They both laughed as they cleared away the mugs and washed out the coffee machine. When Ayla didn`t return after thirty minutes Angie crept up the stairs to see if she needed anything. The door to her room was open and Angie peered inside. Ayla lay on her back on the bed. The stylish pants suit was neatly folded over a chair next to a small vanity table. The large suitcase was on the floor with the top open, and Angie could see that it was empty. Ayla had apparently put all her clothes away in the wardrobe or the chest of drawers against the other wall.
Ayla was topless lying on top of the bedcovers, her small breasts rising and falling as she slept. Her nipples were hard little dark brown bumps against her tanned skin, as it was still quite fresh in the bedroom. The only thing she was wearing was a small pair of pale-blue bikini briefs that were tight against her mons. Angie couldn`t help but admit that Ayla was a fantastic looking woman with a figure most women would give their right arm for. Silently she pulled the door shut and went back downstairs to Alan. Angie just told him she was asleep, and not that she had seen her nearly naked. The last thing she needed was Alan getting all horny over their new house mate.
It was nearly three hours later when Ayla appeared through the door of the lounge where Angie and Alan had waited for her whilst watching a film on Netflix. She had brushed out her hair and washed her face. Alan gulped when he saw her standing there wearing a crop top T-shirt, the swell of the bottom of her breasts nearly visible under the hem. An expanse of bronzed flat tummy between the T-shirt and the hem of her skirt, which was more belt than skirt as it exposed nearly all of her long-tanned legs. On her feet were pristine white Adidas sneakers. Alan couldn`t help but stare, as only about thirty percent of her body was hidden from view.
Angie “accidentally” put all her body weight onto Alan`s groin as she used her hand to lever herself up from the sofa. He winced as Angie asked Ayla politely, “Sleep well? You must have been dead after the flight.”
Alan said nothing. He desperately wanted to massage his bruised balls after Angie had squashed them, but considered that now wouldn’t be an opportune moment if he still wanted to be married tomorrow.
“Great thanks. The bed is really comfortable. I love my room. Thank you again for letting me stay a while. What are you two doing today?” Ayla asked.
Angie replied amicably, “We have nothing planned. We thought we could show you the way to get to the hospital. Then maybe go for a drink and something to eat later. Whatever you want to drink or eat just take it. Come, I´ll show you where the things are in the kitchen.”
At last Alan got to rub his balls as Ayla and Angie went into the kitchen. Both came back carrying mugs of tea. Angie handed one to Alan and sat back next to him on the sofa. Ayla sat in the armchair opposite the pair and lifted her legs up underneath her body. There was a tantalising flash of pale blue under the skirt, that Angie noticed, and Alan tried not to.
On Ayla`s insistence the three of them watched the last twenty minutes of the film Angie and Alan had started. Then they all trooped into the next room. Angie had created this room as an office, with a computer, printer and filing cabinets for their personal papers, and also some old case files from the past. There was a huge oak desk that she had found at an auction, complete with a matching swivel chair with padded red leather seat and back rest. The walls were covered in photos of their time with DWOB including some of Syria, and even one with Hameed smiling between the two of them.
Ayla studied all of the photos as Alan warmed up the computer. A quick few taps on the keyboard and he had the optimum route to the hospital filling the screen. There were also bus stops marked, and Alan told the watching girls, “This is perfect. The number 18 stops outside the Three Feathers, and also outside Carshalton Hospital. The ride is about 20 minutes, so not too bad. They run from five in the morning until midnight. That should cover all your shifts Ayla!”
“Sounds good Alan,” she said leaning forward onto the desk next to him, studying the computer screen. Angie, who was standing on the other side of the desk got an eyeful of her small firm breasts as the top of the loose T-shirt fell forward exposing them to Angie`s view.
“We can go to the pub later, and Angie and I will show you the bus stop. It’s only a five- or six-minute walk to there.”
“I have to be there at nine on Monday for an initiation day. Issuing of uniforms, paperwork, and a tour of the premises. Things like that. Then we get our shift plan for the next month, and our ward allocations. The rest of this month are training days in the classroom. So that will be from eight until five probably. Monday to Friday they said in the letter they sent me.”
“Anybody hungry?” Angie asked as Robert powered down the computer.
“Starving!” Ayla declared with a smile.
“I can eat,” Alan said with a grin. Angie knew that he was always hungry.
Angie spent the next few minutes at the stove frying bacon, sausages and eggs, whilst Alan made toast in the toaster and piled it up on a plate. Ayla sat at the kitchen table watching. Angie had a furtive peek to make sure she had not missed any incriminating evidence of their earlier coupling, which had occurred in exactly the spot where she was sitting.
Alan laid the table with salt, pepper, and both brown sauce and tomato ketchup. It was only when Angie laid the plate in front of Ayla she remembered something and she gushed, “Oh my God Ayla. I`m so sorry, I just didn`t think. I can make you something else, here give me that back.” She went to remove the plate, but Ayla laughed loudly and placed a hand over hers.
“Don`t be silly Angie. I eat everything. I`m definitely not a practicing Muslim, and I love a good sausage. If you know what I mean.” She gave Angie a salacious wink that could only be interpreted in one way.
The rest of the meal was eaten with Ayla asking questions about the local area. Best place to shop for clothes, places to eat. Cinemas. Apparently she loved going to the Movies. Best areas for jogging. It seemed that Ayla was an avid runner, so at last she and Angie had something to discuss. This discussion about running shoes, local jogging routes, and other things that bored Alan half to death went on long after he had filled the dishwasher and gone into the lounge to watch TV alone.
Alan heard the two girls go up the stairs together. Ten minutes later they came into the lounge and announced they were going for a run and that they would see him later. Angie was in her usual short, shorts and Sports bra. While Ayla had kept her T-shirt from earlier, but replaced the micro skirt with shorts similar to Angie`s.
Alan heard the back door slam shut as they left and snuggled down into the sofa for a quick nap. He woke with a start as the backdoor opened. The lounge was then invaded by two sweating females who were breathing heavily from their exertions and giggling like two schoolgirls. Both had their hair sticking to their faces with perspiration. A sheen of sweat covered their trim bodies. The light grey T-shirt that Ayla wore was now a darker shade and plastered to the firm breasts beneath that Alan noticed gave such a perfect moulding of her tits that he couldn`t help but stare at them.
“Have fun ladies?” he asked, trying not to look at the two sweaty bodies without becoming extremely horny, and failing miserably.
“Was great,” Angie told him, her breath coming in pants. “We did a double loop of the park and lake, nearly seven miles.”
“It`s really beautiful up there,” Ayla added, “It`s hard to believe we are in London.”
“I need a shower!” Angie announced, “I must stink!”
The two women went up the stairs together. Alan stayed where he was. Normally he would have followed Angie upstairs after her jogging, as for some reason that still remained a mystery to him she was always in a hyper sexy mood afterwards. This usually resulted in a nice blow job or hand job when she got out of the shower, and on a few rare occasions a long fuck session in the bed. He was still reminiscing about a few of those occasions when the lounge door reopened and Angie asked, “Aren`t you coming?”
Alan mumbled, “I didn`t think I was invited this time as we have company.”
“Don`t be a wanker Alan. Ayla will be in the shower for a while and I`m horny as fuck, so get you magnificent dick upstairs now!”
The two nearly sprinted up the stairs. When they reached the landing they could hear Ayla humming to herself in the little bathroom attached to her bedroom. Her bedroom door was open, and Angie crossly thought, “Why does she never shut the fucking door!” Her shorts and T-shirt were in a pile on the floor with the pale blue bikini panties on the top of the pile.
Angie saw that Alan was staring at the pile so roughly grabbed him by the arm and tugged him through their bedroom door and closed it behind them. “Take your clothes off and sit there. I will just be a minute,” she told him like some stern headmistress with an unruly child.
Alan did as he was told and heard the shower running in the bathroom. Then the water stopped, and Angie walked into the bedroom. She hadn`t towelled herself off even a little, and was dripping water onto the carpet as she straddled him, kissing him passionately at the same time as her hand was fumbling his erection inside her wet pussy.
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