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 a holiday together.
Obviously there
were certain stipulations, they had to go somewhere they were unlikely to run
into any of their friends and ideally it had to be somewhere or something they
had never been or done before and Bob left it to Sam to make the arrangements
and Samantha gave him no indication of what she had planned, where they were
going or what they were doing but Bob didn’t mind in the slightest as long as
he was with her.
Samantha gave him
no indication of what she had planned for their holiday, where they were going
or what they were doing but Bob didn’t mind in the slightest as long as he was
with her.
It was a pleasant
morning as Bob King stood waiting on the terrace for Samantha to arrive and he
looked at the sky and hoped it would stay fine.
It was warmer than
it had been over the previous week, with the skies a mainly blue expanse broken
only by the occasional passing cloud of fluffy white.
Which was when she
appeared in typical Samantha style on time to the minute and was looking as
lovely as the weather, and immaculately turned out as usual.
She was wearing a
large peaked white cap with her blonde hair scraped into a ponytail sticking
out the back.
The rest of her outfit
was all matching, predominately white with jade trim, Polo shirt, short flared
skirt and ankle socks.
Her ensemble was
then finished off with white pumps and he couldn’t help wondering whether her
knickers and bra were white or jade or a combination of the two.
“Bob darling” she said as she launched herself at him for a kiss.
“I’m a bit excited”
“Good I like it when you’re excited” he
said and she gave him a look
“You look really
gorgeous”
“I look gorgeous do
I?” she said and kissed him
“God yes” he
replied
“That’s just code
for you want to know what colour underwear I’m wearing” she said smugly
Samantha opened the
boot so he could throw his bag in and as she rearranged the boot to accommodate
it he got a lingering look up her skirt and noticed she was wearing jade green
knickers and he gave her a playful slap.
“You can stop that
Bob” she chastised “you can spank me when we get there”
“Well the sooner we
get going then the sooner I’ll have these green drawers round your ankles” he
retorted, pinging the elastic of her knickers.
“Get in the car”
she snapped
“Do I have your
attention now?” he asked
“Just get in the
car,” she ordered and smiled, so he did what she said and got in the car and
buckled up tight as he knew it was going to be a white-knuckle ride.
Samantha raced out
of the car park and headed off away from the village and they sped off into the
country racing along narrow lanes that he was unfamiliar with and they drove
for about 45 nerve-jangling minutes until she suddenly turned off into a little
car park by the river and came sharply to a halt.
“We have arrived,”
she said
“Where are we?” he
asked genuinely not knowing where the hell they were.
“Come on” she instructed
and got out the car and opened the boot.
“But where are we?”
he asked again
“Shut up and grab
the bags” she retorted, and again he did as he was told but they only went
about 20 yards along the riverbank before she climbed aboard a narrow boat.
“Hey what are you
doing?” he said alarmed looking around to see if anyone was looking.
“Don’t panic”
Samantha said mockingly as she picked up a plant pot and recovered a key that
was hidden underneath it.
“This is our boat,
come on” she said brandishing the key like a trophy.
“Oh, ok” he said
and climbed aboard.
By the time he’d
climbed down the companionway and closed the hatch behind him Samantha already
had her skirt off and was pulling her polo off over her head.
She threw the polo
onto the floor and stood in the middle of the cabin wearing her jade green bra,
matching pants and ankle socks.
“Your turn” she
said
“No problem” he
said and a minute later he was stripped down to his socks.
Samantha had
slipped her hand down the front of her lacy green pants while he was stripping
and when he was naked he grabbed his cock and tugged on it as he walked towards
her.
“Now Miss
Barraclough I seem to remember some mention of a spanking,” he
said
“Yes” she said “me
too” and turned her back on him before slipping her drawers down and bending
over the folding table.
Samantha had a
beautiful bum and when he playfully slapped her it produced a delightful quiver
of her buttock.
“Oh Bob” she said
softly “Again”
He obliged her by
alternating his handiwork distributing his strokes evenly across her cheeks and
she continued to make appreciative noises but his attention was drawn away from
her quivering buttocks to her moist lips.
“I think I want to
play with this now” he said as his fingers entered her damp crease.
“Mm” she responded
and he continued fingering her and she moaned rhythmically to his touch and the
tone of her moaning was as syrupy as she was, made all the sweeter by her
cultured tones.
Brought to climax
and it was time for him to enter her and she let out the loudest moan of
pleasure as he did, her velvet juices immersing him like warm honey and she
moaned audibly with pleasure.
Comfortable inside
her he reached up and unceremoniously scooped up the front of her bra to release
her plump breasts, which he greedily enjoyed.
Her cultured moans
gave way to more gravelly tones as the rhythm increased and then her body
shuddered in orgasm as they got their holiday started with a bang.
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