‘I noticed your friends were all at home today.’ His tone was light and conversational. She marvelled at the change in him overnight.
‘Yes, I mean, no.’ She, on the other hand, seemed to be having a little more difficulty organising her thought processes.
‘Which is it to be then, yes or no?’ He kneaded the tightly clenched muscles at the base of her neck and the last vestiges of her hangover disappeared as if by magic.
‘Oh, God, that’s better,’ she groaned, then added, ‘In answer to your question, they were here earlier but they’re not here now.’
‘I see.’
He continued to massage her in silence for a few more minutes, then he replaced the lid on the bottle with a decisive ‘snap’. She couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed that he’d finished so soon.
‘Would you like a drink?’ She gestured towards the table which bore the jug of Pimms.
He noticed there were two glasses but said nothing and simply poured out a drink for each of them. Now she was in a quandary. She wanted to take a sip of her drink but couldn’t do so without sitting up. For a moment or two she groped around surreptitiously for her bikini top then, to her horror, she noticed that it was hanging on the back of his chair. He must have picked it up when he arrived, she thought, her mind whirling. She had no choice but to sit up.
Hoping that she was exuding an air of graceful ease she pushed herself up with her arms, then turned over and stared him straight in the eye. There was no doubt her sudden movement had an impact upon him – his face flushed and she could tell he was trying desperately to keep his eyes trained above her shoulders. Reaching across to the table to take her glass, she noticed his eyes followed her and thought she heard him inhale deeply. She sipped her drink and searched her mind for something innocuous to say.
‘Darius, I mean, Mr Harwood, stopped by here again last night. He’s invited us all to a party. Will you be there?’
‘He fancies you, y’know.’ Torran spoke matter of factly.
‘What?’ His words took Hillary completely by surprise. In her confusion she took a large swallow of her Pimms and almost choked, her breasts shuddering as she struggled for breath. She had to give Torran credit for pretending not to notice.
With a totally inscrutable expression on his face he repeated his statement. ‘Darius. He fancies you, anyone can see that.’
Hillary blushed. Feeling extraordinarily pleased and excited, she could sense the familiar tingling sensation deep in her belly.
‘Mind you, I can’t blame him,’ Torran continued, obviously feeling a little bolder. ‘You’re a fine-looking woman.’ At last he allowed his eyes to travel across the bronzed, naked globes of her breasts, then continue on their journey.
She glanced down her body, seeing herself as he saw her, tanned, slim, with long athletic legs. Nevertheless, she couldn’t help noticing that he referred to her as a woman rather than a girl.
For the second time in as many days, she felt as though she were sitting opposite a man, not a boy and she desired him as a man. She opened her mouth to speak but Fearn’s lilting call carried over the short expanse between the two wings of the house.
Torran jumped up hurriedly, almost spilling his drink in the process. ‘I’d better be going.’
Hillary nodded, watching him thoughtfully until he reached the far side of the kitchen garden, then he disappeared from view. Although she expected him all day, he didn’t reappear. Eventually she went inside the house, desperate for another shower to cool her down and wash the oil and perspiration from her sun-soaked flesh. She padded into her bathroom and stepped out of her bikini bottoms. When she turned on the shower nothing happened. Cursing quietly under her breath, she turned it off and on again a couple of times but still nothing happened.
‘That’s all I need,’ she muttered to herself angrily.
Wrapping herself in a short white towel, she tried Alicia’s shower, then Chloe’s and finally Odile’s. None of them was working.
‘Damn!’ She surveyed her surroundings for a few seconds, tapping her foot and wondering what she should do next.
She picked up the telephone and dialled the number Darius had given them for such eventualities. Although he wasn’t there, she spoke to his secretary who assured her that it was probably just a case of temperamental plumbing.
‘It’s probably working perfectly okay everywhere else,’ the woman added brightly.
Hillary thanked her, put down the receiver and thought about her words for a few minutes – if what she said was right there was a chance that the showers were working perfectly in the main house. After pausing only to collect her washbag, she walked decisively down the hallway and pushed open the swing doors that connected the two parts of the building. She had expected to hear some sounds, possibly of music or Fearn’s vacuum cleaner, but everything was bathed in total silence. She opened the first door she came to but the room was completely empty, as were many of the others she tried.
‘Hello!’ she called quietly, then a little more loudly, ‘Torran! Fearn! Anybody!’
She marched on down the hallway trying door handles until she came to a room similar in layout to the sitting room in her own quarters where she found Torran sitting alone watching a tennis match on TV.
If he was surprised to see her standing there clad only in a short towel, he didn’t show it. ‘Are you looking for someone in particular?’
‘Where is everyone?’
Torran stood up and faced her, his palms turned towards her in a gesture of friendliness. ‘What’s the matter, Hillary? Can I help?’
It was the first time he had actually used her name and it sounded strange coming from his lips. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, she struggled to maintain her equilibrium. With a falsely casual air, she waved the wash bag in front of her. ‘The showers in our wing have packed up and I was wondering if yours were still working.’
He smiled, his hazel eyes forming deep creases at the corners. ‘Let’s see.’
He led the way to the nearest en-suite room and she looked quickly around. From the few masculine bits and pieces scattered about it looked as though he had chosen his own room. He reached into the shower cubicle and it immediately gushed into life.
‘No problem here,’ he said, shaking water droplets from his arm.
‘Do you mind?’ Hillary gestured towards the shower; the fall of clear water looked so inviting she forgot all about her reservations.
He stepped back. ‘No, feel free.’
She waited but he seemed in no hurry to leave. Finally, she raised her eyebrows and looked directly at him. ‘Do you mind?’ she said again.
He backed out of the room, embarrassed. As soon as he had left she looked around again. Damn! She might have known the lock on the door would be broken. After a few moments hesitation, she dropped the towel on the floor and stepped into the cubicle, the breath catching in her throat as the sharp jets of water hit her naked body.
As she soaped herself she hummed quietly, thinking once again how glad she was that she had decided to come on this holiday. She thought about school but it all seemed far away, as though teaching and London were part of a different life altogether. Just then her thoughts were interrupted by a loud rap on the bathroom door; quickly she turned off the water and held her arms protectively around herself. She didn’t need to ask who it was.
‘Would you like anything to drink?’ Torran’s voice called to her through the closed door.
‘Yes, please,’ she called back, ‘a little white wine if you have it.’
‘I think so,’ he mumbled.
It was several minutes later when she heard him return just as she had finished showering and was rinsing conditioner from her hair. The shower had invigorated her. Now she felt relaxed and happy, positively glowing and more than a little aroused.
‘Why don’t you bring my drink to me?’ she called provocatively as Torran rapped on the door a second time.
She could sense him hesi
tating, struggling to amass all his powers of control before entering. It wasn’t vanity on her part as Torran had made it quite clear how he felt about her, although she suspected that it wasn’t her that interested him in particular, simply women in general. Briefly she wondered if he was a virgin – that could be interesting, she thought.
She stayed under the shower as the door opened slowly, listening intently to his footsteps as he walked across the bathroom and the sound of a glass being placed on the window ledge. She opened the cubicle door a fraction and looked at him over her naked shoulder. He was just standing there, a mixture of anticipation and fear upon his young face. Suddenly she felt very grown up, a woman of the world. She took a deep breath and smiled. ‘Come here, Torran.’
He stepped forwards and as he did so she turned around and opened the cubicle door completely, revealing her naked body to him as it glistened still slick and steamy from the shower. He sucked in his breath and stared at her, looking her up and down with long sweeping strokes, his eyes taking in every inch of her as she stood proudly before him. He started to speak but she put a finger to his lips, enjoying her role. ‘Ssh, don’t say anything.’
With one swift movement she grasped his T-shirt and pulled it over his head, then she knelt down in the shower tray and unbuttoned his jeans, holding his eyes with her own as she pulled down the zip. She rubbed a hand over his crotch, feeling the bulge swelling and growing beneath the thick black denim. Now it was her turn to catch her breath as there was no mistaking his desire for her. She pulled the material over his hips and clasped his buttocks using her forearms to ease his jeans further down his legs. She was slightly surprised to find that he wore nothing underneath.
He helped her then, kicking off his jeans and moving closer still. Fortunately he was barefoot and was able to step into the shower straight away. She closed the door once again but still didn’t rise to her feet. She wanted to take him in her mouth, to thrill him in every way possible. Now she truly was the teacher and she was going to make sure her student passed with honours. Using one hand to cup his testicles she grasped the base of his penis with the other, aiming the glans towards her lips.
The water from the shower kept him moist as she ran her tongue up his shaft, encircled the ridge around his glans a couple of times and then snaked her tongue down the other side of his solid erection. As her tongue continued to tease him, she realised he wouldn’t be able to hold out for very long. Eventually, as she licked and kissed and caressed his sex, he gripped her hair tightly between his fingers, his rising passion evident in more ways than one. Not ready to allow him to ejaculate in her mouth, she turned her head slightly at the last moment so that his semen was washed away in the flow from the shower. For a brief moment the simple act reminded her of another time and another man.
Swiftly she banished the memory, smiling up at Torran instead. To her surprise she saw that he looked a little disappointed and she hastened to reassure him. ‘That’s not it, Torran.’ She smiled and tantalised his flaccid cock with her tongue until it sprang back into life.
With a sigh of relief he released her slick wet hair and stroked it for a few minutes, his expression blissful. Then she rose slowly to her feet, running her hands lightly up the enticing musculature of his thighs and buttocks as she did so. She was particularly pleased with his body. Despite looking thin and gaunt in his clothes, his muscles were surprisingly well toned, although his body was nowhere near as hard or impressively defined as Haldane’s. She gave herself another mental shake, this was no time to be thinking about past lovers and, until there was a next time, that’s all Haldane was.
Swiftly, she came back to reality. Torran was stroking her breasts, teasing her nipples with a childlike fascination, his fingers circulating her aureole again and again then skimming lightly across the hard pink buds, smiling as they tightened even more.
‘Do you like my breasts, Torran?’
For answer he bent his head and kissed first one rosy tip, then the other.
A thrill of excitement ran through her each time he touched her there and she moaned softly, ‘That’s wonderful.’
Sighing with pleasure, she ran her fingers lazily through his thick dark hair – now that it was wet it had gone quite curly. She kissed the top of his head then placed her hand under his chin and gently raised his face to hers. Wrapping her arms around his neck and body, she kissed him deeply, enjoying his initial resistance as she probed his mouth with her tongue. She felt his hardened cock brushing against her belly and suddenly felt weak with desire.
Sensing that he needed more guidance, she took his right hand and placed it on her sex, using her own fingers to gently part her labia and urge his exploring fingertips to the core of her excitement. He was a willing pupil and a gratifyingly quick learner. Within seconds he began to alternately rub and stroke the demanding bud of her clitoris until she reached the brink of her own climax. Then to her frustration he moved his fingers away, returning his hand to cup her breasts once again.
She was enjoying the novelty of the shower but soon realised that it was not the best of locations for his first time – if it was his first time. She still wasn’t sure he was a virgin.
‘Let’s go into the bedroom,’ she murmured softly in his ear.
They kissed under the powerful spray for a few more minutes then, with a slight feeling of reluctance, Hillary turned it off and pulled back the cubicle door.
Darius returned to the Hall, sat down in his leather chair and turned on the monitor bank just as Hillary and Torran appeared naked from Torran’s bathroom. He did a double-take, intrigued that the randy young lad had at last found himself a girl, then paled when he recognised the female companion. Quickly he called for Ilona to come, pointing wordlessly to the screen as she perched on the edge of the chair next to his. The couple leaned forwards, each of them fighting a different set of emotions as the scene unfolded before their eyes.
Hillary and Torran padded hand in hand across the thickly carpeted bedroom, stopping to rub each other’s body dry with thick white monogrammed towels before collapsing onto the comfortable bed together. This time Torran controlled the action.
Perhaps he just wasn’t used to vertical fucking, Hillary mused as he teased and stroked every part of her body, his tormenting hands sliding lower and lower down her torso until she was almost begging him to touch her between her legs. Opening her thighs wide she urged her pelvis upwards, almost brushing his chin with the glossy curls of her pubic hair.
Steadfastly ignoring her encouragement he continued to lick her navel and the taut expanse of her belly, his tongue going around and around frustratingly in concentric circles. She tried to sit up so that she could at least caress him in return but he pushed her gently back against the pillow.
‘I am exploring you, leave me be,’ he commanded softly.
So she lay, moaning and writhing in mounting ecstasy as he discovered every part of her, front and back. When he’d finished, and only when he’d finished, he allowed his fingertips to drift across her lower belly, to create a path that divided the curls on her pubis to the natural division between the soft pink lips of her sex. Then he knelt on the floor, spreading her thighs wide and sliding his hands under her buttocks, pulling her towards him so that her lower body was level with the edge of the bed and his view of her was perfect.
She held her breath and waited, knowing that he was feasting his eyes upon her sex as she lay wide open to his view and desperate for his touch. As the minutes ticked by agonisingly slowly, she toyed with her own nipples, desperate for release that would not come.
Then, so lightly that at first she thought it was a slight breeze through the open window, she felt something caress the outer edge of her vagina. She tensed her thighs until they trembled, her whole body was aflame. She wanted to scream the words, ‘Touch me, damn it!’ But he was young and had all the time in the world.
Then she felt a fingertip inside her and another. Gradually she felt herself being filled up
by him and ground herself against his palm as he probed inside her relentlessly. She could feel her vagina moistening and expanding to accommodate him and close by the burning, urgent flesh of her clitoris swelled and throbbed. He had not touched her there since the shower and she felt she would scream aloud if he didn’t offer her some release from the lust that had been building within her for the past couple of hours.
Strangely enough she didn’t quite know the best way to communicate this need to him. She seriously doubted that he had ever performed cunnilingus before. Then she remembered that she was the teacher and it was up to her to show him how to please a woman. With a little difficulty she sat up and gently removed his hand from between her legs.
Torran looked hurt. ‘Wasn’t I doing it right?’
She smiled weakly. Between her legs she could still feel the legacy of his fingers. ‘Good God, yes. But there are other ways to excite a woman, you know.’
He shook his head. ‘No I don’t. Tell me.’
She patted the bed next to her, then when he was seated beside her she pushed him gently backwards until he was lying flat on his back, his cock pointing at the ceiling.
‘Do you remember when I did this in the shower?’ She took his penis between her lips again, sucking and lapping it with her tongue as though it were an oversized lollipop.
He nodded, his eyes slightly glazed.
‘Well,’ she continued, ‘you can do the same thing to a woman.’ With uncharacteristic boldness she straddled him, her sex directly in front of his face, and then she delicately parted her labia. ‘Lick me here,’ she ordered softly. ‘That’s it, nice and slowly, up and down, around and around. Ahh! Ooh!’ She could feel her climax building very fast – there was something very beneficial about telling a man exactly what you wanted him to do, she decided.
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