Andrew dismissed the younger boy kindly and he scampered off in search of his own lunch.
He pulled her down to a patch of clean hay, and they spread the contents of the cloth out as a picnic. The stable smelled sweetly of hay and pungently of manure, but it was not a distasteful mix.
It was a simple lunch of apples, bread, and more ham. They enjoyed their lunch peacefully, interrupted only by the occasional horse pawing at the hay in their stall. As they finished their apples, Andrew flipped the cores into the feed troughs as a treat for the animals.
“Have you enjoyed your stay here? What did you walk around and see today?”
“Oh, not much. I found the kitchen this morning and I just had to see the vegetable garden. I love tending to my own but I have no idea what some of those plants are out there.”
Andrew laughed, “I can give you a private tour sometime.”
“That would be lovely.”
“How about a private tour of the stable?”
“Certainly.”
Elizabeth wrapped the cloth back up and slipped it into a pocket of the dress. Andrew led her by the elbow through the stable, winding through the stalls and other areas until they ended up in front of a large ladder that pointed upwards.
“How about up there?” he pointed with a half-smile.
“Oh, um, okay. What’s up there?”
“Let’s go see,” he winked.
He helped her up the first few steps of the ladder and followed closely behind. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from commenting on the sway of her hips as she climbed.
Up in the loft, it smelled only of fresh clean hay because the floor was covered with it. In one corner was a folded blanket. Andrew headed straight for the blanket and laid it out over the hay.
“Have a seat,” he patted the ground.
She curled up as politely as she could and tried to avoid eye contact.
“I’ve gotten myself in trouble up here before,” he remarked with a wicked grin.
In her innocence, Elizabeth simply asked, “Really? How so?”
Andrew smirked down at her and winked, “I’m happy to show you.”
Chapter Eight
Elizabeth blinked at him wide-eyed. It suddenly occurred to her what sort of trouble a young man might get into when hidden up in a hay loft.
“Oh, I, um, well, you, ahem…”
Andrew slid closer and rested his hand on her shoulder, “Come here…”
And he kissed her again, that same toe-curling spine-tingling tummy-twisting kind as last night. Elizabeth gasped softly but did not pull away. Andrew’s large hands fit neatly at her waist and she could not stop her hands from sliding up over his muscular arms.
His tongue traced the soft outline of her mouth and she parted her lips to the subtle intrusion. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own as her hands splayed out against the back of his neck, holding his mouth against hers.
“Andrew…” she breathed softly.
“What is it my beautiful girl?”
“I’ve never…”
“I know,” he murmured back.
His lips slid from her mouth across her jawline to her neck. Tiny shivers and shudders ran through her body with each kiss, each lick, each nibble. He explored the taste of her skin and the heat of her body until she was gasping for self-control.
He carefully and gently laid her backwards on the blanket and propped himself up next to her. His fingers tickled her skin as he traced the outline of the dress bodice, admiring the upward swell of her breasts.
He had been a reckless youth and had shared the company of several young woman, some of whom had a certain reputation. But none of them intrigued him or turned him on like this innocent young woman in the hay loft. Her breasts swelled enticingly from the top of her dress, her slender middle narrowed at the waist, and her hips seemed to curve out lusciously. Her blonde hair was in a simply low ponytail and her blue eyes were darkening with every touch. His hand drifted from the bodice to her waist until his fingers were splayed out along her hip. As he explored her body, his lips found hers again.
Elizabeth felt like she had been in the sun too long, her body felt flush and warm but her hands tingled like they were cold. She was beyond nervous to have a grown man touch her this way but the tingling in her lower belly did not want him to stop.
He wrapped one hand around her back and started to loosen the ties of her dress. She gasped and tried to sit up, but was stopped by his firm hand on her tummy.
“Just relax,” he murmured softly.
The dress loosened on her body and he started to slide it down over her shoulders, kissing and licking each inch of skin as it slipped into view.
“Andrew…”
“What is it?”
“I don’t understand…”
“What don’t you understand?”
The dress was now at her waist, and her breasts were fully exposed except for the valley in between which was covered with Andrew’s face. His beard tickled and she tried not to giggle.
“I don’t understand how this feels,” she tried to explain.
“Tell me then, how does it feel?”
“All warm and tingly,” she said with an giggle of embarrassment.
He chuckled softly, “That’s how it’s supposed to feel.”
She smiled up at him as he slid the dress off her completely, and covered her naked body with his. His body felt warm and solid on top of her, and she was starting to feel the shame and anxiety dissolve under his touch.
She felt his hands disappear and fidget around between their bodies, and she gasped as he slid his trousers down and tossed his shirt aside. Her fingers danced across his bare chest and she marveled at the firmness of his muscles and the softness of the curly hairs.
He squirmed as her touch tickled him and he pinned both of her hands above her head on the ground. Elizabeth gasped again and he reassured her with another of those kisses that seemed to melt her entire insides.
She could feel something hot and stiff pressing against her lower belly and she squinted her eyes against what she knew was coming next.
“It will only hurt momentarily,” he whispered in her ear, “then it should get very warm and tingly.”
She nodded and he pressed himself against her opening. It felt warm and slippery against his cock and he grunted softly. It had been too long since he had lain with a woman and he was almost certain he had never taken someone’s womanhood before.
He inched himself inside, groaning at how smooth and slippery and tight she felt around him. She winced as he pressed onward, and he stopped to let her body accommodate his generous girth.
Andrew slowly pulled back out and slid back in. Her breathing had started back up and he brushed a stray piece of hay from her hair.
His motions started to speed up and his rhythm fell into a quick pattern, and Elizabeth felt her body starting to relax into it. His rough fingers rasped against her delicate skin and she arched her back, pressed her breasts up into his touch. He rolled and pinched her taut nipples as her breathing increased.
“Andrew…” she sighed quietly.
“Elizabeth, you feel perfect,” he replied against her throat.
His hips were still speeding up and she gripped the blanket beneath her as the tingling grew stronger. It felt like a rainstorm was brewing inside of her and she wrapped her legs around his waist as an anchor. The thunder and rain burst inside and she whimpered as the tingling hit a fevered pitch, and she moaned his name against his shoulder. He grunted loudly and thrust hard into her, and she felt the heated fluid splash into her body. He collapsed on top of her and panted for air.
“Oh my,” she breathed softly.
“Something like that,” Andrew chuckled.
After catching their breath and letting their bodies cool off, they dressed quietly as the dusk fell around the estate. They strolled back to the main house together quietly, his hand sitting comfortably on her lower back.
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As the months wore on, Elizabeth became less and less homesick for her tiny house and her pitiful vegetable garden. Abigail and Hope had become like family to her, and Andrew was a regular visitor to her bedroom in the quiet evenings.
He would sneak over after everyone had retired for the night, and oftentimes he would have to clap a hand over her mouth to muffle her moans and whimpers as they pleasured each other. He had introduced her to the pleasures of a man, and it turns out she was as insatiable as he was.
She had even taking to teasing him in the dining hall when they were surrounded by the other family members, tickling his inner thigh under the table and letting her bare toes dance up his legs. He was not ashamed and relished the taunting, knowing that she was more than willing to follow it up with true passion later in the evening.
By the time the first snow fell, Elizabeth was just starting to show. Abigail urged her to consider a quick wedding before the baby was too visible, and the mother-to-be had to gently remind Abigail that there had been no proposal since that first night at the estate.
That evening, at dinner, Andrew actually looked nervous. Elizabeth found it amusing since she had never seen him nervous before. He was fidgety with his food, and even snapped at Abigail when she spilled a little of the ale.
“Andrew, whatever is the matter?” She laid her hand on his arm and tried to soothe him.
“Dammit woman, leave me alone. I just want to ask you to marry me and I’m afraid you’ll say no.”
He looked over at her, horrified at his own outburst. She stared back at him open-mouthed and burst into giggles.
“That’s just the proposal a girl always dreams of!” The other men at the table joined in the laughter.
“Knock it off!” Andrew seemed genuinely upset. “Look, I wanted to do this right and in front of the family, especially since you are going to be extending our family in the near future.”
Elizabeth’s cheeks flushed and the men crowed their surprise and appreciation.
“And the answer is yes, I will be a part of the crazy, glorious, wonderful family with you.” Andrew beamed at his bride-to-be and rested a gentle hand on her expanding belly.
THE END
Rescued by the Tiger
Chapter one
“I don’t think you have anything to worry about, Lisa. These things happen all the time. It’s probably just some random teenager out with his friends. They don’t have anything better to do, so they decide to spray paint graffiti where were they think somebody is going to enjoy their work." Jessica, my best friend from across the street had my best interest at heart, but I really didn’t understand how she could possibly say the things that she was saying. This was the second time that I found my mailbox knocked over and the side of my house was painted with a very derogatory statement about my sex life.
“That might be very well true, but I’m getting sick and tired of getting the neighbor boy to paint it over. Every time that he does, he snickers and turns his head. I don’t blame him, because it’s not exactly something that you would like to see written anywhere. I’m lucky that it was in on the front side. It’s mostly hidden by the shadows of the trees. I’m glad that the leaves have not started falling yet, or my neighbors would have a bird’s eye view of what was written. They’re elderly and would probably have a heart attack and I would be to blame.” I was getting dressed for work and Jessica had stopped over for our customary coffee klatch.
“If you are really worried about it, then you could put up a security camera and find out who’s doing it. It wouldn’t take all that much. I’m sure that you can get some reasonable stuff at your local hardware store. I might even have a contact in a security company that could come over and give you an assessment. I’ve heard good things and you don’t get those kinds of referrals without something to back them up.”
I put on my black skirt that went down to my knees with a slit up the side. It gave a brief glimpse of things to come. I wouldn’t call myself promiscuous and I certainly wouldn’t call myself what was written on the side of my house. I’m not saying that I’m a nun, but I’m a little bit more selective about who I take to my bed. There are exceptions to every rule and every woman knows that there are certain guys that can do it for them. My on again and off again romance with the neighbor boy was probably ill advised. We only had three such occasions to get together and each time was strictly physical and nothing emotional. I don’t know that for sure about him, but for me it was mostly to get one out of the chamber.
“I may just take you up on that offer, Jessica. If you have the number on you, I can put it into my cell phone and make sure to give them a call later on today. This all feels personal, like somebody has taken offense to something that I’ve done. It would be better, if they would just come out and tell me how they feel. Doing something like this makes me feel that I am dealing with a coward. It’s also possible that they want to scare me, but they’re going to have to do a whole lot better than that.” I grabbed my black blazer, feeling slightly more secure in my day wear.
Working, as an insurance specialist at my own office had given me the license to buy practically anything I wanted. I’m certainly not a minimalist and I like the finer things like champagne and caviar. I have refined tastes on a shoestring budget, but sometimes you have to live a little in order to make your life worthwhile. I have credit cards, but I’m not in debt and that’s something that I can’t say for most people.
I stopped at my mirror by the bed to check my makeup and make sure that my red hair was perfectly situated. I had a couple pins in and I was trying a new style. It really did make my face and my neck look more accessible.
“I really do have to go. The two little ones are probably clamoring for breakfast and giving David a hard time. I already punched the number of the security company into your phone. Be sure to call them, because you never know about these things. They could escalate and there might be a big possibility that you have some kind of stalker. I still think that it’s probably teenagers blowing off some steam at the start of the school year.” She was wearing a white robe and every so often it would separate and let me see the creaminess of her thighs. I’d never gone into being with a woman, but I may have to change my mind on that front.
“If I do get the security expert, then I’m definitely going to need an assurance that they can be discreet. I don’t want everybody to know my business. I think it goes without saying that my private life is my own. I know that you would never say anything.” I said that to make sure that she knew that I wouldn’t be happy with her had this information became part of the rumor mill.
I would say that Jessica was the dictionary meaning of the trophy wife. She was 20 years younger than David. She had the kind of body that was sculpted with palates and yoga every morning. I figured it was a prerequisite when they got married that she keeps her shape. The only way to know for sure was to question David. I wasn’t going to do that and it really was none of my business.
I went downstairs and grabbed my brown leather coat that probably cost more than most people would pay for something like that. Five hundred dollars was a mere pittance compared to the feel of that material against my skin. It was almost better than sex, but I don’t think even chocolate can compare to the pleasures that two bodies can give each other.
“Have a good day. I’ll see you when you get back from work. You know that you have an open invitation to come over for supper any night. We always have more than enough and I’m sure that David would get a kick out of seeing you again.” I got the feeling that she wanted to add a component to her sex life that involved me with a certain ensemble that would probably make David’s eyes go out of his head. “The kids are usually in bed early. We could pop open a bottle of wine and see what happens.” She was always making these veiled sexual innuendos.
“You keep persisting like this and you might just find me on your doorstep. I was going to say about being careful what you wish for…yo
u just might get it.” This made her blush. She touched my cheek and began to shake her head in disbelief. I could tell that there was an attraction, but I wasn’t sure, if I was willing to walk down that road with them. If it went badly, then it would be awkward for us to live in the same community.
“Until you finally bite the bullet, I’m going to continue to make these suggestions. I know the way that you’ve looked at him from time to time. He might be a little older, but trust me he knows where everything goes.” That was one thing that the neighbor kid had to learn. I had no problem being his personal tutor. I was preparing him for the real world and for the girls that were going to expect more than a 5 minute wonder. Of course, his first time was quick, but I made it that way, so that he would last a lot longer in bed.
Just standing here at the doorway, I look across the street and see him getting ready for school. He turns to me and gives me that crooked. He flexes his muscles, so that I know what I’ve been missing the last few days. I just don’t want him to think that this can be anything more than what it is. I waved to him, flashing him a smile, before jumping into my silver Mercedes and peeling out of the driveway.
I don’t think that his parents know about our clandestine affair. I doubt that they would be very receptive. I would probably have both of them knocking down my door for some kind of explanation. They could say that I’m corrupting their son, but I think that I was doing him a favor.
“This is a weather advisory. A rainfall warning and storm surge is expected later this evening. Authorities request that people stay off the streets after 7:00 PM. If you don’t have to be out, then make sure that you are secure in your home with everything nailed down. We could expect up to 60mm of rain in 2 hours. That could result in flash floods and dangerous driving. To repeat the top story, there is a weather advisory for a storm surge and rainfall warning.” I really didn’t concern myself with any of that. I was more into the music that the radio station played. They had a medley of these eighties hits that brought me back to my childhood. I was almost 35.
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