London's Burning - Sex Stories

London's Burning

... “You had a lucky escape.” “Escape?” “When I saw the horses hit you, I…” The skin crinkled around Jeremiah’s eyes. “Well, I feared the worse.” “Horses?” Meggi asked. “Oh, you foolish girl!” Anne cried. “You could have been killed!” Jeremiah moved his body to shield Meggi from both the sun and the hysterical words of her friend. “Give the girl some air,” Jeremiah snapped, before turning back to his patient. “There’s blood on your cheek, Meggi. Shall I wipe it away?” Meggi gasped as Jeremiah rubbed his scented handkerchief across her face. “I’ve hurt you. I’m sorry.” Heat rushed to all areas of her body, including the cheek which had just been wiped by the most handsome man Meggi had ever seen. “No,” she said, feeling embarrassed by her body’s response. “I need to…” she said, squirming. “Please, be still,” Jeremiah instructed, placing his hands on Meggi’s shoulders. Meggi gasped as his fingers pressed into her flesh and again as Jeremiah moved his hands down her body and squeezed again. “What… what are you doing to me?” “Checking that nothing is broken,” Jeremiah said loudly. His hands finished tracing down Meggi’s arms and started running down her chest. Meggi gasped as she felt gentle pressure running over her breasts. “Does it hurt here?” Jeremiah asked, squashing down on both breasts. “Surely he can feel my heart pounding?” Meggi thought, as his fingers skirted around the bottom of her ribcage. “You are fortunate that you are so… slender,” Jeremiah murmured. Meggi knew that ...

... Jeremiah had changed the word he’d been thinking and felt her cheeks colour. “It appears that you bounced.” “I feel queasy,” Meggi groaned as Jeremiah gripped her hips. She was finding it increasingly difficult to cope with the way Jeremiah was touching her and but for the ring of faces peering down, she might have given in to the temptation to lift her lips to those of Mr Johnson. “Give the woman space… and get a carriage!” Jeremiah shouted. “A carriage?” Anne asked. “It is best to be cautious in such situations. I shall take Miss Jordan back to my house where she can be attended to by my physician.” “I shall come with you,” Anne announced. “That won’t be necessary,” Mr Johnson said. “And I’m sure you’ll be anxious to let Miss Jordan’s employers know what has befallen her.” “Well, yes. I suppose,” Anne said, folding her skirts as she backed away. “I shall pray for you, Meggi.” “It won’t do me any good, dear Anne,” Meggi groaned, squinting up at the white disk of the sun hanging in the smoke-scarred sky. Anne frowned. “You see, you’ll be praying to the wrong God.” Anne hid her open mouth behind her gloved-hand as Jeremiah carefully lifted Meggi towards the waiting coach. “Hurry, man. She’s delirious!” ***** Meggi had grown quite used to the elegant room. She could see the sun blazing away through the high windows but somehow there was no heat from it. In fact the room was cold. The door opened. Even though her eyes were closed, Meggi knew that it was Jeremiah padding softly ...