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  Love you,

  Chris.

  Bobby folded the note and dropped it into a drawer, then stretched out wide. This is going to be a good week.

  She was just beginning to drop off when the phone rang. She let it ring for as long as she could bear, then snatched up the receiver.

  “Hello?”

  “Ooh, feel the bitchy,” Mimi said with a laugh. “Interrupted something, did I?”

  “My sleep. Is something wrong at work?” Bobby sat up. “It’s not that damn glassware advert again, is it?”

  “No, no. Nothing major, honey. You will need to come in around two-ish, though, to sign a contract. I tried to reschedule, but it was a no-go.”

  She sighed and glanced at the clock. There was a long time till two, at least, and Chris wouldn’t mind if it was quick.

  “All right, but I’ll be straight out again after.”

  “Sure.” Mimi’s voice dropped lower. “So, how’s it going?”

  Bobby grinned. “So far, so good. He’s out getting me breakfast.”

  “Well, be sure to reward him, if you know what I mean. It’s about both of you, after all. He got any fantasies?”

  “Uh, I don’t know.” The most exotic thing she could think of was the odd bout of shower sex. “I mean he must have, but I’ve never asked.”

  “Jeez, girl, ask him! Then tell him yours, and make sure both get done.”

  She bit her lip as she pondered her own. “I’ll try, but mine’s a little…”

  “Out there? Kinky?”

  “Illegal.”

  “Whoa.” Mimi laughed. “I’m not going to ask, pervert. Anyway, ask him, tell him yours, get ‘em done. I’ll see you at two.”

  * * * *

  Chris arrived an hour later, and she was pleasantly surprised to find he’d switched the order of breakfasts. She woke at just after ten to find his head between her legs, and the surprise sped up the already brewing orgasm. When he came up for air, his mouth was dripping with her juices.

  “Morning, sexy,” he said as he leaned in to kiss her, giving her a taste of herself. “Breakfast will be served in ten minutes.”

  “Gives me time to shower, then.” She threw the sheets aside and stretched. “Coming?”

  “I’d love to, but I need to make your eggs. We can always take another shower later.”

  She watched him leave, then jumped under the hot water, shivering as the water met her still sensitive pussy. Something I’ll have to get used to over the next few days. She was out as fast as she could manage, then traipsed downstairs in a towel, careful not to trip on the bottom of it.

  Chris was by the table, pouring freshly squeezed orange juice into a glass beside a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and French toast with powdered sugar. He looked up as she entered and grinned at the sight of her.

  “Yum.” He pulled out a chair for her. “I have a surprise for you.”

  Bobby raised an eyebrow. “Is that a fact?”

  “Uh huh. But you can’t have it until you’ve eaten.” He snatched a piece of toast from her plate. “There, I helped.”

  She didn’t realise how hungry she was until she started eating, and devoured the breakfast before Chris could grab anything else. The advantages of having a chef for a boyfriend.

  “I need to pop in to work at two, but it’s only for a few minutes.” She downed the orange juice. “Just a contract that needs signing.”

  “No problem, sweetie.” Chris slid a hand in his pocket, bringing it out closed. “We can stop in on the way there.”

  “Way where? We going somewhere?”

  “Close your eyes and open your hand.”

  She did as she was told and frowned as cold metal landed in her palm. She opened her eyes to find a long old-fashioned key with a tatty piece of string hanging from it.

  “We’re travelling to the past?”

  Chris grinned wide and took the key back. “Know my old buddy Nick? The property developer? Well, he’s off on a business trip around about…” He looked at his watch. “Twenty minutes ago. This key is to his cottage up in the hills.”

  “The one he emailed photos of?” She remembered calling him many names out of jealousy. “With the views?”

  “That’s the one. The traffic is lousy, apparently, but if we can get out of here by one, we can stop at the office and still be at the house in time to watch the sunset.”

  Bobby grinned and jumped to her feet. “I’ll go pack!”

  “Ah ah!” Chris held out a hand. “First I want my reward. Lemme see what’s under the towel.”

  “This thing? Why, there’s nothing under here.” She pulled the tuck from the top and let it fall away. “Nothing at all.”

  * * * *

  When the time to leave rolled around, Bobby was packed. As she had to drop into work on the way, she’d gone for a simple knee-length A-line and matching blouse. The contents of the suitcase were another matter entirely. Apart from a few sensible items, like her favourite sweatpants and top, the rest was designed purely to keep Chris drooling. Skimpy tops, tight pants, short shorts. All the underwear was silk lace, and she’d even thrown in a short black slip that she was pretty sure she’d never even worn.

  “You ready, honey?” came a call from downstairs.

  “Just a second.”

  Chris had, of course, been ready within ten minutes, but she’d forbidden him from watching her pack. That would spoil the surprise. Speaking of which… She glanced at the door, then dropped to her knees and slid her arm under the bed. After some groping her fingers found the edge of a cardboard box.

  It had been a gag gift from Mimi last year, and had remained under the bed ever since. The pack was labelled ‘The Essentials’ and underneath it was a photo of a buff man wearing nothing more than a well-placed price label. She glanced back at the door again, then pulled the lid from the box. Inside was a silky blindfold, a pair of fluffy handcuffs, lube, and a slim chrome vibrator with a speed setting adjuster on the base. Let’s hope the batteries still work.

  “Bobby?”

  She jumped and scrabbled to put the lid back, then realised Chris was still downstairs.

  “Sorry, sweetie,” she called back as she dropped the box into her suitcase. “Couldn’t find my purse. On my way.”

  The drive to the office was quiet on both their parts. Bobby didn’t mention it, but she was nervous about the weekend. She had told herself she’d ask about his fantasies on the trip there, as something to talk about. She hoped to God he wasn’t into anything too freaky. Part of her did, anyway. The other part wanted to play, no matter the rules of the game.

  She pulled up at the back of her building.

  “I’ll be right back, sweetie.”

  “You’d better be.” Chris winked. “I have plans for you tonight, you know.”

  She grinned as she got out of the car and headed in through the back door. Mimi was waiting for her and led her to one of the executive offices on the top floor.

  “Shouldn’t take long,” she said as they walked. “I saw a suitcase on the back seat. You off somewhere for the weekend?”

  Bobby told her about the cottage, and got a, “Lucky cow,” in response.

  “Just try not to leave any tell-tale stains, huh?”

  “Good God, Mimi.” Bobby started to colour. “You’re obscene.”

  “Pfft.”

  The meeting ran a little longer than Bobby would have liked, while lawyers from both sides wrangled with a clause somewhere in the small print. She sat back and flipped out her phone, then sent a quick text to Chris. He replied a few minutes later with, “No worries. I’m just jerking off to pass the time.”

  She wished she hadn’t been drinking when she read it, and nearly choked. The other people in the room glanced up at her for a moment, then went back to the contract. Five minutes later it was signed and hands were shaken. A minute later she was out the door and in Mimi’s company again.

  “Did you ask Chris about his fantasy yet?”

&nb
sp; “Going to on the trip over. Should kill some time.”

  She smirked. “Know what else does? Pulling over in a lay-by for a quickie.”

  Bobby rolled her eyes, but she had to admit the idea held some appeal. All those people so close by… “I’ll see you Tuesday.”

  “With lots of juicy details, right?” Mimi waggled her eyebrows. “Have fun.”

  * * * *

  Chris got up and opened the driver’s side door for Bobby as she approached, then headed back around to his side. “Sure you don’t want me to drive?”

  “The way you drive? Hell no.”

  “Hey, I drive like a professional!”

  “Yeah.” She pulled the car out of the spot. “A professional chef.”

  He pouted. “I was thinking more a race car driver, actually.”

  “Explains the speeding.”

  “Well, excuse me for wanting to get there faster so I’ve more time to plough you.”

  “Plough me?” She laughed. “Is this some farming fetish I don’t know about?”

  He reached over and pinched her arm.

  “Not while I’m driving, ya nut.” She adjusted her hands on the wheel as they pulled into traffic. “That reminds me, actually.”

  “The pinching or the ploughing?”

  “Both, kinda.” She licked her lips. “Do you have any fantasies? With, y’know, sex.”

  “Oh, nothing major.” He scratched at his chin. “You’re into fucking on heavy agricultural equipment, right?”

  She threw him a glare. “You’re not making this easy, Chris.”

  “Sorry. All right, I’ll tell you mine, but then you have to tell me yours.”

  “Deal.”

  He was quiet again for a moment. “Okay, now I’m not into this to extremes or anything, but I’m curious about being tied up.” He cleared his throat. “And maybe tying someone else up.”

  It was obvious he was nervous, so Bobby tried not to grin. Looks like those handcuffs may come in handy. The idea of fixing him to the bed was appealing indeed. As for being tied up herself? She had to admit the idea of Chris taking complete control made her warm downstairs.

  “Okay, we can work with that, I guess,” she said, taking her eyes off the road for a second to see his red cheeks. “You’re burning up, mister.”

  He laughed and wound down his window a crack. “I didn’t know how you’d take it. Anyway, it’s your turn.”

  “All right, but mine is kind of, um, unlawful.” Her heart began to speed at just the thought. “If we got caught, anyway.”

  From the corner of her eye she saw Chris turn to face her. “Seriously? What the heck is it?”

  She swallowed. “Having sex. Uh, in public.”

  No reply. Shit. Take it back! Say you were jo—

  “Okay.”

  Bobby nearly swerved off the road in shock. “Really? You’re okay with that?”

  “Well, it depends what you mean by public. Dropping my pants in the middle of a shopping centre isn’t something I’d want to try without a lot of whisky.”

  “I was thinking about a park or something, with the odd person about, but not too many.” Her hands were slick on the wheel. “Like, we sit on a park bench and make it look like I’m just sat on your lap.”

  “Oh, I get it. That turns you on?”

  She nodded. “It’s the idea of someone walking past and not twigging.” Or maybe knowing exactly what we’re doing… “It’s something I’d like to try, anyway. I think it could be fun.”

  “Providing we don’t get caught.”

  “Well, yeah. If you don’t want to do it, it’s okay.”

  He placed a warm hand on her thigh. “No, I’ll do it. We just need to find the right spot.” He slid his hand to her crotch and worked his finger over the material covering her clit. “Other than this spot, of course.”

  She bit her lip and glanced around at the other cars. No one was paying attention. Still, the feeling that someone could be watching intensified what Chris was doing. She could only imagine how much more intense it would be outdoors.

  As she shifted gear, she paused to undo the buttons on her skirt before gripping the wheel again. Chris needed no other hint and slid his hand beneath the fabric, his fingers moving under her panties and over the slick flesh of her pussy.

  “Oh, God.” She bit her lip again and forced herself to concentrate on driving. “Don’t stop.”

  “Never,” he said as he slid one, then two fingers inside her. “Not until you come.” He swivelled in his seat a little so he could work. “Not even if someone looks in.”

  She groaned at that and redoubled her efforts not to crash the car. There was a lay-by up on the left, and she flipped on the indicator.

  “Don’t want to crash,” she murmured as she switched lanes.

  “Probably wise.” He worked the heel of his thumb against her clit. “Stay close to the road though.”

  She did as she was told and managed to get the car into the parking spot without causing a pile up. She pulled the handbrake and let out a moan as her pussy quivered in response to Chris’ quick fingers.

  His free hand moved to his fly and with a groan of his own, he pulled his cock free and began to stroke it in time with the thrusts into her pussy. She watched as he jerked, the action heightening her excitement. She’d never mentioned it to him, but she always loved to watch him masturbate. She felt a familiar spasm and began to work her clit herself, not taking her eyes of his cock.

  “Fuck.” Chris moaned as she contracted around his fingers. “You feel so good.”

  He increased the speed of his strokes as he sped his fingers inside her. Bobby’s hands were shaking now as she felt the moment draw ever closer. A moment later she came hard, and bent over and took Chris’ cock in her mouth just in time for it to spurt, hitting the back of her throat and almost making her gag. Chris cried out but she kept sucking, her head bobbing up and down on his shaft until he sagged, panting.

  “God, that was something else.” He took a deep breath. “Wasn’t expecting the last part. Surprised you could bend far enough.”

  She sat up and opened her mouth, letting him see his semen on her tongue. “This?” She swallowed, then leaned in to kiss him. “Just didn’t want you staining the car.”

  “In that case…” He pulled his fingers from her and sucked them clean. “There, good as new.” He rolled his shoulder. “As hot as that was, I nearly dislocated at least two joints.”

  Bobby laughed and re-buttoned her skirt. “Wuss.”

  Chapter Three

  Just as they had hoped, they pulled off the road and onto the gravel driveway of the cottage with at least twenty minutes to go before sunset. Bobby was first out of the car, followed closely by Chris and the bags.

  “Ever the gentleman.” She slid her hands around his waist and kissed him on the nose. “Come on, if we’re quick we can be back outside in time to watch the sun go down.”

  “Go down, eh?” He winked. “There’s an idea.”

  She rolled her eyes at him then let go so he could take the cases inside. I want this house. She stared longingly at the thatched roof that dropped down almost to the top of the windows. The place had to be at least a hundred years old, but had been well looked after. Not even an inch of missing mortar between the old stones, that she could see. And the view! Two hundred yards from the back door, the ground dropped away, swooping into rolling hill after rolling hill, leaving mile upon mile to be studied and savoured.

  “Are you coming in?” Chris called from somewhere inside.

  Bobby flipped the car lock from her key then stepped inside. “All right, keep your pants on.”

  The front door led into the kitchen, which was a mishmash of old and new. Coffee maker sat on solid oak worktop, refrigerator stood beside shelved pantry. Chris was in the middle of the room, grinning like a loon.

  “Look at this place!” He ran a hand over the worktop. “Think of all the meals that have been prepared on this. It’s about the
right height to bend you over, too.”

  “Promises, promises.” She pointed to the second door. “Come on. Sunset.”

  Ten minutes later they were sat at a picnic table with their backs to the house as they watched the sun drop beneath the horizon. Chris’ hand slid over hers and she turned to look at him. He smiled back at her, then lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles, one by one.

  “One day, we’ll be in a house like this.”

  She scooted closer on the bench so she could kiss his cheek. “Don’t suppose Nick is after selling this place for way below its asking price?”

  Chris laughed. “If he was, we’d already have an offer in.”

  * * * *

  The cottage’s bathroom was tiny, but it had a regular stand-up shower, and that was all Bobby cared about. Their fun in the lay-by had been nearly three hours ago, and she was still in the same skirt and panties. She slipped out of her clothes and set the shower as hot as it would go.

  God, it felt good to get clean again. She was all for orgasms, especially unexpected ones, but very little could beat a good long bask in the heat of a power shower.

  She was so wrapped up in the sensation of water on flesh that she didn’t notice Chris’ appearance until his erect cock was pushed up against her ass.

  “Room for one more?”

  “Not in there, there ain’t.” Although, it is a fantasy weekend…

  “Shame.”

  Bobby grinned, turned around under the water and gripped his shaft. “You know,” she said as she began to stroke. “I was just thinking that nothing beat a shower. Looks like I was wrong.”

  She dropped to her knees so she was at eye level with his crotch. This close, his cock looked enormous. She ran her tongue along its length, making Chris shudder and put his hands against the shower wall to steady himself.

  “That feels so good.”