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He didn’t waste any time
scrambling down the bed and smoothing his palms over
her buttocks, pushing the chemise up, his palms
continuing down as he prepared to push her thighs
further apart. ‘Isn’t this scandalous?’
‘Nothing is scandalous if both parties enjoy it.’
He murmured as he slid the head of his penis up her
slick cleft to her vaginal opening. He pushed inside, her
passage velvet lined with his semen, slowly so as not to
startle her and just held it in place. ‘How does that
feel?’ he asked softly as he stroked his hands over her
hips and down the front of her thighs, easing his fingers
under her garters.
‘Strange, but nice. If you see what I mean.’ She
muttered.
‘You just stay like that and leave this to me.’ He
mumbled as he slowly withdrew and eased back into
heaven in an erotic rhythm. As he elicited the first moan
from her he pushed her chemise up and over her head,
stroked his hands over her back and around onto her
breasts. He kept the pace slow and erotic; he didn’t
want to frighten her and slowly he let his right hand
drift down from her breast to her cleft and he gently
teased and tormented her clitoris. He could barely
contain himself as he felt the tiny muscles in her vagina
ripple with the first pulse of her orgasm. ‘You’re
coming.’ He gasped in ecstasy as he thrust his full length
into her and clasped her stomach to hold her still. She
cried out with every spasm as they orgasmed again and
he buried his face in her hair as his sperm cascaded into
her. He held her trembling body in his hands, to stop
her from collapsing on the bed. ‘Thank you.’ he
murmured as he slowly slid his softening manhood from
her slick body. ‘That was beautiful.’ He sighed as he
collapsed sideways and took her with him, clutching her
frail body to his chest, his face buried in her hair.
‘Well, it was different, I’ll give you that, but I’m
not sure I liked it.’ She said softly.
‘Why?’ he asked concerned and propped himself
up on his elbow and traced his lips over her upper arm.
‘I felt very exposed.’ She whispered and turned
her face away from him. ‘Very vulnerable.’ She
mumbled into the coverlet.
‘I’m sorry.’ He whispered. ‘I won’t do it again. I
didn’t realize it would make you feel uncomfortable.’
‘I’m not as experienced as you think, you know.’
She said embarrassed.
‘I wouldn’t expect you to be a courtesan.’ He
said calmly and stroked his hand down her arm.
‘Anyway, I love you just the way you are.’ He kissed her
cheek gently. ‘I should take my britches off now.’ And
he scrambled off the bed to remove his final pieces of
clothing. Unlike a lot of men, Thomas always wore
stockings on his feet. At first Victoria had sniggered
when she saw them, but at least he didn’t have smelly
feet. As he stood at the side of the huge bed removing
his clothes she looked at his fine body. It was hard to
believe he was nearly fifty, his shoulders were muscular
and his chest broad, with a fine mat of dark hair. His
abdomen was like a greyhound, concave stomach and
flat belly with a line of hair down to the bush in his
groin. His hips were lean and his thighs well muscled
from years of riding. His buttocks were just as firm and
his manhood impressive, even when it was flaccid. He
turned away to throw his britches onto a chair and she
marvelled again at his back and the huge trapezius
muscles that rippled with his movements.
She climbed on her knees and shuffled to the
edge of the bed and as Thomas turned back she
murmured. ‘You are such a sexy man.’ And kissed his
chest as her fingers stroked down his body to his flaccid
manhood. Taking it gently in her hand, she stroked it
from tip to base and gasped as it seemed to expand to
twice the size.
‘If you play with that, my love,’ he said hoarsely,
‘you should expect it to spit in your eye.’
She looked up at him and smiled. ‘I would have
to have my face close to it for that.’ She said