Bowled Out For A Duck

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BOWLED OUT FOR A DUCK

I was in my middle thirties. Out of a relationship for a while. Hard
days at the office. Attended the odd football game with some mates.
Occasional visits to the theatre with a platonic friend, Sylvia. A swim
whenever I could.
'The pool is a good place to meet ladies,' Jackie at the office
suggested, in her attempt to help.
I fancied Jackie and dreamt of getting inside her panties on many
occasions, but apart from the occasional drink together at lunchtime
she was out of bounds.

My local pub to unwind a couple of evenings a week and the weekends.
Alison worked behind the bar part time. An Aussie, she did what most
Aussies do when they come to London. Work hard, save some money and
travel around Europe.
' So Nigel, how are you this evening?' she'd ask in her usual cheerful
way.
I liked having some time with her so I'd arrive in the bar early in the
evening when things were quiet. She was a nurse, and worked in the bar
to make some extra cash.
' You 'd never grow rich nursing in this country,' she said by way of
justifying her part time job. 'Plus I enjoy meeting people,' she went
on.
She had a beaming smile for everyone who came in, and was popular with
all the blokes.
'You need to get yourself a mate,' she said to me once, more pulling my
leg than anything else.
It was easy after eighteen months to get out of the habit of a
relationship. The odd hooker along the way, so there wasn't much in the
way of intimacy.

'Geez you're kidding!,' Alison said one evening, when I told her I was
off to see the tennis championships at Wimbledon the following
week.
I knew she loved tennis. Saw her sometimes come in to the pub on her
evenings off, straight from the courts close by, dressed in her tennis
gear, short skirt and top, and a racquet under her arm. A towel draped
over her shoulder and wiping her flushed face with the end of it. All
the guys heads would turn as she walked in and joined some of her
friends for a drink.
' It's so hard to get tickets for that place unless you are prepared to
queue all night, and even then it's not guaranteed,' she said, shaking
her head in disbelief that I had a couple of tickets for the men's
quarter finals.

Although I didn't want her to raise her hopes too high, I told her if
Sylvia couldn't make it back from a business trip abroad on time, she
could have her ticket. Her eyes lit up and she crossed her fingers,
then she put her hand to her mouth and apologised for doing so. She
screamed with joy down the phone the night before the game when I told
her the ticket was hers. I was pretty happy myself that it worked out
that way. We agreed to meet at the pub the following morning and go on
from there. I wouldn't take any money from her for the ticket, so she
bought us a couple of rounds of drink before we set out.

It was a sunny day and the place was crowded when we got to Wimbledon.
Alison was even more excited by the fact a fellow Aussie was in one of
the matches, and boy did she support him. I was kinda jealous of the
attention she was giving him. I guessed he was about her age, twenty
four, twenty five. Occasionally she'd put a hand on my knee when a
crucial point was being played, and squeeze it as the point was being
played out. If the Aussie won the point , she'd release her grip , jump
up and applaud like crazy. When he won the match, she threw her arms in
the air, then turned around to me and hugged me with joy.

' I must reciprocate,' she insisted on the way home. ' Six thirty
Sunday,' she said, 'at my place for dinner. It won't be anything fancy
mind,' she warned me. 'That's if you're free of course.'
I was over the moon, but told her she didn't have to, as I didn't want
her to feel obligated. She insisted. We parted at the station and I
didn't see her again until Sunday evening, when I found myself standing
outside the house she lived in, feeling a bit nervous, and pressing the
bell with her name on it.
' Hi!' she beamed when she opened the front door, then led me up the
stairs and into her bedsit. It had an open kitchen area at the end of
the room. Pictures of Aussie land were on the walls. Books, CD's and
magazines stacked around the room. Her nurses uniform hanging on the
back of the door. She had a bottle of wine on the table, and chatted
away to me as she prepared the meal. I'd forgotten the bedsit days, and
sitting there it brought back some happy memories.

' Cheers,' she said raising her glass after we sat down at the table.
'Good old English stake and kidney pie. I love it!' she said, ' hope
you do to.'
I nodded. Just being there was enough for me. I loved her Australian
accent. She'd told me about the different places she'd been to in
Europe.
' How does your boyfriend take to you travelling?' I asked, assuming
there was one back home.
She shook her head. ' There isn't one at the moment,' she said, and
seemed entirely happy about that fact. 'I'm doing the two year thing of
travelling around Europe so it's probably for the best right
now.'
We finished the meal. Having finished the wine she opened another
bottle.
' So how come you don't have a partner?' she asked, after me asking all
the questions.
I shrugged my shoulders. Then went on to explain that I never got over
the disappointment of the last serious one not working out. The split
still hurt and she could see I wasn't comfortable talking about it so
she changed the subject.
'The only thing that gets me about England is the weather,' she said ,
tossing her hair out of her eyes, and running a hand through it .
'It's been nice the last couple of weeks,' i said.
' I'm talking about all the weeks before that,' she said, and pretended
to shiver.

The meal over, we sat on the couch to finish the wine. She sat with her
legs tucked under her. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a tea shirt
and had that healthy tanned outdoor look. Her elbow was on the back of
the couch and she rested her head against her hand. We chatted and
laughed about various things. She went on about how hard the nurses had
to work here. I was imagining her in her nurses uniform as we
spoke.
She picked up on my distance. 'What?' she asked.
I shook my head. 'Nothing.' I felt slightly embarrassed that she'd
noticed.
' No, no! What were you thinking?' she insisted.
I shifted a little uncomfortably. 'I was just imagining you in your
nurses uniform,' I said. 'You must cheer up the fellas on your
ward.'
' And some of the ladies to,' she smiled.
' What? You mean they fancy you as well?' I said, a little
surprised.
' You do get the odd one now and again that comes on to you.' She drank
some wine. ' I had a lady tap me on the bottom not long ago. When I
turned around she chatted me up, then asked me for my phone number,'
she said matter of factly .
' You gave it to her,' I said jokingly.
' No way! She wasn't my cup of tea.'

We drank our wine in silence for a few seconds. I was thinking about
what she'd just said.
'Have you ever ...you know?' I asked, at the same time trying to tread
cautiously.
' With a lady?' she said looking at me. I nodded. 'A couple of times,'
she said. There was no embarrassment, no need for excuses. She just
seemed to be comfortable with it all.
I had a stiff by now, and moved around and crossed my legs to try to
conceal it.
' And you,' she said, ' you ever have it off with a guy?'
I looked at her. She was serious. ' No way!' I said. It was something I
wondered what it must be like when I was younger but never wanted to
take it any further.
' I know you guys like the idea of two ladies going down on each
other,' she said, and ran her hand through her hair again to push it
back. 'Ladies entertain the idea of seeing two guys. '
'Screwing each other? ' I said genuinely curious.
She smiled again. ' Sucking each other, whatever! ' She shrugged her
shoulders. 'Women fantasise about that,' she said.
'Do you?' I asked.
She looked at me for several seconds as though checking me out. ' I've
seen two guys do it once,' she said, and raised her eyebrows.
'You had a threesome? ' she had my attention more than ever.
She shook her head and laughed. 'It wasn't like that. I knew gay guy,
Adam. He invited me over to his place for drinks one evening. His
boyfriend of the time turned up a little later and as the evening wore
on we had a bit to drink. We got talking about relationships, and I
said I sometimes wondered what it was like for two guys doing it to
each other. They looked at each other and one whispered in the others
ear. Then they turned to me and smiled. ''You want to watch us?'' Adam
my friend asked.
She started to laugh at my expression. ' You see! You guys always sound
disgusted at the idea, but yet I don't know a guy that doesn't want to
hear a story like this!' she said.
The fascination for me was more the idea that she sat and watched. '
They did everything to each other,' she said. ' It was a real turn on I
must admit,' she continued. ' The problem was neither of them was
interested in me afterwards,' she said laughing again and shrugging her
shoulders . Then she brought her legs down off the couch, reached for
the bottle of wine, and refilled both our glasses.

She picked up a pile of photos from the table. 'Those are from my trip
to Paris,' she said handing them to me. As I poured through them she
excused herself to go to the bathroom.

I envied her vitality. There were a number of pictures of her and her
friends under the Eiffel Tower. In the art galleries, and other
interesting sights. I heard the door close as she came back in, and out
of the corner of my eye could see that she just stood by the door. I
looked up. She was standing there in her nurses uniform striking a
pose. I took a couple of deep breaths. She looked incredibly sexy. A
number of the photos slipped out of my hand on to the floor and I
awkwardly picked them up. She came and sat beside me.
'This is what I call my slave uniform,' she said laughing . ' So what
do you think ?' she asked sitting upright with her hands folded in her
lap, looking all prim and proper.
' Wow!' was all I could say. At that moment she looked every man's
dream. I didn't know what to think.
My heart was racing.

We looked at each other in silence for several seconds. She flashed me
one of her famous smiles and as she reached for her drink I reached out
held her arm and stopped her. I moved closer to her, and put an arm
across her shoulder, pulled her towards me and we kissed. She let her
head fall back on to the back of the couch, her hand came up around the
back of my neck and she pulled my head closer as our tongues played in
each others mouths. My free hand rested on her knee, and after a while
I slowly moved it up under her uniform, caressing her black nylon
stocking'd legs. I pulled back for a few seconds and watched her
uniform ride up her thighs as I moved my hand upwards and inwards
encouraging her to part them some more. She pulled my head to her again
and we continued kissing. Her hand ran across my chest and down towards
my stomach , and onwards to my crotch , rubbing my erection.

She was working on my zipper as my hand reached her panties and my
fingers ran lightly over her crotch. Alison manoeuvred her hand inside
my flies. Our tongues were in and out of each other's mouths again. I
couldn't believe this was happening to me. I pulled her panties to one
side and as I did so could feel they were damp. She spread her legs a
little more, and my fingers moved up and down finding the lips of her
pussy. First one of my fingers slowly edged its way into her, then a
second as Alison freed my cock. I got off the couch and knelt on the
floor in front of her. Her uniform was up at the top of her thighs now.
I looked at those lovely legs encased in stockings and her white
panties tucked to one side. She sat with her head on the back of the
couch, her eyes lowered watching me as I kissed the naked flesh above
her stockings. I put my hands on her thighs and my tongue slowly worked
its way towards her pubic hair. Pulling her panties further to one side
I sniffed her, ran my tongue through her bush, finding her pussy lips,
and gradually edged it into her. She let out a sigh and I could feel
her hand on my head as I penetrated deeper. She clasped her legs around
my head as I continued tonguing her, and as her legs tightened their
grip, her body began to shake. After she came she lay back exhausted. I
surfaced from between her legs, sat back on my heels and admired the
view, then leant forward and she raised her hips as I removed her
panties.

She sat up, reached for my stiff cock and asked me to stand up. I
watched as she tongued the head, then licked up and down my shaft,
before taking it in her mouth. She looked up at me teasingly. Christ ,
I felt I was going crazy! I took her head in both my hands and started
to shaft her mouth. After a while she pulled back and lay back on the
couch with her head on the arm rest. She undid the buttons of her
uniform, letting it slide open and spread her legs. What a body! I
struggled out of my trousers as I watched her and got on to the couch
between her legs. With one of her legs up on the back of the couch and
the other stretched out on to the floor she guided me into her already
wet pussy. She looked down as my cock went in and out of her. I
couldn't believe the sight in front of me. This beautiful Aussie lady,
her nurses uniform hanging open, her nylon stocking'd legs spread wide
and me deep inside her.
'Come on baby,' she urged , looking me directly in the eye as I shafted
her. ' Come on, give it to me!'

We held eye contact as I increased my rhythm. My body began to stiffen
and she pushed herself against me as if to try and get even more of my
cock inside her. I wanted it to last. Her body began to spasm as I
continued to pump her. Her eyes were pleading with me to give it to
her. 'Come on! Come on!,' she urged. I could hold out no longer and she
pulled me tightly to her as I shot jet upon jet of spunk up her. I
collapsed on top of her and she tightened her pussy lips around my cock
, hugging me trying to squeeze every last drop out of me. She let out a
deep sigh, pushed me up and looked up at me giving me one of her famous
smiles. I remained inside her for as long as I could, drowning in our
juices.
' That's a first!' I said looking down at her.
'What?' she asked, looking a little confused, and thought about it for
several seconds. 'The first time you had sex with an Aussie lady you
mean?' she said.
I nodded.
' I hope I haven't let the Australian female population down,' she said
and smiled again.
I shook my head.

' Trevor, how are you?' she asked, giving me that trademark smile of
hers, as I entered the bar a few days later.
I felt slightly awkward at first, as it was the first time we met up
since that great evening together. She was genuinely pleased to see me.
We chatted some whenever she was free, and arranged another date. We
got together several more times before she was off on her travels
again. I saw her off at Heathrow airport. It would be six weeks before
I'd see her again.
'Maybe I'll let you sample this when I get back ,' she said , pressing
her arse into my crutch and at the same time looking over her shoulders
at me and giving me that cheeky smile.

We hugged and I reluctantly waved her goodbye as she passed through
check in. As I made my way to the train I was already working out the
number of days till her return.

END