Stairway to Perdition: Part 1: Barbara - Sex Stories

Stairway to Perdition: Part 1: Barbara

... overtook him at this point, but rapidly vanished when she replied, “Oh yes, very much so. See you in a minute at your car?” “On my way,” he answered. Drew nipped hurriedly back to his room which was only a few yards away, slipped off his white coat, put on his black leather jacket, locked up and then walked briskly to his car. He lowered the soft roof, and as he secured it, Barbara came out of the nearby nurse’s home. She waved as she swayed elegantly towards him. “Bet she has had ballet training,” muttered Drew to himself. Barbara looked stunning. She wore a mid thigh length black leather skirt, black stockings, and pair of knee high black leather boots. She also wore a bright yellow knitted, ribbed, roll necked top and had matched her skirt with a neatly cut black leather jacket. Given her incredible figure, the combined effect would certainly turn heads. “Oh my God,” exclaimed Drew appreciatively, “You look amazing. We both clearly have a thing for wearing leather.” “Why thank-you kind sir,” she murmured, “I just love the feel of it, don’t you?” “Oh, it certainly stirs things up a bit,” he grinned back as he opened the passenger side door. “Do hop in.” Barbara slipped deftly into the car, first pushing her bottom back onto the soft leather seat, then twisting neatly around to slide both her legs into the foot well without exposing any inner thigh to view. The entire movement looked seductive, but also tastefully refined. She smiled at him with a somewhat impish smirk on ...

... her face as he closed the door and went around to the driver’s side. Sliding into the driver’s seat, a wave of sophisticated perfume, instantly recognisable as Chanel No 5, filled his nostrils. It wasn’t what most young women of her age wore; Drew was intrigued by the choice. “That smells divine,” he observed. “My favourite,” she responded. “Now where would you like to go?” he asked. “Well... I have never been to Leith Hill,” she said, “and it would be nice to go up there to admire the view, then perhaps have a cream tea somewhere nearby afterwards.” “No problem, I know that particular area quite well... won’t need a map... and there is a great place for tea at Abinger Hammer, not far away from Leith Hill. Did you know the tower at the top makes it a thousand feet above sea level?” “No I didn’t,” she laughed “Trust you to know something trivial like that!” He started the engine, and the big V8 rumbled into life, the twin exhausts puttering away with a soft deep growl. Moving into gear, he reversed out the space, crossed the car park and slid the car gently out onto the main road, and smoothly changing up the gears heading south towards the town of Dorking. The car purred effortlessly along, sitting obediently in the traffic, the wind rustling Barbara’s hair gently. “Well this is all very smooth,” remarked Barbara after a few minutes of silence. “It is really comfortable, but not that exciting is it? All this luxury and leather... an older man’s fantasy maybe?” she continued ...