Downshire Diary – (78) In the Afterglow
It was in the late 1980’s when Gerry Cooper, a Uniform Police Constable in Finchbottom, was on holiday with a group of fellow officers.
They were staying in an apartment on the Island of Andros in the Cyclades chain.
It was a quiet island due to the fact it was a two hour ferry ride from the mainland but Gordon thought it was worth it.
The lads had been there for two days when quite by chance they met up with some familiar faces.
A group of girls from the Vale and among them was Jane Hull, 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 looking 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 visit the monastery, not that they particularly wanted to go, it was just that they had got involved with the group of girls from home.
Gerry 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 Jane Hull, 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 though, 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 chewing on his earlobe.
His first thought was to ask himself who the hell it was that was lying next to him performing on his ear, but that thought was soon overtaken by the one that was just grateful for it, and anyway he got his answer after a few pleasurable minutes when she desisted and a blonde haired girls face suddenly appeared a few inches in front of him.
“You” he said
“Yes, do you mind?” Jane asked
“Strangely no” he replied and with his acquiescence she kissed him.
Gerry got out of bed and left Jane sleeping and went to the kitchen to get drinks.
Jane 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.
Gerry was in bed next to her, nibbling her ear lobe, when she awoke and they made love again.