Ellie's Return Read Free

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expensively dressed, and often he would be well dressed too, the occasional
over-reliance on casual sports gear notwithstanding. When Ellie did go out with
him she did not really know what they talked about, mostly he joked around and
tried to make her laugh and mostly she was happy to laugh, and since the
specific and only aim of their relationship was mutual sexual exhaustion,
talking was only really ever to kill time anyway, but if they could do it in
nice restaurants and bars then so much the better. He was younger than her,
maybe by five years or so, so he got to go out with an older woman and she got
to go out with a younger man. It wasn’t enough of an age gap to create a
cultural difference but their respective cultures were. Language was not the
barrier, his English was good and her Italian was good, it wasn’t really a question
of how they would say anything, but whether they had it to say, and
conversational highs had been discounted as a dispensable luxury quite early
on.
    When he did turn up again after three weeks it was
nevertheless with a tedious regularity that you could set your calendar by.
When she had first met him and they were arranging a date he would take a
couple of hours to get back to her with something as simple as a text that said
yes or no to a proposed arrangement. It was not too long before she realised
that it was always a two-hour interval that he left and she had decided to
manage him out of that habit. One afternoon after they had been seeing each
other a few weeks she sent him a text asking if they were meeting that night as
tenuously arranged a few days before. He had not replied for the standard two
hours and even then his reply had been vague; he thought he may have other
options and did not want to commit himself, so he would let her know if he was
going to be free. Ellie had seen his younger brother at the street market in
the afternoon and he had said that Alfonse was seeing her tonight so as far as she
knew he did not have other plans but she did not like his off hand behaviour. She
decided that she was not in the mood for seeing him tonight so she would use
the opportunity to teach him a lesson. Ellie decided to wait until two hours
after his last text message, and then she sent him a series of short text
messages.  
    Alfonse had been lying on his bed when the first text had
arrived. He had been on the verge of getting back to Ellie after her earlier
text in which she had asked what their plans were. While he had been lying on
his bed waiting for the two hours to pass before he could reply to her without
seeming too keen, he had been planning his seduction. He was imagining Ellie
coming to him dressed, then he pictured her in various developing states of
undress, sometimes with her undressing for him, sometimes with him telling her
what to remove next and her complying with his demands. He was picturing when
and where and how he would touch her, when he would make her gasp, how long he
would taste her before he stroked her gently with his tumescence before she
would have to grab him and pull him into her as she bucked under the pressure
of waiting so long. He let that thought linger as he went to pick up the cell
phone to read the message that he knew must be from her.
    The first flurry of texts said that she was sorry he was busy
because she had been looking forward to their date all afternoon. She was
feeling especially horny and had hardly been able to contain herself when she
had been lying in the bath thinking about him. Her breasts had become swollen
while she thought about him and her nipples were hard, and she didn’t dare
touch them because she was already so turned on. She really wished that he had
replied earlier because he could be with her by now, instead of having to play
by herself. Alfonse was startled and wanted to reply straight away but his cock
which had been on readiness alert for most of the afternoon was now suddenly
fully straining to be unzipped