Choice Tales from the Vale – (427) The Christmas Movie Thaw

December 18th

 

In mid-December wealthy businessman Oliver Beaumont was in Scotland for the funeral of an old family friend, and the wake was held at the Glen Carrick Castle, which is where he was reunited with Pandora Molesworth, a very distant cousin.

After a pleasant dinner together accompanied by copious quantities of booze, and then the restaurant staff made it clear that they had worn out their welcome, so she said

“Let’s go to your room for a Nightcap”

In his room after a period of conversation she initiated a sexual encounter but as his hands explored her thigh beneath her hem, she suddenly broke off

“Stop! It’s no good” she said

“Hang on what’s wrong?” he asked

“The same thing that always bloody happens” she snarled “Nothing”

So, their newfound relationship had begun in very inauspicious circumstances when her attempted seduction ended with her confession of frigidity.

 

However, on the journey back to Downshire following an act of immodest opportunism, he repeatedly sullied her on the train in their first-class compartment, to such an extent that her legs couldn’t support her own weight.

 

They were met at Northchapel station by his driver Sarah Treadgood, and it was already dark when the car arrived at the Beaumont Estate in Chapel Hill, which was Oliver’s luxurious home, which consisted of a 17th century farmhouse.

They got Pandora settled in Oliver’s study and she slept for twenty-four hours. 

 

Unfortunately, the day after she had recovered her strength following her sexual exertions, they discovered that the vehicular interlude no matter how sustained and erotic, had not cured her of her frigid affliction.

Fortunately, having managed to get Frigid Freda wet once, he was confident he could do it again, and Pandora was desperate for more of him, she put her trust in Oliver, no matter what he asked of her.

Which was why she sat at the breakfast table in the kitchen, braless and knickerless, and while his trusted right hand, cook, housekeeper, social secretary, confident and trusted friend Alicia Treadgood was preparing the evening meal, he fingered her under the table, and that delicious fingering set them up for a day of prolonged sexual activity, which only paused for refuelling. 

 

Alas the next morning Pandora was as dry as sandpaper again, but not as despondent as she had been before the kitchen cunny event, because she knew Oliver Beaumont would find evermore salacious ways to get her wet again.

But as they lay in the bath beneath the bubbles she said

“I need to go home today”    

“Why?” he replied failing to hide his disappointment

“Clothes for one thing” she replied

“Ok, Sarah can drive us over to your flat and we can pick up whatever you need” he said

“And there is work that I’ve neglected, which I need to finish” she said

“You can work here” Oliver suggested

“Here?”

“Not specifically in the bath” he corrected her “You can use the library if you need peace and quiet or you can share the study with me if you want company”

“I can see you’ve given it some thought” Pandora said “But …”

“But what?”

“It’s almost Christmas and I’ve got shopping to do, food, drink, presents” she elaborated

“I’d hoped you would spend Christmas with me” he said “as we’re an item”

“Are we?” she said “I don’t remember you even asking me out”

“Didn’t I?”

“So, are you going to ask me?” Pandora said

“Will you say yes?” he asked

“I’m lying in the bath with you, with a flannel covering my nonny, do you think I’ll say no?”

“Well, it’s obvious when you put it like that” he remarked

“So?”

“May I have the pleasure of your company in my life from this moment on?”

“You may have the pleasure of me from this moment on” she replied and turned her head towards him so he could kiss her.

 

After kissing her she stood up and he lay back and admired the view as her cute arse arose from the water between his legs and her round plump naked buttocks were only inches from his face, so he kissed each cheek and she giggled and was still giggling when he stood up behind and after kissing her neck he wrapped a bath sheet around her, and she got out the bath first and she turned and stared at his erect cock as he followed and she handed him a towel and they began drying each other.

“When are you going get me dirty again” she said and kissed him

He was sitting on the edge of the bath drying her legs and his hand was between her legs

“All in good time darling” he replied, although he was equally impatient, because the sex with her was amazing, but the reason sex with her was so much better than with his many previous conquests was due to the romantic element which had never been part of the equation before, he’d never loved any one before.   

 

“So, what are we doing today then” she asked, “And do I need any knickers?”

“Start with pants and tights, I can remove them easily enough when an opportunity arises”

“That’s encouraging, you said when and not if”

“Your flat first” he said “and then we’ll play it by ear”

 

Oliver already had the day planned out so while Pandora was dressing, he threw a few things into a bag, made a few phone calls, and gave detailed instructions to his driver Sarah Treadgood.

 

After a breakfast, minus the cheeky fingering of the previous day, Sarah drove them to Northchapel, and parked outside her apartment building.

“Are you coming up?” Pandora asked

“Would you like me to?”

“Yes please”

Oliver kissed her and they got out of the car and walked hand in hand up to her flat, where Pandora packed a suitcase of suitable clothes, gathered her work paraphernalia into a box and put her laptop into its bag, and the two of them carried them down to the car where Sarah was standing next to the open boot.   

 

As they drove through Northchapel Oliver said

“Just drop us here on the left Sarah”

“Ok”

“Why are we stopping?” Pandy asked

“Lunch” he replied as the car came to a halt outside the Porters Lodge Bistro

“Oh ok” she responded suspiciously

When they went inside, the Maître d' greeted them at the door and said,

“Hello Mr Beaumont, your table is ready”

 

“You booked?” she said

“You know what they say, fail to plan and plan to fail” he replied

“Yes, but what are you planning exactly?” she asked as she slipped off her coat, and she hoped it was something dirty

But when they were seated at a table for two, facing each other, she was disappointed, and thought

“No cheeky finger then”

 

After a very nice lunch they stepped out into the chilly street and Pandora put her arm through his and said,

“Now what?” 

“Now I think a little nostalgic Christmas romance is the order of the day” he replied and pointed to The Regal Picture House, which was showing the 1947 classic, The Bishops Wife.

 

“Can we sit at the front?” she asked excitedly 

“No, we’re sitting on the back row, that’s where the courting couples sit” he replied

“That sounds hopeful” Pandy said

It wasn’t a big house, but it was at least half full, so Oliver thought his plan was well on track.

They took off their coats and took their seats as the lights went down and the adverts started.

Pandora folded hers neatly and lay it on her lap which met with his approval, and then she put her arm through his and hugged his arm, which was even more perfect.

So, he wasted no time and slid his hand beneath her coat and placed it on her knee and rested his palm on the 70-denier fabric of her black tights and began its trek along the inside of Pandora’s thigh.

He loved the feel of the fabric against his palm, it felt so warm and welcoming in its density and as his hand crept ever higher up her firm thigh, Pandora had already begun to squirm in her seat, and her breath deepened in anticipation of what was coming.

She moaned quietly when his hand reached the heat of her pussy, then he began to rub her through her tights and panties and her breathing changed instantly and her legs were opening and closing.

Her underthing’s were slipping and sliding on her wet gash until her cream oozed through the fabric, one of her hands gripped his arm and the other was clamped over her mouth to stifle her orgasmic exclamation.

An Old lady seated in front of them turned around and said,

“I know dear, I gasped the first time I saw Cary Grant, he’s so dreamy”

Pandora smiled in response and turned a look on Oliver with saucer sized eyes that screamed

“Take me somewhere and fuck me”

 

They hurried out of the theatre, as fast as Oliver could manage as he was sporting a spectacular erection.

“Where’s the car?” she asked urgently when they were outside “where’s the car?”

“We don’t need the car” he pointed out “We have a room booked at The Doll's House” 

“You and your plans” she said and almost dragged him to the hotel.

 

She snatched the key card off of him and almost ran to the room and once she had managed to finally use the swipe card correctly, she opened the door and screamed.

“Get in here” and dragged him into the room where she kicked off her shoes, threw her coat on the floor, and crawled onto the bed

“I can’t wait for you to undress me” she said “just have me now”

Oliver kicked off his shoes and dropped his coat and trousers almost simultaneously and then his pants followed.

“You’re in a hurry” he said calmly although he was desperate to plug into her.

She was knelt on the bed, head down arse up, so he lifted her skirt up out of the way and pulled her tights and knickers down over her hips, exposing her perfect white buttocks and her moist pussy lips clearly on display, and ready to receive him, but he paused to admire the view until she shouted

“I’m ready, I’m ready now”

So, he plunged into Pandora’s hot pussy.

 

“That was fantastic” she purred, as she lay in a heap where she collapsed “even if I did miss the rest of the film”

After he had completely stripped her naked, she crawled under the covers and watched him finish his undressing and when he joined her in bed they lay in bed and watched the film on cable before he fucked her again.