and full of the devil, that was clear. James wondered again: 'Who is being mocked here?' Not sure that it was not him on both counts. He just couldn't be sure.

He went to his room to pick up his coat, briefcase and other things. James readied himself to go to the office in a very unsettled, tense frame of mind. On the other hand he had thoroughly enjoyed his participation, or at least his intrusion on their sex life. Thoroughly. It had already sprung back into his mind several times. Valerie's breasts hanging down away from her body into the slings of her bra cups as she bent from the waist before him in the mirror. The almost tangible feel of her riding up and down on Gerald's cock there in the intense darkness. It was breathtaking, except for the uneasy sense that he may have been caught spying. "Well, if I was, she seems to have enjoyed my spying," he decided, at last. Returning downstairs, he found plans had changed.

"Hope you don't mind, James, I need to go a different direction this morning, so Valerie will take you to the office on her way to her jumble-sale job."

"Oh, sure, sure, no problem." He smiled as she bounced down the stairs pulling on her gloves.

"Ready?" she smiled up at James.

James opened the car door for her and waited as she sat into the car and swung her legs into her car. He noticed that she rolled her eyes up to catch him staring at her legs as she swung her legs in. Did she open them just a little wider than necessary? Did she pause just an instant with one in the car and the other still on the ground? He wasn't sure. He closed the door firmly. She was still smiling. It occurred to him that he had to get over the tension of worrying about what she was thinking and go back to just taking things as they come. Still, it wasn't as easy as it usually was. Her thighs looked so invitingly creamy in her tights, her skirt fluffed up to about mid-thigh. James decided to relax and enjoy it, ... whatever the hell was going on.

"We're off!" he intoned, trying to sound his usual bouncy self.

"Right you are. How did you sleep, Mr. Carmody?"

There it was again. His tension level soared.

"James, ... Please, you make me feel old!"

"Oh, sorry James," she gazed over at him, that angelic smile on her face.

"How did you sleep, James."

He decided to give as good as he got. "Well, fine, once I got to sleep, that is! And you?"

"A leading question, sir," she bit her lip, suppressing her smile for the moment.

Somehow, he thought that she had been probing for something, and had gotten it out of him, or so she thought. James was so confused, he wasn't sure whether he had answered her or not. He stared as she spread her legs wider, touching the clutch and downshifting the little stick shift.

They arrived and she turned toward him to wish him a good day, with some little joke. Without meaning to do it, he touched her nyloned thigh as he laughed at her joke. An electric charge, literally leapt between them.

"Oh, I am sorry," he muttered. The static electric charge was an accident, but after exchanging a long glance, they both burst into laughter at the same time. He really hadn't meant to touch her thigh, had he? He wasn't sure anymore. He was confused.

She turned more toward him, her knee elevated slightly and bent over to look up at him through the opposite side window, giving him a good look up her skirt along the taut nylon of her thigh. He thought he caught a glimpse of lemon colored knickers at the end of the tunnel.

She roared away, leaving a bewildered American standing on the wrong side of the street, thoroughly confused and quite tense. Quite different from his usual cocky certainty.

That evening ...

Gerald and James arrived home to find the aroma of dinner strong in the air. "Wow, this is a bit of all right!" Gerald said, beginning a string of jokes about not getting anything to eat when the Americans went home again. Valerie didn't seem to see the humor of it.

After dinner, they were invited to the local pub for a drink with friends. James tried to beg off, but they insisted that he was probably the guest of honor as far as their friends were concerned. It made a nice evening. Gerald spent a lot of time playing darts and chatting with his mates, leaving James alone with the two girls. James found himself concentrating on Valerie. They found a lot to talk about, nothing terribly deep, just movies and books they had both seen and then the funny coincidences of life and so forth.

Midway through the evening, Valerie began touching his wrist when she wanted to emphasize a point, and James was doing the same. It was clear that they had established a bond.

"Come on James, I'll give you a game of darts!" There was a lot of laughter in their game and a lot of reason to touch each other as they reclaimed darts from the board. James became quite accustomed to the feel of his arm around her waist as she explained the rules and guiding her to her turn, any excuse seemed to be a good one to touch her firm full curves. The touches were light, not meant to attract too much attention, but each one was warm and sealed their friendship a little bit more. He found her finding reasons to press her breasts against him, guiding his unpracticed tosses of the darts. Laughing at his jokes, then pulling his arm against her. All in good fun.

Back at home they were all ready for an early night. It had been a nice evening; each having had had a good time in his own way. "You're sure lucky, love, having two of us blokes taking you out, you know!" Gerald had said in his joking banter. "Gerald bought all the beer, you know, and I told all the jokes! We should both get a goodnight kiss, you know!"

"Oh, stop, Gerald." She smiled. "you two could turn a girls head, though! But, James was a good date while you were off with your mates all night, so, why not?" She tipped her head up and James bent for a quick thank you kiss. "There's for being my white Knight!"

"Thank you fair princess!" he grinned.

"There she goes, James, give her an inch and she takes a yard! You be careful, mate! she'll have her way with you!"

Gerald stopped in the bathroom and Valerie patted him on the arm as she slipped past to her room "'Night James, it was lovely talking with you tonight."

"Yeah, me too!" James slipped into the little guestroom. He bit his lip, tasting the little lipstick left there by her kiss. He liked the sweet taste of it, and he found himself rolling it round in his mouth. He waited until he heard Gerald go past, knocking and saying "Good night James, see you in the morning." Then waited a while longer with the door ajar. Hearing Valerie sweep by, he opened the door and walked down through the cloud of a lovely feminine scent that brought a smile to his face.

He found Valerie's panties and tights piled in a puffy pile on the vanity, and fondled them lightly, enjoying the way they made a colorful little mountain that seemed to be full of her warmth and her essence. Before turning off the light, he picked them up and touched them to his cheek then tested them against his nose. Lovely.

He undressed, hanging up his clothes, turned out the night, and picked up the panties to put them back in the bathroom. He was accustomed to sleeping nude and so he wore nothing, now that he was feeling comfortable in the house. In the hall he again heard noises from the adjoining room. He paused, listened, then moved close to their door again.

Gerald sounded a little drunk but mostly just amorous. James realized by the sounds that someone was standing against the wall or against the door itself.

"Oh, dear, you are soooo good, Ahhhhhhhhh , that's it sweetheart, suck me, suck me, suck me harder. Yes, yes, that' is ...ooooooohhhhhhhh you are so fucking goood...sweet Jesus, take it, take it suck it suck me. There was scraping noise against the door creaking from someone leaving heavily against it. James imagined Valerie there on her knees, hands on his thighs, Gerald's cock deep in her mouth. One hand slipping up to grip his balls, her cheeks sucked in by the amount she was sucking on him.

James found himself holding his own cock, listening at the other side of the door. He realized suddenly that his grip included Valerie's soft panties and tights he intended to leave where he had found them. He continued stroking himself with her soft panties.

"Oh, sweet Jesus, suck harder dear, it is great! Ahhhhhrrrrgggg! YES! Wonderful.

"Shhhhhhhh!"

"Oh Fuck, ... never mind Shhhhh! Give us your tits love. Give us your sweet tits. Let me fuck your big tits!" A move away from the door and it quieted down.

"Here, love, on the edge of the bed. Give us your big fucking titties, Come on, hurry up now dear. Give us those big tits "Ohhhhhhhh, Yes...ohhhhhh You've got a lovely pair of Bristols. Great for fucking me! Fuck ...Fuck ...Fuuck! Unnhhhhhhhh unhhhhhh , unhhhhhhhh. That's it. Squeeze those things together... make me a titty-pussy ohhhhhhhhhhhhh yessssssssss! There you are my girl ... Hot enough for you?? Love my spunk , eh? Love my spunk???"

"Yes, ...yes ...shhhhhh!"

James realized he had come in the excitement of listening to them making love on the other side of the door. His cum was in her panties! Now what? ... what to do with the evidence?

He hurried down the hall and dropped them back in the pile as he had found them. "Just have to trust she won't find them until they have dried," he thought, a little sheepishly. He made it back into his room just before the light lengthened down the hall and he heard Valerie pad down the hall to the bathroom.

"Oh, my gawd!" he thought. He slipped into bed, pulling up the cover over his pounding heart.

Valerie rinsed her mouth, brushed her teeth and took an aspirin from the medicine cabinet. As she drank the water, she noticed in the mirror that she had forgotten and left her panties and tights. She started to rinse them out, first the tights, then ..."what?" ... she felt the panties. They had a large spot on them, but ... Examining them closely, she realized ... ...could it be? ...She looked at her strange expression in the mirror. Suddenly it came to her. It is James's spunk! "Had he been listening then?" "yesssssssss!" she heard herself answer. Her eyes were wide open in the mirror. In spite of herself, she sniffed it a little. 'No doubt what it is.'

With a quiet little smile, she slipped the wet panties up over her hips into place. She touched the spot he had left, patted it into the curls at her Venus mound. When she had washed the tights, all the time with a smile on her face she was slightly ashamed of her brazen act. Slipping another man's spunk against her body, just for the sensation! She smiled impishly into the mirror and stared at the dark spot on the front of her panties. She hung the tights to dry, turned out the light and slipped down the hall. She dragged her nails lightly on his door, a final affectionate farewell.

She slipped into bed beside her now relaxed and sleepy husband, devilishly grinning, she moved up close behind him and pressed the wet spot against his behind. Gerald squirmed a little, and she pressed even closer. She grinned in the dark. "Serves him right!" she said to herself.

To Be Continued...