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”
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.
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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