December 17th
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.
Then after sharing a relaxing bath, they made their way to the dining
room, where his trusted right
hand, cook, housekeeper, social secretary, confident and trusted friend, Alicia
Treadgood, served a sumptuous four-course dinner, and four courses and a lot of
wine later they waddled their way up to his bedroom.
Even if Pandora had been wet enough, they were both too tired, too
full of gourmet food and too drunk to try and within ten minutes they were both
fast asleep in the four-poster bed.
The next morning Oliver woke up with an impressive early riser and as
Pandora was laying with her back to him, he decided to spoon her and get a good
handful of tit as he nibbled her ear
“You can stop that” she said coldly “I’m Dry as a bone”
“Not to worry” he said and kissed her neck, but she shrugged him away
and rolled over to face him
“What’s wrong with me?”
“Nothing, we’ve proven that” he replied
“Can I only do it on the train?” she asked “I wouldn’t mind, I do like
trains, but it’s not really convenient”
“We don’t need to do it on the train, although we will do it again on
that train” he promised
“That would be lovely” she mused
“Listen, we know everything works, we know you can get wet, we just
need to find the tap, or more precisely the trigger” he said
“And how do we do that?” Pandora asked
“Well, I have an idea, but you have to trust me” Oliver said
“I do”
“Good to hear” he said and kissed her “Now go and have a shower while
I sort out your breakfast outfit”
“Ok” she said and hurried into the bathroom and shut the door.
While she showered, he put her outfit on the bed which included the
Christmas Sweater and pleated Skirt that she had been wearing when he repeatedly sullied her on the train.
When she returned wrapped in towels, he took his turn but when he came
out, he found her still wrapped in towels but wearing a puzzled expression.
“I found these stockings and a suspender belt” Pandora said, “There’re
not mine, urgh were they left behind by some other woman?”
“No, I bought them yesterday” he replied
“You bought them?” Pandy asked, “for me?”
“Of course,”
“When did you go?” Pandora asked
“While you were asleep”
“I bet you’re their best customer” she said and laughed “I bet you
even have a loyalty card”
“Actually, I’ve never done it before” he explained
“You mean it’s not normal for you to buy scanties?”
“Absolutely not”
“Ok I’ll wear them for you” she said “but I can’t find bra or
knickers”
“You don’t need either” he said
“Well, I don’t mind not wearing a bra, but I can’t go to breakfast
with no drawers on, what will Alicia think of me”
“She won’t know, she’ll notice you’re braless, but she won’t know
you’re wearing stockings and have no knickers on, and that’s what makes it
sexy”
Without another word, but the hint of a leer, she picked up her clothes
and went into the bathroom.
As they walked down the stairs holding hands she said with a giggle
“I don’t really want breakfast; I just want sausage”
“We’ll all being well you’ll get both” he retorted
They ate breakfast in the kitchen while Alicia busied herself preparing
the evening meal, among other things.
When they finished eating Alicia refilled their cups and Oliver put his
hand on Pandy’s knee and as she took a sip of tea his hand progressed slowly up
the sheer sensual surface of her stocking, and she took another sip, and as his
hand pushed slowly upward so did her pleated skirt, and then Oliver felt her stocking
top and the naked thigh beyond, and her hand began to shake.
Pandora put the cup down untidily and spilt tea in her saucer,
Oliver’s hand reached the zenith of her long leg and he could feel her public
hair beneath his palm and she let out the briefest gasp and squirmed in her
seat, and in that instant he knew when his finger slipped un restricted into
her crease, he would feel her creamy wetness between on his fingertips, an instant
later his finger parted her labia, and a murmur of pleasure escaped her lips,
and Alicia smiled as she stirred the pot.
Pandora gulped down her tea, more out of politeness than of thirst and
said,
“Thank you, that was lovely”
“You’re welcome” Alicia said although Pandora was also thanking
Oliver.
Once they left the dining room, she gave him a filthy smile and then
ran upstairs and by the time Oli reached the bedroom her skirt and jumper were
on the floor, and she was already in his bed wetting her finger between her
stockinged thighs.
He quickly
undressed and joined her in bed and with a huge smile on her face she threw
herself into his arms.
“It worked”
she said, and they kissed with real urgency, and he lay half on and half off of
her delicious body.
Oliver 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
Pandora’s hands scratched lightly at his back.
Oliver’s
hand then crossed her belly and as his fingers combed through her tousled bush,
he stopped kissing her and she 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 revelled 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.
Oliver
kissed her hot panting mouth as he manoeuvred above her and
she exuded
a divinely sensual sound as he entered her.
In his four-poster
bed, 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, Pandora’s rasping breaths became
deeper.
And as her
panting became erratic and her head rolled from side to side her nails dug into
his fleshy cheeks and then with a sensual scream and a satisfying shudder she
cried out in orgasm and Oliver followed her over the abyss.
“Were staying
in bed all day” she sighed in blissful contentment as they cuddled up
underneath the duvet in the afterglow
“That’s
alright by me” he replied
“Was there
anything you wanted to do in particular?” he asked
“No darling
I’ll take it anyway it comes” she replied
