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.
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.
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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