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, while 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.
So having overcome their initial difficulties of not being accepted in
each other’s worlds and having set out to make a world of their own, they made
the decision, after a year of courting to move in together.
Samantha was from Tipton in the north of the county but when she fell
in love with Bob she also fell in love with the Vale so they decided on buying
a house in Forestdean that needed a bit of TLC.
Bob spent a lot of time doing up the house he was good at DIY so he
had been staying in the house all week decorating and doing some repairs while
Samantha was away on business.
It was during one of her trips away that the Vale was gripped in
winters bitter grasp and snow fall and near blizzard conditions had closed a
lot of the Downshire roads and Samantha was stranded in Abbottsford on the
evening before Bob birthday.
“I can’t get back tonight darling” she said on the phone “But I’m
going to try again in the morning”
“Don’t risk it hon” he said “it’s not worth it”
“But I want to celebrate your birthday with you” she said
“We can still celebrate the next day or the day after that”
He pointed out
“It won’t be the same though” she said sadly
“Promise me you won’t do anything silly” he said
“But…”
“Promise me” he insisted
“Ok I promise” Samantha said with her fingers crossed
“Ok I’ll see you soon” he said “I love you”
“Love you too”
Washed and shaved Bob decided to go and put the kettle on before he
got dressed so he slipped on his dressing gown and made his way down the stairs
to the kitchen and it was when he reached the bottom step that there was a loud
knocking so he went to the door and when
he opened it Nanook of the North stepped into the hallway.
The figure was dressed
in a fur hat, long winter coat with a heavy woolen scarf wrapped around the
neck and knee length boots and Nanook was carrying a hold all.
In fact the only part
of them that was visible was there eyes but he recognized them immediately.
“Samantha?” he said, “What
are you doing here?”
“I didn’t want to miss
your birthday” she replied through her scarf.
“You could have had an
accident” he said crossly and took off her fur hat and kissed her forehead as
she un-wrapped the scarf from around her neck.
“Where’s your car? I
didn’t hear you pull up,” he asked as she sat on the stairs and unzipped her
boots
“Do the honours?” she
said holding out a leg.
Bob hung her hat on a
peg and pulled her boot off to reveal a knee length red sock”
“I had to park down on
the main road and walked up” she replied as she held out the other leg
“Happy Birthday” she
said and kissed him
“Thank you” he said “But
I’m still cross with you”
“You can spank me
later” Sam said and kissed him again
“I didn’t want to miss
your birthday” she replied “and I wanted you to have your present on the day”
“I didn’t mind waiting hon” he said “I would rather have had it late than risk
losing you”
“It was quite safe”
she said and kissed him softly “I followed a snow plough all the way”
“I don’t know what I
would do if I lost you” he said and held her tightly
“That’s never going to happen” she whispered “You’re my soul mate”
“And you’re mine” he
said
After a prolonged
embrace she broke the silence
“Do you want your
present now?” she asked
“Well as you risked
life and limb to bring it to me I better had”
“Good choice” she
responded as she unbuttoned her coat
“Happy Birthday” she
shouted and slipped her coat off to reveal her beautiful figure in a red silk
teddy, her lovely breasts well defined and her nipples standing proud through
the shimmering silk in the cold hallway.
The only other thing
she was wearing were the knee length red socks, silk stockings would have been
sexier, but not by much, and he thought “needs must”.
Samantha stepped in
close and they kissed as his hands caressed her back and settled on her waist
which then pulled her closer to him.
Her kiss was warm and
sensual and every fibre of him tingled.
She pulled her lips
away but still close enough that he could feel her breath as she spoke
“Where would you like
me?” she panted.
“In front of the fire”
he replied and kissed her hot mouth before taking her hand into the lounge
where a log fire blazed.
Once inside Samantha
pushed him back against the door and asked
“Aren’t you going to
unwrap your gift?”
“You could unwrap it
for me” he suggested
“Is that what you
want?” she asked and he nodded, so Samantha stepped back so he had a good view
and then she began caressing her breasts through the silk before they slowly
descended across the red rippled silk until they settled at the top of her
thighs.
Samantha gave him a
wicked smile and then slowly, deliberately and oh so tantalizingly undid each
popper on her crotch one by one by one and when the gusset hung loose between
her slender thighs, she grabbed the bottom of her teddy in both hands and
pulled it off over her head.
Samantha then looked
at him coyly dropped the Red silk to the floor and rushed into his arms.
“I love my present” he
said and she looked up at him childlike and smiled and then he kissed her
smiling lips.
Bob cupped her firm
round breasts and felt her stiff rosebud nipples pressing against his palm
before he fell to his knees and kissed her fleshy breasts and took each nipple
into his mouth in turn as she ran her fingers through his hair.
Her skin was soft and
silky and smelled of coconut oil as he kissed the skin of her quivering belly
and his hands settled on her fleshy cheeks.
Bob kissed her lower
and lower until his face was buried in her lush Jasmine fragranced bush with an
under note of her exotic musk.
“Do it as if it was
our first time” she implored.
“What?”
“Pretend that this is
our first time” she asked
“I don’t have to
pretend Samantha” he replied “every time is as special as the first time for me”
And with a huge smile
on her face she threw herself into his arms and they kissed and then with real
urgency she scrambled on to the hearth rug and waited for him.
She didn’t have to
wait long as he scrambled after her and lay half on and half off of her
delicious body.
Bob put his hand on
the side of her face and pulled her head gently towards his and teased her lips
with his several times until she smiled open mouthed and his tongue penetrated
her aperture and they dissolved into a sea of passion.
His hand left her
cheek and caught her breast as it rose and fell on her heaving chest as
Samantha’s hands scratched lightly at his back.
Bobs hand then crossed
her belly and as his fingers combed through her tousled bush he stopped kissing
her.
Samantha looked up at
him open mouthed as his digits progressed, she closed her eyes and sucked in
air through her teeth as she opened like a piece of ripe fruit to the gentle
touch of his fingertips.
Between her parted
lips his fingers reveled in the sensual syrup of her secretions.
Their foreheads
touched and she panted in his face with each tender touch until her body tensed
and she gasped.
Bob kissed her hot
panting mouth as he maneuvered above her and
Samantha exuded a
divinely sensual sound as he entered her.
In the glow of the
firelight on that winter morning as they made love her hands were on his
buttocks and as the tempo increased she moaned and sighed and as she neared
Shangri-La, and he could feel the burning heat from her, and Samantha’s rasping
breaths became deeper.
And as Her panting
became erratic and her head rolled from side to side and her nails dug into his
fleshy cheeks and then with a sensual scream and a satisfying shudder she cried
out in orgasm and Bob followed her over the abyss.
“Did you like your
present?” she asked as in blissful contentment they cuddled up underneath a
tartan throw on the rug in the afterglow
“Very much” he replied
“Was there something
you would have preferred?” she asked sighs
“No darling that was
exactly what I was hoping for” he replied and she responded with a longer sigh.
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