Evoking the Past

By David Timmsdale

She'd spent months tracking him down, from one side of the planet to the other, had surgery to make herself the woman of his dreams and filled her suitcases with lingerie and sex toys. Now, could she convince him to take her back? Was he even still single? And what would his response be to a semi-naked ex-lover turning up on his doorstep? Dagmar had hope, belief in herself, and fantastic new tits. Finally, it was time to find out.
Mike was happily resettled in his adopted country of Australia. His life was pleasant and luxurious, if somewhat routine. He had no idea what was in store for him when the doorbell rang, early one morning.

• Language: English
• Publisher: David Timmsdale
• Release date: Dec 9, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215289662

David Timmsdale

I'm originally from the UK but now I've retired to Australia to sit amongst rainforest trees, listen to the birdsong and write in peace.'Nice in June' was my first book, and 'June on Top' followed shortly afterwards. The story just kept coming and completed with 'June at Home' which introduced a supernatural element.That tied up the story of June, and her discovery of a sex life she had not imagined was possible. However, I kept re-reading the story, and probably like many authors, hated to leave it alone. To this end, I combined the three and released a book of the whole trilogy - think of 'June: The Full Story' as the Directors Cut version.'June' was all written as a first-person narrative, although I hasten to point out the 'hero' in the 'June' trilogy is in no way me! But I like having someone else, someone fictional, to discuss and explore subjects that I would never get the chance to discuss in real life.I've also started on a series of unconnected short stories in different genres, to develop other storytelling skills. The first release was 'The Love of a Good Dryad' - a fantasy story. There's a sequel for that somewhere.'Alternate Timelines' looked not at time travel, so much as reincarnation, but with the same body.'Evoking the Past' is when your past catches up with you.Next came a couple of short stories, introducing a new couple, Philippa and Mike. Those tales were united and became "Philippa & Cyn'.I returned to the theme of Adult Breastfeeding Relationships with 'Trillian: The Mllky Empath,' and "Jannine of Sales' and 'Denise: MILF vs Wife'.

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Evoking the Past

by

David Timmsdale

Copyright 2023 David Timmsdale

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This a work of fiction, All characters and events are totally imaginary and bear no relation to real persons, living or dead.

Where real place names are used, they were located using Google Maps and no inference should be drawn about real persons who may live, or have lived, in those areas.

This book contains scenes and discussions of consensual sex between adults in a loving relationship.

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Contents

Copyright

About the Author

Chapter 1 – Arrival

Chapter 1.1 – My Arrival

Chapter 2 – What I Want?

Chapter 2.1 – What You Want?

Chapter 3 – Are you staying?

Chapter 3.1 – You are staying

Chapter 4 – Search and you will find

Chapter 4.1 – Search and I found

Chapter 5 – What time is it?

Chapter 5.1 – It’s what time?

Chapter 6 – The Second Day

Chapter 6.1– My Second Day

Chapter 7 – A Walk in the Rainforest

Chapter 7.1 – Sex in the Rainforest

Chapter 8 – A Second Evening

Chapter 8.1 – Our Second Evening

Chapter 9 – Spa Confessions

Chapter 9 – Spa Confessions 2

Chapter 10 – Sunday Mornings

Chapter 10.1 – Are all Sunday mornings like this?

Chapter 11 – Recovery

About The Author

David Timmsdale is originally from the UK but has now retired to Australia. That's why his first story was set in the UK, as he says, I knew it better and I could 'hear' the characters better.

This first book, 'Nice in June', was followed by a sequel; ‘June on Top’. The trilogy concluded with ‘June at Home’.

Since then there have been a couple of ‘Philippa’ short stories which were combined to become Philippa and Cyn’, and then ‘Trillian, The Milky Empath.

David’s Smashwords profile and Smashwords Interview

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Chapter 1 - Arrival

I had just turned off the shower as I got ready for work, when I heard a knock on the front door. Whoever could be wanting me at this time of the morning? Picking up a towelling bathrobe and belting it around me, I headed downstairs and towards the door. The knock came again, gaining in volume and urgency.

Alright, hold your horses, I’m coming!

I pulled open the front door and between the mesh of the fly-screen door I could see a woman standing there, her hand raised to knock.

Stephen?

Yes? her voice sounded vaguely familiar, someone from long, long ago. No one here called me Stephen, it was always Stevo. No one had called me Stephen or even Steve, for best part of ten years.

It’s me…

I peered through the mesh at the woman, dressed in a huge puffer-type coat that she held around her. The cut of her curly, mousy brown hair looked sort of familiar.

Well, are you going to let me in, I’ve been sat outside in a car all night and it wasn’t warm.

Er, yes, I said uncertainly, and unlatched the fly-screen, pushing it open.

Her face swam into focus, older than I remembered, seven years older.

Dagmar! What the fuck are you doing here? And how did you find me?

She pushed through the door, pushing it shut behind her as I backed up the hallway.

I’ve missed you, my love. I’ve missed you so much.

You’re insane. You left me, you bled me dry with a divorce so you could go cavorting off with What’s-his-name, left me with barely enough money for a plane ticket.

So much hate, dear. Let it go.

Let it go, let it f’king go? I’m still single because I still can’t trust people.

I know, I’m sorry, I know I made mistakes.

I turned and walked into the living room, intending to find my phone and call the cops. Turning back around, I found her standing just an arm’s length away.

I know I did wrong, and I know there were things I could never give you, but I’ve changed now.

Changed? You manipulative git, I’m calling the cops. I assure you, there is nothing you could give me that I want.

Dagmar stepped back, shrugged, and dropped the coat to the floor.

Well! Seven years had not aged her body, her skin was as pale and as smoothly unblemished as it had been as a teenager. What I could see of it, between the assembly of black-lace stockings, suspenders, g-string, and a push-up bra. And a push-up bra!

What the hell? Where on earth did you get those from.

I did it for you, dearest. I know you didn’t love me because I had small tits, so I saved up and got these, just for you. Then I searched for you. Now I’m here, you still want me, a little bit, don’t you?

Her voice had become quiet, soft, pleading, wheedling her way into my emotions as she always had done. And it was working. While her voice triggered all my best memories of her, the sight of her triggered my body like a Pavlovian dog, my erection rising and pushing out from the front of my robe.

She walked forward and cradled it softly in her hand.

Oh, so big. Hold them, I got them for you.

In stunned silence, I lifted my hands and cupped the outside of her bra, feeling the weight of her breasts. Her hand now encircled my cock, wanking it in slow, determined strokes.

Oh gawd, stop Dagmar, I’ve not had anybody for years. You’ll make me cum. I whispered slowly, as waves of sadness and imagined future regret washed through me.

She let go but raised her hand and unhooked the front fastener of her bra, shrugging it from her shoulders. Her huge, firm and round breasts swayed just perceptibly between us she crouched down, her hands lifting them to a phenomenal cleavage as she leaned forward and kissed my cock.

Go on, wank all over my tits. It’s what you always wanted to do when I didn’t have a cleavage, now I have one, just for you.

Her mouth opened and she rocked back and forth, her lips rubbing up and down the length of my cock.

Oh fuck, Dags, I’m going to cum…

Go on then, cum on my tits, cum all over me, I want it!

It was all too much. I seized my cock, took a couple of strokes, and unloaded in her face, in her open mouth, and all over her tits and cleavage.

Swaying back and forth for a moment, I gave up the unequal struggle and collapsed to the floor. Remorse for what I had just done, guilt, residual hatred, and unrequited love all trampled around in my head, each seeking supremacy.

Oh, that was lovely, so much. See? I said it would be worth it. Now, whilst you are down there, what do you think of this?

As I lay on my back on the floor, she straddled my chest, pulled her g-string to one side, and presented her shaven pussy to my mouth.

See, shaven, just a little Brazilian stripe, so I’m all clean and lovely for you.

Her fingers parted her labia and she brushed them over my lips. I inhaled sharply, breathing in her musky, heady aroma, further triggering memories I had long locked away in their vault. Cautiously I flicked across her with my tongue.

Oh Steve, oh, do that again, you know I love you doing that.

She descended towards me and I licked again, then probed between her inner lips with my tongue, finally tasting her inner spirit. Good memories flooded back, washing away years of bitterness and hatred. All I could remember now were our hot nights of endless sex, hours of our bodies writhing together as we screwed each other’s brains out. The licking, the sucking, the endless fucking in every position we could imagine as our young bodies sought to achieve through exertion what we failed the technique to reach.

Lick me, make me cum like I used to. Steve, I’ve missed you so much.

I licked some more, feeling her become wetter and wetter until it ran down my chin, then opened wide and sucked as much of her shaven mound as I could into my mouth. I sucked, released, and then went in search of her clitoris.

I remembered how small and delicate it was, how the gentlest direct touch could be too much for her, so I probed with my tongue and then as I felt her respond, moving her body to position the exact spot over my lips, I sucked her hood gently.

Oh Steve, Steve, Steve, again, again, I want to cum, please.

Her voice, pleading now, cracked as if she was on the verge of tears. Suddenly it struck me, I hadn’t seen her eyes. I’d been totally focused on her new, big tits and the lingerie, forgetting to look into her eyes. My hands gripped her hips, feeling the lace of her black suspender belt. I pushed, lifting her away from me.

Oh, please, don’t stop.

Sofa, I gasped around a mouth full of muff as she pressed back down on to me.

She was shaking slightly as she rose from me, from what emotion I couldn’t yet discern, but she was nowhere near orgasm, that much I knew from the past. She turned and sat on the sofa, her arse just resting on the edge, her legs wide apart. I turned and knelt between them.

Please, she said, her fingers holding her labia apart, lick me some more, make me cum like you used to.

I looked at her, and saw now the spunk running down her belly, over her boobs, and the traces in her hair and beside her eyes. Her eyes, finally I looked into them. And there they were, icy blue, that icy blue of the cruel, hard bitch that had tried to take me for everything she could get to fund her running off with Lover Boy. Her eyes were made up now as they were then, dark black eyeliner with pale blue eyeshadow, but now the eyeliner was running, smudging on to her cheeks, cheeks streaked with her tears.

Please Steve, please, lick me until I cum and fuck me, fuck me until it hurts. Hurt me, Steve. Let me say sorry.

That did it for me. Much as I had hated her and despised her in the past, I’d moved on. I held memories and regret, but couldn’t intentionally hurt her.

No.

The word hung in the air between us like the tolling of a bell.

Why? Please, I got tits for you, I’ve come to the other side of the world to find you. Don’t you know how much I’ve missed you?

I missed you, a long time ago.

Don’t you fancy me at all, even a tiny bit. You used to. I’m better now, I can make you happy now.

Yes, but could I ever make you happy? It didn’t seem like I ever did.

You did Steve, only you ever did. I know that now, please.

Dagmar stood up, still with her high heels on, and looked me in the eyes, that piercing look that she had, that so pushed into my soul and yet revealed only ice on her side.

Please, I’m sorry, I was young and stupid and didn’t know what I’d got. You never know what you’ve got until you lose it, isn’t that what they say?

She looked at me as I stood, arms hanging limply by my sides, still in a state of shock. Ten minutes ago this was another boring work day.

Have you got someone else?

No, I whispered.

Her hands reached out and took hold of mine, lifting them to cup her breasts.

Nice? she asked, her voice a whisper as she pressed her lips to mine.

I felt her lips touch mine and opened my mouth as hers opened, felt the rapid exchange of breath, the tasting of my spunk and her juices as our tongues entwined. Just the way we used to do it. Her hand was around my neck, pulling me to her as she leaned backward, thrusting her mound at my groin. I could feel the lace of her g-string pressing against my cock.

Her head pulled back slightly, to turn slightly to one side, just enough so that she could look at me sideways in that cute way that she had.

Are you getting hard again? Her lips held a smile.

No.

Yes, you are.

Her hand pushed between us and felt my cock. At that instant, she knew that she had won.

Come on, show me your bed.

I lead her upstairs, her hand in mine, not a further word being said. My mind was a fog of emotions and questions, memories and regrets. Everything was moving too fast. I couldn’t process it, or work out what I thought. I was just sailing on a sea of turbulent emotions and I was acutely aware of the touch of her hand in mine and the way my hardening cock swayed heavily before me as I walked.

In the bedroom, I pulled last night’s crumpled duvet from the bed, dropping it to the floor as I climbed onto the bed, still holding her hand. I lay on my side and she lay on hers. We each looked deep into each other’s eyes, our fingers still entwined.

Why? I whispered.

Because I love you, she offered, her voice soft and low.

Why then…

Make love to me…

I don’t have any condoms.

A sudden fear swept through me, that this was a trap, another of her games, some final way to get back at me. She stiffened and pushed herself up with her free hand.

I still don’t want kids, never did, never will, nothing is worth that, so don’t worry, I’m on the pill, never stopped, never will. And you know I hate condoms.

I don’t remember condoms being a thing you disliked, but it is a very long time ago.

Hmm, well we never did after we stopped using them. But I have since, and I hate it. Enough!

I persisted, trying to give myself time to think.

So what happened to himself, Lover Boy.

It didn’t last. He wanted to marry me and have kids and I realized he wasn’t you. By then, by the time I realised what I’d done, what I’d lost, you were gone, left the country. Let’s just say, I did a lot of looking for a replacement or a substitute. But I had to admit, her hand untangled itself from mine and she reached for my cock, what I wanted was you.

So why the huge…?

I looked at her breasts, full and lovely and so unlike the Dagmar I remembered. I felt her hand tighten around me as she began to stroke. I’d started to soften as we talked, but I was hardening again now.

Because they were the root cause.

I loved your tits.

You loved them too much, and you were always looking at women with big tits, wanting me to wear sexy lingerie that they didn’t make in my tiny size. I began to hate you for it. You may have loved me despite my tits, but you certainly didn’t love me for them. So, when I finally admitted that you were the only man I ever wanted, that I wanted you back, that I wanted to find you wherever you were, I decided to have these so I could give you everything you wanted. Aren’t they great? Please say you like them?

They are certainly very impressive, I’m just coming to terms with them on you.

Steve?

Yes?

Shut up and fuck me… please.

She lay down again, rolling onto her back and reaching for my hand, guiding it to rest between her legs.

I felt how smooth her hairless pussy was, and as a finger slipped between her holds, how wet she was. She sighed.

Finger me and lick me like you used to, please, Steve?

She certainly had some particular memories of the past that she meant to revive, but I knew what she meant. The way I’d given her her first orgasm, and something we’d repeated endlessly afterwards.

I looked at her face, examining every pore, looking for changes, for signs of the years gone by, looking for signs of change, whilst my finger slowly rubbed back and forth between her inner lips, creeping ever closer to her entrance, until finally, my fingertip dipped into her. She bit her bottom lip and waited until I slid my finger in and then started to slowly finger fuck her. She relaxed her shoulders and her mouth opened invitingly, seemingly drawing my lips to her, my torso resting across her breasts as we kissed. Meanwhile, my finger worked back and forth inside her and I felt her pussy tighten on it. Our lips parted.

Now. Her voice was barely a whisper and both a request and a question.

With a last peck of her lips, I moved down her body, lingering just long enough to kiss both her nipples, both still the rosebuds I remembered, but now hard and sitting atop stretched areola which were definitely bigger than I remembered. Kissing my way down her belly, placing a single kiss in the tiny triangle of remaining hair, I latched my lips around her clit’s hood and sucked. Her hands flew to my head and her hips pushed her pussy up into my face.

Aaaahhhh! she gasped.

Releasing her with my lips and waiting until she was again resting on the bed, I started to finger-fuck her fast and hard, the backs of my fingers hammering against her vulva as my middle digit sought her depths and my tongue sought her clit. I licked and sucked and sucked and licked, feeling her get wetter and wetter, her breathing start to quicken and become ragged as my cock hardened further at her response.

Faster and faster, I sucked and licked, her clit now coming to the fore, being lashed by my tongue and sucked in turn. My hand