(Part 01)
Bob King was an average man approaching his thirtieth birthday Not that he was a bad looking man, he wasn’t, but he wasn’t stunning, sexy or buff, he was strictly middling but his girlfriend
Samantha Barraclough was anything but, she was an absolute beauty five years younger, elegant, daintily petite, intelligent, funny, sexy and with a perfectly beautiful angelic voice, pure Carrington Chase educated perfection, Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around, and it was voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.
He pinched himself at the start of everyday, especially the ones on which he woke up beside her, just to check he wasn’t dreaming.
Because the good fortune that brought Samantha into his life was the type of thing that didn’t happen to him, and everyone who witnessed them together unanimously agreed that he was punching well above his weight.
They first encountered each other at a business meeting at the Clayton Manor Hotel, where she was a potential new client and he was trying to win a new account, but the meeting was unresolved as it was love at first sight, heavily laced with lust.
Which ended with their mutual seduction and a passionate night spent in her suite.
But since that first meeting there had been many such nights and there seemed to be no sign of them abating.
However things had not been all plain sailing since they had met, though not between the two of them they were completely simpatico.
The problems stemmed from a different quarter entirely and from those who should have been the most delighted for them, their close friends and family.
Bob and Samantha were the victims of snobbery, inverted and otherwise.
Her family thought she had set her sights to low while his nearest and dearest believed he had set his too high.
Her friends thought he was common whiles his thought she was a snob.
So as a result they had found it difficult to fit inside each other’s worlds, but the couple believed that love will out.
And Samantha drew a line under the difficulties when she said
“If you can’t live in my world and I can’t live in yours we shall just have to make a world of our own”
If he hadn’t been in love with her already he certainly would have been after that speech.
However there were still some events that she was required to attend such as the Lord Lieutenant’s Summer Ball which was why he was at home alone in Childean on Saturday night.
He spent the day in the garden pottering about and the evening watching TV but by ten o’clock he was feeling a bit restless so he decided to take a shower then he would have a nightcap and go to bed.
(Part 02)
Although she had suggested they create a world their own there were still some events that Samantha was required to attend, such as the Lord Lieutenant’s Summer Ball, which was why he was at home alone in Childean on Saturday night.
He spent the day in the garden pottering about and in the evening watching TV but by ten o’clock he was feeling a bit restless so he decided to take a shower then he would have a nightcap and go to bed.
It was about half an hour later as he was coming down the stairs when the doorbell rang.
He had no idea who it might be he certainly wasn’t expecting anyone and when he opened the door he was surprised to see Samantha standing on the doorstep in full evening wear and over her shoulder he could see a taxi pulling away.
“Hello” he said with genuine surprise
“Hello Darling” Samantha said and kissed him,
“Can I come in then?”
“Of course” he said fussily “come in, come in”
Once inside she slipped off her stole and walked through to the lounge looking absolutely gorgeous in a full-length black evening dress which was as usual perfectly accessorized with long elbow length gloves and clutch purse etcetera, and he imagined her to be fully accessorized under the dress as well.
“You’re a bit overdressed for chez King” he observed while mentally undressing her and trying to imagine exactly what underwear she was wearing.
“I know” Samantha said as she sat down “I was going to the Ball but…”
“But?” he asked
“I couldn’t face everyone quizzing me”
“About what?” he quizzed
“About my choice in men” she replied
“I’m sorry,” he said inadequately
“I’m not” Samantha said defiantly “I would rather be here with you”
And then she kissed him again
“So Cinders didn’t go to the ball” she added
“I prefer you to be here as well” he admitted
“And you’re welcome to wine and dine here”
“Well thank you kind sir” Sam said “Lead me to the wine”
Bob walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge and took out an open bottle of wine and two large wine glasses from the cupboard and filled them.
When he returned to the lounge Samantha stood up and walked towards him and he expected her to take a wine glass from his hand but instead she walked between his outstretched hands and kissed him.
As they were in the middle of the room he couldn’t put the drinks down or prevent her from unzipping his fly and pulling his fast swelling organ out through the opening, not that he wanted to stop her.
Bob was quite happy to be stood in the middle of the room being passionately kissed while simultaneously being gently wanked by her gloved hand.
(Part 03)
As soon as Samantha had stroked him to a satisfactory state of arousal she stopped kissing him and took the wine glass from his hand and nonchalantly took a leisurely drink while still massaging his manhood with her other gloved hand and smiling at him mischievously before releasing her grip and walking over to the sofa where she stood with her back to him knowing full well he would follow and as he did he put down his own drink so he would have both hands free to grapple with the elegant little temptress.
As he stepped up behind her she giggled and while he unzipped the back of her dress she drained her glass.
Once he had her dress opened to her tiny waist he slipped his hands inside and she let out a long steady exhale of breath as his hands reached their targets and gently caresses her beautiful little breasts and played with her hardening nipples and then Samantha wasn’t giggling anymore and she dropped the empty wine glass onto the sofa.
She slipped her arms through the dresses sleeves and let it fall from her petite frame and it settled momentarily about her waist but with a delicious wiggle of her narrow hips it fell in an untidy heap around her ankles.
She stepped out of the remnants of her attire and kicked the black bundle aside with one stiletto shoed foot leaving her dressed in evening gloves, stockings, suspenders and black silk knickers.
Bob kissed her neck while his hands left her beautiful breasts and his thumbs slipped inside the waistband of her panties as he prepared to pull them down and then to his great surprise she said
"Leave them on” she said and stood on tiptoe to lean over the sofa leaving him with a perfect view of her pert buttocks clad in black silk French drawers as Samantha wriggled her way along the sofa back, producing a delightful quiver of her buttocks.
He stood looking on at the magnificent view of her black clad buttocks jiggling before his lascivious eyes as he undressed
As Sam wriggled forward slightly more until her toes were off the floor and a little bit of her bare cheek was visible.
“Gorgeous” he thought as he prepared to get her as ready as he was but as his fingers caressed her inner thigh on their way to seek out her moist lips she said
“No need” and as she said it she clenched her buttocks tight “I’m ready, I’m ready now”
So he pulled the leg of her silk panties aside to fully exposed her, and as she received him she let out the loudest moan of pleasure as he entered, she gripped on to the sofa as he took her from behind and he looked down as she wriggled and squirmed like a fish on the river bank as the most sensual sounds of pleasure emanated from her.
Until finally she released a cultured scream and her body shuddered in ecstasy only moments before Bob’s blissful arrival.
After a moment or two, he kissed her on the neck as he slowly withdrew and she sighed.
“Now that’s what I call a Summer Ball,” she exclaimed and giggled as he patted her arse and went to the kitchen to get them another drink and when he returned he smiled as he looked over at Samantha still draped along the back of the Sofa.
“Gorgeous” he said
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