Stairway to Perdition: Part 1: Barbara - Sex Stories

Stairway to Perdition: Part 1: Barbara

... finding the tops of her stockings and flattening his palms across the smooth, soft, bare skin above it. Moaning appreciatively Barbara ground her pelvis hard at his groin squeezing and squashing his steadily growing member with her mound. After a couple of minutes of veritably consuming each other in their rising passion they broke for breath. “That is a bit more like it, I am a lot more convinced now,” she panted, before urgently returning for more. The view temporarily forgotten, they continued to bump, groan, and grind at each other with mounting ferocity until the sound of footsteps coming up the staircase jerked them rudely back to reality. Barbara stared at him. “Damn...” she muttered with obvious disappointment. “It would have been fabulous to do it up here against these battlements. I really like fucking outside, especially when we might get caught out, but it might give them a heart attack to see your naked arse pumping up and down!” she laughed, looking over his shoulders at the elderly, anorak clad, couple who had just emerged onto the roof, replete with their map, binoculars and picnic basket. Drew looked round, stifling his laughter with a snort to avoid drawing too much attention. He withdrew his hands from her exposed buns and pulled the leather back down over them as their bodies separated. “Perhaps we had better go and get that tea,” he suggested. They went back down the stairs and out onto the lawns again. Arm in arm now that there was something of a ...

... physical connection between them, they strolled contentedly back down the hill, snatching the odd kiss on the way. Reaching the car, they set off for the little village of Abinger Hammer in search of a tea shop Drew had remembered visiting one Sunday afternoon as a child. The village wasn’t far away, and the tea shop was still there, close by the large feature clock which distinguished the place. Every hour, doors above the clock face would open; a half sized mannequin carrying a hammer would come out to strike an anvil with the correct number of strokes to declare the hour. Drew and Barbara went into the shop and ordered their tea, which was brought to them as they sat in the sun at a table out on the lawn alongside it. After making small talk and joking mildly, it was abundantly clear that their attraction was indeed mutual, and they were easy in each other’s company. Quite unexpectedly, Barbara changed the mood. Looking at Drew intently, she brought a more serious note into their conversation. “Before we go any further, we perhaps... maybe... ought to understand each other a bit more. What I mean is, I am not into having deep relationships right now. It is too early for that in my life, but I do... like I said up there... I meant it; I really want to fuck your brains out,” she said slowly and carefully. “Gordon Bennett!” replied Drew taken aback by her outspoken and incredibly direct approach. He turned bright red with embarrassment. Now knocked completely off balance he didn’t ...