‘Another hour and we would have been swept off the rocks,’ Amber said as she passed Seth his running shoes.
Seth slipped his left hand in to Amber’s right; their fingers twined together.
‘More like forty minutes,’ he replied and they proceeded up the beach; they were walking in their own foot-prints, except now they were heading back in the opposite direction.
After Seth had finished coming inside the tight confines of Amber’s ass they had detached and quickly jumped back in to the pool; after rinsing off Seth had got out first and then once more, as he had previously, he lifted Amber straight up out of the water; again she had been taken aback by his hidden strength; Seth was slim and wiry, and she had watched the tendons in his shoulders tighten as he had pulled her up the four feet of rock face; she had watched his stomach muscles contrast and his arm lock as he raised her from the icy waters of the rock-pool; his immense strength always surprised her.
They’d had to dry off using Seth’s sweater; the towel was soaked in urine and was of no use. After he had dried her the best he could he slipped the sweater back on over his t-shirt.
‘You’re staying naked,’ he had told Amber and then he had lifted her in to his arms and with the same level of dexterity that he had shown earlier in the night he had made his way back across the black rocks to the beach; even bare foot he had moved with a purpose and grace that astounded her.
They moved up the beach and Amber was trembling from the coastal breeze and the after-effects of their love-making.
Nearing the concrete slope Amber squeezed Seth’s hand and said, ‘I can see people near our car.’
Seth looked up from her breasts (he could spend every second of the day looking at Amber’s naked body and he’d never grow bored of the sight – his wife turned him on like nothing else on earth) and in the direction of where he had parked the Audi; Amber was right and he counted six shadowy forms standing to the side of the Audi near the metal railings that ran the length of the parking area.
‘It’ll be okay.’
‘I’m naked,’ Amber said smiling and Seth picked up on the slight hint of worry in her voice.
Seth pulled off his sweater and handed it to Amber, she quickly put it on; she pulled it down as much as possible; her hands gripping the front of the sweater at the bottom of the garment; if she kept it pulled down tight it just covered her pubic area; but her ass was for the most part totally exposed; she’d make sure to keep her front facing the group, who, now that they were closer, she could see were all young men in their late teens and early twenties.
Seth squeezed her hand, his confidence reassured her.
They walked up the sloping concrete path and on to the smooth tarmac surface of the car-park; an orange street lamp offered enough light for Amber to see that the group looked like trouble and the smile that had been on her face the whole evening disappeared and again she squeezed Seth’s hand and looked up at his face; in her bare feet she was several inches shorter than Seth, he looked back at her and softly said, ‘Don’t fret.’
‘Okay,’ she replied quietly. ‘Let’s just get in the car and go.’
‘That’s my plan,’ Seth said and they began to walk across the car-park. When they were twenty feet from the Audi the group of men stepped away from the railing and quickly positioned themselves so that they were blocking Seth and Amber from the car.
Amber stopped walking and Seth stopped beside her.
‘Give us your money mate,’ one of the youths said. Amber felt her stomach roll as she looked at the man; he was big, his body an advertisement to weight-lifting; he had biceps like water melons and a broad heavy chest; his neck was as round as Amber’s waist.
‘Fuck,’ Amber muttered and Seth squeezed her hand and moved a step forward so that he was shielding Amber from the group.
Seth raised his arms out to his sides and turned his palms up in a gesture of non-aggression.
‘I don’t want any trouble, just let us pass and everything will be cool.’
The muscled freak laughed. ‘Your money dipshit or we’re going to fuck you up,’ the man looked past Seth at Amber and then looked at Seth and continued in a threatening tone: ‘And maybe when we’re done fucking you up the lady can entertain us, hey what’s she got on under that sweater, we’d like to see.’
Seth took a calming breath, there was still a chance to end this without violence; he hated violence.
‘You’re not getting any money and as for anything else that’s just not going to happen.’
Amber heard how calm Seth sounded and she relaxed a little, maybe everything would be okay.
‘There are six of us matey-boy, I think we’ll have your money and then we’ll have your woman, how’s that sound?’ The man started to laugh and his friends joined in.
‘Fuck it,’ Seth said aloud, he may not have liked violence but he was very good at it.
Seth covered the ground between him and the muscled man so quickly that there was no time for the man to react; Amber did see a look of total shock on the man’s face; obviously he hadn’t expected for Seth to explode forward like a scud missile. The whole incident was over in less than a minute and even later, when she was lying in bed next to Seth; her naked body snuggled against his she would still be able to hear the sounds that the various bones breaking and joints popping had made.
Seth took the muscled man first; an open handed punch to the man’s throat caused the big man to start honking like a goose and Amber watched as Seth’s right foot snapped down at a forty-five degree angle on to the inside of the man’s left ankle; the noise sounded like a gunshot as the man’s ankle broke (when he eventually got to an A&E he would be shown an x-ray of his ankle; the joint had suffered four breaks – he would always walk with a horrible limp). As the big man began to fall sideways Seth connected the heeled part of his right hand to the man’s solar plexus, it was - goodnight, see you later, and thanks for coming – for the big man.
Seth turned to the next man and before the acne riddled youth could say or do a thing Seth connected a perfect head-butt; bones crunched and blood flew as the man’s nose shattered; the youth dropped straight down on to his ass and didn’t get up.
Seth looked at the remaining four and shrugged his shoulders as if to say “I’m having the time of my life, how about you”. The four would-be hard men took to their feet and their pounding footsteps echoed across the car-park as they ran with no particular destination in mind; they just wanted to get away from the psycho.
Seth turned to Amber and held his hand out to her. Amber let the sweater go and walked over to Seth and took his hand; in her other hand she carried the wet towel and Seth’s shoes. As they passed the man who Seth had head-butted she looked down at him, the man’s eyes were open but there was no one home, which was a shame Amber thought, my ass looks so good tonight.
Seth opened the car’s passenger door for Amber and she got in, he closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side. He looked off to the side where the muscled man lay; the man was looking at Seth with a mixture of terror and surprise.
‘You call the cops about this and I’ll come find you, and perhaps I’ll bring some of my friends with me, capiche?’
The man managed to nod his head before slumping back on to the ground.
Seth got in the car and started the engine.
Amber felt the heat from the vents wash over her and she asked Seth for the cigarettes, he removed the pack from his front right jeans pocket and handed them along with a lighter to Amber; she lit two and offered one to Seth. He took the cigarette and buzzed his window down to let the smoke out.
‘One day you’ll have to tell me where you learned to fight like you do.’
Seth just smiled at her.
He reversed out of the parking bay, changed gear and accelerated out of the car-park.
Driving through the village Amber pointed out the windscreen off to her left where they both could see four dark shadows running at full sprint
down a side road.
Seth laughed and said, ‘I don’t know, kids today huh?’
Amber squeezed Seth’s left knee. ‘I always feel safe when I’m with you, I love you Seth.’
‘I love you too,’ Seth inhaled on his cigarette before flicking ash out his open window. ‘It’s Saturday tomorrow, what do you fancy doing?’
‘A lay-in, after that I’m easy.’
‘You can lie in bed all day if you want.’
Amber flicked ash from the end of her cigarette out of her open window; she watched red sparks catch on the wind.
‘Only if you’ll join me.’
‘So a day in bed; watching films and reading the papers?’
Amber flicked her finished cigarette out of the window and then closed it. She pulled the sweater off and sat back naked once more in her seat.
Seth glanced at her and she smiled at him and said, ‘I think we can find something a little more entertaining to do than that, don’t you?’
Seth glanced at her breasts and then down to her open legs; he could see her glistening slit.
‘I have a few ideas,’ Seth said chuckling; he turned his face back to the road.
‘Me too,’ Amber said settling back in to the warm leather seat. She closed her eyes.
‘Me too,’ she repeated.
Seth drove on in to the night.
The End...
Pearls By Candlelight.
Seth Noonan steered the Audi out through the open gates, honked the car horn and waved a hand out the window; Amber, his beautiful wife, waved back from the balcony and then he lost sight of her as she walked back in to the master bedroom; the last image he had of her was her beautiful naked ass before she disappeared from his rear-view mirror.
Seth watched as the electronic gates closed behind him and then he accelerated out on to the main road. He slipped a CD in to the car’s stereo system and turned the volume up: “Marillion” began to blast from the speakers; Fish’s unique vocals had Seth quickly singing along.
He adjusted the heater and was relieved when the heat began to pour over him from the vents; the forecasters were warning of the worst winter Cornwall had seen in over a hundred years; it was early January and today was Amber’s birthday and he had had to lie to her to cover up his needing to leave the house for a few hours. He hadn’t given her any presents yet, and although he had the special day all planned he could tell from the way that she had looked at him across the breakfast table earlier that morning that she thought he had forgotten her birthday; which was understandable due to how busy they had been the last few weeks, ever since Amber had come on board as his manager they had been busy five days a week; Amber had given up her job as a veterinarian to manage his booming writing career, and in the short few months that she had been managing him she had achieved a lot; she’d set up a web page, there were pages also on Facebook and Twitter so that his growing readership could join in and he was surprised by just how many fans there were out there and through these sites a lot of additional revenue had been created, on top of this Amber also organised a book tour (which was coming up soon), various interviews with radio and television shows and even a piece in The Guardian newspaper. Seth couldn’t be happier by Amber’s enthusiasm and involvement and because of all of this additional workload he could understand how she might think that he had forgotten her thirtieth birthday.
‘Fooled her,’ he told his reflection in the rear-view mirror.
Seth had been planning today for weeks and getting out of the house on his own had been the trickiest part of his machinations, in the end he had told Amber that Tiny needed some help; Tiny and his wife Maria had just had their first child so Seth had used that as his excuse, ‘Tiny needs a hand with some furniture,’ Seth had told a rather pissed-off looking Amber, but she had let him go help his friend telling Seth that she had plenty of paperwork to be doing in the offices they shared in the converted stables.
‘I’ll be back by lunch,’ he had told her before making his departure; he didn’t like lying to Amber but he figured that when she was finally privy to his real reasons she’d forgive him.
*****
Amber wrapped the silk dressing robe around her naked body and secured the sash at the front. She was wearing the black silk robe over nothing but a pair of black glossy hold-up stockings and a pair of black four inch heels. Ever since she had agreed to be Seth’s submissive he had instructed her that when she was at home or in the office all she was to wear was a pair of hold-up stockings and high heels; because it was so cold she had decided to slip on the robe, she figured that Seth would understand and besides he was out for the morning.
Amber let herself out through the French doors and on to the balcony that ran all around the house (a barn conversion that had taken them years to get right), she closed the doors behind her and yelped as a strong gust of wind blew up her legs; the gown flapped in the wind and she managed to walk across the wooden gangway that led to the exterior door to the stable where their home- offices were situated. Struggling to keep the gown closed with one hand she opened the door with her other and stepped inside the small hallway, she closed the door and then opened the inner door and walked in to the offices. She sat at her desk and began to work through the stack of phone calls that she had to make that day; Seth had an interview with a national newspaper lined up for the Monday and she spent an hour making sure that the reporter knew that any questions about Seth’s childhood were off limits and that if the journalist mentioned it then Seth being Seth would just disconnect the call.
Half way through the morning Amber got up and made herself a coffee in the small kitchenette that the offices had; as she waited for the kettle to boil she looked at the framed photographic prints on the walls; all the pictures were of her and had been taken by Seth, each picture showed her in various states of nudity and several were highly graphic leaving nothing to the imagination; she smiled and shook her head as she looked at one picture; the photograph showed her pubic area, legs open, her cunt-lips exposed, a melting ice lolly buried inside her, she could still recall how cold the iced lolly felt as she slipped it inside her cunt and the picture showed the melting liquid running from her slit and down between her ass cheeks. It was a well framed shot, the exposure darker than normal meaning the person looking at the print had to get closer to fully see everything; thankfully for Amber the pictures in the offices had never been seen by anyone other than her and Seth, the office was off-limits to everyone else; their own private inner-sanctum.
As Amber sipped her coffee she walked the length of the offices studying each photograph; her high heels clicked on the wooden flooring and she realised two things as she looked at the pictures: one – she was getting aroused looking at the sexually explicit prints, remembering the occasions when the photos were taken was making her feel horny, and secondly, as she looked at the pictures and remembered the love that Seth had for her she realised that he hadn’t forgotten her birthday at all; he loved her too much for something like that to happen.
With a smile on her face she said: ‘The lying bastard is up to something.’
Amber sat back down at her desk and brought the internet up on her computer, she navigated on to the Facebook page that she had set up for Seth and his writing and responded to a couple dozen more friend requests and answered some questions about Seth’s work and his upcoming tour and the new book; by the time she was finished it was almost lunchtime, and after making a few more calls she closed everything down and then went back in to the house; it was Saturday after all and they kept a laptop computer in the house so she could continue to monitor the web throughout the day if she needed to.
As she walked down the spiral staircase heading for the ground-floor the phone started to trill in the kitchen and she went and answered it; no doubt it would be her mother wishing her a happy birthday; thankfully she’d put her parents off from coming to visit, Amber wanted to spend her birthday with just Seth.
*****
S
eth looked at his watch and saw that he had made good time, as he reversed the Audi back in to the garage it was just before one o’clock, he’d made it home an hour earlier than he had hoped. Seth gathered the various carrier bags from the passenger seat and got out of the car. He placed them down on the concrete floor and then retrieved the large box from the boot of the car. It was a balancing act but he managed to get the box and the bags under control and locked the garage and started across the shingled path towards the front door of the house.
As he neared the door he saw the first snowflakes of the winter begin to fall and he looked up at the white clouds above; the sky was heavy looking and he knew that they were in for a heavy fall of snow.
The front door opened and he looked from the sky to the doorway where Amber was waiting for him, she was still only wearing stockings and high heels (she had removed the gown when she had heard Seth’s car). Amber ran her hands through her luscious red hair and secured it with a hair-band; the wind was getting stronger. She cocked her hip and smiled at Seth and said, ‘I stupidly thought you’d forgotten my birthday.’
‘Like that would ever happen,’ he said as he moved past her.
Amber closed the door and followed Seth back in to the kitchen; through the large windows on one wall she could see the snow beginning to fall hard outside.
‘Think it’s going to be a bad one?’ Amber asked.
Seth put the bags and the box down on the kitchen table and nodded his head, ‘I caught a radio broadcast; they’re saying it’s going to be the worst on record.’
Amber kissed Seth lightly on the corner of his mouth as she sat down on one of six breakfast stalls lined up against the kitchen island; she rotated the stall so that she was facing Seth.
‘Lucky for us we stocked up.’
Seth nodded his head as he looked at Amber’s nakedness; he would never grow tired of looking at her; he knew every millimetre of her and he told her to open her legs.
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