Stairway to Perdition: Part 1: Barbara - Sex Stories

Stairway to Perdition: Part 1: Barbara

... a relatively confined space served to accentuate the feeling of exhilaration which was still being experienced, but discreetly hidden, by his passenger. Drew, being in control, was more relaxed, whereas Barbara, being relatively helpless, experienced, as intended, a continual mixture of anxiety, exhilaration, and adrenaline fuelled expectation. And then, suddenly, they were there. The entrance to the car park at the bottom of the hill itself was on their left. Drew braked hard and turned sharply into it, sliding gently and smoothly into the first available space. He turned to look at her, and switched the engine off. Barbara looked back at him with a broad smile on her face. “I could get used to driving this,” she said, tilting her head in that seductive way she had. “Stranger things have happened,” remarked Drew. Barbara leaned across and kissed his cheek lightly, then, springing back, opened the door on her side. “Come on then, let’s go and see this view,” she cried, jumping enthusiastically out of the car. They walked over to a path leading up the steep slope of the hill and began to climb. It was quite a way to the top, and the path wended its way up through a pleasant wooded area. The sun cast a bright light streaming down in shards through the foliage, and the birds were singing loudly. As it was a weekday afternoon in early October, there were only a very few other people about, so the two of them had the beautiful place virtually to themselves. Eventually they came ...

... out of the trees on to a large flat lawn of open grassland. In the middle was a castellated tower, to which the path led. A spiral staircase, built within a columnar outcrop at one corner led up to the observation area, and then rose up a bit more to create a turret which bore an empty flagpole at the very top. Drew and Barbara went up the stairs inside the cool and slightly damp tower before emerging onto the flat roof. Gazing between the crenels on the south face they were treated to the amazing view across the Weald. “Magnificent, isn’t it,” commented Drew. “Absolutely fabulous,” she murmured, “So clear and you can see so far.” As they took in the view Drew slipped his arm around her waist. She responded by pressing her hip firmly back against his thigh. Very slowly he slid his hand down and back to gently caress the leather which tightly covered her buttock, before squeezing it softly. “Cheeky,” muttered Barbara as she nonetheless turned towards him. Noting they were alone, she reached up and put her arm around his neck, drawing him in for the inevitable meeting of their lips. Emboldened by this intimacy, Drew’s other hand came around so that both hands now pulled her bottom towards him. Their lips met as they eagerly tasted each other. A second or two later their tongues collided, pushing steadily together as they explored each other. Drew squeezed those lovely buns harder as he pulled her harder against him. He lifted the hem of her skirt to slide his hands underneath ...