Choice Tales from the Vale – (050) Jumping to Conclusions

 

Bob King’s boss said

“Bob, go to the he replied Clayton Manor Hotel and meet a new client”

“Sure, who am I meeting” he asked

“Sam Barraclough”
A lunchtime meeting at the Clayton Manor was one of the few perks his job had to offer so why wouldn’t he jump at the chance.

And it meant he would be out of the office most of the day as Clayton was an hour and a half drive from Abbottsford even on a good day.
With a name like Sam Barraclough, he was expecting to meet a Yorkshire man with whippet on a lead, with a copy of the pigeon fanciers weekly laying on his knee, a dour Yorkshireman wearing a cloth cap and a tweed jacket.

Bob was certainly not prepared for who it was that was actually waiting to greet him in reception, the whippet wielding Yorkshireman turned out to be a very pretty young woman by the name of Samantha, who was a petite young blonde, and was stunningly beautiful, that would teach him to jump to conclusions.
Bob was instantly spellbound by the delicious creature as she introduced herself with a broad smile and a hearty hello.
And in response he stuttered out his own introduction and the beautiful young woman offered her hand to him in greeting and he accepted it gladly.

Her hand was soft and smooth like silk and it gripped his firmly and in his large paw her little hand was almost like that of a child.

In silence they continued to shake hands and they both smiled and held each other's gaze and hand perhaps slightly too long and they both laughed nervously and Samantha’s cheeks blushed brightly.
“I have a meeting room booked, do you want to follow me” She said and even her voice was beautiful, pure Carrington Chase educated perfection, Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around.

It was certainly no chore as he followed her, walking through a cloud of exotic heady fragrance left in her beauteous wake.

She went out though the door and silently led him down a corridor in the direction of the meeting rooms and as he followed he was mesmerized by her perfect form and was happily admiring its perfection.
Even wearing four-inch heels he marvelled at her daintiness as even in heels she only reached the dizzy height of five foot three.
Her straight blonde hair cascaded softly onto the shoulders of her fitted silk blouse which perfectly complemented her waif like frame.
Samantha had the tiniest of waists and the slenderest of hips to swing and pert round buttocks contained within the expensive tailored skirt and then the shapely legs, clad in stockings unless he was mistaken, and the overall effect was stunning and he was absolutely smitten.
As she passed an open door, sunlight illuminated her form through silk and cotton and the sudden transparency left nothing at all to Bob’s imagination and she continued walking seemingly oblivious to the effect she had achieved on the red-blooded man in her wake.

Not out of conceit she just wouldn’t have believed it possible that she could leave grown men breathless.

 

Samantha pushed open the meeting room door and held it open for Bob to enter

“Thank you” he said and once again their eyes met and they held each other’s gaze a moment to long once more and both blushed again.   
Samantha stopped by a vacant seat and slowly turned towards him as the room was flooded with sunlight which caused the illumination of her fine breasts for Bob to see, an opportunity he did not pass up.
The vent on her skirt caught momentarily on the arm of the chair as she prepared to seat herself and showed him a tantalising glimpse of stocking top which to his delight confirmed the suspicion that he had earlier.
Effortlessly and elegantly she slipped into the vacant chair and gestured for him to sit beside her in the neighbouring chair.
Samantha was neither coy nor reticent as she sat straight-backed, upright, confident and proud and her beautiful cultured voice was strangely hypnotic, clear, and crisp but not loud and once again he was completely enveloped in her intoxicating scent as she opened her briefcase and deftly removed the relevant documents.
She was like a precious work of art that he had admired from a distance but sitting next to her he could examine her in fine detail, every brushstroke, and every nuance.
Her blonde hair cascaded onto her slim shoulders like fine golden rain and as she moved the sun was highlighting the strands like spun gold again and again.
The golden rain tumbled down to caress the nape of her neck and coming to rest on her soft silk covered shoulders.

Bob could barely concentrate on the documents as he was transfixed by the vision of her golden hair framing her pretty face.

A face of pale alabaster, pale like the porcelain on a doll or like a Greek grace and her eyes, stunning and captivating, were of translucent green and her nose was small and angular sat perfectly in its place.

Her mouth was small and narrow but her lips were full and luscious and as she spoke, her pale pink lips glistened moistly and sensuously.

When their eyes met, however fleetingly it might be they both blushed to their roots and then a smile danced about her mouth provocatively.
He left no element of the perfect whole unscrutinised and turned his attention to her slim pale arms, naked and bare where the suns illumination highlighted like white gold the downy hair upon them.
And her small delicate hands with fingers so elegant and slim with no bitten or false nails just naturally well cared for and prim.
Also no rings adorned her fingers in fact there was no jewellery at all, But then to Bob’s mind no jewellery could ever improve on the perfection of her beauty.

Suddenly she dropped her pen and leant forwards to retrieve it causing her blouse to gape revealing a glimpse of breast, just the briefest glimpse of breast with a hint of lace and frill but enough to quicken the pulse and excite the senses.

 

Samantha suddenly dropped her pen and leant forwards to retrieve it causing her blouse to gape revealing a glimpse of breast, just the briefest glimpse of breast with a hint of lace and frill but enough to quicken the pulse and excite the senses.

But then she caught him letching at her and smiled as he averted his gaze and making him feel like a naughty schoolboy. but then it was her milky white flesh that blushed in a crimson blaze.
Alas all too soon their short business meeting was at a close and done and he felt her soft delicate hand in his again but he was so blinded by her beauty and so intoxicated by her sweet perfume he could barely stammer out a sentence.

“We will have to arrange another meeting because I’m not sure you were really paying attention” she said “Well not to my presentation anyway”

“No I’m sorry about that, I’m normally much more professional than this” he said as she slipped the documents back into her briefcase.

“That’s ok” She said “I’m not offended”

And then she snapped her briefcase shut and added

“Well now that the meeting is officially at an end I don’t feel that my professionalism is in anyway compromised and so with a clear conscience I can do this”

And Samantha went up on her tip toes and kissed his mouth with her pale pink lips, at first soft and gentle like the touch of a butterfly’s wing and then with real passion as her tongue darted in and out of his mouth and he was enveloped in her intoxicating perfume and her passionate embrace.

As he began to get control of his faculties and he came to terms with the fact that a beautiful, intelligent, classy and quite frankly drop dead gorgeous young woman was invading his mouth with her tongue.

He was suddenly like a child in a sweet shop and had just been told to take his pick.

First of all he decided he should join the party in earnest and kiss her with equal vigour and this was met with her acquiescence as Samantha, still on tiptoes, wrapped her slim naked arms around his neck.

His head started swimming as his hands slid down her back and settled on her cute cheeks, at first he thought it must have been her exotic fragrance lingering about him, but he soon realised that it was because all of his blood was heading south.

Things like this didn’t happen to him, if anyone had witnessed them in their embrace they would have unanimously said that he was punching well above his weight.

Not that he was a bad looking man, he wasn’t, but he wasn’t stunning, sexy or buff, he was middling.

He was an average man approaching his thirtieth birthday and he was snogging an absolute beauty of about five years younger.

Bod had reached the point where he wanted to get inside her clothes but didn’t want to break the spell.

But so much blood was rushing to his nether regions that his legs were likely to buckle beneath him so he pirouetted quite gracefully and then in one fluid movement sat himself on a chair and deposited her on his lap.

 

So much blood was rushing to Bob’s nether regions that his legs were likely to buckle beneath him so he pirouetted quite gracefully and then in one fluid movement sat himself on a chair and deposited her on his lap.

“Nicely done” she said briefly disengaging from his mouth.

He would have thanked her but her mouth was on his again before he got the chance.

“Breast or leg? Breast or leg?” he kept reciting in his head as his hands caressed up and down her slender frame repeatedly ending up on her tight little buttock.

She was still fervently kissing him, her tongue like a striking serpent and her lips attached to his mouth like a limpet and her nostrils began snorting in air.

He made his decision and his caressing hand slid slowly up to cup her breast; she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled her breast through her clothes.

 

He began unbuttoning her blouse but she stopped him in his tracks

“No” she said and Bob thought “that’s it, the shows over”

“Not here” she continued

“I’m staying at the hotel” she added and then blushed 

And then for the second time that day she led him on a walk through the hotel, only this time she led him by the hand and at a much faster pace.

 

When they arrived at the room, and for the first time Sam showed signs that she was not quite as composed as she had appeared to be, because her hand was shaking as she fumbled in her bag for her key card.

Bob noticed her trembling hand and was himself tingling with anticipation, already imagining what delights awaited him once they got in the room, but having retrieved it from her bag Sam was having trouble with the electronic key.

“Would you like me to try?” he asked as Sam struggled with the lock.

But she just paused and took a deep breath and it worked, the light turned green, the lock clicked and the door opened.

Her shoulders relaxed, Samantha regained her composure and she strode purposefully inside and coolly deposited her briefcase on the shelf and he followed her into the room a little less confidently.

 

Samantha proceeded into the room and stopped at the foot of the bed where she paused before turning to face him.

She closed her eyes and took another deep breath and said

“I just want to say that this is completely out of character for me” she blurted out before she breathed deeply again

“And I don’t want you to think I make a habit of this”

She said and wriggled out of her skirt, it reached the floor and she stepped out of it daintily and kicked it away with her stiletto heeled foot.

Bob could only look upon her in abject admiration, but he appreciated her for slightly longer that he should and Samantha became self-conscious and looked at her feet and blushed.

 

Bob could only look upon her in abject admiration, but he appreciated her for slightly longer that he should and Samantha became self-conscious and looked at her feet and blushed.

He stepped towards her without hesitation and gently lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes.  

“I’m sorry” Bob said “you are just so beautiful, I couldn’t take my eyes off you”

And then he kissed her, it was a warm sensual kiss with probing tongues of passion and he began unbuttoning her blouse again but she stopped him in his tracks once more.

“No” she said but this time with a wicked leer on her sweet face “Let me”

“Ok” he agreed

“Sit on the bed” she instructed and Bob complied.

Samantha then tottered on her heels so she was facing him and began to unbutton her white blouse slowly and deliberately but as each button of the blouse succumbed it only offered him fleeting glimpses of its contents.

When she attended to the last button she was suddenly overcome by shyness and launched herself into his arms and Samantha’s arms gripped him like a bear trap around the neck and said

“You’ll have to do the rest”

“My pleasure” he replied as his hands caressed up and down her skinny frame and she was nibbling and licking his ear by the time they settled on her tight little buttocks.

She stopped attending to his ear as his hands progressed from her delicious silk covered cheeks to slip beneath her blouse and caressed her naked skin.

Sitting on the end of the bed the diminutive little blonde was above him, and kissed down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent.

He deftly unhooked her bra, with her lips still pressing on his, and as his large paws made contact with the soft firm flesh of her breasts she murmured in his mouth and snorted air through her nostrils.

Bob pushed her away from him and a look of alarm spread across her face and she bit her lip and tried to cover herself.

“No don’t do that” he said softly yet firmly “take it off”

Samantha stopped biting her lip and smiled as she slipped off her blouse and quickly closed the distance between them.

“Not so fast” he said “the bra as well”

She managed to comply without moving and then tried to kiss him again but Bob kissed her neck instead.

Samantha didn’t like the fact he wouldn’t let her kiss him it was the one thing she was really good at.

She wasn’t very experienced with sex and most of the experience’s she had had weren’t really memorable, looking as she did she had always attracted men, the problem was she chose the wrong ones, that was why she was attracted to Bob because he wasn’t the “type” of man she normally went for.

Her disappointment over the kissing was short lived once she realised he wasn’t interested in her neck, that was just a starting point from where he kissed her alabaster skin with soft feather light kisses gently and tenderly.

 

Samantha was breathing deeply as he kissed her skin and her chest was rising and falling as his lips reached her treasures.

Bob kissed her breasts and his tongue flicked around her proud nipples before he took them in his mouth in turn.

When he had finished with them he let her nipple pop out of his mouth and looked up at her with a smile.  

Samantha returned his smile and tried to kiss him again and this time he let her as his hands settled on her stocking tops.

And as her tongue re-explored his mouth his hand explored her thighs and as his fingers reached her silk panties he found a wet patch and she moaned in his mouth and as he rubbed her through the silk and made it even wetter as she moaned again, and even her moans were perfect, dripping with class and refinement which aroused him even more.

Another exclamation of pleasure escaped her in response to his touch as she buried her sweet face deep in his neck and wrapped her limbs about him but he could still hear her sweet murmuring as he continued to stroke at her continuing wetness.

Her murmurs turned to rich velvet whimpers as he continued rubbing her, bringing her rapidly to the sweet abyss of orgasm until she squealed and she came deliciously beneath his touch and her thigh’s closed tight on his hand at the point of climax.

But she released it as Bob gave Samantha a soft and gentle kiss and Sam responded further by trying to undo his belt, but her hands were trembling so much that she couldn’t do it and she was getting increasingly frustrated.

“Let me” he said and kissed her before sitting her on the bed beside him.

“But I want to” she insisted

“Then let me help” he replied

Bob knelt in front of her and shared a long lingering kiss before he loosened his belt.

At that point he let Samantha take over and he rested his hands on her knees as she fumbled at his belt with a look of intense concentration on her face and her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth.

After the belt she tackled his trouser button and then the zip.

And finally she pulled his trousers and pants off his buttocks and released her prey.

“There” Samantha said proudly and he kissed her smiling lips and she gently stroked his shaft until the moment came that they had both been waiting for.

Bob pushed her gently back on the bed and pushed her thighs apart and pulled the expensive silk knickers to one side with his thumb and saw her neatly trimmed bush for the first time before he went up her knicker leg and into her hot tender loins.

He looked down on her 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.

Samantha lay stretched out on the bed with Bob still inside her and as she lay there panting and sighing and she was finally fulfilled.

“This one’s a keeper” she said to herself as she looked up at her deliverer and he smiled at her.

It marked a new chapter in Samantha’s life

“This time was memorable” she said to herself and giggled and so was the next.