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© 2005 by Lowered Eyes
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This material is presented as adult entertainment and is not intended for any person under the age of eighteen years. While every precaution has been taken in the preparation of this book, the author assumes no responsibilities for errors or omissions, or for damages resulting from the use of information contained herein. All characters and descriptions contained herein are purely fictitious.
Edited by Arika Lee
17.
The day arrived when Sam had to return to work. I was reading the paper when I heard her alarm go off. I took her tea. I was not going to make it a habit but I wanted her to feel good about returning to work and knowing I was there. I chatted to her as she showered and dressed. Her normal working attire was, it seemed, a dark skirt, white blouse and a dull grey cardigan. Her hair was loosely tied back. I intervened. I wasn't having a girl of mine looking so drab.
I untied her hair and plaited it. I peeled of the ghastly woollen and, ignoring her pleas that I'd make her late, I replaced it with a red linen jacket I'd noticed before in her closet. I told her to take off her panties. Well, as usual now, they were mine but that made no difference. They came off. Some resistance was forthcoming but a stern look soon quelled that. She studied the unfamiliar plait in the mirror
"I look like a school girl."
I smiled and patted her ass.
"Well then, Sweetie, best you get off to school. Oh, one last thing."
I took the chain with its little clamps on and made a necklace of it as I had before.
"Sweet."
She was just about to go out the door when I stopped her again. She cursed me gently for further the delay but I ignored her. I had her sit on the arm of the sofa and spread her legs. I took off my earrings and clamped one tightly to each of her cunt lips.
"Now, drive safely, Sam. We don't want you scandalizing British medical profession!"
She kissed me and fairly rushed out to her old wreck. Amazing that Ford actually managed to sell the Brits that shit, I thought, God bless America! I thought about my phone but decided I couldn't in all conscience call Emmy until around midday. Not fair to awaken her with an axe. So I fired up my laptop and sent a few emails.
To my office manager:
Janey
I have decided to remain in England for the foreseeable. Yes, it does involve a woman. No, I don't have any idea how long it will last.
Keep me informed, my contact details follow.
Etc.
To my housekeeper:
Heather
I shall be staying in UK longer than anticipated. Close up as much of the house as is practicable but keep my suite open and ready for me. Make sure the animals are looked after and kick that lazy bastard Simon's ass if he doesn't keep on top of their care. I know I can rely on you to look after things there. Your wages will be paid as always, so no need to steal my silverware. I may ask you to send a few things over, I haven't decided yet.
Contact details follow.
Etc.
To my lawyer:
Susan
I need to stay in the UK for a while – please sort out my visa shit and let me know whatever I have to do.
Contact details follow – if you need anything re work, contact Janey. She's 100% as you know. So's Heather if it's anything to do with the ranch. Be prepared to sue Simon – Don't know what for yet, but he's bound to be a problem! Oh, and send Emmy some cash – Enough to cover her expenses for two more months… then close that account.
Love to you and Tina. How is the scrawny assed whore?
As always
K
Three brief emails and my life was sorted? Well, not quite. I still had to deal with Emmy.
I waited till eight AM. her time. God did she make a fuss. I would regret it! The English whore wasn't worth it. She cursed, pleaded and swore by turns. I listened patiently to her tirade and waited for her to quiet down. I didn't feel guilty our arrangement going in had been no strings and no promises. Finally there was silence and I spoke into it.
"Bye, Hon. It was fun."
I returned the phone to its cradle and sat staring out at the small garden beyond the kitchen door. I was going to need some more space.
I spent the rest of the day renting a house. It was big by Brit standards. An old barn of a place on the edge of Sam's village. It had a cellar, two good reception rooms and four bedrooms. The kitchen I thought would please her. It had modern appliances and was vast with a solid pine table that would seat an army. I had big plans for the cellar! We would be able to move in as soon as they cleared my money and checked that I was who I said I was. They let me keep a key so I could show the place to Sam. I got back to the cottage just ahead of her return. I was excited. There was a slight chance that she might not like it, but not having to sweat the small stuff was the sweet thing about being the one in charge
18.
I drove home through the early evening traffic and parked outside the cottage. Before I could get to the door, Kate flew out and slammed it behind her. She dragged me to the Mercedes without a word of explanation. She got in and drove in her usual mad woman manner. She screeched to a halt in the driveway of an old house about half a mile away from my own. By now I was totally curious. Only her crazy driving had prevented me from asking questions. She leapt from the car and swept to the front door of this granite pile and opened it with a flourish. I followed her in. After my place it seemed huge. I had been wondering who we were going to meet but it was obvious that the place was unoccupied. It was furnished opulently and with good taste. She showed me around without saying a word, refusing to answer my stammered questions. Finally she turned to me on the landing at the top of the stairs,
"Hell, Sweetie, I'd go stir crazy in that kennel of yours, pretty though it is. I need a bit of space and I have to work too. So, I decided we'd stay here."
She paused, her head held slightly to one side, waiting for my reaction.
"You like?"
"We're going to live here?"
"That's right, Sweetie. You think it's big enough?"
I laughed. And the laughter wouldn't stop as I marvelled at this woman's grand gestures, her impetuousness, her unpredictability.
"Oh, Kate, I love it. Yes, of course it'll be big enough, for us and a few hundred others."
"This, you have to see, Sam."
She clasped my hand and skipped downstairs with me in tow again.
"Abandon all hope, ye who enter here! Ta dah!."
She flung open a small door behind the staircase and revealed another flight leading down. She ran down ahead and stood arms outstretched in the centre of a well maintained and clean cellar. A few wine racks stood against one wall, empty. The cellar was well lit and there was a large radiator, currently not working.
"Do I ever have plans for this space."
She had a wicked look on her face as she approached me. She took my face in her hands.
"I hadn't planned for this but I reckon this could provide just the school for a young trainee like you. All I need is a little equipment and a few rugs, lights etc."
Her hand was now under my skirt and her mouth close to mine. She kissed me and rolled an earring between her fingers. I whimpered into her mouth, the ring was tight and hurt but she just sucked my pain from me and made me feel loved again. She lifted the front of my skirt and tucked it into my waistband, and stepped back, looking down at me.
"Good girl. I half expected you to have taken them off. Did they remind you of me?"
"As if I need reminding."
She came back and kissed me again. She fingered me and rolled my nipples as we kissed.
"You really like it?" I nodded.
"So the hell do I."
We went home, and this time she chattered as she swerved around the streets, telling me how she had settled her affairs back in the states. I wanted to feel sorry for poor Emmy but honestly, I was too happy for myself to be sincere in that. Kate rattled on about the various changes she wanted to make to our new place. She didn't, however, elaborate on her plans for the cellar and this left a single cloud of dread on my horizon.
Once at home, she bent me over the back of the chair, lifted my skirt and undid her earrings. Fire overwhelmed me there as she gently stroked my backside and her finger slipped between my poor lips.
Throughout the following week, Kate was consumed with the house. She went out at the same time as I and came home usually later than I did. She was secretive about what she'd been doing. Sure, our evenings and nights were long rounds of boisterous sex, but it was what she referred to as 'vanilla'. It seemed that any attempt to drag me further into her "lifestyle" as she called it, had been put on hold.
On the Friday night I got home from work and she was, to my surprise, there. She was wearing that black robe, her hair was wet and she looked excited.
"I have a surprise for you tonight, Sweetie. Get showered and you'll find some things on the bed for you to wear. Lady's taking her girl to dinner."
I looked at the long dress on the bed, the silk lingerie, the stockings, the heeled shoes – all new. I touched the soft fabrics and couldn't believe how I had become involved with this mercurial enigma. I showered, shaved myself and dried. I walked naked back to the bedroom and there she stood, in that same dark grey suit she had worn to the wedding. Her hair was soft around her face and she wore the same tie and shirt but this time the cuffs were gold replicas of the silver nipple clamps which I wore around my neck. I placed a finger on one.
"Nice touch."
She smiled, kissed me and then she helped me to dress. First, my suspender belt, black silk and lace, followed by a pair of absolutely transparent French knickers which were soft and cool to the touch. She eased them over my thighs and stroked me through them.
"There should be a little 'glisten' there, don't you think?" she asked.
Stockings, black and seamed were rolled up my legs and stroked to straightness. Then, she took the dress and held it open and I stepped into it. It was strapless and God only knew how she had known it would fit. It was lined with silk in the skirt, which was full, the bodice was tight and darted, pulling my breasts together and lifting them but, to my mind, attractively, not coarsely. She adjusted my "necklace" so that the two clamps rested in my cleavage. We laughed and kissed through the whole process. She smoothed my hair and kissed me again.
"My girl, just look at you."
Funny how words can have a positively physical impact, but if she wanted a 'glisten' that's certainly what she got.
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