(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, and sexy 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.
As part of “making a world of their own” they decided to plan to spend as much time together as possible which meant staying at each other’s houses but the first time he went to Samantha’s house he was driving her car as she was over the limit and once they were one their way and she gave him directions and they headed towards the posh end of the Vale.
“Oh I don’t get to Nob Hill as often as I’d like” he said
“I don’t get nob as often as I’d like” Sam replied
“Samantha Barraclough?” he said shocked “I thought you were a lady”
“I am a lady, just Not when I’m with you” she replied “with you I can be a Trollope”
(Part 02)
Samantha gave Bob directions and they headed towards the posh end of the Vale.
“Oh I don’t get to Nob Hill as often as I’d like” he said
“I don’t get nob as often as I’d like” Sam replied
“Samantha Barraclough?” he said shocked “I thought you were a lady”
“I am a lady, just Not when I’m with you” she replied “with you I can be a Trollope”
“Fare comment” he replied
“I think your reputation is safe madam” he whispered
“But I feel like a scarlet woman” she giggled
“So do I” he replied
“You’re just sex mad” she said
When they got to Samantha’s, he drove the car onto her drive.
“Put it in the garage” Samantha said “the remote is in the glove compartment”
He opened the garage door as instructed and drove in, then closed the door behind them.
“Home sweet home” Samantha said “welcome to my home”
They got out of the Cherokee and after retrieving some bits from the car they emerged in the kitchen where Samantha took her bits from him.
“Make a drink darling” she said “while I get changed”
“Ok” he said and boiled the kettle and made them coffee.
Bob was sat on a stool drinking his until Sam re-joined him in the kitchen about 15 minutes later.
She had indeed changed out of the borrowed items she arrived in; she was now standing in the doorway wearing matching red silk underwear, red stockings, high heeled shoes and a lascivious expression.
“Did someone order a scarlet woman?” she asked coyly
It took him completely by surprise and he almost fainted as all the blood rushed to his loins.
“I’m very partial to a scarlet woman” he said as he looked her up and down.
Samantha was such a classy woman even when she was playing the strumpet.
A classy chassis dressed in classy expensive lingerie, the camisole merely hinted at its formidable contents and only her proud peaks betrayed her arousal and her camiknickers were both flattering and tempting simultaneously while her red stockings were again of the highest quality as were their contents.
Bob’s hands sweated and his mouth salivated as he surveyed every inch of the gorgeous package.
“Especially a posh one”
“Is that why you want me” she asked as she walked towards him on her high heels which probable cost more than his last bonus cheque. “Because I’m posh”
“I do like posh birds” he confessed “but I want you now because you’re hot”
“Good answer” Samantha said as she stood in front of him. “You can have the prize now”
And she moved in close and kissed him slowly and deliberately and his cock almost burst out of his trousers.
“Can I unwrap it now?” he asked her between kisses
“You don’t have to unwrap it completely” she replied with a coy smile.
He knew precisely what she meant by that so he ran his fingers lightly across the cool silk of her camisole, then caressed gently around her breast brushing her nipples, stirring them like an autumn breeze and making her suck air through her teeth before kissing him urgently and then his hand made full meaningful contact with her firm round breast and his thumb traced circles around the areola of her aroused teat.
Samantha pressed up against him, so close that not even a cigarette paper could have passed between them and his hand abandoned her breast and joined its partner to fondle her ample silk clad buttocks.
She fidgeted and shuffled her feet and then lifted one leg and put her foot on the bottom rail of the stool.
(Part 03)
Bob was sat on the kitchen stool with a scantily clad Samantha stood
Pressed up against him and then she fidgeted and shuffled her feet and then lifted one leg and put her foot on the bottom rail of the stool.
This motion offered up her stocking topped thigh to within easy reach of his hand, a situation he immediately took advantage of.
Beginning at her knee he stroked her leg, the stocking was sheer and cool beneath his palm, the lace topping was luxurious and the flesh beyond as soft and silky, as soft and silky as the red knickers at the top of her thigh.
They stopped kissing and Samantha rested her forehead against his as his hand slipped up her knicker leg and his fingers were quickly toying amidst her pubic hairs.
He could feel Samantha’s breath on his face and as his fingers slipped into the creamy wetness between her lips she exclaimed a loud appreciative moan in his face.
As he marvelled at her wetness and how delicious her cream felt between his fingers, she moved her head next to his so he could hear her murmuring and panting.
These erotic emanations soon turned to moans as he rubbed her clit and it wasn’t many moments before she stiffened in his arms as she came loudly in his ear at his tender sensual touch.
Samantha’s arms were locked around his neck as she kissed his ear and chewed roughly on his earlobe before she wetly tongued every contour of his ear.
Bob grasped a handful of fleshy buttock in each hand and stood up, not an easy task with Samantha wrapped around his neck like an anaconda, but made all the more difficult by the added handicap of a rather noteworthy erection trying desperately to break free.
Still he wasn’t planning on a route march he only needed to stagger three paces, and then he deposited Samantha’s plump arse on the island in the middle of the kitchen.
As her plump cheeks slapped onto the marble worktop she released her vice like grip, looked at him very lustfully and smiled before resting her head on his chest.
She remained in that position all the while she was extricating his swollen member from his clothing.
When she had completed her task she looked back up at him, her mouth wearing a distinct leer as she grasped his cock tightly in her small hand.
He could have taken the opportunity to undress her, she wouldn’t have complained, but he knew that wasn’t what she really wanted.
Bob put his hand on her cheek and turning her face towards him he kissed her lustful lips as she held on to his manhood as if her life depended on it.
With the merest of pressure he pulled her legs open and with her open to the fullest, he slipped his thumb up the leg of her silk panties and pulled them to one side and exposed the moist flesh of her hot ripe pussy and when he inched forward her hand guided him in and she roared in his mouth as he penetrated her.
She gripped his hips with her knees and her stiletto heels dug into his calves as he thrust into her a second and third time.
Samantha released her grip from about his neck and leant back, resting on her hands as she continued to receive him and she was panting and puffing like a steam engine as he thrust again and again.
Sadly all things must come to an end and Samantha was on the brink of orgasm and exhaustion so as she had collapsed onto her back he slid both hands up under her camisole and groped at her beautiful tits while he quickened the pace until she screamed out in orgasm and Samantha squirmed and sighed smugly as he finished.
“Was that enough Nob for madam” he asked
“Adequate” she replied and giggled
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