1. The Storyteller of Brompton House - part two


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Rheged6, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    with the en suite bathroom. It was huge. Like her, he had a walk in shower with all round jets. The large corner bath was set up two steps, and equipped with a Jacuzzi. The toilet and bidet were set behind a discreet screen allowing for their use while someone else bathed. From a huge airing cupboard Cat retrieved two super soft robes. Carrie had to belt hers high to shorten it, which meant her breasts were easily visible; a state of affairs Cat declared to be most acceptable. “The kitchen first, that’s where the wine is, and I will start to get a meal put together.” “How long have you lived here?” asked Carrie. “My Grandparents bought it just after the war and Mum and Dad passed it on to me when they went to live in Provence four years ago. I have done all the major changes to the basement, updated the kitchen and my bedroom, and my workspace upstairs which you will see in a bit." "Right! I’ve got a nice piece of pork tenderloin which we can do in a creamy Calvados sauce with mushrooms and pancetta, simple rice and broccoli and carrots. Will that do, do you think? I don’t want to spend too much time cooking, I rather fancy a bit more lovemaking." They explored the basement and Carrie thought to herself that it would be a perfect setting for a gathering of the girls. There were eight bedrooms in all, but Carrie was stunned by the huge work area on the top floor. The window opening on to a walkway around the roof and Carrie marveled at the long wide garden. Inside, she ...
    explored the rows of bookshelves. “My God!” she cried. “Lots of erotic stories.” “I write under a few different names. I wrote those for the Black Lace series as Alicia de Lisle. When I post to the internet, I am Skald of Yorvik.” “So you write for grown-ups, as well?” “Girl, I will tell you some stories that will make your hair curl, and your clit masturbate itself.” “Oh goody! I can’t wait.” They carried their wine through the huge dining room onto the south facing patio. They were completely screened from view and Carrie slipped her robe off. “I love being naked in warm sun. I love to feel the air flowing on my breasts and over my pussy, but there’s not a lot of opportunity as a rule.” Cat slipped his robe off too and they walked into the garden hand in hand. “We cannot be seen this side of the Oak tree – I like it too.” Carrie turned to him with lust. “Tell me a story.” “I take it you don’t mean one that I would recite in Waterstones?” She nodded. “I had better tell you about our girl’s nights sometime. Samantha Donald was in my tutor group at Uni and we call her Sadie; if you can get as filthy as Sadie, I shall be very impressed. But first,” she put down her glass on a stone bench and knelt in front of him. She took his prick into her mouth and cupped his balls. She sucked gently while she caressed him and in moments the hardness began to return. Standing up she smiled at him and licked her lips. ”Regard that as a call to arms, Skald of Yorvik.” “Basement,” he responded with a ...
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