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LauraI could feel him pushing the ring down my finger as we kissed. It was slow, steady but inevitable, just as our relationship had been. I just hadn’t expected it to happen when we came away. These last couple of days had been a whirlwind after crossing that last line. It felt like we were fulfilling a destiny of sorts. However, I needed it to be different. I broke off the kiss and pulled back, holding Tommy’s eyes and hands.“Not like this Tommy,” I put my finger on his lips. “Shhh, will you trust me?”“Of course.”I took the ring and put it back on my right hand, then took Tommy’s hand giving it a squeeze. Holding onto it and picking up our bag, I stood up, with Tommy following my lead. We made our way back to the hotel and followed our usual routine of jumping in the shower and cleaning each other off from the day.We dried off and I walked out of the bathroom naked and yes, I did make sure my hips moved just a little more. I slipped on mum’s wedding ring and put the bracelet Tommy had bought me around my wrist. I stayed next to the dresser, tapping my fingers on the wood, waiting. Tommy had watched all this and was leaning against the doorframe leading to the bathroom still.“You look beautiful,” he said.I felt myself flush a little, “So do you.”He let out a short laugh, “Beautiful?”“Yes, and I’m not the only one to think so.”He strolled over and picked up mum’s engagement ring. After fiddling and inspecting it for a minute, he looked at me.“Now?”“I don’t know, it depends on what you want to ask.”“I don’t know. Ha! It was simple out on the rocks; don’t talk, just do.”“Hmm, indeed. There’s one good reason to wait. We need to decide properly what questions to ask before we can start to give answers.”Tommy started laughing, “You’re not a mouse, are you?”I just looked at him blankly.“Hitchhikers? Forty-two was the answer, but they asked the wrong question, so Earth was commissioned?”“What the fuck are you going on about?”“Aww, bless. Let my big sister’s dork training begin!”Tommy took my hand and picked up my laptop. With both of us still naked, he walked out to the balcony. He downloaded a couple of books for me, then got his tome and sat down next to me with his feet up on one of the other chairs.I’m not sure how long we were out there, but when a shiver ran through me, I realised it was now dusk and we were still sitting naked on the balcony. I nudged Tommy who looked up from his reading and smiled.“Dinner?”We got dressed and went to the restaurant, followed by a beer by the pool. Our friends from the previous night were there, but there was no repeat show. They waved from where they were sitting, but there was no indication to join them. I was quite happy about this as it gave me the chance to talk to Tommy about the book. During the discussion, I found out it is a trilogy in five parts with a sixth part being written after the author’s death. Tommy said the last book wasn’t great but was classic Adams irony.Nothing more was said about the rings that night or the rest of the trip. After a couple of beers, we took a walk along the beach. Hand şişli escort in hand, in the edge of the water, with each other was a wonderful experience until a shooting pain ran through my foot. I half crumpled and Tommy caught me, the pain had spread up my leg.He picked me up and carried me to one of the loungers and looked at my foot. He took his t-shirt off and wrapped it around my foot before scooping me up again and jogged back to the hotel. In the lobby, I could see his top was soaked with blood and he called for the first aider, who in turn called for an ambulance. While waiting she re-wrapped my foot with fresh bandages.No one will know if it was left on the beach or washed up, but I had managed to find a broken bottle with my foot. I needed fifteen stitches along my sole and could not walk on it for at least a week. So that was that, the last few days we spent lounging around the hotel, I couldn’t drink alcohol due to the pain killers, these, in turn, kept me drowsy. I would read a little and doze off for an hour, waking up to find the laptop closed on the table next to me.Tommy made a good nurse, taking care to wrap my foot and lift me into the shower each morning. He would then wash and dry me before applying the various lotions I wanted or needed. I had a pair of crutches from the hospital and used them as much as possible, knowing I would still need them at home. Tommy made sure I was kept hydrated and fed and would not leave my side.A few days later we were sitting in the departure lounge of the airport ready to return home. Terry and my date were both civil and along with the others checked on my progress. It was quite nice getting the attention, including having our bags carried and a wheelchair at the airport. I slept through the flight and we were back at Heathrow before I knew it, where I got another wheelchair. Tommy ordered a taxi for us and after saying our goodbyes he helped me into it.We pulled up at our house, Tommy paid the driver and asked him to start taking our bags to the door. He then went and opened it, leaving me in the car. TommyAs I turned to go and help her out of the car, Laura was already struggling and looking daggers at me.“What?” I asked as I walked back.She seemed to realise her mistake and for half a second I thought she was going to back down.“You, leaving me stranded in the car, swanning off and opening the house with no regard….”I pinned her against the car, holding her head and kissing her deep and hard. When she put her arms around my neck, I lifted her and carried her into the house.“I’m making a habit of this aren’t I?”“Uhuh,” she smiled back at me.I put her down in the living room and went back to help the driver and get the stuff indoors.“Sorry about that, mate. Sometimes it’s the only way to shut her up.”He just smiled and nodded.After I had the bags in the hallway, I went into the kitchen, put the kettle on and started preparing a couple of coffees. As soon as I opened the fridge, I remembered we had nothing in.“Balls!”“You alright?”I put my head into the living şişli escort bayan room, “You okay if I pop out for half-hour? We have no food.”Laura nodded and so I put my shoes back on, grabbed my car keys and went to the shops.On the way out, I phoned the local take away and ordered some food; more than enough, I was planning on leftovers for lunch tomorrow. I took a little longer than I had said and when I walked in and put my head into the front room, I saw Laura had dozed off in the chair. With a smile, I put the groceries away, plated the dinner and made the long-overdue coffees.“Shift your fat arse!” I said as I walked in with the tray.“Huh, what? I wasn’t sleeping, just resting my eyes.”Laura pushed herself up and over, then took the coffees so I could sit down. Although I dished up on two plates, the advantage of sharing the chair was that we could just eat off of each other’s as if it were on one. After I got two bowls, starting with shop-bought apple pie (I know, but we were just back from holiday), these were heated, and then large scoops of vanilla ice cream were added. I opposed this on top of the pie with a dollop (yes, that is an official measure) of clotted cream. Then a handful of mixed nuts and dried fruit and all topped off with a generous helping of cinnamon and mixed spices. To go with this, I also made us a cup of hot chocolate, each with a little more cream floating on top.“Oh god, Tommy! Oh, and they had some clotted cream. You know, some days, I could almost appreciate having a little brother.”Just as I was handing the bowl to Laura, I pulled back, “Or, I could just sit and scoff in front of you.”It was the sort of pudding we had as kids, especially during winter. The warmth of the back and forth between Laura and me filled my heart and I couldn’t help smiling and kissing her on the cheek as I finally handed over her bowl. When I returned with my cup and bowl, Laura was sitting looking at me with half a smile on her face.“You okay?” I asked.“Yes, very. Very okay. Shh, it’s proper English when I say it.”We grinned and I pushed in next to her again. It was a simple evening, but a good one, just us, no outside influence, no pressure of work or anything else.When we were finished eating, I collected the bowls and took them to the kitchen; returning with a washing up bowl of warm salty water. Kneeling in front of Laura, I took off her dressing, which somehow had found its way most of the way up her thigh on the inside. That was the impression I got, so I just had to check with my hand to make sure it was all off.“Commando?” I asked, Laura just blushed in response.“How long?” she blushed deeper.“All day?” she finally replied, and I started chuckling.“You’re a very naughty girl.” Laura just grinned back at me.Once the dressing was all off, I put her foot in the water to soak. I went back out to the kitchen, cleaned up our plates and put them away. Put the leftovers in the fridge and finally returned to the living room. LauraBefore I had a chance to say anything, he was on his knees by my foot, mecidiyeköy escort again. He had retrieved a towel and fresh bandages which he put on the floor. Tommy folded the towel that he had brought in and put it over his leg. Then he carefully lifted my foot out of the water. Before he placed it gently on his thigh, he looked at the sole. I watched him work, wrapping my foot and drying each toe individually, carefully underneath them and softly in between. Tommy followed this by wiping down the instep several times.Accidentally or otherwise he had knelt on the outside of the bowl and had put my foot on his outside leg. This had the effect of opening me up to him. The realisation of my vulnerability sent a small shudder through me.Once he had finished drying the rest of my foot, he lifted it and dabbed around the actual wound. He then dressed my foot and bandaged it up. As he finished, his hand ran along my calf, lifting my foot and he kissed my big toe. What I hadn’t noticed until he smiled and nodded in the direction was that my skirt had pulled back some more. I could feel my belly tightening and that familiar tingling working its way down to my pussy.Tommy pushed the bowl of water aside and reached to the side of the recliner and lowered the footrest. He had held onto my foot and once again, kissed the top of my toes, the instep was now bandaged so he skipped that and kissed the inside of my ankle.“You should keep that foot up,” he said and then put it onto his shoulder.I suddenly felt shy and pulled my other knee across and pushed my skirt down to try and preserve some of my modesty. Tommy didn’t seem to notice and kissed my calf, but then put his hand on my knee and pushed it out. He then turned his face to me with a stern look, he gently slapped the back of my hand which was holding my skirt. He held my gaze for a second longer and then turned and kissed my thigh, just above my knee.“Do you need to rest your other foot?” he asked.“Uhuh?” I half-answered, half-mumbled, half-questioned.A smile crossed his face as he lifted my other foot, kissing my ankle and calf, before putting that over his other shoulder. Tommy wrapped his arms under and around my thighs and ran his hands from my knees to the bottom of my skirt, where it now sat. He didn’t push it further but turned his head and sat up a little in his kneeling position.He kept rubbing his hands up and down, sometimes hard, sometimes soft. Sometimes he would drag his fingertips or nails along them. Sometimes it was the top, or the sides or under, but never the inside; the inside was reserved for his mouth as he kissed and licked closer and closer to me.As he moved closer his shoulders moved under my thighs, and when he kissed about half-way along my thigh, he tugged me forward a little. It was then I realised the position I was now sitting in, hips at the edge of the seat, thighs angled up from the seat at about forty-five degrees. I was defenceless. In a mirror of his action, I put my hand on his head and rubbed down the side of his cheek. Tommy looked up at me and smiled.He then raised his eyebrows a fraction, I nodded and smiled in response to his question. He took my hand and reached out for my other, which I gave him. He sat up a fraction more, which lifted my bum off the seat, and he put my hands under it; before lowering himself and thus my bum onto them.

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