December 24th
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.
The barns
and outbuildings had also been converted, there was a gym, a pool and garages
and staff accommodation.
Once
Pandora had regained her strength Oliver entered into a cycle of dealing with
her frigidity by finding inventive ways of getting her wet, so she could be
sullied to their mutual satisfaction.
As time
went on it got easier to get her aroused in fact when they went
Christmas shopping in Abbottsford two days before Christmas, she got turned on
in the lingerie department of Hanratty’s department store when he talked about
what he would do to her when she was wearing them, and they had to get to get
to the hotel in short order.
They woke up at the Regents Hotel the next morning, and as they had a leisurely day planned, they
started with a relaxing bath together, and she was laid back against his chest,
Pandora had loosely tied her hair up to keep it out of the water and he kissed
her neck and looked down at her breasts which were under the water, but her
nipples kept breaking the surface.
It was a
very relaxing bath, and he was trying to decide whether to finger her under
table during breakfast and have her back in the room again or give her a cheeky
finger in the car back to Chapel Hill and have her in his four poster, but his
dirty thoughts betrayed him when his erection began pressing against her back.
“I can feel
that” she said and giggled “You’re planning how you’re going to sully my
beautiful young body again, I hope”
“Always” he
said and twitched his cock which made her laugh.
However, as they lay with their dirty thoughts in the bath beneath the
bubbles she suddenly said
“I don’t believe it”
“What’s the
matter?” he asked with alarm
“Well
because you were perving all the knickers and talking dirty to me, and then
dragged me back here to ravish me, I didn’t finish my Christmas shopping” she
explained
“That’s not
quite how I remember it” he said “I seem to recall you saying “I’m very very
wet right now, get me in a taxi right now”
“Stop being
pedantic” she said as 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 one cheek and nibbled the other 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.
“So, what did you forget to buy yesterday?” he asked while he sat on
the edge of the bath drying her legs
“Wrapping paper, tags, ribbons, bows, all that kind of stuff” she
replied “and I didn’t forget, I was distracted by a pervert”
“We can stop at Stephenson’s on the way home they’ll have everything
you need” he suggested but she tutted in response
“Oh, can’t we go back to Hanratty’s” she asked pathetically
“Of course,” he said, and she kissed him
Because their leisurely day had gone out of the window it meant breakfast
in the dining room wasn’t going to happen so Oliver ordered room service and they
got themselves dressed while they waited.
“Jeans?” he asked when she emerged from the bathroom
“They’re my anti pervert wear” she retorted and smiled “I don’t want any
distractions, no matter how toe curling they might be”
“No cheeky finger in the car home then” he thought to himself
So resigned
to the fact he wasn’t going to be dipping his wick after breakfast, but safe in
the knowledge there would be some later delights, they went downstairs and had
the concierge call them a cab.
They had
the taxi drop them at the entrance of the Phoenix Shopping Centre and followed
the slow-moving pack of fellow Christmas Shoppers inside.
They
managed to get everything she wanted and more in under an hour so rewarded
themselves by going to Labuschagne Coffee House for coffee and pastries, where
he phoned Sarah Treadgood to pick them up.
Back in
Chapel Hill they spent the afternoon wrapping Christmas presents in the study,
which they put under the tree, before going upstairs to get changed ready for
Christmas Eve dinner with the Treadgood’s.
It was what
Alicia called a “dressing up” meal so Oliver was wearing a suit and the ladies
would be in nice dresses.
Pandora
wore a midnight blue sleeveless number with matching shoes and what he hoped
were stockings.
He could tell
she wasn’t wearing a bra, and a quick grope up her skirt would answer the stockings/tights
question as well establishing if she was commando or not.
He decided
not to do it at that precise moment but to wait until dinner when he could
explore up her dress under the table.
The evening
didn’t get off to a flyer as Oliver’s plan to finger Pandora under the table
was thwarted when she sat to his left rather than his right, he did his best
work with his right hand, but he put it from his mind.
The dinner
was amazing, another of Alicia’s specials, and the wine flowed, except in
Sarah’s direction as she was teetotal, and the conversation was sparkling, but
when they got to the coffee and mints stage of the evening Pandora put her hand
on his knee, which then immediately traversed up his thigh.
He took a
sip of coffee as her hand reached his fly and her fingers pulled down the zip.
Pandora the
hurriedly searched for his cock and was soon holding him in the
palm of her hand and her fingers wrapped around him and tugged on him expertly.
She played with his shaft, while conducting a conversation with Alicia across
the table.
She could easily have spanked him off but that was not what she had
planned his swollen member.
“Well, we’ll see you in an hour” Alicia said “Midnight Mass starts at
11 o’clock”
The moment the door closed Pandora was up on her feet, kicked off her
shoes and walked round behind him and pulled his chair out from under the table
and he sat there with his erection pointing upwards and she had a wicked smile
on her face as she climbed on his lap and slithered down on him and let out a
long breathy sigh.
Well, he already knew that she was commando, but his hands went up her
dress and he knew the answer to the stockings/tights question.
Pandora wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and hooked her heels
around the chair legs and then rode him on the chair, pounding on his shaft with
her velvety wet pussy, her pelvis pumping on his piston frenetically while
Oliver’s hands gripped her firm buttocks as they rose and fell on him, her
delicious moans in his ear were through gritted teeth and were growing in
intensity as the pace quickened.
Both of them knew they wouldn’t last long as she just pumped and
pumped until she came with an animal yell and his cock pulsed inside her as he
ejaculated.
After a few moments Pandora kissed him and climbed off his wilting
tool wearing a self-satisfied look on her face.
“You can put it away now” she said and kissed him again
“I’m going to have to
get this suit cleaned” he said “but it was well worth it”
When they were leaving to get in the car for the drive to St Tristan's
Pandora suddenly stopped dead in her tracks with a panic stricken look on her
face
“What’s the matter darling?”
“I’ve got no knickers on” she whispers “I can’t go to church with no knickers on, especially
when I’m still all lusty down there”
“Where are you going?”
“Upstairs to get some drawers on” she replied quietly
“No need”
“There is, I’m not a slut”
“There’s no need” he said and held up a pair of navy-blue knickers
“You bastard, how did you know?” she said
“It was and educated guess” he replied, and she kissed him before she
slipped around the corner to make herself decent and when she returned, she
said
“Now we can go and welcome Christ into the world.
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