“Take care of her?” said Winifred Hawkes-Holland as he opened the driver’s car door.
“Will do boss” Harry replied giving
his passenger a wry smile as he got behind the wheel.
“I’m not a child,” Clare shouted
petulantly out of the open window “and I don’t need babysitting”
It was certainly true to say that
Clare Hawkes was not a child, far from it.
No one who ever saw the 25 years old
would ever have described her as such, childish, possibly, but not a child.
After all Clare stood an inch short
of six feet tall which was evidence of adulthood in itself but if that didn’t
convince you then her long legs, voluminous rolling hips and a 44” bust would.
No, Clare was not a child, but her mother,
as mothers always do, would always see her thus.
But Winifred Hawkes-Holland wasn’t
merely Clare’s mother she was also her employer.
Holland brothers bought and sold
Antiques and collectables, a business that Winifred married into and now Clare
was going on her first solo-buying trip.
Even though technically she wasn’t
going solo and it would have been her maiden trip but for the fact Harry
Mortimer was sent with her as a babysitter.
Harry had been with the Holland’s
since he left school and he was greatly trusted by Win.
And as he was in his early forties
and unremarkable looking and was to all and sundry average in all respects she
trusted there would be no shenanigans.
Suffice is to say Winifred trusted
her precious daughter was in safe hands with Harry Mortimer.
On the journey from Northern
Downshire all the way down to Finchbottom, Clare was still berating Harry on
her mother’s distrust of her.
“It’s not that she doesn’t trust
you,” He said
“She doesn’t seem to realise that I’m
a grown woman,” she continued
“We are all aware you are a grown
woman” Harry said and after pause added
“Well aware”
Clare looked at him and raised her
eye brows
“So what have you noticed?” she asked
with amusement
Harry blushed to his roots under her
gaze
“Nnnnothing” he stammered
“Come on Harry” she pressed
“Just that I have noticed that you
are no longer a child” he replied
The rest of the journey passed
largely in silence with Clare admiring the countryside while occasionally
sneaking glances at her driver.
They stopped that night at the White
Horse Inn in Finchbottom and spent the evening in the restaurant where Clare
drank more than was good for her.
Harry thought she had been in a
strange mood since the journey down and kept looking at him in a funny
way.
But Clare was drinking too much, and
she was flirting and he had never seen her do that before, and he couldn’t let
it continue.
If he did, her mother would not
consider that “Taking care of her”
“Come on party girl” he said
“bedtime”
“Oh goody” she said draining her
glass
Accompanied by outrageous flirting
and downright suggestive behaviour Harry steered her up the stairs
“Up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire”
he said and when they reached the top he headed towards her room at the end of
the corridor.
When they got to her door Clare
announced
“Honey! I’m home”
Harry propped her against the
doorframe as he unlocked the door and she began kissing his neck.
“Behave yourself” he said and gave
her a playful slap on her bum.
“Oooh are you going to spank me
Harry?” she asked
“Get in there young lady” he said and
guided her through the door
“I love it when you’re all masterful”
Clare responded and wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to kiss him.
Harry managed to avoid her lips at
the last second as the door slammed shut behind them and they performed a
strange ungracious waltz into the room.
“Here we are young lady,” he said as
he prepared to lower her onto the bed
“Bedfordshire” Clare said gleefully,
and span Harry around then pushed him backwards onto the bed and she kicked off
her shoes and jumped on top of him.
Harry began to protest but her soft
lips and hot mouth clamped over his and her tongue was like a serpent.
Harry’s resistance lasted less than a
minute, after all he had dreamt of that moment since she was 17.
His hands began to claw the shirt
free of her waistband and then with great urgency she sat upright and pulled
the shirt off over her head and threw it aside.
Her hands trembled as her fingers
fumbled at his shirt buttons but when she had accomplished her task she ran her
fingers through the hairs on his chest.
And those same trembling hands that
caressed his flesh went behind her back and unhooked her bra.
Harry was looking at her face while
her hands were on his chest but the moment her hands began unfastening her bra
his eyes stared at her harnessed breasts and as the tension around them relaxed
he reached up and pulled the bra off and discarded it and revelled at the sight
of Clare’s great round breasts then she leant forward and delivered them into
his waiting hands and her mouth returned to his.
Her breasts were rising and falling
and Harry could feel her heart pounding in her chest and her kissing became
more intense.
She sat up again and hurriedly undid
his trousers and then climbed off him and dragged his trousers and pants off.
Harry raised himself up onto his
elbows as Clare wriggled out of her jeans and then tantalizing slipped off her
panties to reveal a neatly clipped triangle of black hair.
And when she climbed back on him she
didn’t hesitate for a second before expertly enveloping Harry’s shaft with her
welcoming wetness.
Clare was on him and he was at her
mercy as she rose and fell on him and on each fall Harry grunted his
appreciation as his hands groped her buttocks.
As Clare raised the tempo her panting
came in coarse rasping breaths, each one coarser and more guttural than the one
preceding it, until she cried out in orgasm.
After Clare had ridden Harry to an
exhausting climax, the sweating panting beast with her raven black hair in wild
disarray and eyes wide with primal lust smiled a smile of lasciviousness.
“Do you think this is what your mum
meant when she said, “Take care of her”?” Harry asked
“Oh yes I think so” she said “and
when you recover you can “take care of me” again”
And Harry took care of her every day
they were on the road and on future trips Clare always insisted on having her
babysitter with her in order to “Take care of her”.
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