Samantha’s Sex Story

I'd gone ahead of the others and arrived in Yorkshire early afternoon. Philip, my fiancee, met me at the station and as we could see fog descending we drove quickly, arriving at the house a bare hour after leaving the centre of York. It had been three weeks since we'd last seen each other and we were pretty keen to get upstairs to his bedroom. His mother, Samantha, had other ideas, however, and caught us as we were just about to creep up the old servant's stairs at the back of the house.

A slimiy built 55 year old, Samantha kept her figure by riding and striding briskly over the estate every day. When she caught us on the back stairs she'd obviously been out riding as she was still dressed in jodhpurs and boots, her thick blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She doted on Philip but wasn't that keen on me, though I think she thought me the lesser of two evils because I was in London most of the time. A girlfriend closer to home would really have cramped her style and if he had to have one, far better that she lived a couple of hundred miles away.

After enlisting our help to stable the horses and lock the dogs up for the night, a couple of hours early because of the fog, she eventually left us alone once we'd drunk coffee in the kitchen with her and told her of Philip's plans for the weekend. She was particularly concerned about the shooting arrangements as she was terrified of guns and wanted to make sure safety measures were in place.

I knew the girls would be arriving soon, if the fog didn't delay them, and I so wanted Philip to myself for a while before they got their claws into him. Not that I have to worry about them seducing him, or anything, but they do like to flirt, especially Jo, and of course, Philip revels in their attention. I suppose I'm the more staid of them all. I can't wait to get married, for example, and I haven't had as many boyfriends as them. I like having a good time, though, and Philip indulges me, not objecting to me seeing other men when I'm in London, provided, naturally, that he can see other women. We're discreet, of course, and we never tire of shagging each other, which is why we wanted a quickie before the other guests arrived.

Recently renovated, most of the rooms had en suites and Philip and I decided to have a bath, thereby combining lovemaking with the need to freshen up before dinner. Filling the bath with lots of fragrant suds, I stripped and called Philip in once I was naked and immersed in the tub. Nipples peeking just over the foam, my dark hair piled on top of my head and sweat just beginning to bead on my forehead, I knew I looked good and the look on Philip's face confirmed it. He wasted no time taking his clothes off and stepping into the bath, sidestepping my legs.

Pulling me on top of him, water sloshing over the side, he slid his hands over my tits before lifting me up and taking a nipple in his mouth. Sucking hard, making me cry out with pleasure, he bit and suckled greedily until I was sobbing for relief. As a lover of cunnilingus, however, he ordered me to stand up, feet either side of his hips, so that he could sit directly under my pussy. Flicking my clit a couple of times, he then stuck his tongue up me, almost bringing me off right then. I was determined to hold on for his cock, however, and gritted my teeth, waiting for him to tire of eating me out.

Shivering as the water dried on my skin, I told him I could take no more and knelt down in the warmth of the bath and impaled myself on Philip's cock. He groaned with delight when I took the whole length of him all the way up me, reaching back to cup his balls in my hand. As I stroked and teased him I moved back and forth, clenching my cunt muscles to make him come. It wasn't that I wanted him to come before me, rather that I was very close to coming and I so wanted to feel him fill me with spunk. I also needed to be clean of sperm and cunt cream well before dinner as a black evening dress and thong would show embarrassing stains.

Bouncing up and down on Philip's cock was the perfect antidote to a week of frustrating clients and hard work and I was soon on the verge of climaxing, my pussy muscles clamping round his cock, his grunts and my screams so loud that we failed to hear knocking on the bedroom door.

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