It was at the Lord
Lieutenants Summer Ball when Luke Martin found Lady Samantha Lyndon-Sanders on
the moonlit terrace and his first thought was that he might give her a Summer
Balling but as the stirring began in his trousers he noticed she was crying.
Luke had been on the
prowl for a suitable subject for his lust all evening as his wife had cried off
due to one of her bad heads, but he didn’t think he would get a run at Lady
Samantha.
Although they did have
history in the lust department all though since her engagement her high class
pussy had been off the menu and when he saw she was crying he didn’t see that
changing.
So instead of her
wetting his balls she ended up wetting the shoulder of his dinner jacket.
When she had calmed
down and her sobs began to recede she tried to tell him what was wrong but the
tears started to well up in her eyes again and then they ran down her cheeks as
she sobbed her heart out and she sat down on the wall.
So Mr. Chivalry again
stepped into action and he knelt on the floor beside her and offered himself up
to comfort her with arms open wide “I’m sorry” she said gratefully accepting
his open arms and burying her tearstained face in his neck.
Luke made encouraging
noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on was the full extent
of his expertise.
They held that
position for some time until Samantha’s sobs began to get shallower and
shallower and eventually abated.
But still she held on
to him tightly and began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his
skin, which is when the beast, which had been content to rest easy in his pants
for the duration of the comforting, stirred and opened his eye.
He comforted her for
about an hour in all and when all the tears were gone she told him what was
wrong, her fiancé had chosen the night of the Summer Ball to break off their
engagement.
He was the love of her
life and to say she was heartbroken would have been an understatement and asked
him to drive her home.
When they got to Lady
Samantha’s, he drove the car onto her drive.
“Put it in the garage”
she said “the remote is in the door pocket”
Luke opened the garage
door as instructed and drove in, then closed the door behind them.
They got out of the
Range Rover and after retrieving her shrug from the back of the car they went
into the house safe from prying eyes.
They emerged in the
kitchen where Samantha took the shrug from him.
“Make a hot drink
darling” she said “while I get changed”
So Luke boiled the
kettle and made them coffee.
He was sat on a stool
drinking his when Sam rejoined him in the kitchen about 15 minutes later.
She had indeed changed,
she had changed out of the expensive designer ball gown she arrived in; she was
now standing in the doorway wearing matching black silk underwear, black
stockings, high heeled shoes and a lascivious expression.
“I thought this would
be a bit more comfortable” she said coyly
It took him completely
by surprise and he almost fainted as all the blood rushed to his cock.
“I’m very partial to a
comfortable woman” he said as he looked her up and down.
Lady Samantha was such
a classy woman even when she was playing the tart, 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 cami-knickers
were both flattering and tempting simultaneously while her black stockings were
again of the highest quality as were their contents.
His hands sweated and
his mouth salivated as he surveyed every inch of the gorgeous package in
black.
“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 car payment. “Because I’m posh”
“I do like posh birds”
he confessed “but I want you now because you’re really 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 Luke’s 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, on several of their previous sexual encounters he had fucked
her up the leg of her expensive silk knickers, so he ran his fingers lightly
across the cool silk of her camisole, and they caressed gently around her
breast and brushed her nipples, stirring them like an autumn breeze and making
her suck air through her teeth before kissing him urgently.
His hand then made
full meaningful contact with her firm round breast and his thumb traced circles
around the areola of her aroused teat.
Lady S pressed up
against him so close a cigarette paper couldn’t have passed between them.
His hand abandoned her
breast and joined its partner to fondle her pert 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.
This motion offered up
her stocking topped thigh to within easy reach of his hand, a situation he
immediately took full advantage of.
Beginning at her knee
he stroked up 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 the black
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 eager fingers were quickly toying amidst her pubic hairs.
Luke could feel Samantha’s
breath on his face and as his fingers slipped into the creamy wetness between
her lips she exclaimed a loud
“Woarrr”
As he marveled 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 whorish 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 in
response to his tender touch.
Her 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.
He 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, and made all the more difficult by
the added handicap of a rather noteworthy erection trying desperately to break
free of his pants.
However he wasn’t
planning on a route march he only needed to stagger three paces, there he
deposited Samantha’s cute arse on the island in the middle of the kitchen.
As her pliant cheeks
slapped onto the marble worktop she released her vice like grip, and she looked
at him very lustfully and smiled before resting her head on his chest.
Lady Samantha 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 wanted so he 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
Luke pulled her legs open and with her thighs open to the fullest, he slipped
his thumb up the leg of her silk knickers and pulled them to one side and
exposed the moist flesh.
So when he inched
forward her hand guided his cock into her.
“Woarrr” 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.
He was in no hurry to
finish her as he wanted to savour every moment of it, after all it had been a
while since he had been inside her and if she reconciled with her fiancé he
couldn’t be sure if this was going to be the last time he got enjoy her.
But all things must come to an end and Lady 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 he followed her with a grunt and Samantha
squirmed and sighed smugly.
“Was that what her
Ladyship had in mind?” he asked with his cock still twitching inside her
“Oh yes that was fab”
she said and he thought to himself that if it was to be their swan song it
wasn’t at all bad.
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