The Surprise

Vivien was intrigued by Sir James note. She had found it on her bedside table when she had awakened this morning. Sir James had left early on business at the first light of dawn. She had felt him stir and then kiss her tenderly as he had left their bed. She wondered how much she meant to him, he was so guarded with his feelings yet open with his affection at the same time. Vivien didn’t understand.

She picked up the envelope and ripped it open. Inside she found a note and a key. Studying it, she turned the key over in her hand. It was for an old-fashioned barrel lock, something that went with a very old and heavy door, she wondered where from.

Her eyes scanned the note:

Take this key to the gamekeeper’s cottage at 5 pm. Tell no one of your destination. Unlock the front door and go inside. Lock the door behind you and wait for me there; you will find further instructions upon entering the dwelling.

Yours, James.

Vivien smiled as she took the key and slipped it between her breasts for safekeeping. Its cold metal chilled her skin. Sir James was always surprising her. She could hardly contain her excitement in anticipation at the things he would do for her and with her. Life had changed so much for her since coming here to live with him. He filled her with so much happiness. She was complete in his presence, a fact that she would never have imagined or recognised a year ago. He was her tutor and mentor, he was her first love and now essential to her existence.

Vivien slipped out of the manor house at ten minutes to 5pm. The evenings were getting cooler and dusk was settling over the grounds as autumn drew in. The damp musty smell of the undergrowth wrapped itself around her nostrils, its eerie scent steeling under her defences, encouraging the uneasiness to grow within her. She drew her shawl around her shoulders as she walked down the gravel path and into the wooded area that led to the cottage; she looked back briefly at the manor house with its warmly lit windows and gentle billowing of coal smoke rising out of the chimneys. Lifting her chin with determination, Vivien pressed onwards down the path.

She knew that the cottage had been closed for structural alterations, but was under the impression that the construction work was to be completed by the end of next week, so it was as yet unfinished. She couldn’t help wondering what Sir James was up to, and why he wanted her to go there, of all places and at this time of the evening.

The copse opened up before her, the slate built house stood looming in the evening shadows. There was a faint glow peering through the closed curtains of the upstairs windows, not enough for a light to be on but maybe a lit fire. Vivien tentatively approached the porch.

Slipping the key out from its hiding place, Vivien inserted it in the lock and twisted. The metal barrels clunked against each other as the tumblers turned. With a gentle push, the heavy timber door swung open surprisingly easily. It shut again with a satisfying thud and she shivered involuntarily as she locked herself in. With an odd sensation she thought it felt like she had been in here before. The feeling of being watched was very strong. Yet this was the first time she had set foot in this cottage. Sir James had only pointed the building out to her on one of their early morning rides and had not shown her through the house because of the building work going on. Vivien frowned, something reminiscent of déjà vu crept through her mind. She dismissed the feeling; there was enough to think about as it was without being spooked by crazy imaginings.

The hallway was quite large and extended down towards the back of the house with several more timber doors leading off it. She could hear herself breathing, the quarry stone floor and lack of soft furnishings made the space echo, the hairs on the back of her neck refused to lie down. The timber staircase rose up in front of her to the first floor and there was a small hallstand to her right. It was a scaled down version of the one at the manor, made of ebony wood that was highly polished and ornately carved with gargoyle like creatures curving around the uprights. It was incredibly ugly, but fascinating. There was an envelope propped up on the top of it. Vivien’s eyes skimmed over the hallstand and were drawn back to the envelope. ‘Vivien,’ was scrawled across the front. Shakily she reached for it. Turning it over she slid a finger under the flap and eased it open. The letter inside read:

You will find a small hamper on the table in the kitchen. Take it with you; you will need what it contains. Proceed up the staircase to the main bedroom where you will find a gift from me. Do with it as you wish, it is yours for the evening, anything you desire. I shall be along presently.

Soft kisses, James.

Vivien frowned and wondered what on earth meant. Shrugging aside her nervousness she excitedly moved down the hall and into the kitchen, temporarily forgetting about the strange sensations of this house. The bright yellow kitchen walls were a surprise in such a brooding house, but they looked good with the inglenook fireplace alight with dancing orange flames. The fire took the chill off the cool autumn evening. A large Baltic pine refectory table graced the centre of the room. The hamper was in the middle of it, just as Sir James’s note had said it would be.

Vivien couldn’t help herself and peeked inside the hamper. There was a punnet of strawberries and a bottle of champagne, still chilled from the cool store inside. Vivien raised an eyebrow, shook her head gently and smiled. What was he thinking when he put this together? She tried to get inside his head but found that he was so complex that he managed to keep one step ahead of her at all times. One day she knew that she would succeed in understanding him. It was a game of cat and mouse, it thrilled her and the battle was half the fun.

She picked up the basket and headed for the stairs. At the top of the landing she turned left and moved forward to the front of the house. The main bedroom door was slightly ajar; the flickering of a flame was the only illumination coming from within. She curled her fingers around the doorjamb and tentatively pushed it open. She gasped as she peeked around the edge. Spread out on the four-poster bed was a woman, naked except for a scrap of silk covering her mound. One of her hands and both of her feet were secured to the posts by what looked like leather straps. The woman smiled at Vivien. Vivien just stared open mouthed.

“Who are you?” squeaked Vivien when she regained her voice.

The woman didn’t speak, but her gaze moved over to the mantelpiece where yet another envelope was propped. Vivien’s eyes followed the woman’s. Vivien slowly moved over to the mantle, her puzzled frown very evident on her face. She opened the envelope and extracted yet another note.

This is Anna, your present. Introduce yourself. Do as you wish with her, she will comply. She will not resist or speak unless you specifically instruct her to. Enjoy her.

James.

Vivien again raised her eyes to Anna. She took in her expression and her body language, she looked so relaxed and very inviting. She was watching Vivien with a thoughtful look on her face. Vivien gnawed on her bottom lip and wondered what to do next; this was way beyond her experience. She had never been with a woman and had said as much to Sir James not two weeks ago. He had a habit of throwing her mind into a quandary with his schemes and plots. He had such a way of unnerving her and keeping her guessing. Vivien smiled then at Anna and came to a quick decision. Yes, she would have some fun here; she needed to satisfy her curiosity and Anna was a surprise provided by Sir James after all.

“So… let the games begin,” said Vivien, as she approached the bed. “You obviously know who I am and I can assume that you have met Sir James. Was it him who restrained you? Never mind, I dare say he will be here soon, but in the meantime, hello Anna, I’m Vivien, would you like some champagne?”

Vivien opened the bottle of sparkling liquid and poured two glasses. She picked out two fat strawberries and slid them into the bottom of the flutes. She helped Anna raise herself up onto her elbow and passed her a glass.

“A toast to Sir James and his wicked machinations.” Chuckled Vivien as she raised her glass and sipped thoughtfully at the golden liquid.

Anna continued to watch Vivien. It was as if she was giving her time to adjust to her presence here. Tentatively, Vivien reached out a hand and touched the side of Anna’s face with her fingertips. Anna smiled; her skin was warm and soft with a velvet like quality. Vivien imagined that the prostrate lady was grateful for the warmth of the fire in the grate. She wanted to know what it would feel like to slide her body over Anna’s. Slowly Vivien stood and unbuttoned her blouse. She shimmied and it fell to the floor in a pool of silk. Her skirt soon followed so that she was stood in her lingerie, a fine silk chemise and minuscule thong panties that Sir James loved so much in his favourite shade of dark plum.

Vivien’s fingers stroked down Anna’s neck and across her chest, scooping down low over the outer swell of the breast that was closest to the fireplace. The heat from the fire had warmed Anna’s skin still further. Vivien watched in mesmerised silence as Anna’s nipple tightened. The dusky pink bud puckered and stood up to attention. Vivien just had to taste it. She bent her head and her lips grazed across it delicately; her tongue snaked out and flicked the tip. Anna squirmed and moaned softly.

Vivien became bolder with that encouragement. She reached up and cupped a breast in each hand. Her thumbs circled around each areola, tightening Anna’s nipples still further. Anna was so lovely. Her pale skin glowed in the light from the fire. Soft blond tresses cascaded across alabaster shoulders. Vivien drank in the sight of her. Finally, she pressed her molten lips to Anna’s. It was like tasting ambrosia for the first time, she was soft and pliant, nectar on the tongue. Vivien moaned her pleasure into Anna’s mouth. Anna responded in kind.

Fingers searched out soft delicate spaces. Lips caressed sensitive nerve endings. Bodies slid against one another, skin against skin, flesh against flesh, and soul against soul. A profound coupling made more intense by the pent up excitement and the restraints provided by Sir James.

At what point Vivien noticed a third party was present was hard to define. His presence was a feeling that came upon her slowly; it was like he had been there all along although Vivien knew that it was not the case. She heard him breathing at first, the slow deep echo of another human being. His electrical charge was subtly there, though almost intangible. It made the hairs on the nape of her neck stand to attention just like when she had first entered the cottage.

Vivien chose to ignore his presence and continued in her explorations of her bedmate. Her mouth closed in on Anna’s open thighs, kissing her way across Anna’s pliant body, circling and dipping, finally reaching her goal. The soft pink bud of Anna’s arousal swelled in Vivien’s mouth. Vivien could not help but lick away at Anna’s heart. Anna’s hips bucked as Vivien continued to suckle, soft wet kisses that encompassed Anna’s cleft and sucked her moistness from her. Vivien’s voluptuous ass was jutting up towards the ceiling, pert and inviting in its exposure, the thin line of her thong being swallowed up by the cheeks of her bottom.

Sir James watched on in satisfaction at the scene unfolding before him. His woman was pleasuring herself with the gift he had granted them both. Anna had been a long time acquaintance of his who had assisted him well on many occasions. They were not lovers as such but had been intimate a considerable time ago. Anna was an independent lady who chose to do what she did because she wanted too. Vivien however was Sir James special prize, she was loved beyond measure, though she did not realise the full implication of that as yet.

Sir James stood and moved over toward the gyrating couple on the bed. He rested his cool palm on Vivien’s buttock. Vivien gasped. He slid his hand across her gaping pussy and slipped his fingers deep into her. Anna moaned as Vivien’s tongue took on a different slant, moving with urgency. Sir James curled his fingers around and stroked Vivien deep to her core, her muscular walls contracted around his fingers and pulsated, waiting for release. He slid his thumb into her ass and closed his fingers together, gently massaging the thin yet tough membranous walls between each orifice. Vivien pushed back against him.

Sir James was fully clothed. Although Vivien could feel the heat emanating off his body as he moved closer to her and Anna. He reached around and released Anna’s bindings. She felt his body slide over hers and down lower to sink his teeth into her buttock as his fingers bit into the flesh covering her hips, marking her as his. God he was good.

Anna was close to exploding but somehow managed to flip around and surprise Vivien by positioning herself directly under her so that they could taste each other at the same time. Anna’s tongue probed and licked Vivien’s soft sweet flesh. Vivien continued to lick at Anna’s gorgeous wet lips. She had never felt anything quite like it, the smoothness, the slickness, and the aroma of aroused woman. Anna’s scent was definitely intoxicating.

Sir James continued to torment Vivien by massaging and stroking her. He moved over her, and then suddenly stoped his ministrations. She heard his zipper lower and felt his burgeoning penis flex across her buttocks like a truncheon. She felt the slick, oil like lubricant slide over her flesh as Sir James positioned himself, the head of his prick pressed insistently at her ass hole. She felt the burning pulse of his cock as he impaled her to him, sliding home in one smooth stroke. Vivien gasped as Sir James entered her, his possession was complete. He set up a steady rhythm, accurately judging Vivien’s responses. His thrusting became more urgent as he growled his need close to her ear.

Vivien licked faster, just as Anna sucked faster. The sensation was so extreme Vivien thought that she would die from the pure wantonness and lust that was running through her veins. She could hardly keep from squirming. Anna was panting in delight as Vivien suckled at her, driving her body crazy with desire.

Vivien and Anna’s soixonte-neuf was becoming more than either had bargained for. The scent of Sir James and his sandalwood cologne filled the room, its heady scent competed with the raw female essence of sex that had preceded it. The rich aroma of timber and leather from the house mingled and blended with it as they fucked to the point of exhaustion. Anna finally gave way and contracted in great convulsive spasms. Her liquid flowed over Vivien’s face and dribbled out of her mouth. Sir James pumped himself into Vivien, filling her with his warm silk, arching his back and raking his nails down across her back and buttocks. Vivien struggled not to bite Anna as her orgasm ripped through her, threatening to consume her totally. Her head reeled back as she came with explosive abandon, freely shouting her release to the night as Sir James pumped into her and Anna sobbed against her.

For what seemed like minutes Vivien lay there on top of Anna trying to regain her composure. Sir James pulled out, rolled onto his side and drew her to him. He spooned up behind Vivien and Anna slid in front, holding her tenderly. Vivien could not believe what they had just done. It had been so incredible, she wondered if she would ever actually recover from the experience. Anna kissed Vivien softly on the lips. She spoke freely for the first time.

“I am so glad you chose me to be the one to initiate you my dear. You have much to learn but you are fortunate that you have such a capable and knowledgeable tutor. Listen to him well. He will treat you with respect.”

With that Anna kissed Vivien gently, on the cheek this time, and got out of the bed. She dressed calmly and left the room. Vivien heard the front door clunk shut before sleep claimed her, cocooned contentedly in the arms of Sir James.

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