those Italian movie stars in the fifties, like Ginaâ¦what was her name? or Annaâ¦somethingâ¦Pity she didnâtâ¦never mind, next time.
He rubbed his cock reflectively; it stiffened somewhat. Delighted at his potency he sniffed his fingers, inhaling Sophieâs rich odour mixed with the chestnut tang of his come. Jesus, I could do it again, now!
Sophie came back carrying a glass of water.
âGot a smoke, Carl?â
âYeah, sure, in my jacket.â
They shared a cigarette in silence.
âWhat time is it?â she asked.
âAfter four; I suppose I better go soon. What time do you start tonight, Soph?â
ââBout six thirty; I have to go home and change into my uniform.â
âYou going to wear that tonight! Wow! Come down and see me, wonât you? You can help me carry the rice again!â
âYouâre a dirty old man, like the rest of them there,â she said smiling. âThat suck Laurie was chasing me round with his thing hanging out, what there is of it.â
âEh! That bastard ! Thatâsâ¦thatâs sexual harassment .â
âYeah, well, I used to go round with him, sort of.â
âLaurie! Ah, Jesus, Sophie!â
âNot for very long but.â
He took the glass of water from her hand and set it on the floor, pulling her down. She lay with him, her head on his shoulder. He smelt the biscuity odour of her hair.
âYou donât still think Iâm aâ¦you know, what you saidâ¦a poof.â
âNo, of course not, that was Laurie anyway. He goesâ¦the other day, he goes: âThat Carlâs a catâ, a poof you know, âand Iâm gonna snot him one day!ââ
âJesus! Charming ; the sooner I get out of that place the better, and you too.â
âItâs not so bad, thereâs not many jobs round for girls, and I get plenty of tips and that.â
âI bet you do, just feel that.â
He put her hand on his hard cock. She wanked him absently, saying, âYeah, maybe you better leave, it is pretty heavy thereâyou know Mustafa? They really hurt him the other night.â
âYeah, but whatâsâ¦why?â¦oh forget it! I am leaving.â
He turned towards her and kissed her nipples.
âYou got such lovely boobs.â
âCome on! No look, theyâre really droopy, Iâm just too fat, donât look at me!â
She pulled the rug over her. He pulled it away.
âNo, Sophie, youâre lovely, really! Honest!â
He bent over her and kissed her round stomach and continued downward into the thick hair.
âNo! Donât!â
âWhy?â
âItâs not hygienic.â
âWhat!â
âNo, I donât like it.â
Carl was surprised: oral sex was an invariable ritual with all the women he had had.
âOK.â
He hugged her and put his cock between her thighs and let it rest there.
âWhatâs your second name?â he asked.
âPapafogos, whatâs yours?â
âFitzgerald.â
âWhat kind of name is that? Youâre not Australian, are you, Carl?â
âYeah, of course,â he said, obscurely offended.
âYou donât talk like a skippy but.â
âA skippy! Whatâs that?â
âThatâs an ocker , you know?â
âOh right, yeah, I am though.â
This settled, he stroked her back and her ample buttocks. Slipping his finger between them he tickled her anus. She pushed him away and sat up with a jerk.
âJust get away, Carl!â
âGee, Sophie, what did I do?â
â You know, youâre just like Greek guys, I thought you was different.â
âWhat do you mean?â
He looked at her in bewilderment; she was gathering her clothes.
âSophie, please!â
âHelenâs husband, Nick,â she said, looking away, âhe gets drunk and he always wants to put his thing in there, and I wonât
He rubbed his cock reflectively; it stiffened somewhat. Delighted at his potency he sniffed his fingers, inhaling Sophieâs rich odour mixed with the chestnut tang of his come. Jesus, I could do it again, now!
Sophie came back carrying a glass of water.
âGot a smoke, Carl?â
âYeah, sure, in my jacket.â
They shared a cigarette in silence.
âWhat time is it?â she asked.
âAfter four; I suppose I better go soon. What time do you start tonight, Soph?â
ââBout six thirty; I have to go home and change into my uniform.â
âYou going to wear that tonight! Wow! Come down and see me, wonât you? You can help me carry the rice again!â
âYouâre a dirty old man, like the rest of them there,â she said smiling. âThat suck Laurie was chasing me round with his thing hanging out, what there is of it.â
âEh! That bastard ! Thatâsâ¦thatâs sexual harassment .â
âYeah, well, I used to go round with him, sort of.â
âLaurie! Ah, Jesus, Sophie!â
âNot for very long but.â
He took the glass of water from her hand and set it on the floor, pulling her down. She lay with him, her head on his shoulder. He smelt the biscuity odour of her hair.
âYou donât still think Iâm aâ¦you know, what you saidâ¦a poof.â
âNo, of course not, that was Laurie anyway. He goesâ¦the other day, he goes: âThat Carlâs a catâ, a poof you know, âand Iâm gonna snot him one day!ââ
âJesus! Charming ; the sooner I get out of that place the better, and you too.â
âItâs not so bad, thereâs not many jobs round for girls, and I get plenty of tips and that.â
âI bet you do, just feel that.â
He put her hand on his hard cock. She wanked him absently, saying, âYeah, maybe you better leave, it is pretty heavy thereâyou know Mustafa? They really hurt him the other night.â
âYeah, but whatâsâ¦why?â¦oh forget it! I am leaving.â
He turned towards her and kissed her nipples.
âYou got such lovely boobs.â
âCome on! No look, theyâre really droopy, Iâm just too fat, donât look at me!â
She pulled the rug over her. He pulled it away.
âNo, Sophie, youâre lovely, really! Honest!â
He bent over her and kissed her round stomach and continued downward into the thick hair.
âNo! Donât!â
âWhy?â
âItâs not hygienic.â
âWhat!â
âNo, I donât like it.â
Carl was surprised: oral sex was an invariable ritual with all the women he had had.
âOK.â
He hugged her and put his cock between her thighs and let it rest there.
âWhatâs your second name?â he asked.
âPapafogos, whatâs yours?â
âFitzgerald.â
âWhat kind of name is that? Youâre not Australian, are you, Carl?â
âYeah, of course,â he said, obscurely offended.
âYou donât talk like a skippy but.â
âA skippy! Whatâs that?â
âThatâs an ocker , you know?â
âOh right, yeah, I am though.â
This settled, he stroked her back and her ample buttocks. Slipping his finger between them he tickled her anus. She pushed him away and sat up with a jerk.
âJust get away, Carl!â
âGee, Sophie, what did I do?â
â You know, youâre just like Greek guys, I thought you was different.â
âWhat do you mean?â
He looked at her in bewilderment; she was gathering her clothes.
âSophie, please!â
âHelenâs husband, Nick,â she said, looking away, âhe gets drunk and he always wants to put his thing in there, and I wonât
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