The Amorous Agatha Christie 04 - Sex Stories

The Amorous Agatha Christie 04

... her weight was all on her right.

"Ah, Sir, please help me. I have had the most unfortunate mishap as the train lurched into a tunnel and I have developed a leg cramp. I implore you, please assist me."

The famous crime writer looked deeply into his eyes as he graciously offered her his broad shoulder to lean on. Christie half limped, half hopped into his compartment and he steered her to his bed. He sat her on the edge and she elevated her left leg in the air.

"Please, would you massage my calf?" she asked demurely.

The bare-chested Count hesitated before lifting the hem of her nightie to the top of her knee. He proceeded to rub the soft flesh and noted her supple calf.

"The stiffness has risen to my thigh, Sir. May I ask you to administer relief?"

Agatha drew her gown up to her upper thigh and presented him with a fine view of her well-toned leg.

"Have you pain here?"

"Right there."

The amorous redhead sighed as he kneaded her thigh just above the knee. Her clear eyes stayed focused on his and she smiled at him as she wickedly pressed her foot into his groin.

"Oh, it's no use. The ache has risen and my gown is too tight. We must remove it."

She stood and turned her back to him.

"Here are the buttons. Hurry, there is no time to lose."

"I see that the buttons are fastened in the wrong order, it may require several moments to undo."

"Them rip it off of me. Go ahead, tear it."

"Are you sure?"

"Quite sure, now do it."

He used his ...

... fingers to gain purchase on the back of her gown and then rent it asunder. It came away easily and she lowered it past her shoulders down to her waist and then stepped out of it. She stood before him as naked as the day she was born.

"Do you happen to have any brandy about? The excitement has made me somewhat faint. For medicinal purposes you understand."

The Count nodded and turned to his case. He poured her a glass of Napoleon Brandy.

"Make it a large one, Excellency."

He handed her the glass and she took a huge gulp of the drink and swallowed with a hearty sigh. Then she drained the glass and handed it back to him.

"Heavens! The drink has gone straight to my head. I feel most intoxicated. Not to mention heated. Can you feel my brow?"

He bent to the bed and placed the back of his hand on her forehead. All of a sudden she grabbed the back of his head and drew his face to hers to give him a lingering kiss. He cupped her bosom and felt his cock swell accordingly.

"Do I appeal to you?"

"You know the answer to that question, Madam Christie."

He looked into those eyes of hers that reflected a pool of warmth and sensuality. Her red hair framed her pale face with groomed brows and high cheekbones. Their mouths meshed on one another again and then she whispered in his ear with a hiss of breath.

"I am here to do your bidding. Use as you wish."

Agatha leaned back and spread her legs open for him. He eyed her warily, his gaze lingering on the sight of ...