Downshire is a relatively small English county but
that didn’t bother its inhabitants, they may not have been the biggest, but
they were in no doubt that they were the best, and that belief was no truer
than in the southern town off Abbottsford which was Downshire’s administrative
capital and the seat of the Downshire government.
It was also a place of learning thanks to the
Downshire University, it could also boast that it was a Cathedral City and was
home to Abbottsford Town football Club and benefitted from the counties premier
Hotel, the Abbottsford Regents.
From mid-November the Hotel played host to “A List”
American Actress Robin Van Meeuwen, she was staying in the Tudor suite, one of
the most expensive and was expecting to be there for a prolonged stay as she
was starring in a revival of Agatha Christies, The Man in the Brown Suit, at
the Empire Theatre and was in rehearsals
for a January opening, which was her comeback.
Robin had been in the spotlight since she was 7 years
old when she was first cast in a successful Sitcom and quickly established
herself as a regular until it was cancelled ten years later, guest appearances
in among other shows as NCIS, CSI, Criminal Minds and Stargate SG1 followed, as
well as theatre work and Movie parts.
But at the age of twenty-five she won the Role of
Petrona in Starfighter Squadron which cemented her as a star in the firmament
for over a decade.
However, three things happened in her life in quick
succession which derailed her career and life.
Firstly, her husband of ten years shocked her to the
core when “out of the blue” he left her for a 19-year-old blonde, second
without any warning she was written out of Starfighter Squadron and then
finally she turned thirty-five which she blamed for the other two.
Those three events shattered her confidence and left
her feeling like a worthless Has-been and she could not work for a year and
locked herself away from the world.
When she emerged, her self-esteem was rock bottom, and
she was left feeling old, talentless, and unattractive.
It was only her remarkably close and long-term friend
Jasmin Fureaux, who dragged her back from the abyss and got her back on the
boards to star in her directorial debut, and that was how she ended up at the
age of thirty-seven staying at the Regents, but she was still damaged.
Her one release was the use of “Male Escorts” which
she used like a hair shirt or self-flagellation, to punish and degrade herself.
However, at the beginning of December 30-year-old
Receptionist Cameron Vale, who had fantasied about her since he was a
schoolboy, took a phone call from Carl, the latest escort she had booked.
Cameron knocked on the door of the Tudor suite to
inform her that her man was not coming, and she jumped to the conclusion that
he was Carls’s replacement and as he had fantasized about fucking her for
years, he decided to go along with it.
And at the end of the night when she found out he was
not an escort he told her to text him if she wanted to do it again.
Well, she did text him, every day, and every day he went
to her suite and used her and abused her while giving her positive
reinforcement, the only common denominator being bondage.
Spreadeagled on the bed, facedown and faceup, bent
over furniture, hanging from fixtures, and tied, in various derivations, to the
four-poster bed.
But on Christmas Eve instead of the usual round of sex
games they made love for the first time and after climax she panted
“That was wonderful,”
He kissed her again and withdrew and rolled off her
and she let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh as she cuddled up to him.
“When can we do it again?” she asked with her head on
his chest.
“Soon, your fanny won’t have finished farting yet”.
He said and she giggled like a schoolgirl then after a
few minutes she added.
“Are we still going to do the dirty stuff?”
“Not tonight, but yes” he said.
“We can do romantic love making as well as dirty fun”.
“Oh good” she replied.
As she lay with her head on his chest in the afterglow
she asked
“Do you have to work tomorrow?”
“No, I have the next three days off” he replied.
“Really? Will you have Christmas Dinner with me
tomorrow, in the restaurant?” she asked hopefully?
“I’d rather not” he replied.
“Oh!” she exclaimed.
“I want you to have Christmas Lunch with me in
Springwater” he continued.
“I thought….” She began.
“You thought I didn’t want to be with you” he said and
kissed her trembling lips.
“You are the only one in the world I ever want to be
with”.
He kissed her again and then they made love.
“Where is Springwater?” she asked still breathless
from another tender fuck.
“It’s a village in the Pepperstock Hills National
Park, my parents have a cottage there”.
“Oh, I don’t think I’m ready to meet your parents” she
said with alarm, and he laughed.
“Don’t worry, they’re in Spain, it will just be the
two of us”.
“Oh ok” she said with relief.
“Now go to sleep, we have to be up early in the
morning” he said kissed the top of her head and turned off the light.
They were up early on Christmas morning, and he was up
Robin before they’d even wiped the sleep from their eyes, as a Christmas gift
to each other.
Then they showered, fucked again and then ordered
breakfast in bed.
After breakfast they set off for Springwater in Cameron’s
car, Robin didn’t have a car, in fact she didn’t even drive, so he drove, and
she slept most of the way so missed most of the scenery.
The National Park stretched from the bare, and often
barren crags of Oxley Ridge in the North to the dense wooded southern slopes on
the fringe of the Finchbottom Vale and from Quarry Hill, and the Pits in the
West to Pepperstock Bay in the East.
It is an area of stark contrasts and attracted a
variety of visitors.
The quarry hill side of the park to the west, as the
name suggests, was heavily Quarried over several hundred years, though more
extensively during the industrial revolution, the Quarries had been un-worked
for over fifty years and nature had reclaimed them and the former pits had
become lakes and were very popular with anglers and the sparse shrubbery and
woodland made it popular spot with courting couples whereas the northern crags
and fells were popular with climbers and more hardy folk, it was also where the
village of Springwater was to be found, which was where Cameron’s parents had
their cottage.
On Boxing Day, they left the cottage on the Quad bike
on an outdoor adventure which culminated in them fucking in the forest while
seated on the machine and after she milked him dry, she finally relaxed
breathless onto his lap and leaned back against him.
“I like Quad biking” she panted.
His cock was still inside her and they were still
breathing hard when the first flakes of snow began to fall so, they quickly
redressed, but by the time they were finished it was properly snowing.
“Will we get home safely?” Robin asked.
“They’re only showers and won’t last long” he said,
“We’ll shelter at the Castle until they blow over”.
“You’d better drive” she said as the snow began to
fall more steadily.
“Ok” he agreed and slipped off his backpack and put it
on her before getting aboard the bike, then once Robin was behind him and
holding on tight, he moved off.
Pepperstock Castle was an imposing and impressive
fortress up on its hill that overlooked the eastern end of the Finchbottom
Vale.
Now it was just a collection of ruins, which could
still be clearly identified as having once been a Castle.
Cameron parked the Quad Bike behind the remains of the
keep and they both dismounted then he ushered her into the sheltered safety
under the Castle ruins.
“How long will we have to be here?” Robin asked.
“The showers will blow through within an hour and the
sun will come out again” he reassured her as he took the pack off her back.
He opened the pack and took out two space blankets one
he put on the ground to insulate them against the cold, then he sat down with
his back against the wall and sat Robin between his legs with her back to him
and covered her with the second blanket.
He also had a flask of coffee and some chocolate in
the pack, which was very welcome and as they drank, Robin asked.
“Are we a thing?”
“A what?”
“Well, you’ve brought me to Springwater, and you said
I’m going to meet your sister, so are we a thing?” she explained.
“I wouldn’t say we were a thing” he replied, “I prefer
to think that we’re a couple”.
“A couple?” she said in a childlike voice.
“Unless you don’t like that”.
“No, I like, I like” she said excitedly as she leant
back against him.
They had a second drink in silence and could still see
the snow falling gently and silently outside and were cosily warm, so much so that
Cameron dosed off and when he awoke after 20 minutes Robin was breathing
coarsely and fidgeting in front of him, and it became immediately apparent that
she was wetting her fingers between her lips and was approaching the threshold,
and his sleeping beast awoke.
“What are you doing sexy?”
“Keeping warm” she replied through gritted teeth, and
the excitement of being discovered took her over the line and she came with a
delicious exclamation.
After a few meaningful sighs she suddenly turned
around to face him and she was only wearing long woollen socks below the waste.
“Where are your trousers?” he asked.
“I got hot” she replied and grinned.
“I can tell”.
“I’m going to get him hot now” she said with a look of
intense concentration on her face as she tackled his trousers and roughly
pulled his cock out.
“Quick now” Robin said gleefully as she straddled his lap.
“We’d better keep it warm and put it in here.”
Then he felt her hands guiding his cock towards her
hole.
Robin placed one hand against the cold stone wall and
was half smiling and half biting her lip, Cam felt his helmet touching her
creamy lips and then she lowered herself and Robin’s whole body trembled as her
lips enveloped his knob, followed by a low growl as it entered her and he had
both hands on her narrow hips as she completely engulfed him, and a moan of
self-satisfaction escaped her at the deepest point of penetration as her Cunny
slid down to his balls.
Cameron settled his hands on her soft buttocks and
watched as she warmed to her task, rising, and falling on him, then her eyes
were screwed shut as she rose again, to the fullest extent, so only his tip was
inside her, but they opened wide as she slid all the way down his shaft.
She kissed him briefly, and then her skinny arms
wrapped tightly around his neck, and she began to pump on him like a steam
hammer.
Panting hard, through gritted teeth she pounded her
pussy on him repeatedly until she jerked to a conclusion and yelled out, then
she jerked again as he came too.
“That’s warmed you up “ she stated smugly and kissed
him.
“I would say it was hot” he agreed.
“It was sizzling” Robin said, very satisfied with her
performance, and her orgasms.
They remained in situ on the floor in their climactic
positions in the afterglow and Cameron reflected with pride that it was the
first time that she had taken the initiative, Robin had conceived planned and
executed her lustful assault on him, but after about five minutes she climbed
off him with a sigh.
“No need to sigh honey” he said, “Theres more of that
when we get back to the cottage”.
“Well get a wriggle on then” she said, “The sun has
come out again”.
“Ok I’m ready” he said as he put the blankets in the
backpack.
“But you might want to put your trousers back on
before we set off”.
“Oh shit” she exclaimed not realising she been
flashing her muff at him, and he smiled as she got flustered trying to get her
trousers on without showing him her fanny again.
Robin didn’t fancy driving through the snow, so she
went on the back, and it took them an hour to get home through the fresh snow,
and once inside they had a hot drink and a hot bath followed by hot sex.
