1. The Storyteller Of Brompton House - Part One


    Date: 9/21/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Rheged6, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    have demonstrated right there and then just how close she hoped to be. “Got to be close – Mrs. Harper said so,” replied Carrie, then immediately threw a hand to her mouth; she couldn’t believe what she had just let slip. 'Maybe he won’t pick up on it,' she thought, then realised – he was a storyteller with an eye for detail – no chance. She caught a glint in his eye. “Lady, the woodland realm has been saved by us this day. We must pursue our destiny, but this will mean going into the unknown. Your carriage must be stored and we proceed on foot,” he paused over-long, but Carrie was captivated and waited. “Then you won’t be driving and I won’t be keeping you company on fizzy water and we can have a bloody drink,” he declared. “Yeesss!” responded Carrie with glee, punching the air. Twenty minutes later she parked her Focus in slot number seven in the private mews, and fair dragged Cameron up to the second floor of the block to her apartment. As Carrie pulled the key from the lock and pushed the door open she paused. Turning to Cameron she grinned, “Well, Storyteller, what happens when we get to the other side of this door?” “I’m hoping we’re going to open a bottle of wine and have a drink. Then? I don’t know, but we might discuss the wisdom of Mrs. Harper. I don’t know what she said, but you let something slip you didn’t mean to at the pub, didn’t you?” They sat together on a double settee. On the low table Carrie had placed a wine cooler in which a refreshing Riesling reposed, ...
    ready for further attention. It wasn’t long before they were on to their second glass. They chatted, but a tension was building – both wondered about making the first move. Finally, Cameron put his glass down. “Carrie, when I first set eyes on you in Waterstones all I wanted to do at that moment was walk over to you and kiss you, but all I could…” Further speech was impossible, as with the speed of a striking cobra Carrie had sealed his mouth with hers. She was ripping his shirt from his trousers to get her hands on his flesh. Cameron was no more subtle in his quest for breast. Each was trying to implode the others lungs with their kissing. Carrie had flung her body over his so that his thigh was attacking her crotch as she rode him like a Sybian. At the same time, her bra had been forced up and Cameron was sucking greedily on her right nipple. He sensed her whole body responding. He continued with the hard forcing of his thigh into her groin against her clit while sucking her nipples. Her release, when it came, was as spectacular as it was loud and she clung to him, limpet-like, while the tremors of her body began to subside. Eventually she was able to take deep, but normal, breaths rather than the frantic inhalation of air usually associated with a steam engine. Cameron held her close; he lowered her down from the high, he made her know she was safe. A full five minutes passed before Carrie managed to speak. “I have never had anything so intense in my life. My God! Look at ...
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