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Jiggles and the Black Shaft

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If you want to catch up with the previous adventures of Veronica Jiggleswick and her crew, I recommend the first Jiggles collection, available from Amazon, Smashwords, and other stores.

Autumn had rushed in, and all the colours had changed. The trees under the Hooligan’s wings all seemed to burn now, in multiple shades of red and gold. The low, afternoon sun lit their crowns so brightly that the pale aeroplane picked up the russet tints.

The sky was crisp and clear, perfect weather for flying, with excellent visibility, even as they came in low to land. Jiggles danced the graceful little passenger plane above trees, its slipstream dragging a few already dead leaves from the branches. The line of yellow foliage on the edge of the wood was abrupt. They crossed it, and were above a thin field dipping down a long incline toward the country house.

A wide path of darker, harder packed ground showed the line of the landing strip. It angled away from the house, flattening onto what had been a lawn, and pointing to the gardens and ornamental lake. They would come around and land uphill, but their passenger had insisted they come in from this direction for the reveal of the big house.

Part way down the slope was a wood and corrugated tin building. Built like a Dutch barn, but on a smaller scale, it had the nose of a small biplane poking out of its doors. The rounded tail sticking out of the other end couldn’t possible belong to the same plane. “What an interesting set up.” Ally commented as she spotted the two planes in their purpose built hangar.

“Oh yes, Toby’s father did enjoy flying. He trained for the Air Corps in the Great War. He created this strip and used to fly from it all over the place. I think Toby wants to get the planes working again and restart his pleasure flights.” Their passenger said. He was crouching behind and between the pilot’s and co-pilot’s seats so that he, too, could look out of the windows.

“Well, we always bring Ginge along with us. And he can’t keep his hands off any broken down old crate he finds. I’m sure he will help out.” Jiggles said. “Now, go back into the passenger cabin and belt yourself in next to him.”

Godfrey Hardwicke did as he was told, heading back into the Hawker Hooligan’s passenger cabin. They had reached the bottom of the slope, and Jiggles pulled back on the stick. The Hooligan rose abruptly, and Godfrey dropped back into the seat beside Jiggleswick Air’s resident mechanic. Ally looked across at Jiggles, with a little smirk.

When she had been much younger, Veronica Jiggleswick had nursed a heavy crush on her big brother’s friend Godfrey. Godfrey had known all about it, and been a decent enough chap not to make fun of her or make her feel small. So, when she had been old enough, and had gained a fair amount of the relevant experience, Jiggles had acted upon the crush, bedding Godfrey one hot Summer night.

That had all been before Jiggleswick Major had disappeared whilst flying across the Mediterranean. Recently, Jiggles had discovered that her brother may have been working for the British intelligence services at the time, possibly as a favour to Godfrey. She wasn’t yet sure how she felt about that revelation, but, when the opportunity to do a weekend’s charter flying for her old crush had popped up, she had jumped at it. She would, if the chance arose, ask Godfrey all about her brother’s clandestine work.

Jiggles dropped the wings of the Hooligan, to make a low pass over the ornamental lake. Her recent experience piloting flying boats meant she could estimate the height easily, and knew the plane was raising an arrow of ripples across the water.

There were more trees, and a low rise, on the opposite bank of the lake. Jiggles pulled the plane up again, easily clearing them, then banked steeply for a return run over the water. She wiggled the wings just a little to align with the landing strip. The wheels, on their fixed struts under the Hooligan’s wings, touched grass gently, raising little trails of dust behind them.
Jiggles eased off the throttle, and the tail came down. The little wheel at the rear of the aeroplane bounced more readily than the larger main undercarriage, spoiling the clean landing a touch. A little less throttle, and it sat more firmly. The passenger plane rolled onto the uphill section of the strip, and slowed gently. With a dab on the brakes and a twist of the rudder, it turned toward the hangar, and came to a neat stop right in front of it.

Ginge had jumped up from his seat as soon as the aeroplane had hit the upwards section, and moved to the side door. As the Hooligan stopped, he opened the door, and picked up the chocks, which were stowed right beside it. He quickly had them wedged under the wheels of the landing gear, holding the plane firmly in place until it was decided where it would be berthed over night.

The engines coughed as Jiggles throttled them right back and they stopped. They ticked, hot metal cooling after the strains of flight. With the chocks in place, Ginge stepped up to the starboard nacelle and listened to it. His ear was dangerously close to the metal cowling around the engine. He reached up to it, testing its temperature. It was warm, but not painful to touch, so he stroked it lovingly.

Jiggles had beaten Godfrey to the cabin door, as he assembled his briefcase, jacket, and hat. As he bent to get through the short portal, she turned to him and offered her hand, mimicking the gentlemanly gesture he would have made if the positions were reversed. Godfrey wasn’t the sort to be offended by such joshing, and he accepted the offered hand daintily as he stepped down.

The Hooligan had lined up perfectly to point into the hangar. Ally and Jiggles had already had a look inside, and knew that what they had thought were training aeroplanes were far more interesting. Ignoring their passenger, they walked around the end of the starboard wing and headed over for a closer look. Ginge had finished communing with Bendy- as they called their aeroplane- and spotted what was so interesting to them. He speed walked after them to catch up.

“Is that an SE5?” Jiggles asked.

“It certainly looks like one.” Ginge said. “But I think it has been modified a wee bit. I don’t see a gun on it.”

They had been mistaken by their first glance of the aeroplane. It wasn’t a trainer or hobby flyer, as they had thought, but a Royal Aircraft Factory SE5 fighter from the Great War. Now that they were close, the flat, upright rectangle of the nose was recognisable, as were the lightly staggered wings. It had been painted a pale blue, rather than the much darker shade it would have sported in service.

“Papa bought it after the war. It is rather marvellous, isn’t it?” said a man from somewhere in the darkness of the hangar.

With the aeroplane sat back on its rear wheel, the nose was angled upwards, blocking their view of the cockpit. So it was a surprise when they spotted a dark figure clambering out of it. In the shadowed interior of the hangar, it was hard to tell who had just alighted from the SE5 at first. As they took steps forwards and around the wing, it became obvious that they were a short and slim young woman. Her deep brown hair was cut in a conservative bob, at odds with the daringly short culottes and short sleeved blouse. A becoming little streak of oil marked her right cheek where she had wiped her hand on it, or poked her head into some mechanical alcove.

The pretty young woman was obviously not the person who had spoken. She giggled as she came around the wing, then gave a little curtsy, and ran down the slope toward the house. They watched her go, appreciating her long legs and her lovely, rounded buttocks where the culottes clung to them.

“She is lovely, isn’t she?” the voice said again. When they looked around, there was another person climbing out of the vintage fighter. He was tall enough to be a little awkward as he unfolded himself. They thought he meant the young lady who had just sprinted off, but then he patted the side of the aeroplane. “Papa persuaded them to give him it, rather than scrap it. He even got them to repaint it. After I had learnt to fly, we would have dogfights over the lake. He flew this, and I would be in that.”

The foppish young man who had climbed from the aeroplane gestured behind it, to the hangar’s other occupant. Only now did they notice its distinct form, with a rounded nose and three tier wing.

“Is that a Fokker?” Ginge squeaked. He was imagining it in bright red, flying high above a battlefield.

“Ah, if only. It is a rather good replica, though, I’m sure you’ll agree when you see it in the light. Ah, Godfrey old chap, so good to see you. These would be the folks from Jiggleswick Air who you were telling me all about. Good day, ladies, gentleman.”

Godfrey walked around the wing to take the man’s hand. Jiggles, Ally and Ginge followed, and there were hands shaken all around. “Toby, old boy, I would like you to meet Veronica Jiggleswick. She’s every bit as keen a flyer as yourself. But you know that, as I have told you some of her adventures. And this is Ally, her co-pilot and business partner, and Ginge, the Jiggleswick Air master mechanic. I am told that he can fix anything, given enough oil and a hammer. I thought you would like to learn more about the joys and perils of commercial aviation, and slip Ginge a few guineas to get these old crates back in the air.”

“Oh yes, absolutely. Young Eileen- you may have just seen her leaving- is surprisingly talented with her hands when it comes to rooting out the problems. But she admits that she hasn’t the background, yet, to be my mechanic. Perhaps she can learn from Mister, er, Ginge. If he does not mind her staring over his shoulder as he works.”

“Not at all. The country need more air mechanics, I always say. And, please, just call me Ginge. Everyone has for so long, that I think I’ve forgotten my real name.” Ginge offered.
“Thank you, Ginge. You are too kind. It will be wonderful to get these birds back in the sky. It will be my limited tribute to Papa.”

Godfrey appeared uncomfortable for a moment. Pulling himself together, he said, “Very sorry to hear about your father. I would have made it to the funeral, but I was in Paris for work. I couldn’t get back in time.”

“But you are here now. And you have brought Miss Jiggleswick and her crew. If they are as good with mysteries as you say, then I am sure we can solve the riddle of the ghost that killed Papa.”


Kelly Joins The Gang

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Kelly’s European holiday starts off with a bang!

Kelly and her boyfriend Bill are travelling around Europe. There’s culture and great cities to see, but they’re starting out in a hotel room, waiting for a call from The Gang.

Told by The Gang by a family friend, Kelly wants to be accepted as a member so that she and Bill can enjoy lots of multiple partner fun. When the call comes, they’re going upstairs, and she hopes she’ll be taken hard by the men waiting for her.

Carrying on from Recruitment Drive, this hot tale sees Kelly meeting the men from the previous story for no-holes-barred fun.


Recruitment Drive

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The Gang exists to fulfil the sexual fantasies of its members, particularly women who want to make it with multiple men.

Sometimes, they need to find more male members, and today, Paula is the lucky lady who gets to test a few out.

But, before testing the goods, she’d like to learn how they first found out about The Gang.

Shaun gets more than he bargained for when he helps his hot new neighbours move in.

Lucas discovers the sexy secrets of his lab partner and the couple she lives with.

Arthur meets an old colleague, to learn more about her extra-curricular activities.

This bumper sized edition contains three hot stories, in between all the fun Paula has with these three hot men.


Michelle’s Dates

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So many men. Which ones will Michelle choose?

Michelle doesn’t expect much from the speed dating event, until she meets Adam and Nick.

The two friends both charm her, and she’s soon going on dates with both of them. But, when those dates lead to the bedroom, will she have to choose between them?

Contains explicit scenes. Over 18s only.


Sample story- Jiggles and the Test Pilot

Jiggles and the Test Pilot is available free from Smashwords and most Amazon stores, and presented here in its entirety. You can get more free ebooks by subscribing to the mailing list.

The next adventure for Jiggles and her chums is Jiggles and the Archaeologists, available from Smashwords and Amazon, or get The Adventures of Jiggles, collection 1 (Smashwords, Amazon), which has Jiggles and the Test Pilot, Jiggles and the Archaeologists, and Jiggles and the Flying Boats, all in one.

Jiggles was bored. “Is there absolutely nothing on?” she asked Ginge, who was lazing in the other deckchair outside the large building that was their hangar, offices and mess combined.
The chief, and only, mechanic of Jiggleswick Air shook his head slowly. “There’s another dance in the village this weekend.” he offered, shielding his eyes with an oily hand and staring down the grass runway. Beyond, and to the left of, the closely mown strip, a low rise hid Fenwick on the Marsh. Just the square spire of the church, with its crenellations and whimsical battlements, poked over the little hill. The flag atop its pole waved desultorily in the nearly absent wind.

Jiggles- Veronica Anne Jiggleswick, Ronny to relatives out to cousins, and Jiggles to the chaps she ran Jiggleswick Air with- pondered the delights of a dance at the village hall, a flimsy wooden building which might as well not be there on a cold or windy night. It held little allure. She, Ginge and Ally- the third partner in the business- had already worked their way through the boys, and some of the girls, of the area. She sighed and shook her head, “That’s three days away. I want something to do now.”

The sad truth was that few people wanted to use an air courier service run by two women and a chap with an eye for the gents. Ralph Jiggleswick had started the company partly so he could turn the meadow farthest from Jiggleswick hall into his own private aerodrome, and then made a decent fist of running it as a going concern. Until he had disappeared somewhere abroad, heading out over the Med on a flight no-one could find the plan for.

Jiggleswick major had instilled a love of flight in his younger sister, and found she was a natural when he taught her to fly. Distraught at the loss of her brother she had stopped her parents tearing down the hangar, retained Jiggleswick Air’s mechanical genius Ginge and talked her friend Ally, another adventurous soul, into joining the venture. And now they were waiting for business. It was proving a long wait. So they spent an awful lot of time hanging around- in deckchairs on such lovely Summer days as this, or around the hangar’s little stove when Winter came.
There was a raspy puttering from beyond the verges at the near end of the field, followed by a scream of tortured rubber on tarmacadam and a clank of a bouncing wheel. The sound of the engine eased off as the battered wheels crunched onto the short gravel driveway from the road to the hangar. “Ally’s back.” Ginge noted lazily.

A black and gold motorcycle and side-car combination jerked to a halt before Jiggles and Ginge. Ally swung her long legs off the cycle and pulled her goggles and helmet off. Her jet black hair was cut short and slightly asymmetrical, somehow just like a flapper from ten years earlier and completely different at the same time. She tossed the helmet and goggles into the side-car before pulling a large brown paper bag from it. Jiggles and Ginge both appreciatively watched her bend over, firm buttocks and shapely legs stretching the leather of her riding trousers. Ally’s family were in the rag trade and she always knew the best people to get a flattering cut to her outfits. Her parents had sent Ally to the same fine school as Jiggles had attended and the pair had become fast friends. After school Ally had spent a year in Paris, from where she had returned with some jolly strange ideas about loving ladies, which Jiggles had been unsure of until given a practical demonstration.

Ally gave Ginge the brown paper bag and went back to the side-car for another. Ginge started pulling stout card boxes from the bag, checking typewritten notes on the ends. “Oh good, the fuel pump and all those other bits for Bertie have arrived. Time for a servicing.”

Ally put the second bag down before Jiggles and shrugged out of her soft leather jacket. Her breasts were small, firm and high within her perfectly cut blouse and her nipples pushed excitedly against the material. She always became excited when she’d been astride the throbbing seat of her motorcycle. “I think you should service us first.” she suggested.

Ginge’s responsibilities weren’t set out in detail- he maintained the company’s planes, Ally’s motorbike and Jiggles’ roadster and took an equal share of any profits, but he also stepped in when the girls were seeking phallic satisfaction and there were no other chaps on the horizon. He preferred the physical pleasures of other boys, but could also appreciate female beauty and enjoyed the bodies of his comely business partners. He sighed theatrically, “I think I can schedule that.”

Jiggles had been nosily going through Ally’s second bag. It contained more fine clothes, some of which Jiggles knew were for her, each wrapped in soft paper. “Under things.” confided Ally, “We should really try them on.”

“That sounds like a jolly good idea.” Jiggles agreed.

“Let’s all head inside.” Ally suggested, “You too Ginge, there are things in there for you.”

They went into the hangar, pulling the large main doors closed. Bertie, Jiggleswick Air’s Hawker “Hooligan” biplane, filled the main space. Sleek, with an enclosed cabin and passenger comforts unheard of just years before, Bertie looked graceful sitting there, motes of dust dancing around him in the light from the windows in the roof. In the air he was even more beautiful. Jiggles could afford to fly Bertie regularly, but didn’t feel right doing it without deliveries to make or passengers to carry. She ran a hand along the underside of the plane as they walked past it.

At the far end of the hangar there were two rooms partitioned off with large windows and no ceilings. One was the office, the other Ginge’s workshop. Between the partitions there was a door. This led through to an extension to the hangar which housed a simple kitchen, a table and four beds. Another door led outside and a short distance away was the latrine.

Jiggles put the bag on the table. Ally came up behind her and reached around to start unbuttoning her blouse. “We shall have to take ALL our clothes off first.” she announced. Her slim fingers were nimble and practised, sliding the buttons deftly through their eyes and pulling the cotton over Jiggles’ shoulders to reveal her brassiere.

Jiggles unbuttoned the light trousers she wore and they slid to the floor. Ally giggled to find that her friend had been wearing nothing under the trousers. When Jiggles was out of her clothes Ally studied her friend with admiration. She was tall and full figured, with a distinct waist and large firm breasts. These sagged slightly and turned their stiffening nipples up to the ceiling. Jiggles’ blonde hair tumbled down to her shoulders in thick waves. Now they had a kite with a sealed cabin she didn’t have to keep it short enough to stow under a flying helmet any more. Ally had always admired the womanly figure of her school chum and took great pleasure in it as often as she could. Not that she was ashamed of her own slim and boyish figure. She didn’t want Jiggles’ figure so long as she could keep on touching it.

Ally slid out of her own clothes as Jiggles revelled in the warm air upon her skin. Ginge stood by the door, only a touch uncomfortable. Whilst it was true he preferred gentlemen, and had been deeply in love with Ralph Jiggleswick, he could still appreciate a fine female form. He was particularly enamoured of the two very different body shapes of his business partners. More than once, he had been able to show this appreciation, sometimes with one of them, sometimes both. He was enjoying the view as the two beauties touched and studied each other’s bodies. Ally looked his way. “What are you doing with clothes on Ginge? There are pairs of those American Jockey short things in there for you to try on.” she told him. That was all the encouragement he needed, and his overalls started coming off immediately.

Ginge was naked in far less time than it had taken the ladies. Standing at attention across the room from them, little Ginge soon drew their stares. They were standing, hips almost touching, hands on each other’s waists as they looked at him. Jiggles reached out and beckoned him over. They nestled either side of him and pressed their bodies against his. After a few moments of this, with the girls giggling at little Ginge bobbing as it twitched along to Ginge’s heartbeat, Jiggles turned to the bag full of clothes.

Jiggles pulled the clothes out one by one and laid them on the table. Ally turned back the paper which covered them and they both ‘ooohed’ or ‘aaahed’ at each item revealed. They couldn’t decide what to try on first, so they kept taking out new flimsies.

Under the clothes there was a lacquered black box with a mother of pearl inlay of an orchid. Jiggles pulled the box out. “I say, what is this?”

“Why not take a look.” Ally suggested, moving round behind Jiggles’ chair. Ginge leant in as well to see what was revealed when Jiggles released the brass clasps of the box and lifted the lid.
Inside, the box was lined with red velvet in which nestled a strange object carved from ivory.

“Oh my.” Jiggles’ eyes went wide and her mouth formed a happy O. “May I?”

“Of course.”

Jiggles lifted the stylised elephant horn penis from its slot in the box. The sculpting was exquisite, and a touch surreal, with the veins which ran along and around the shaft transmuting to vines and leaves near the base. It wasn’t gigantic, but it was certainly ample, any girl would be more than happy to make its acquaintance. “Are you sure you even need me?” tutted Ginge whilst eyeing up the implement himself.

“We always need you old chap.” Jiggles reassured, reaching down and squeezing little Ginge gently. She leant in to kiss Ginge. When she let him go Ally grabbed his chin and pulled his head round so she could kiss him as well. Ginge reached a hand out to each of them, running a finger up the inside of two thighs.

Jiggles had brought the dildo close to her mouth. She teased the end with her tongue then kissed it, careful to make sure Ginge was watching as she did. His finger was very close to the hot wet lips of her labia. She was shivering waiting for his touch. Ally’s hand squeezed her arm, and she knew her friend felt the same anticipation.

Just a hair’s breadth short of touching the two girls where they so desperately wanted, Ginge’s fingers halted. He cocked his head and stared at a corner of the room. The girls were practically hopping from foot to foot, waiting for his next move. Then they heard what had distracted Ginge.

The high pitched whine of a powerful aero engine grew to a roar as it approached. The buzz of a fast spinning propeller became distinct as well, just before the plane it belonged to passed low overhead.

When they entered the hangar they could hear a voice from the office. “….one to Jiggleswick Air. Bravo one to Jiggleswick Air. Receiving? Over.”

Jiggles had been scanning the airwaves earlier and had left the radio on. Ginge went into the office to answer the voice, Jiggles and Ally ran to the hangar doors and out of the regular sized door built into them.

The aeroplane they had heard pass over had circled the village and was making another pass. They waved and it waggled its wings in response. This time as it flew over them there were a few missed beats in its roar.

It was a single seat fighter and a truly beautiful plane, with a slim, sculpted fuselage and elliptical wings. Even flying straight and level they could tell it must be an agile joy to fly.
Ginge appeared at the door. “He says he has a fuel pump problem and is asking permission to land. But there is a cow on the field.”

They looked down the landing strip to spy the bovine obstacle, a short legged, shaggy gingery brown creature with big horns and a massive fringe hiding its eyes. It was chewing away, entirely untroubled by the metal gnat which had just flown over it. “Morag.” sighed Jiggles and Ally in unison. Jiggle’s father, Lord Jiggleswick, had a number of highland cattle, and numerous other strange looking breeds. Morag was the black cow of the herd, wandering off and finding her way into fields and barns which were supposedly locked. Right now she stood halfway down the strip showing no sign of moving.

“Tell him to make his approach and we’ll have the bally cow moved before his wheels touch the ground.” Jiggles instructed. Ginge didn’t question her rash assertion. He knew that Jiggles almost always managed the tasks she set herself and wouldn’t be easily swayed when she had set her mind to it. He turned on his heel and headed back to the office.

Jiggles and Ally set off at a run down the landing strip. Morag looked at them, chewing placidly, for a moment then went back to grazing. Jiggles forgot the situation for a while as she enjoyed the sensation of running barefoot through the soft grass, naked, alongside her best friend. She felt a delightful tingle all over her skin as the air flowed over it. The nipples on her bouncing breasts were hard and tight and the sensations as they moved were exquisite.

As she neared Morag Jiggles’ mind returned to the task at hand. She and Ally came to a halt just short of the cow, who cocked her head to one side and looked at them. They weren’t sure, now they had reached her, how they would get her to move. She was a solid beast, and large. Not even the local rope pulling team, heavy and tough men all, could get her to move through strength alone.

Morag sniffed the air, then licked her nose with a big rough tongue. She moved toward the naked women, finally intrigued by their presence. “That’s it Morag. Follow us.” Jiggles told her, taking one horn in her hand. From either side she and Ally tugged gently at the horns. Morag didn’t budge.

“Now look old girl….” Jiggles addressed Morag, moving around to stand in front of her. The cow nudged Jiggles’ naked belly with her wet nose and took a step forward. Jiggles took a stride backwards and Morag followed her. Ally and Jiggles shared a look of understanding. Ally let go of Morag’s horn and Jiggles walked backwards. Morag followed her, albeit painfully slowly.

“He’s on final approach.” Ally announced in a stage whisper. Jiggles looked up and saw the thin profile of the aeroplane, wheels down, growing larger. It bobbed up and down slightly as the engine spluttered. Jiggles responded to the sight by stepping back more quickly. When she got a certain distance from the cow it stopped following her. When Jiggles stepped forward again Morag moved toward her once more. Obviously there was a sweet zone where Morag was intrigued enough by the naked woman to follow her. If Jiggles stepped out of it, Morag was too lazy to be bothered any more.

Ally wanted to help, to speed up Morag and get her off the landing strip. She pushed at one of the cow’s horns. Morag twisted her head, nudging Ally away from her, and stared. Her tongue flicked out and licked her nose again, an irritated little movement. Ally held up her hands in apology, and moved around to stand beside Jiggles. This interested Morag again, and she started following them.

“Come on Morag, come on.” Jiggles urged.

The plane was lined up and dropping to the ground. If it bounced badly as it touched down it could still swerve into Jiggles, Ally and Morag if they didn’t get the cow away quickly. Luckily, with two nude lovelies to follow, Morag began to move at something more than her earlier lazy stroll.

The grass on the strip was cut short, and succulent light green shoots rose optimistically after each pass of the mower. These were what Morag had sought, the shaggy darker blades either side of the runway would be sour by comparison. Luckily, the warm pink flesh before her stirred her bovine curiosity and she continued following it.

They still weren’t completely into the long grass when the engine noise abruptly stopped. Jiggles, Ally and Morag all turned to the silence in time to see the plane drop the last few feet to the turf. It bounced back up and, as it came down again, looked dangerously like it would heel over and dig its nose in. When the rear wheel thumped back down the plane slowed rapidly. It shimmied its way along the grass toward the girls. Jiggles and Ally instinctively clung to Morag, who had gone back to placid indifference. The plane swerved away from them at the last moment then performed a far from elegant pirouette into the long grass on the other side of the strip.

Morag emitted a low huff. Jiggles and Ally squealed with relief and did little jumps. They heard a “Yahoo!” and spotted Ginge belting down from the hangar. He was still rather excited, judging by the way little Ginge swung before him.

They let Morag go and she wandered off away from the commotion. The pilot of the aeroplane, who appeared untroubled by his close shave, had run through some post flight checks and was releasing his harness. Jiggles, Ally and Ginge walked over as he pushed back the canopy and climbed out on the far side of the aeroplane.

“I say, that was hairy.” the pilot’s voice preceded him around the front of the aeroplane, “I really must thank you chaps for….” The pilot stopped short as he looked up and found himself confronted by two naked beauties and a short, excited, ginger man. “Oh. I say. I’m not interrupting anything am I?”

The pilot wasn’t so tall- an inch or so higher than Ginge- but rather attractive. He looked awfully young, even with a thin moustache over thin lips. His slim face with well defined cheek bones. His outfit had the cut of a RAF uniform, without the rank insignia. His dark blonde hair was tousled and untidy where it had been messed up by his flying helmet.

The pilot looked from Jiggles to Ally to Ginge, eyeing them all up and down. He was trying not to be obvious, but failing. He clasped his hands together in front of himself, holding his flying helmet in front of his crotch to hide the bulge in his trousers and backed away a little. To distract him and make him less nervous Ally eagerly opined, “That was an awfully good landing, what with your engine troubles.”

“Oh I was just lucky it didn’t give up earlier. I shall have to call base to tell them I haven’t pranged her too badly. They can send the chaps out and I’ll be off your field in no time.” He spotted the hangar, seemingly for the first time. “Is this your field? Do you fly?”

“We are Jiggleswick Air.” Jiggles held out her hand. “I’m Veronica Jiggleswick. Jiggles to my friends.” She shook the young pilot’s hand so vigorously she became her nick-name made flesh.

“I erm, yes. Err Benjamin Sutherland the third. ‘Bendy’ to my chums.”

“Bendy?” enquired Ginge.

The flustered young pilot looked Ginge up and down again, his gaze lingering on the long, plump erection everyone knew as little Ginge. “Well, one did have a reputation at school.”

“For boys?” Ginge asked with a grin as the girls pouted.

“For being….” Bendy’s gaze moved to the girls. “flexible.” he announced, to smiles all around.

Ally and Ginge introduced themselves and the three gathered around Bendy, pressing naked skin up against the rough wool of his uniform. He had let his helmet drop to the grass, obviously no longer embarrassed by the bulge in his trousers, especially not when Jiggles and Ginge reached out to stroke it together.

Ally had been distracted by the sleek lines of the aeroplane. “I say, isn’t this one of those new Supermarine Spitfires?” she enquired, “I’ve been reading about these.”

Bendy was proud to show off his plane, hardly upset that it meant the naked people weren’t fawning over him any more. Jiggles, Ally and Ginge were obviously impressed by the power of the machine. The long, slim fuselage obviously had a phallic symbolism whilst the graceful curve of the wings was a feminine touch. In its own beautiful and deadly way it was the best of male and female, something the girls, Ginge and Bendy could all appreciate given their proclivities.

Bendy walked them around the plane, pointing out its many features. “It would have been a shame to lose this kite for some bally problem with the fuel lines.”

“I could sort that out in a jiffy.” Ginge offered, staring at the engine cowling with such lust that little Ginge reared up and twitched again.

“Sorry old chap, only the company’s mechanics are allowed under the hood right now. I should get on the blower to them and have them come down and fix her up.”

“I shall get the tractor and drag her up to the hangar.” Ginge offered with a sigh.

“And we shall take you to the telephone.” Jiggles announced. She and Ally hooked an arm each under Bendy’s elbows and led him off up the field.

Ginge looked up at the Spitfire and stroked one of the propeller blades. Little Ginge twitched and big Ginge sighed again. He followed Jiggles, Bendy and Ally up the strip, veering off as they neared the hangar.

In the office Jiggles lifted the telephone hand set and put it to her ear. She nodded. “Some times father’s pigeons roost on the wires and damage them. But not today it seems.”

Bendy sat at the desk and dialled. After a few rings there was an answer at the other end. Jiggles and Ally could only hear Bendy’s end of the conversation. “Hello there, Sutherland here… Why yes, I have had to put the kite down… No, just a fuel pump problem. Could some chaps come out to fix her?” Jiggles and Ally had each sat on the desk and raised a foot to rest on the arm of Bendy’s chair. Both let their other thigh spread wide, revealing their lower lips, pouting out of their pubic curls, plump and red.

Bendy looked from one pussy to the other, then up at breasts- Jiggles’ larger and curving up, Ally’s smaller and rounder, all with nipples poking out in anticipation. Then he looked at two lovely faces, each with a cheeky grin. He had stopped paying attention to the voice on the telephone, only remembering it when he heard a question from it. “Sorry sir?.. Oh. Oh no sir, actually there’s no need to send the lads out today. It’s so near the end of their shift, and I wouldn’t want to put them out.”

Jiggles and Ally shared a glance and a nod and simultaneously started tracing a finger down the other’s belly. The fingers played in pubic hair then teased at the warm lips of their labia. Bendy was turning a lovely shade of red as he tried to concentrate on the conversation on the telephone despite the distractions. “I doubt I’ll need a car either sir. The er…. erm…. the…..” Ally’s finger eased between Jiggles’ labia lips and slid inside her friend easily. Jiggles gave a happy, dirty giggle and returned the favour.
Theladiesherehavekindlyofferedtoletmestaythenight.” Bendy managed, adding, “I think.” when he looked up at Jiggles and Ally. They nodded assent. “Where? Oh, well, I landed at Jiggleswick Air’s strip and…” There was laughter down the telephone line, so loud even the girls could hear it. “Yes sir. Yes. I shall do my best. Thank you sir.” Bendy hung up. “The Old Man told me I should enjoy your generous hospitality. He said something about it being legendary?”

“Oh my.” Giggled Jiggles, “We’re getting a reputation.”

“Well, we should endeavour to live up to it. Bendy, would you be so good as to remove all your clothes then join us outside so you can roger Jiggles?”

“Why do I get to go first? Not that I’m complaining, of course.”

“You’re the boss, that’s just the way it is.”

Jiggles and Ally hopped off the desk and, leaving Bendy to his task, walked into the hangar. Ginge was opening the large doors, revealing the beautiful Spit as he did. There was just enough room in the hangar for both aeroplanes, so Ginge started bringing the prototype fighter in.

When the Spitfire was carefully, and very precisely, parked, nestled intimately up against the “Hooligan”, Ginge sped the little tractor out and took it around the side of the hangar. Jiggles and Ally started closing the doors. Ginge joined Ally pushing her door when he returned. Jiggles carried on pushing alone.

“May I help?” said someone to Jiggles’ left as something warm and smooth brushed against her naked thigh. She looked down at Bendy’s erection, proud and curving slightly as it rose from trimmed pubic hair. It was a little longer than little Ginge, which she flicked a comparative gaze at, but not as stout.

“Absolutely.”

The doors moved closer then clanged together as they met. The four naked people mingled inside the closed hangar, excited but unsure of their next move. Jiggles reached down and stroked Bendy’s penis, appreciating its shape and size. He ran a hand over her breasts, tweaking their nipples and cupping them. Ally and Ginge stood back to watch. They weren’t inactive, however, Ally’s hand went to little Ginge and Ginge reached down to her warm lower lips.

Leading him by the penis, Jiggles walked with Bendy toward the Spitfire. The paint on the top of the wing had rubbed away where the pilots stepped on it to walk up to the cockpit. Jiggles sat on the trailing edge of the wing here and braced herself by grasping the entry to the cockpit. Bendy was, if anything, more excited at the prospect of making love to this beautiful woman atop the machine he loved. Jiggles beckoned Bendy forward with her free hand, taking hold of his erection and guiding it into her.

Bendy placed his hands either side of Jiggles’ head as he held the head of his penis just inside her. She grasped a taut firm buttock and urged him to push into her. He complied teasingly slowly, filling her and pleasing her. “Fly me Bendy! Fly me!” she called out.

Bendy finally sank all the way into Jiggles, loving the warm clasp of her vagina walls. They were slick with the excitement of the last half hour of action and Bendy moved back and forth with ease as he set up a rhythm. Jiggles sighed and cried with joy as Bendy’s magnificent erection moved inside her. She clasped him, and the Spitfire, tightly as she rapidly approached orgasm.

Ally and Ginge had moved around to the front of the wing. Leaning in the leading edge Ally looked down the slope of the wing at her friend’s ecstasy. Ally’s feet were planted shoulder width apart, though she was on tip toe. This was because Ginge was kneeling between her legs working two fingers in and out of her pussy. Her moans were just slightly out of time with those of Jiggles, so Ginge tried to move his fingers in time to Bendy’s thrusts. He could not quite get it right and, soon, the girls’ cries were alternating back and forth from the front of the wing to the rear.

Jiggles climaxed first, crying out, “Yes! Yes! YES!!!!” so loud it shook dust from the rafters. She wrapped her arms tight around Bendy. He lost his footing and they both slid down the wing and landed in a pile on the floor. Jiggles flung her head back and alternated giggles and happy sighs. Bendy had popped out of Jiggles and now lay on the floor, his rock hard erection glistening with Jiggles’s juices. Ally, on the verge of her own orgasm, was fascinated by Bendy’s slick organ. Staring at it, she grasped Ginge’s hair and urged him on. Ginge was enthralled by Bendy’s hard on as well. Little Ginge strained for attention as he pumped two fingers in and out of Ally’s tightening warm slick pussy.

Ally had hooked her arms over the top of the wing’s leading edge and now they held her up as her legs went weak and shivered with her building climax. Her breath was coming in pants as she drew closer to orgasm. When she came Ally’s thighs clasped Ginge’s hand tight. Her legs couldn’t hold her weight at all any more and as she let go of the wing Ginge caught her with his free hand.

The girls lay in sated heaps on the floor. After a while Ally dragged her way to the landing gear and hugged the wheel. Ginge and Bendy looked at each other, then at each others’ erections, and smiled. “Oooh, do you boys want to get to know each other better?” Jiggles asked with a smile.

“I say so.” Bendy announced, “It has been a while since I got to play with a stick.”

“Well, if you will just help me up we have camp beds in the back.”

Bendy stood and offered his hand to Jiggles. Ginge helped Ally up and the four of them walked to the door at the back of the hangar.

The quarters at the rear of the hangar weren’t intended for four people, unless they planned to become very intimate. So it was a bonus that this was the very intention Jiggles, Ally, Ginge and Bendy had. When they had closed the door behind them Ginge and the girls crowded around Bendy. Ginge looked down at Bendy’s still hard cock, coated in Jiggles’ juices. “That must be awfully sensitive.” he opined, “Surely you’re close to coming.”

“Very close.” Bendy admitted with a sharp intake of breath as Ginge squeezed his erection.

Ginge smiled and sank to his knees before Bendy. With cheeky giggles Jiggles and Ally knelt down on either side of Ginge.

Ginge ran his tongue up the underside of Bendy’s hard on, eliciting a happy murmur of “Oh my.” from the airman. Jiggles and Ally each took one of Bendy’s balls gently between their lips, making him shiver. Ginge closed his lips over the head of Bendy’s cock and swirled his tongue around it. This was all that was needed. “I’m going to come!” ejaculated Bendy, as he ejaculated.

Ginge swallowed a lot of the semen which issued forth from Bendy, but sportingly allowed a small amount to escape his lips and dribble down Bendy’s hard on for Jiggles and Ally to lick up. They guided Bendy back to the nearest camp bed and let him sit down. They sat in a semi circle on the floor before him, legs spread, watching him as he recovered. “Would you like me to bugger you?” Ginge asked matter of factly.

“I very much would.” admitted Bendy, “But let me recover a little first.”

Bendy’s erection had hardly subsided. Indeed, it started to rise again as Ally put forward her ideas for the plan of action. She would lie on the camp bed and welcome Bendy into her then, when he was well placed, Ginge could enter Bendy’s fundament. Jiggles wandered over to the table and picked up the ivory dildo, taking it to sit in one of the deckchairs which was considered spare seating. “And I shall watch.” she announced.

As Ally and Bendy kissed, and Ally stroked Bendy’s hard on and started guiding it into her, Ginge went to the medicine cabinet and pulled out a jar of cream he kept for just such occasions. It would lubricate and ease his way into Bendy.

Ally lay back on the camp bed, her knees hooked over the edges of its frame and her feet on the floor. She had Bendy’s magnificent erection in one hand and was guiding it toward the pussy lips she kept open with the other. He sank into her and they both made low ‘Ooooh’ noises. As Ginge drew closer they both looked at him eagerly.

Ginge could just get onto the camp bed behind Bendy. He stroked each of the airman’s firm buttocks as they moved back toward him. As Bendy thrust back into Ally, Ginge dipped a finger into the cream. Liberally coated, Ginge’s forefinger hovered over Bendy’s arse as the pilot held himself deep inside Ally. He pushed it in and Bendy hissed, more at the chill of the cream than the invading finger.

Ginge worked his finger in and out of Bendy’s tight sphincter, and the young airman began moving in response. Ally groaned her appreciation of the grinding of Bendy’s pubic bone against her mons and the gentle movements of his big penis deep inside her. Ginge removed his finger long enough to load it with yet more cream and pushed two fingers into Bendy. The pilot responded by making his thrusts into Ally longer, though they were still slow and measured.

Watching from her deck chair, Jiggles had her legs spread wide. Her left hand was running up and down the lips of her labia, slicking her natural lubrication along them. Her right hand held the ivory dildo just away from them, teasing herself with the smooth white shaft. She watched as Ginge pulled his fingers from Bendy and presented his cream covered penis to the puckered hole. Bendy held himself perfectly still, Ally clasping his buttocks and pulling them apart. As little Ginge nudged inquisitively at Bendy’s sphincter then pushed more forcefully in Jiggles slid the dildo into herself.

Ginge pressed into Bendy, parting the relaxed but still tight sphincter. Bendy’s moan grew in intensity the more of his back passage Ginge filled, until he let out a “Ha!” as little Ginge’s head passed the ring of muscle. Bendy sank into Ally, and she let out her own sigh, then Ginge pushed as deep into him as he could get. Jiggles held the ivory dildo deep inside herself.

They all stayed frozen in their positions for a while, getting used to the intensity of the feelings. Then, slowly, Ginge began pulling out of Bendy. Bendy tried to follow Ginge, keeping little Ginge inside him for as long as possible, but could only go so far as he wanted to stay in Ally, who was making a sad little sound at losing him. When Bendy stopped moving Ginge carried on until the head of his penis was just inside the ring of Bendy’s sphincter, then he started pushing back in. Bendy started moving as well and both Ally and he made happy sounds as they were filled again.

Jiggles couldn’t match the self control of the lovers she was watching and began pumping the dildo in and out with a steady rhythm.

Bendy let Ginge’s thrusts control his rhythm within Ally. She grabbed the young airman’s hair and pulled him down for a kiss. Ginge’s thrusts were speeding up. Bendy stopped moving, except as Ginge’s groin pushed him, and held on tight to the camp bed frame.

Jiggles was the first to come. She bit on the fingers of her left hand, trying to keep from making a noise which might distract her friends. Ally sensed her bosom buddy’s orgasm as much as heard it, and it tipped her over the edge. Feeling Ally climaxing under him Bendy tensed and pumped semen into her with a cry. Ginge thrust a few more times before he too loosed his load.

After a while they untangled themselves and sat around enjoying the warmth of the late afternoon. Every so often one of them would reach out to stroke the nearest piece of naked skin. “I say,” announced Bendy, “that was the most incredible ride. I must thank you for your hospitality.”

“It is our pleasure.” announced Jiggles. “We like to show our appreciation for you brave chaps who are helping build these new and exciting aircraft.”

“We would really like to fly them ourselves of course.” Ally opined.

“Maybe one day, chaps. If you’re as skilled and enthusiastic in your flying as you are in your lovemaking it would be a waste to keep you out of these machines.” Bendy had a wistful look. Perhaps he was imagining himself in charge of a flight of luscious buxom pilots backed up by well hung ground crew.

“We should put our clothes back on and retire to the hall.” Jiggles announced. “We can bathe and freshen up and get ourselves something to eat.”

“And then the guest room is large and in the opposite wing to where Jiggles’s parents reside.” Ally added.

* * *

The next day a team of mechanics arrived in a well used Morris lorry. As they pulled the Spitfire from the hangar and checked its fuel lines, Ginge hovered around trying to get a glimpse at the aeroplane’s monster engine and itching to ask questions about all the components.

Jiggles, Ally and Bendy watched the work from their seats in front of the hangar, sipping on iced tea. When the work was finished and the aeroplane was ready for take off, Bendy demurely kissed Jiggles and Ally on the cheek. As the mechanics were sat on their lorry watching he opted to give Ginge a firm handshake.

Jiggles, Ally and Ginge watched Bendy go through pre-flight checks and fire up the engine. The Spitfire taxied to the end of the runway, powered down the short cut grass and made a clean take off. As soon as the aeroplane’s wheels were off the ground the mechanics were in the Morris and driving away.

The beautiful plane banked gracefully over the village and lined up for a pass along the runway. As he approached the hangar Bendy performed a perfect aileron roll then waggled his wings at the crowd below who had been his lovers the night before. Then he pulled back on the stick and climbed sharply before banking again and heading off toward his base airfield.

Jiggles sighed as the plane receded, not just remembering the lovemaking of the night before but vowing that one day she too would fly one of those glorious aeroplanes.

“Well that broke up the monotony.” Ginge dead panned with a grin. “What shall we do now?”

“You have to get to work on Bertie. Ally and I have some underclothes to try on.”

If you enjoyed this, don’t forget that the next adventure for Jiggles and her chums is Jiggles and the Archaeologists, available from Smashwords and Amazon, or get The Adventures of Jiggles, collection 1 (Smashwords, Amazon), which has Jiggles and the Test Pilot, Jiggles and the Archaeologists, and Jiggles and the Flying Boats, all in one.


Sample Scene – Double Booked

Double Booked is available from Amazon.

Naomi couldn’t possibly have heard their whispered conversation. Perhaps the kiss gave away more than Gabrielle had thought. Or, maybe, her friend was thinking much the same thing. She sprang up from the bed, and skipped to the couch. “You know, we were looking forward to our separate rooms. Sex in a strange bed is so much fun. If you two are as horny as we are, I bet you’re frustrated right now. Am I right?”

Gabrielle couldn’t help but nod. William turned a sheepish smile toward Naomi. On the bed, James had sat up, and was watching his wife, unsure whether to be embarrassed that she’d brought the subject up, or amused at her forthrightness.

“That’s what I thought. Well, it’s still early. How about we take it in turns to…. use the facilities, before we get down to arranging something to eat? Toss a coin for it?” Naomi suggested.
As no-one offered a counter argument, Naomi fished out a two pound coin, and balanced it on a finger and thumb, ready to toss it. “Heads or tails?” she asked Gabrielle and William.

“Heads.” said William, when Gabrielle shrugged.

They all watched the coin arc up through the air. Almost too high, it started falling again just before it reached the ceiling. Naomi tried to catch it, missed, and dropped to her knees to search for it under the couch. Gabrielle, William and James all moved over to watch. After a moment of trying to reach under the couch, Naomi gave up, and pushed it forwards.

“Heads it is.” she announced, not sounding at all disappointed. “We’ll go and shop, or get some drinks in. You call us when you’re done, and you can bring us the keys. Let’s see…. Oh, yes. If you leave a wet spot, you’re sleeping in it.”

Naomi led James out of the apartment. As he was dragged away, he offered a smile and a shrug.

They could hear Naomi and James’ footsteps as they went down the first flight of stairs, then they became much less distinct. William turned the latch to lock the door, just in case. “So…?” He recognised Gabrielle’s expression when he turned back to her, and didn’t need to say or ask anything else.

She stepped up to him, pressing him back against the door, and kissed him as passionately as she had wanted to before. Their lips bumped hard against each other, and their tongues fought and probed. Her hands found their way inside his shirt and pressed against his chest. His right knee came forward and up, and she parted her legs to grind her crotch against his thigh.

William’s hands went to Gabrielle’s buttocks, pulling her in and helping her grind. When her hands worked their way down again, they parted just enough to be able to reach the buttons on the fronts of their jeans. Taking tentative, probing steps backwards, she led him toward the couch. Stopping when the backs of her calves were both pressed up against it, she returned to the important task of getting him out of his jeans.

With the front of William’s jeans open, Gabrielle fought with his boxers, trying to release his erection. She finally managed to get trousers and underwear halfway down his thighs, and was rewarded by the feel of his hard shaft in her hands.

William had his thumbs inside the waistbands of Gabrielle’s jeans and her knickers. He pushed them down, revealing the top of her neatly trimmed pubic hair.

Gabrielle let William’s erection go, laughing a little as she straightened up. He knelt before her, tugging the denim and cotton down as quickly as he could. He had to pull her shoes off before he could get her out of her jeans and toss them aside. While he was doing this, she tugged off her top and unfastened her blouse. When he stood up again, William was still, technically, fully clothed, whilst Gabrielle wore only her bra.

“Here. I want to do it right here.” Gabrielle announced, when William made to lead her to the bed. She turned around and bent over the back of the couch, placing her hands on the cushions. William wasn’t going to argue with this suggestion.

Pushing his jeans a little further down, he placed himself behind Gabrielle. Bending his knees, he guided his erection toward her. Two fingers probed out ahead of it. They found the wet lips of her sex, and slid between them. She was very turned on, wet with her excitement. The fingers guided his erection into her.

With one hand on the back of the couch, and the other releasing Gabrielle’s bra, William thrust into her. When he was as deep as he could get, she straightened her legs a little to change the angle he entered at. He pulled out, and then gave another, experimental, thrust into her. She nodded eagerly. He was stimulating the bits she wanted stimulated.

Now, William’s hand sneaked around to cup one of Gabrielle’s full, firm breasts as it swayed back and forth with his movements. It was an awkward contortion and, as much as they both enjoyed it, he had to let go, and brace himself properly as he sped up his thrusts.

Gabrielle grunted with each thrust. Her tone changed as she became even more excited, the pitch rising until she was practically squealing with pleasure. She dropped her face into the cushions of the couch, and William bent all the way over with her, so that he could kiss her shoulders as his thrusts became shorter and harder to control. She cried out her orgasm, and he felt her muscles squeezing him as it pulsed through her.

With the added stimulation of a climaxing lover, it wasn’t long before William felt the contractions at the base of his shaft, and the warm beats of pleasure emanating out through his body. His whole body jerked as he pumped the first spurt of semen deep inside Gabrielle.

Even as the after shocks still shivered through them, Gabrielle pushed herself up from the couch, and they both climbed down to the floor behind it. William was still inside her, just, and they lay spooned together on the floor.

“I told you I was turned on.” Gabrielle said. She punctuated the end of her statement with a sigh, as William’s softening shaft finally slipped out of her.

“You did.” William kissed her cheek and nose, urging her to twist her head so he could plant his lips squarely on hers. “Give me a few minutes, and we can go again.”

“Oh god, that is so tempting. But, no. We’ve got to let James and Naomi have their naughty time.”

“I suppose so. Share the shower? Have we left a wet patch?”

The first question didn’t need answering. Considering the second, as she pulled herself up, Gabrielle said, “No-one’s sleeping on the floor tonight. We might end up on the couch, but not the floor.”


Double Booked

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A trip down Memory Lane heralds a hot new future.

Gabrielle and Naomi have known each other since University. For a while, they were even casual lovers. Now, Naomi is married to James, and Gabrielle lives with William.

A weekend away in London is going to remind them of their time as lovers, and allow both couples to explore new and exciting fantasies.

When their two bed apartment is replaced by a one bed studio at the last minute, they have to think about sleeping arrangements. The bed is big enough for all four of them, if they don’t mind getting a little intimate.

A game of strip poker ups the ante, and they’re soon far closer than just sharing the same bed. How far dare they go? And how will they all feel about it on Monday?


Sample Scene- Jet Lag

Jet Lag is book 3 in the Neighbours & Lovers series. It is available from Amazon.

Megumi had a big towel wrapped around herself like a dress which came down to just below her knees. It was tucked into itself at the front, looking like the slightest tug would release it. She walked to her space in front of the television and beamed down at them.

“I feel so much better now.” Megumi fluffed up her hair, which was still wet and plastered to her head. “Now, what shall we be doing to keep me from sleeping?”

“Surely we shall be doing each other.” Cassie answered. Megumi shook her head, as if disappointed, when she realised that was an awful pun.

“This is much more the way I am used to seeing you on screen. But I am higher up than the normal view. The camera is about here.” She held her hand at about the height of her navel. “I feel that I am towering over you, up here.” This made her giggle, knowing she was still shorter than them. Coming back from that distraction, she asked, “Would you like to see all of me?”

Of course they would. They nodded eagerly. “I had hoped that would be so.”

Megumi teased fingers along the top of the towel, until she found the edge where it folded over and held itself in place. Tugging at it, she worked it loose, then pulled slowly, until she reached the point of no return, and the makeshift robe dropped to the floor.

She clasped her hands behind her back again, and studied their reactions, hoping they liked what they saw.

They loved what they saw. Noel had long described Megumi as, physically, a scaled down version of Cassie. They had a very similar body shape, with shapely legs, a light curve to the waist, and small, wonderful breasts. Megumi’s skin tone was a warm, light brown, flushed a little darker than normal by the warmth of the shower and sexual excitement. Her belly had a seductive slight roundness to it, curving in toward her crotch.

Cassie noticed what was different from the last time they had seen Megumi on the television screen. She pointed at the skin at the bottom of Megumi’s belly, just above the narrow, neat lit of her sex. “You’ve shaved.”

Megumi couldn’t keep her hands still now, and brushed fingertips across the naked skin where there had been pubic hair before. “Do you like it? I so liked your sexy paipan that I wanted to have my own.”

“Oh, goodness, yes. I want to rub mine against yours. That is hot.” Cassie had reached down, and was stroking the thin material of her knickers over her own shaved crotch.

Noel lifted the waistband of his boxer shorts and gazed inside theatrically. “I’ve only trimmed mine, not shaved it. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Perhaps I can shave it for you. If you trust me enough.” Megumi had taken the two steps necessary to stand right in front of them, legs touching legs.

“When you’re fully recovered from jet lag, I may take you up on that offer.” Noel told her. He reached up, and she took his hand, knowing he would pull her down onto his and Cassie’s laps.

She landed with a happy squeal, and quickly squirmed around until she had her butt on Noel’s lap, and her arms around Cassie’s neck, moving in for a kiss.

Noel had a moment where he couldn’t believe this was really happening. He had his girlfriend to his left, who was kissing, and playing with the breasts of, a woman he had only ever seen on a screen before a few hours earlier. That small and sexy woman had her firm butt neatly nestled between his thighs. He touched her knee, and ran his hand along her thigh, to double check she was really there.

Megumi’s thighs parted. She stretched her legs as far apart as possible in her position, right foot on the arm of the couch, left on the floor. She shivered as Noel’s hand moved to the inside of her thigh, and closer to her crotch. She was definitely real, Noel decided.

He had touched her by proxy during their video chats. She had toys that stood in for him, and she would use them to mimic what Noel and Cassie were doing. Now he had his hands on her for real. Was this as good for her as it was for him? She shifted, trying to lift her crotch up toward his probing fingers. Yes, it was at least as good for her as for him.

Doubly good, possibly. Megumi was getting to touch two people she had loved from the other side of the world for the first time. Noel moved his hand lower, until the fingertips touched the darker skin of her labia. He saw the lips split as he pressed a little lower, and found her warm and wet.

Noel was barely a knuckle length inside Megumi when shivers ran through her. Her lips parted from Cassie’s so that she could loudly voice the pleasure she was feeling.
An orgasm that had started building in Tokyo found its release in shakes and sobs. Cassie and Noel held her just tightly enough to let her ride the climax without throwing herself to the floor. As it subsided, she kissed all over Cassie’s face. When she pulled back, there were tears on her cheeks.

“Are you okay, darling?” Cassie asked, cradling Megumi’s chin.

Megumi wiped the tears away and nodded. “I have been waiting to be with you for so long now. It was an emotional moment for me.”

“And for us.” Noel told her. He hugged her right leg and kissed her knee.


Jet Lag

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Halfway around the world, and into their bed.

For months, Cassie and Noel have been carrying on a long distance relationship with Megumi. Their video chats have become ever more intimate and revealing, and they are lovers in every way but one. Cassie has met Megumi in person, but Noel has never even been on the same continent as her.

Now, Megumi is arriving from Japan, for a two month work transfer in the UK. Cassie and Noel are waiting for her at the airport, and they have promised they’ll use their tried and tested jet lag cure on her. They’re going to keep her awake, and active, for as long as possible, to reset her body clock. The best place to do this is the bedroom, of course.

As the three young lovers spend time together, how are they going to adjust to finally fulfilling their fantasies? Can the reality be as good as they’ve imagined?

Jet Lag is a self contained story, but features characters introduced in Cassie Gets It On.


Sample Scene- Portrait

Here’s a snippet from Portrait, book 2 in the Neighbours and Lovers series, which is available from Amazon.

Mark had sat down again. Nicky quickly drained her wine, and held her glass out for him to refill. “No, it’s a lovely idea. I’m here now, anyway. Why don’t we give it a go. I should do some studies for the jungle picture anyway, and you’d have to take your clothes off for them.”

She definitely got braver with alcohol in her. That wasn’t a suggestion she would have made a glass earlier. Mark and Eleanor grinned back as she looked from side to side at them.

“Me first, then. I’ve run out of wine. I should get naked before I’m allowed a refill.” Eleanor said. She pushed herself up from the couch, wobbling a little when upright. “Yes, I definitely need some time out before I have any more wine. Can you help me out of this.” She indicated the zip that ran down the back of her dress.

Nicky looked at Mark, expecting the request to have been aimed at him. He held up his glass and the wine bottle with a sort of shrug, indicating that his hands were full. He immediately made that a lie when he wedged the bottle between his thighs again, and offered to take Nicky’s glass.

Was she being steered into this, directed through the script of Mark and Eleanor’s fantasy? It was possible, but it also seemed that they were feeling their way through this, just the same as she was. They were testing the limits, seeing what they, as well as she, were willing to do. And she wanted to go along with that, because she kept passing what she would have thought were her limits.

Standing behind the taller woman, Nicky took a moment to calm the shiver of nervousness in her hands. She reached up, and plucked at the end of the zip. Pulling it slowly but firmly, she released the little catches one by one, exposing Eleanor’s skin.

Reaching a black bra strap, Nicky slowed. For her, this had now moved to another level. It had become easier to talk about this gorgeous woman getting naked for her, but the vision of underwear signalled that it was about to become a reality. After all the time she had fantasised about it, what was she going to do when she finally saw her old boss with no clothes on? She picked up the pace of release, determined to find out.

When the zip reached its final teeth, Nicky faltered for a moment before releasing it. “Would you do the bra strap whilst you’re there?” Eleanor asked.

Nicky took hold of either side of the strap, moving them together until she felt the change in the tension of the elastic. When she let them go, the hooks and eyes had separated, and the bra released.

Eleanor reached up to stroke the dress from her shoulders. Nicky wanted to stay and watch, but forced herself to walk over to the table, where she had left her bag of art kit. Whilst she was there, she slid the pirate picture back into the folio. She put the bag on the table, opening it to check the contents. She picked out her pencil tin and the smaller of her sketching pads. Only then did she turn to look at Eleanor again.

Eleanor was naked, and just as glorious a sight as Nicky had hoped. She had long, shapely legs, a flat, toned stomach, and perfect breasts. They were full and firm, with just the slightest sag tilting the nipples up to point at the ceiling. Eleanor was fussing with her hair, lifting the lovely globes up to emphasise their attributes.

Nicky’s eyes travelled back down Eleanor’s body, over her belly, past the long, slim navel, to the neatly cropped pubic hair. She didn’t stare any more, resisting the urge to seek out the lips under that hair. She didn’t need to see Eleanor’s sex, she lied to herself.

Eleanor clasped her hands behind her back, thrusting her chest out again. “Am I okay? Do I pass muster as a model?”

“Perfect.” said Nicky, so quietly, she wasn’t sure she could be heard. “Perfect. Just what any artist could want.”

“Should I take my clothes off as well?” Mark asked. Nicky had forgotten he was there.

“Yes. We can do some couples poses. Life drawing is always just one person. I think your idea was really good. Let’s do that.” Nicky caught herself before she rattled on any more.

Mark had already put the wine bottle and glasses aside, as if it hadn’t already been obvious he was lying about his hands being full. He bounced from the seat, taking Eleanor in his arms to kiss her before starting his own strip.

To keep herself from staring, Nicky hurried over to her old seat, and started sorting pencils from her tin. That distraction didn’t last long, and she looked up to find Mark mooning her as he pushed trousers and boxers down his legs. She bit her lip, and glanced at Eleanor, who was smiling as her eyes danced back and forth between the action and reaction of her husband’s disrobing.

“How do you want us?” Eleanor asked, as Mark fought with his shoes.

“Um…. I…. think…. I think I’d like you standing together, fairly relaxed, but like you’re about to kiss. Just moving in, but your lips not quite touching.” That was what Nicky wanted to see, as much as what she wanted to draw. The two were the same, really. “I think that’s….” Mark had turned around, and Nicky had glanced his way, drawn by the movement.

Eleanor looked for the cause of Nicky’s sudden silence. Guessing it involved her husband, she looked down. “Oh dear.”

“I did say it would turn me on.” Mark explained. He made no move to hide his erection. In fact, he placed his hands on his hips and straightened his back, making it more prominent. “I can put it away, if you’d like.”

That sounded like a dare to Nicky. Would she make him put his boxers back on? If they hadn’t talked about this, and he hadn’t hinted it might happen- if someone had just turned around and exposed themselves to her- she would have been straight out the door. Maybe she would have paused long enough to slap them and make sure she had all her things, but that was all. This was different, though.

“Most models don’t get excited when they’re posing. It’s been a while since I saw…. that.” Had that sounded like self pity? She hoped not. “Could I draw it? Later?” She remembered the large cock she kept in her dirty art box. Perhaps it was time for it to have a friend.

“If it’s still around later. Now, how did you say you wanted us?” Mark moved over to his wife’s side and rested a hand on her waist. They turned to each other, she twining her fingers into those of his other hand. His erection wedged between them, and they both looked down for a moment and grinned.

That was almost the pose Nicky wanted to see. Putting her pencils aside, she stood. Without really thinking about it, she laid hands on their backs, and guided them closer. When she remembered she was handling naked people, she let go quickly. More tentatively, she took their arms and moved them together by manipulating them.

“There. Now, move your heads closer. Tilt them. That’s it. Open lips, like you’re about to kiss. Perfect. Can you hold that pose?”