Uncanny Love Tales – (076) Mother Theresa

 

The village of Kettlewell sits in the rolling Pepperstock Hills that form the northwest border of the Finchbottom Vale and it is half a mile from the hamlet of Kettlewell-on-the-Hill, the two of which made up the parish of St Augustine’s Church, and Kettlewell is 1.5 miles from its largest neighbour, Highfinch, which was where Theresa Gammon was driving to on a hot sunny afternoon.

She lived in Kettlewell, on the far side of the village right on the edge of the countryside, in a large detached former farmhouse and had lived there her who life and could never imagine living anywhere else.

Theresa had come close to losing the house after her husband left and had to work hard to keep a roof over her daughter's heads after the divorce.

She had had to make sacrifices over the years and one of those was romantic attachments which was why she hadn’t found a significant other in her life.

However, her daughters, Lily, and Rosie, were now both engaged to fine young men, so time was running out to find love again before the grandchildren came along.

When she arrived at the Tennis club she parked up, and when she got out, she was wearing white Tennis shoes, white ankle socks with yellow trim and a pale-yellow tennis dress, mid-thigh length, to show off her lovely long tanned legs.

On her head she wore a peaked cap, and her hair was tied in a ponytail, Theresa had the same colouring as her daughter Lily, pale ginger hair, fair delicate skin, and stunning blue eyes, her hair was going a little salt and peppery, which she could have dyed,

 but she rather liked it.

She smiled when she saw her Tennis partner walking towards her, because her children had been talking about wanting to find someone for her, but they didn’t know that she already had her sights set on the new Church Warden, who was her partner that afternoon, but hoped that was just the beginning.

Uncanny Love Tales – (075) Grecian Crush

 

It was in the late 1980’s when Gary Welsh, a Paramedic in Abbottsford, was on holiday with a group of friends.

They were staying in an apartment on the northernmost island of the Greek Cyclades archipelago, Andros. 

It was a quiet island due to the fact that it was a two-hour ferry ride from the mainland, but Jack thought it was worth it and the lads had been there for two days when quite by chance they met up with some familiar faces.

A group of Nurses from the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and among them was Alisha Beckwith a girl he had known at school, in fact she was his first crush.

There had always been something smouldering between them, although they had never been out together, they had come close once or twice, but it never quite happened for them, but there they both were on the same island at the same time and with no attachments, and it was apparent straight from the start that there was still a spark.

An ember which glowed beneath the Greek skies and burst alight with a kiss on the sands of Agia Marina beach one bright warm day which led inevitably to burning passion in his apartment where they made love for the first time.

 

Gary stood in the bathroom doorway and watched her stir as the afternoon sunlight painted patterns on her naked contours as it shone through the billowing curtains.
Her hair was still damp from their passionate exertions, clung to her face and neck and beads of sweat sparkled on her luscious skin.
She lay on her side, knees drawn up to her belly, showing off the wonderful sweep from her narrow waist to a curvaceous hip and then onto the perfect roundness of sumptuous buttocks.
Alisha rolled on to her back as she stirred again and the magnificence of her was there before him with patterns of light and dark dancing over her gorgeous form.
Her nipples aroused as the soft breeze wafted over her and Alisha’s eyes opened and she smiled the broadest smile when she saw Gary watching her.
She sat up and brushed the hair from her face then moved onto her knees and stretched, leaning back until her hands touched the bed behind her supporting herself on clenched fists and throwing her head right back putting on a display until her black hair tumbled down her back.
His eyes slowly scanned the beauty of her form, the cascading black hair, down the cords and sinews of her neck to the fine structure of her shoulders.
He dwelt, naturally, on her firm breasts and proud nipples before continuing to the softness of her flat belly and her curved hips and round buttocks before reaching the thick black triangle and her long taught thighs either side.
He left the doorway and picked his way through the discarded clothing on the floor to reach the bed where she now sat on her haunches looking at him.
A radiant smile was illuminating her face with eyes that said “again please”

Uncanny Love Tales – (074) The Sister’s Best Friend

 

It was in the late 1980’s when Rob Tory, a Paramedic in Abbottsford, was on holiday with a group of friends.

They were staying in an apartment on the northernmost island of the Greek Cyclades archipelago, Andros. 

It was a quiet island due to the fact that it was a two-hour ferry ride from the mainland, but Jack thought it was worth it and the lads had been there for two days when quite by chance they met up with some familiar faces.

A group of Nurses from the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and among them was Rebecca Kinsey, his sister Mandy’s best friend.

Rob had fancied her for years, but she had always given him the cold shoulder.

But suddenly they were both on the same island at the same time and with no attachments so he thought he would chance his arm one more time.

It took the best part of the two weeks but eventually she weakened and agreed to go moonlight swimming on Agia Marina beach one warm and balmy night.

But he wasn’t going there for a swim, and he hoped she wasn’t too.

First of all, they just walked together hand in hand in the moonlight but very soon their Metaxa fuelled thoughts turned to more passionate delights.

The beach was deserted apart from the two of them and silent but for the gentle breaking of the waves and when they stopped to kiss it proved to be the prelude to something more as they stood beneath an olive tree and quietly undressed.

 

Rob and Rebecca lay entwined in the moonlight panting and sweating in the sand.

“So, you finally got me” she said.

“I was beginning to think it would never happen” Rob said.

“I wasn’t” she replied and kissed him passionately and then got up and ran into the sea.

Uncanny Love Tales – (073) Afterglow

 

Henry got out of bed and left Sandra sleeping and went to the kitchen to get drinks.

She lay serenely in the afterglow, the sweat of earlier passions spent had evaporated and was no more and her tousled blond hair framed a peaceful face with the red glow that had previously graced her cheeks no longer visible.
Her eyes were resting, her mouth open slightly and her full lips still moist, and on her pale smooth skin no hint remained of what had passed.
The contortions of orgasm which were earlier etched into her innocent face lingered no more, but he thought they would soon be present again.
She lay beneath a silken sheet stretched more tightly across her breasts showing them in sharp relief.
The cool evening air from the open window aroused her nipples which then stood proud through the taught silk and she murmured in her sleep and squirmed in unison as her arousal continued elsewhere.
If Henry did not return to the bed her satisfaction would have to be in her own hands but luckily Henry did return as he was himself aroused.

Uncanny Love Tales – (072) Strange Bedfellows

 

It was in the late 1980’s when Billy Nixon, a Paramedic in Abbottsford, was on holiday with a group of friends.

They were staying in an apartment on the northernmost island of the Greek Cyclades archipelago, Andros. 

It was a quiet island due to the fact that it was a two-hour ferry ride from the mainland, but Jack thought it was worth it and the lads had been there for two days when quite by chance they met up with some familiar faces.

A group of Nurses from the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and among them was Camelia Clerembeax a girl he had known since nursery school and one whom he had never looked at twice.

Not that she was unattractive, on the contrary she was lovely, but the truth was that he just didn’t like her and never had, and he always believed the feeling was mutual, but as it turned out he was mistaken. 

 

It was a blistering hot day, and the rest of his mates were taking the ferry to Tinos to see the Monasteries and the Holy Church of the Virgin Mary Evangelistria, not that they wanted to go, it was just that they had got involved with a group of girls, Billy hadn’t got involved with anyone and so didn’t fancy a trip to a monastery so he feigned a headache and cried off.

He was also trying to avoid Camelia Clerembeax who he had manage to bump into more often than he was happy with, so having her spend the day on an island two hours away would have been a refreshing change.

As it turned out, due to the heat he did develop a headache and went to his room to lay down.

He went straight to sleep and awoke some time afterwards to find someone nibbling his ear and a hand was caressing his torso.

He had no idea who the gentle assailant was that was fondling him in the semi darkness, but he didn’t really care but he did know that it was  arousing him.

But as the gentle caressing hand moved towards the waistband of his shorts, he thought he had better check, so he lifted his head to look.

“You” he said.

“Yes, do you mind?” Camelia asked as she began to unbutton his shorts.

“Not anymore” he replied and lay back and let him know how wrong he had been about her.

Uncanny Love Tales – (071) Grecian Delights

 

It was in the late 1980’s when Jack Nilson, a Paramedic in Abbottsford, was on holiday with a group of friends.

They were staying in an apartment on the northernmost island of the Greek Cyclades archipelago, Andros. 

It was a quiet island due to the fact that it was a two-hour ferry ride from the mainland, but Jack thought it was worth it and the lads had been there for two days when quite by chance they met up with some familiar faces.

A group of Nurses from the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and among them was Heather Reeves a girl he had known at school.

There had always been something smouldering between them, although they had never been out together, they had come close once or twice, but it never quite happened for them, but there they both were on the same island at the same time and with no attachments. 

So, it was on Agia Marina beach one warm and balmy night when their destiny was fulfilled, though first of all they just walked together hand in hand in the moonlight but very soon their Metaxa fuelled thoughts turned to more passionate delights.

The beach was deserted apart from the two of them and when they stopped to kiss it proved to be the prelude to something more.

However, that sordid alcohol fuelled coupling in the sand led to a holiday romance, which in turn led to a romance that lasted a lifetime.

Uncanny Love Tales – (070) Kitchen Cousin

 

The Walters and the Pickford’s had lived in Springwater for many generations and every year they had a family holiday together in Greece.

Colin and Kate Walters and their sons Harry and Sam, Kate’s sister Christine Pickford and husband David and their daughters Charlotte and Ellie, all stayed in the Villa that was jointly owned by the two families every year in Batsi on the island of Andros.

Sam Walters was a twenty-nine-year-old solicitor who still lived in the old family home in Springwater although his parents had retired to their Greek Villa and his brother Harry was working for a magazine in New York.

On one family holiday in Greece Sam, who was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday at the time, was seduced by his Aunt Christine’s oldest daughter Charlotte, who was just sixteen, for the first of many occasions.

Sam and Charlotte were what is known as “friends with benefits” which was a mutually satisfactory arrangement.

Sam had had a very stressful week and so on Saturday morning he was hoping for a bit of a lay in.

He had been invited to a Summer Ball and a Golf tournament, but he had been so busy of late that he declined both invites.

What he planned to do instead was to sleep late and then spend the rest of the day doing very little.

However, he was awoken earlier than planned, much earlier in fact, by the rattling of crockery from the kitchen and the sound of water running, a kettle being filled probably, he supposed.

He looked at the clock and it was 6.05am and he had an unexpected houseguest, he didn’t know for sure who it was, but he had a fare idea.

So, he just threw on his robe and went quietly downstairs to investigate but as he approached the kitchen, he suddenly hesitated as he caught sight of Cousin Charlotte sitting on the kitchen counter completely naked happily pleasuring herself.

Sam didn’t want to embarrass her, so he did the gentlemanly thing and watched her through the crack in the door.

Charlotte of course wasn’t fazed or embarrassed when he did eventually walk into the kitchen, nor did she stop what she was doing.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” he asked, and she smiled.