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.
