The sun beat down on the hide – heating young Lord Underhill inside.
Damn! It was getting too hot for this game. Easing off his jacket he picked up the binoculars to resume his watch.
No waterfowl in sight, but the river looked cool and inviting as hell … A flash of white.
Hey, what was that? Someone trespassing by the shore! A damned woman on the bank. Sitting on a blanket. Picnicking, no doubt. He fixed his elbows to hold the view steadier. What was this? My God! She seemed to be undressing ... She was already out of her top clothes. Looking around, to check she wasn’t being observed she stood and began undoing her bra ...
It was off. His pulse quickened at the sight of exposed breasts in motion as she folded up her clothes, keeping her knickers on. She had a really cracking figure. Now she was wading in, waist deep, swaying her body from side to side.
God! He was just not used to the sight of naked breasts in reality. He’d only seen his fiancée undressed a few times, and Amanda was a trifle on the skinny side. But this woman ... His breath came a little faster as he watched. He would eventually have to ask her to leave of course, but to see her splash and play without any knowledge of him observing – it made him feel … Well, this prey was far more interesting than bloody ducks! She swam right over to the central island, then around to the far side to pull herself up on the landing stage, giving him further glimpses of breasts and thighs flashing in the sunshine.
She lay down on her back to bask on the boards.
He would catch her red handed. He slipped down into the punt, and with his head down, let the current waft him downriver towards her.
To his annoyance he saw that without using the pole he was heading for the riverbank, not the island. A new plan formed in his mind. No doubt he would get a torrent of abuse, but even in the 21st century he was just a bit old fashioned about this sort of liberty in the heart of his estate.
Out of her sight behind the island’s willows, the punt grounded with a scrape that was lost among the gentle sounds of the river. He bundled her clothing into a plastic sack and tucked it out of sight under a gunwale. He had her now! He punted nonchalantly around to the landing stage.
“Good afternoon!” He raised his cap.
She screamed and scrambled back into the water, swimming around the top of the island to escape to the bank and her clothing.
“It’s no good; I’ve confiscated the lot!” He tied the punt to a post and stepped out onto the stage.
The woman saw that her things had gone from the bank. He half expected her to climb out and run away like a frightened animal, but she turned in the water to face him, her white body rippling sensuously beneath her in the crystal water. No abuse, just a silent frown. She waited for him to speak again.
“I’m afraid you are clearly trespassing on my property.
This is my estate and my river. You have no right to be here at all. There are plenty of signs.” “I’m very sorry, sir. I didn’t know this was private. I’m new around here.” The handsome, shapely woman was in her mid-thirties, but she spoke oddly. “I don’t get it... are you a gypsy – or should I say a traveller?” “I don’t mind being called a gypsy, sir.” “Well, I should really phone the security company.” “I’m sure there’ll be no need for that, sir. Perhaps I can make this up to you somehow.” “Well, I don’t see …” The woman had swum up to the stage and pulled herself halfway out, as wet and naked as a mermaid. ‘But, you do see, sir!’ She laughed at his obvious embarrassment. She completed her exit, where shapely thighs and a dark triangle under wet knickers, showed her not to be a mermaid.
Confronted with her splendid, dripping body in the sunshine, he felt his own body stirring. But at the social level, the mood was moving from confronting a trespasser to something else – looking after a guests, perhaps? “Ah, would you like to dry off? I have a fresh towel in my bag …” “That be nice, sir.” He leapt down into the punt, nearly capsizing it, and dragged the emergency bath towel out. He handed it over and she dried off in front of him with much shaking of her delightful breasts, patting her bottom and mopping between her legs.
It took a good minute, during which he had to turn away and carefully arrange the worsted of his heavy shooting breeches to hide his growing arousal. He glanced around. He and the woman were completely screened from the bank.
There would be no one around for miles, anyway.
“Look, I may have been a bit hasty taking your clothes like that, but even in this day and age you can’t just...” He suddenly laughed at himself. “My great-grandfather used to horsewhip trespassers.” “Not the women, surely sir?” “I don’t know – I expect he would have spanked a woman like you.” “Spanked?” Her dark blue eyes widened suddenly. “Could he have done that?” “He was the Lord of the Manor – as I am. In those days, he could do more or less as he thought fit. He was the law – but times have changed, of course.” He smiled, then his eyebrows furrowed at her thoughtful look. “What?” “Pity, ain’t it – that you can’t do that no more... But we could go back in time, sir.” Her country voice was softer but deeper, her manner, mischievous.
He looked intently at her. “Yes, we could ...” Quite gloriously bare-breasted, she had gone back in time. She thrust her perfect, brown nipples out at him in an insolent flaunt. He felt his face flush as his heart raced. “How dare you come on my land and swim naked in my river, you brazen woman!” “I’m not quite naked – I kept me knickers on, for modesty, like ... and I’m really very sorry, sir.” “I’ll make you sorrier, woman! Come with me.” “All right, sir.” He grabbed the towel from her hand and clamped her arm in his grip. Then he marched her, breasts bouncing at all angles, to a secluded bench among the willows of the island.
He felt his body respond with each jiggle of her mobile body.
He sat down quickly, doubled the towel over his lap and beckoned her across his knee while loosening the tight worsted at his groin. She draped herself over his lap. Her breasts hung down, brushing his left thigh. He positioned her wide bottom on his right, the stretched knickers still damply sticking to her skin.
“Please don’t spank me too hard, sir.” “I will spank you as I see fit, young lady.” He raised his right hand, aiming for a spot just above the dark patch nestling between her bottom cheeks.
“And please don’t smack my bare bum.” “I won’t bare you completely, young woman, but you will feel my hand hard against your skin.” He eased the material up, over the globes of her bottom, and rolled it into the valley between. It pulled tight around the dark bulges of her labia lower down, a few wisps of hair escaping each side. That would add some extra protection. He didn’t wish to sting her there ...
Smack! “Ow!” At the fist hard slap of his hand on her buttock, she knew him to be a natural – but inexperienced. This was the fist time he’d ever spanked a grown woman, she felt sure. Somehow, this fitted in with his quaint shooting clothes.
Smack! Each one hurt a little, but he varied the impact point each time, often taking her by surprise, and sometimes his hand would linger and clench a handful of her buttock, or shimmy her cheeks around a little. At each smack she would utter a small yelp – more of surprise than pain as he worked over her rump. She felt a wonderful tingling warmth from her bottom, which was probably glowing a little pink by now. She wanted something more now ...
Smack! “Oh! Can you bare me properly now, please, sir?” “Right.” She wriggled a little to help him as he pulled the material down and out from between her buttocks and down her legs.
She felt the coldness of her wet puss between red hot cheeks.
She kicked off her knickers. Naked at last! He spanked her a few more times, but with less resolve than before. Perhaps he was becoming distracted with the more open view? He ran his hand all over and around the full width of her bottom, his fingers lingering in the valley between. She felt a finger draw down and across her anus.
“Oh!” He touched her wet lips ever so gently. She felt them separated and lightly probed. Then his fingers slipped up inside her. She moaned softly.
While he moved deeper, she reached back across his lap and found the great tension under his trousers.
He unbuttoned the heavy breeches single handed, and she put her hand inside. She curled her fingers around the hot, broad member she found lurking there.
“You got a nice cock there for me, sir!” “You think he’s there for you, do you, young woman?” “I don’t see no other bare-arsed girl around here, and he seems that ready for one, sir.” “He certainly is!” From the fumbling, they stood up. She released him, and while he stood with his cock pointing up at her, she pulled his trousers down. Breathless, she knelt and took him deep into her mouth. Her tongue licked around his shaft.
“Ah!” He seemed to like her doing that. She felt his body jerk with the movement of him tearing off his shirt. She began to bob her mouth on him, moving her lips backwards and forwards along his substantial length.
“Ahhhhh!” She tasted him. He was ready – she was too; she had never felt such urgency! Her mouth released him. “Now, for God’s sake; give it to me now – fuck me!” She spread the blanket on the ground and got down on it on her hands and knees. He kicked off his remaining clothes, but he seemed a bit nonplussed at her position. He touched her shoulder as if to roll her onto her back. It suddenly dawned on her how inexperienced he probably was – he’d never done it like this before. “Come up behind me, sir ... Let me have it from behind, like.” “Oh, right!” Here was her delightful heart-shaped bottom again – glowing pink from the spanking. He smacked it again once or twice more, then spread her wide with his hands, separating her lips to be touched and opened wider by the freshly licked head of his cock.
She sighed deeply as he slid up inside her. He felt the enveloping warmth inside.
His hand ran around the fullness of her behind and settled around her neat waist. She wiggled and rotated her hips below his hands as if skewering herself deeper upon him.
He sensed that she was revelling in it just as much as he was. As the sun warmed his naked back and buttocks he began his long, deep thrusts into her. Sometimes they were slow and gentle, sometimes faster and harder, making her cry out with each firm impact against her bottom. She moaned as she moved. Her moans began softly, then louder as she moved against him, her buttocks quivering with each impact.
For long minutes they fucked. His hands wandered over her back and reached under to cup and squeeze each swinging breast. Then he felt her increasing pace, and the spasm of her inner muscles that seemed to be milking his cock. They both came together in a howling climax as he hammered into her, shooting his seed deep inside her, releasing in long spurts of satisfaction, her encircling muscles squeezing him hard ...
He lay back too long in the afterglow, still inside her. He may have dozed off. Then he became aware of the sound of the punt being pushed away from the stage. He jumped up.
“Hey, don’t go!” “But I have to, sir,” she shouted across the water, still half naked; “I have an appointment.” She poled the punt as if she had done it before.
He looked around for his clothing. Gone. Everything.
“Hey! What about my clothes?” “Just a minute ...” She reached the bank wearing just her knickers, but rapidly dressed from the contents of the plastic bag. Like a fool he waited until she finally put her shoes on.
“Your clothes are in the boat,” she yelled, running off.
“What’s your name?” he called after her, but she may have been out of earshot as she disappeared behind the willows.
Ah well – he could see from here that the towel was also in the boat. He needed a dip. He would swim over, dry and dress at his leisure, and the current was in his favour ... But the punt was already drifting downstream. Without her weight it had re-floated. No problem, the current would move them both at the same rate – as long as he reached the punt before that faster-moving shallow stretch. He carefully walked barefoot to the landing stage and plunged in.
On surfacing, the punt looked a long way off, but he set off strongly towards it. Still twenty yards away it began to accelerate in the shelving waters. A moment later his knee hit a submerged rock and his foot scraped the bottom. It was getting too shallow to swim. He stood and tried to wade though the rapids but the sharp rocks were hurting his feet ...
“Ouch!” He’d stepped on something really sharp. He hobbled to the bank, looked at the blood welling from the sole of his right foot, then at his punt, receding into the distance.
“Damn!” Back at the hide he wrapped his feet in strips of old sacking, and then covered his modesty with more of the same.
Feeling like a pale fakir he somehow made his way across country, diving into hedgerows whenever a car came past on the estate roads. He got through the big gates, along the drive and up the house steps unseen.
He rang the bell. It seemed to take an age before anyone came.
“I’m very sorry, this is … My goodness – it’s you sir!” “Of course it’s me Forbes! Now can you smuggle me upstairs before anyone sees?’ Forbes glanced behind him briefly. ‘The coast is clear.
Follow me, sir!” Forbes seemed to be enjoying this.
“Has this anything to do with your interest in Buddhism, sir, may I ask?” Forbes ventured, as they ascended the stairs.
“No, it bloody well hasn’t!” “I beg your pardon, sir.” It felt very odd sneaking about his own house, but they made it to his dressing room without incident. He saw that Forbes had already laid out his clothes for dinner. “Do we have guests?” “Your fiancée and a friend of hers are here, sir. I believe they are both staying for dinner.” “Oh, God, Forbes, I’d quite forgotten! Have you made all the arrangements?” “All is in hand, sir. Your guests are waiting in the library.” Forbes performed his usual miracles, plus some minor work with the First Aid box on his foot. He did not enquire again as to the reason for his master’s loss of attire.
Amanda came out of the library and met him coming down the curving stairway. She kissed him on the cheek. “You look splendid, darling! Really caught the sun today. Had a good shoot on the water?” “Yes thanks, darling. Ah, not much of a bag. Had a go at a beautiful big bird by the water, gave her both barrels, but she got away from me somehow ... Lovely weather though.” “A friend of mine has just arrived from town. I’d like you to meet her.” They went into the library. As the woman turned from the bookshelves to face him, he began to realise that this was not his day.
“Lady Caroline Browne, may I present my fiancé, Lord Underhill. Darling, my old friend and confidante, Caroline … Are you OK, darling?” “Er, fine thanks, darling. Maybe just a touch of sunstroke … Enchanté, Lady Caroline!” He took the offered hand and kissed it. She smiled and dipped a small curtsy, revealing a lot of cleavage.
“I am so very pleased to meet you in the flesh at last!” Her dark blue eyes sparkled. “Amanda has told me so much about you.” “Caroline is currently acting the lead role in a West End play.” The word ‘confidante’ had just sunk in. He felt the walls of the room closing in on him. “Ah – that wouldn’t be the one about gypsies, would it?”
Erotiske noveller skrevet af Roger Selby