Amanda's Sex Story

Siobhan, Jo, Harriet and I met at law college and have kept in touch ever since. Intelligent, ambitious and extremely well paid, we work for different legal firms in the city but often meet up after work for a drink before braving the Tube.

Despite routinely working twelve hour days and dealing with awkward clients, we love our jobs, but we do need to unwind regularly, mostly at weekends, which is the time we really let our hair down. A Friday overnight to New York, Paris, Rome, or wherever else takes our fancy is a regular occurrence, but very often you can find us weekending with friends on a country estate. Not that we shoot or fish, you understand, but we do like to get as far away from work as it's possible to be and we like to drink and have a good time. And where better to do that than out in the country, or even out of the country.

A few weeks ago we received an invitation to Siobhan's future in-law's pile in Yorkshire. They own vast tracts of land near the Yorkshire Wolds and despite the harshness of the weather and the isolation of the house it's one of my favourite places to be.

We were greeted at York station by the Cranes' chauffeur and thick, freezing fog. Wisps of mist forming ghostlike shapes in the headlights of the car made me shiver and draw my coat more tightly around me as we crawled along country lanes, fog lamps barely penetrating the gloom. Eerily silent, damp and miserable, the countryside was anything but appealing at that time of night and I was looking forward to the hot toddy I knew Samantha Crane would have waiting for us. I was also looking forward to seeing who else had been invited for the weekend and was particularly hoping that there would be plenty of men to amuse us. I expect you're thinking I'm man mad but I can safely leave that distinction to Jo, the youngest of us at 29. She's the one who can't go more than five minutes without a good looking bloke to service her. I'm more discerning. Don't misunderstand me, I love sex, particularly with the hooray Henries usually present at the type of hunting, shooting and fishing weekends where we girls are expected to cater to them whilst they're outdoors. Indoors, however, I expect them to cater to my needs. High flyers in the city are more my type, as a general rule, but when I'm surrounded by the top drawer eager to show me a good time, especially during weekends when I need something to help me relax, I'm more than happy to spread my legs.

The prospect of corridor creeping, long lie-ins, dressing for dinner and country walks with hip flasks cheered me as we neared the house via the long tree-lined drive; even the others, moaning till then about the cold and the length of time it took to get to the house from the station, perked up when the lights of the house came into view.

Excited barking from the beagles in the kennels assaulted our ears as we climbed from the car and Kaiber, the Crane's huge black Labrador, bounded down the drive to whip us with his tail as he sniffed each of us in turn. Siobhan, who had arrived that afternoon and was already dressed in jeans and a thick sweater stormed down the steps, instructed the staff where to put our bags, and let rip at Jo for us being late, the silly tart. She soon calmed down, however, and led us into the drawing room for drinks. A quick sweep of the room and I knew who I was going to sleep with that night. Andrew -standing in the middle of a group of about six men - had short dark hair and a wicked smile. I'd slept with him a couple of times before and he was never disappointing. Unfortunately, Harry had seen him too and I didn't relish the thought of a cat-fight over a man. Not that we fight normally, in fact the only other time I can remember the four of us falling out was over a gorgeous Fendi handbag Siobhan had managed to snag in Harrods a year ago.
A quick word with Harry when we went to dress for dinner and I managed to divert her attention from Andrew and focus it instead upon James, a property developer waiting to inherit his family's pile down in Sussex.

Dinner went well but I was completely bushed and made my excuses, catching Andrew's eye as I rose from the table. He knocked on my door about ten minutes later and immediately took me in his arms. Tasting strawberry sorbet on his lips I took his tongue in my mouth while he ran his hands all over my naked body. Walking me backwards to the bed, his hands diving between my legs as I fell back, sprawling, across it, he grinned as he unzipped his fly and eased his cock out. Laughing at his eagerness, I grasped his dick and guided it to my cunt, raising my hips and taking him deep inside me. Quite unforgivably, I fell asleep as soon as I'd climaxed and Andrew had to finish without me, poor thing.