I had been working overseas and returned to Britain with nothing but a good bank account and experience of limited use in a civilian job.

I had expected to find a hotel but my sister offered to put me up while I found a home. That is how I met Isla. She was living with my sister Jacs. 

I was sleeping on the sofa, a rather short sofa. 

I went out to a new estate and purchased a two bedroom house. It was not finished but that meant I could design the interior. 

I was shown around the show house. The saleswoman introduced herself as Kay and she flirted lightly, asking about my wife and family. Even brushed something off my shoulder when I told her I was single. 

When we got to the bedroom I picked a hair off her shoulder,  but as expected her flirting was just her sales technique. 

If you don't try you don't get. I never pushed it.

It was the third Saturday afternoon when Isla said "Shall I be mother?" as she picked up the teapot. 

"I'd like that." I replied hoping there was a hint of opportunity. She poured tea with a smile. 

I got a job with a dairy as a driver. I did not need the money, but it did stop my bank balance dropping. It did mean working early but I was used to odd hours. Working early meant sleeping during the day and sleeping on the sofa got in the way. Isla suggested I hotbed with her. By the time I got home Isla had gone to work but her scent was still on her pillow. By the time she got home I was awake and up, in both senses some afternoons.

Then on Saturday she had gone out, I had gone to her bed. I dreamed of her coming back to bed. She slipped into that small narrow bed, naked and warm. My cock was hard her hands searching her lips soft.

I wanted her and slipped my cock into her. It was delicious, warm, hugging me and I moved. At some point I realized it was not a dream, but that did not matter. I filled her and finally I was awake enough to realize who and what I was doing.

"I knew you wanted me." Isla informed me.

"Of course I wanted you." The truth was I had not had a woman for weeks and would have had any woman who offered herself but it was time to return the pleasure she had given me. I began to finger her and she kissed me. I felt her trimmed pussy leaking my gift. She came.

"Go back to sleep." She told me as she slipped out of bed.

I turned over and for the first time wanked in her bed as I lay on our wet patch. Then I fell asleep.

When I woke I was not sure if it had happened, the sheets were stained but I did wank, but I dressed showered and had breakfast, or what was breakfast to me.

Isla got home about an hour after that and gave me a kiss. I guess it was not a dream.