Past Present (2 page)

“Delightful.” Her perfume assailed his senses, marvelling at the tightly laced satin which encased her body. She didn’t seem concerned when he reached down, slowly untied the ribbons to expose her breasts and bent to suck her nipple, which was hardening with the attention. Eleanor gasped and moaned as he held her nipple between his teeth, tugging and sucking it erect, she made no protest as he undid the waistband of her skirt, putting his hand down inside her panties and running his fingers through her trimmed bush, using his other hand to feel her arse. Thrilled to feel fingers on his hardening cock, her cunt now dripping wet, the juices soaking the inside of her thighs. He used three fingers, sliding them in and out of her rapidly and his thumb to rub her clit.

He became aware that the two men he had spoken to earlier had turned up just as he hoped. Her eyes were closed, but she had sensed their approach and knew that she was being watched. He put his knee between hers opening her legs as wide as the tight skirt allowed.

Moving closer, one of them called out, “You going to fuck her?”

He felt her stiffen, but she continued softly moaning.

“Are you the type of woman who fucks in public?” he said.

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Tell me then, tell me what you are.”

“I’m a slut. A fucking slut. Don’t stop,” she moaned, thrusting back onto his fingers, gasping. She put her hand on top of his, holding it hard against her cunt and jerking on his fingers, close to orgasm.

“Sluts fuck anywhere,” he said, “I’m going to fuck you right here, right now. Lie down on your back and spread your legs.”

Watching as she silently slid to the ground, Matthew saw her fingers slip to her cunt so that she could masturbate.

“Hurry up and fuck me,” she begged.

Rolling up her skirt, he cleared the way to her cunt.

“Spread your legs, slut, get ready for me, I have something here that I know you’re going to love. Spread them wider, much wider. Open them right up, slut, so we can all see you better.”

Gazing at her stocking-clad legs, held with the suspenders of her black basque, he freed his cock from his trousers, and eyeing her fabulous, feminine underwear, decided that she was quite a find. The two men moved closer, Matthew gripped her hips, rubbed his cock along the lips of her pussy, and sliding it up her, fucked her hard in her tight, slippery cunt.

“A slut would be sucking their cocks,” he snarled.

“Yes,” she gasped, “I’d love to suck them. I want to suck their cocks…”

Unzipping their trousers, the men knelt down either side of her head, pushing their cocks towards her face. She took each in turn, sucking one and then the other into her mouth while Matthew fucked her harder and faster, the other men silently wanking. He fucked her until she went rigid, arching her back when she climaxed.

“Come on her face,” said Matthew, continuing to fuck her until he spunked inside her. The two men simultaneously sprayed her with several hard spurts of cum before recovering quickly and vanishing into the dark.

“I don’t believe we just did that,” said Eleanor as Matthew pulled her to her feet and helped her to dress. The base was bristling with CCTV, but they hadn’t worried about the risk.

“Let’s hope nothing’s been recorded,” he said as they walked towards the guardhouse.

Smiling with the pleasure of his secret, Matthew was delighted that he’d read her correctly. During the hiatus of their first dance, in the hope that she’d let him see her home, he’d been able to arrange the reception with the two men who had emerged from the shadows when he first kissed her. It had been easy to select them from the many she had danced with; the two were young, attractive and had obviously enjoyed dancing with her. He congratulated himself on his enterprise and couldn’t have wished for a better outcome. She seemed happy. No harm done. His cock stiffened in his pants again, stirring along with his thoughts.

Meanwhile, Eleanor was struggling with her own dilemma, she couldn’t understand it. She had never done such a risky thing in her life. Fucking in public was hazardous enough, but with a virtual stranger, and worse yet, letting others join in. Turning the situation over in her mind while they waited for the cab, she searched the faces of the guards to see if they had witnessed anything. It looks as if everything is okay, she thought, both chatted normally to Matthew until the car arrived.

Drawing up at her place, she decided not to ask Matthew in, apart from the fact that she felt embarrassed now that the effects of the wine were wearing off, the house was as she had left it earlier when she was getting ready, and enough was enough. He already considered her a slut, no need to make things any worse. As if a few untidy clothes could be any worse. Her face flamed with the prickly heat of regret.

They exchanged numbers, but she had no intention of calling him, she’d never chased a man in her life and didn’t intend to make an exception for this one. He was old enough to be her father. In an agony of mixed emotion, she got undressed, noting the grass stains on the skin of her arse, the stockings and panties were ruined, but she was hopeful that the blouse and skirt could be salvaged.

Later, soaking in the bath sipping a nightcap, things didn’t seem quite as dreadful as they had at first. It was Sunday tomorrow; she could stay in bed until late and rethink her behaviour. She dumped the clothes strewn on the bed onto the floor to join the others, took a sleeping pill, and nestled under the quilt.

The next morning she was woken by the ping of an incoming text. With no idea of the time, she blinked, groggy with sleep at the bright illumination of the tiny screen.

You were magnificent last night, can I see you today
? said Matthew’s message.

Instantly alert, she pinged back.
Of course
.

So much for playing hard to get, she thought while brushing her teeth, anxiously awaiting his reply with the arrangements.

They agreed to meet at midday in the park. She dressed carefully in jeans, pumps, a long white shirt, and waistcoat. Her underwear, a lemon coloured bra and matching panties, trimmed with cream lace and embroidered with tiny deep yellow flowers, the delicate, pale pieces looked fresh and feminine after the siren effect of the black that she had worn previously. She approached the bench beside the duck pond, where he sat, with a picnic basket beside him.

“Hello, want to feed the ducks?” He held out a brown paper bag.

She took the bag and together they threw handfuls of bread into the water, masses of ducks of various sizes scrambled for the food in a frenzy of splashing.

“I enjoyed last night,” he said. “I’ve never done anything like that before,” he lied.

“I can’t believe what we did. It must have been the wine.”

They walked back to the bench, retrieved the picnic basket, and made their way to the edge of the park where there was a copse of trees. The promise of a warm day had been fulfilled; the trees would provide privacy and welcome shade from the sun, which was now at its height.

Accompanied by birdsong, and the gentle rustling of the trees, Matthew opened the basket and laid out a rug, he had packed an assortment of food, chilled Champagne and big, fat, juicy strawberries. Eleanor was impressed, she liked resourceful, thoughtful, men. Although this one was different, much older than her usual type, she was drawn to him, and relaxed as she sipped.

“Let me feed you.” He picked up a lush strawberry.

She parted her lips. He popped the fruit onto her tongue, and she bit down hard, the ripe berry exploded inside her mouth, leaning forward he touched his lips against hers to share the juice. She felt her cunt grow moist as she allowed him to feed her another, the sweet flavour enhanced by the crisp, sparkling wine. He pushed her back onto the rug and moved against her, kissing her passionately; she could feel his hardening cock touching her leg as she responded to his kisses. Reaching down together, they removed her jeans; he opened her shirt and gazed at the confection of underwear.

“Lovely,” he said, “don’t move.”

Smiling to herself, Eleanor kept still on the rug, which felt soft beneath her naked skin, cooling in the slight breeze.

Dipping his hand into the basket, he produced a long feather. Using the tip, starting at the base of her throat and travelling between her breasts, he slowly drew a long line down her body. He paused at her panties, tapping the feather against the sheer cloth.

“Take them off,” he commanded.

Helplessly, Eleanor obeyed.

“Open your legs,” he said, moving the tip of the feather over the top of her trimmed bush, tickling the opening of her cunt, causing her to squirm.

Kneeling between her legs, he used his left hand to open the lips of her cunt, holding the feather in his right; he slowly inserted it until she could feel it high up inside her. Encouraged by her small squeal of pleasure, Matthew began turning the feather around and around so that it tickled the inner walls of her cunt. She arched her back while he relentlessly rotated the feather, he could sense her determination to get a hand to her clit, and it was clear that she wanted to masturbate, desperate to come.

“Keep your hands by your sides,” he ordered, working on her, drawing the feather slowly out of her cunt and reinserting it, pausing to release his cock from its confinement, he held it firmly in his other hand.

“Raise yourself up and open your eyes.”

Obeying him, Eleanor rested on her elbows, watching him masturbate as he continued to use the feather on her.

“Touch yourself.”

Thrilled to oblige, she reclined, moved her fingers down towards her aching clit as he slowly trailed the soaking feather back up her body pushing the tip of it into her mouth for her to taste while they masturbated.

“Do you want me inside you?” he asked.

“Yes,” she gasped, throbbing with lust, the lingering taste of her cunt on her tongue.

“Beg me.”

“Please fuck me, Matthew, please, I want you inside me now.”

He entered her with one hard thrust, the feather falling to the ground beside her head; she kept her fingers on her clit masturbating as he pushed into her harder and faster. She could feel her orgasm approaching as she touched her clit using small, circular caresses with one hand, clutching the back of his neck with the other, and his skin felt hot to her touch. She reached orgasm in the few seconds before he shot his spunk into her with a grunt of satisfaction. Spent, his cock softened and slipped out of her cunt, followed by a rush of cum, which soaked the inside of her thighs.

Pouring the last of the Champagne into their glasses, Matthew quietly toasted her before tidying everything away. Walking back the way they had come, they headed to their respective homes, arranging their next meeting as they parted. She had invited him to dinner at her place for the following evening and was already looking forward to it as she hurried home, flushed from sex and Champagne.

Goodness knows how I’ll do a day’s work tomorrow she thought as she let herself into her house, she had a shift which she wouldn’t be able to swap, the hospital was understaffed as it was. She had better press her uniform tonight, she wouldn’t have time the next day before early turn, and at least she’d be home by four, which would leave plenty of time to prepare. The answerphone was flashing, but she couldn’t be bothered to check it, that’ll wait until tomorrow she decided as she ran her nightly bath.

The next day, Eleanor arrived home from work laden with shopping, determined to cook a fabulous meal. She had no time to lose, Matthew was due at eight, and she hadn’t even started. First, she laid the table, it looked pretty, covered with a crisp, white cloth, and she placed a colourful bunch of small, scented flowers in a silver bowl at the centre of the table. A matching pair of silver bowls filled with perfumed water, and floating candles stood on either side of the centrepiece. She set the house lights low; the soft light enhanced the impact of the overall effect. The answerphone was still blinking, displaying the legend, 3 messages, but with no time to check it, it would have to wait. If it was urgent, there was always her mobile, but she hadn’t heard it ring or ping so whatever it was couldn’t be important.

She busied herself with the meal, Horiatiki salad with warm rolls to start. Eleanor liked to use recipes that she could prepare in advance, which needed minimum attention. She had chosen to make her signature dish of luscious, hearty Irish stew for the main course; it could be left to bubble for ages and still tasted superb. For dessert, a slightly more risky Pavlova, which she’d decided to chance, if it went well it would be a triumph and she felt confident as she bustled around putting the final touches together.

Happy that everything was under control in the kitchen, Eleanor went upstairs and changed into a stunning purple dress with a plunging neckline that displayed her firm, round breasts. She didn’t bother with a bra, but wore a waspie of the same hue, decorated with black embroidered flowers, fastening the suspenders onto black stockings. She chose sheer black panties, which displayed her pale arse cheeks through the semi-transparent cloth, completing the look with high, black patent stilettos and a pair of jet earrings. Leaving her hair tumbling in soft curls around her shoulders, checking her reflection, Eleanor was satisfied with the overall effect and went downstairs to make sure that everything was under control.

He arrived punctually carrying a small holdall and a huge bouquet of flowers.

“I’ve been to the gym.” He indicated the bag, before handing her the exquisite blooms.

“Thank you, they’re beautiful. I do hope I’ve got enough vases to do them justice,” said Eleanor, making her way to the kitchen to put them in water.

“The food smells delicious,” he called after her.

Eleanor returned with cocktails, a Velvet Kiss for him with an extra shot of Gin and a Silk Stockings for herself. No need to mention the treble Tequila that she’d put into her own glass. She sat beside him, feeling a little nervous as she sipped her drink hoping it would hit the spot.

“This is for you,” he said, handing her a slim black box, “by way of a thank you for giving me so much pleasure over the last couple of days.”