The Oakham’s are made up of Upper and Lower Oakham,
which are located in the Finchbottom Vale, in the most rural part of the county
between Millmoor and Appleby.
The Upper village is so named because it sits on the
hill and Lower Oakham nestles in the Valley below.
The Upper village is so named because it sits on the
hill and Lower Oakham nestles in the Valley below.
The Oakham’s are starkly divided between the
well-heeled and the down at heel and Ryan Fisher bucked the trend by not
fitting either category.
Ryan had his own small holding and was also the local
jack of all trades.
So not the sort of person you would readily expect to
be bedding a Lady, but it happened, nonetheless, and continued to happen.
However, in public they had to adopt a different
stance, and could not show any form of familiarity, and when they did hook up,
they had to be discreet, in fact the only time they were able to touch in
public was when they went to the Masquerade Ball at Halloween, and they could
dance and even hold hands, because their faces were covered at all times.
At the end of the night, they went their separate ways
and reunited at a 3-star Hotel where they would go unnoticed.
The next day, she was too hungover to drive so he
drove to her.
huge detached Victorian House set in ten acres of
Upper Oakham.
As he drove up the drive Claire said
“Put it in the garage, the remote is in the door
pocket”.
So, he opened the garage door as instructed and drove
in, then closed the door behind him.
They got out of the car and after retrieving her overnight
bag from the boot they went into the house safe from prying eyes, emerging in
the kitchen where Claire took the bag from him.
“Make a drink darling” she said, “I need to pee”.
“Can I watch?” he asked.
“You really are a dirty oik” she said which he took to
mean no, so he boiled the kettle and made coffee.
He was sat on a stool drinking his when she rejoined
him in the kitchen about 15 minutes later.
And she was not dressed for morning coffee she walked
in wearing matching black silk underwear, black stockings, high heeled shoes,
and a come-hither look.
Then she moved in close and kissed him slowly and
deliberately and his cock almost burst out of his trousers.
“Can I undress you now?” he asked her between kisses.
“You don’t have to undress me completely” she replied
with a coy smile.
He knew precisely what she meant by that, so he ran
his fingers lightly across the cool silk of her camisole, and they caressed
gently around her breast and brushed her nipples, stirring them like an autumn
breeze and making her suck air through her teeth before kissing him urgently.
Ryan’s handmade full meaningful contact with her firm
round breast and his thumb traced circles around the areola of her aroused
teat.
Claire pressed up against him so close that a
cigarette paper couldn’t have passed between them.
So, his hand abandoned her breast and joined its
partner to fondle her supple silk clad buttocks.
She fidgeted and shuffled her feet and then lifted one
leg and put her foot on the bottom rail of the stool.
This motion offered up her stocking topped thigh to
within easy reach of his hand, a situation he immediately took advantage
of.
Beginning at her knee he stroked her leg, the stocking
was sheer and cool beneath my palm, the lace topping was luxurious and the flesh
beyond as soft and silky as the black knickers at the top of her thigh.
They stopped kissing and Claire rested her forehead
against his as his hand slipped up her knicker leg and his fingers were quickly
toying amidst her pubic hairs.
He could feel Claire’s hot breath on his face and as
his fingers slipped into the creamy wetness between her lips she exclaimed
loudly.
As he marvelled at her wetness and how delicious her
cream felt between his fingers, she moved her head next to his so he could hear
her murmuring and panting.
These erotic emanations soon turned to moans as he
rubbed her clitoris, and it wasn’t many moments before she stiffened in his
arms as she came loudly in his ear in response to his tender touch.
Her arms were locked around his neck as she kissed his
ear and chewed roughly on his earlobe before she wetly tongued every contour of
his ear.
He grasped a handful of fleshy buttocks in each hand
and stood up, not an easy task with Claire wrapped around his neck like an
anaconda but made all the more difficult by the added handicap of a rather
noteworthy erection trying desperately to break free.
But he wasn’t planning on a route march, he only
needed to stagger three paces, where he deposited Claire’s cute arse on the
island in the middle of the kitchen.
As her plump cheeks slapped onto the marble worktop,
she released her vice like grip and looked at him very lustfully and smiled
before resting her head on his chest.
She remained in that position all the while she was
extricating his swollen member from his clothing.
When she had completed her task, she looked back up at
him, her mouth wearing a distinct leer as she grasped his cock tightly in her
small hand.
He could have taken the opportunity to undress her,
she wouldn’t have complained, but he knew that wasn’t what she wanted.
Ryan put his hand on her cheek and turning her face
towards him, he kissed her lustful lips as she held on to his manhood as if her
life depended on it.
With the merest of pressure, he pulled her legs open
and with her open to the fullest, he slipped his thumb up the leg of her silk
panties and pulled them to one side and exposed the moist flesh.
So, when he inched forward her hand guided him in, and
she moaned in his mouth as he penetrated her.
Claire gripped his hips with her knees and her
stiletto heels dug into his calves as he thrust into her a second and third
time.
She released her grip from about his neck and leant
back, resting on her hands as she continued to receive him.
She was panting and puffing like a steam engine as he
thrust again and again.
Ryan was in no hurry to finish her as he wanted to
savour every moment of it, after all he couldn’t be sure if this was going to
be the last time I got enjoy her, his luck would have to run out sooner or
later.
However all things must come to an end and Claire was on the brink of orgasm
and exhaustion so as she had collapsed onto her back he slid both hands up
under her camisole and groped at her beautiful tits while he quickened the pace
until she screamed out in orgasm and he followed her with a prolonged grunt,
and Claire squirmed and sighed smugly,
“That was….” she began.
He thought to himself that if it was to be their swan
song it wasn’t at all bad.
As it turned out his fears proved to be premature in
regard to Claire as she took him to her bed and kept him there until dawn broke,
after which he walked to the golf course carpark where his car was parked.
And nor was it to be the last time as they were to
continue their lusty relationship for many years to cum.
