The Kept Woman

Pub Lunch

I'm finally up and about. Being sick was a total bore though I did manage to wonder down to the kitchen gardens with a blanket and snooze in the sun once I was feeling better.

To continue with my day on the 19th of May before I got sick...

I read the paper in silence, settling down for a truly enjoyable day. The bar girl disappeared for a break and Jon took over. He sent over another pint when I tipped him the wink but I was surprised when the pint was brought over by the russet haired young man who had been talking to the bar girl. He popped it in front of me with a,

"I rather think it's my fault that you were almost refused your tab, I'm so sorry." I looked up into an open and friendly face with that glorious English skin and smiled.

"No I rather think she would have hated me on sight anyway. I'm sure when I was that age I hated any woman older than myself who didn't have to do bar work or whatever we did in our youths to get paid."

"I put up marquees and hated every person who went to the parties." He said as he sat down in the chair next to mine.

"Champagne bar that did the season. It was terrible going to Ascot and Henley and all these events and having to wear boring black, not drink and stand up all day."

"Here's to not being 19 again." He tipped his glass to mine and I cheersed him with a "god yes." We smiled at each other and a light bulb clicked in my head.

"You're the new Squire aren't you?"

"Yes, tell me, will I be the new squire even when I'm old and gray?"

"Good lord yes!" I laughed, "certainly until everyone my mothers age has passed away or at least until you're married and have filled the rooms of The Hall with children."

"So not until I'm old and gray then?"

"How long have you been here now?" He grimaced before replying.

"Not long enough. My uncle, the old Squire, wouldn't have my side of the family any where near him so I know bugger all about all this."

"You'll be fine. Just kiss babies, don't kiss teenagers or get anyone's daughter pregnant and hold a feast day every summer. They'll soon love you. Ask for help from your staff too. If they're anything like ours they'll bend over backwards if they know you just want to make their lives easier and better and that you'll listen to their complaints."

"Your staff... What Jim said... are you really her Ladyships daughter?"

"Of course, is it so hard to credit?" He blushed, a deep stain that spread across that silky skin and I marveled at how few men look good blushing.

"No it's just that I've met your mother..."

"And you're amazed I don't have a booming voice, wear tweeds and shout at the locals?"

"Well..."

"Don't worry, based on your uncle I think we were all expecting the same from you." He laughed and settled back into his chair.

"So what's a feast day?" he asked.

"Oh you know, you open the gardens, hire a band, set up a bbq, ask the Womens Institute to do a cake stall, have a tombola and a prize for the biggest carrot or what have you then donate any money raised to the church steeple fund. If you have a famous friend to give out prizes even better. Kind of like the village fair but you pay for everything and charge very little."

"Does you're mother do this too?"

"Goodness no. It would be a terrible presumption. It's the Squires job, new or old." He rubbed his eyes and shook his head.

"I can see I have a lot to learn. God, I wish I had been brought up in this like you." I laughed.

"Hardly. I've lived less in England than I have overseas now. Unless you count boarding school. I just seem to have made an impression with the locals when I am here."

"Yes you do make quite an impression..." he tailed off and we looked at each other. A blush bloomed over his cheeks again.

"Will you have lunch with me? Unless you have somewhere else to go..." I said.

He said he would love to so I jumped up to get the daily menu and we perused it together our heads almost touching. My heart beat loud in my chest and I smiled shakily at him. We both ordered, potted shrimp followed by sausage and mash for me, ploughman's followed by home made steak and kidney pie for him.

The food was delicious and simple. Home made and perfect. We talked and laughed together as our knees touched and my belly tingled. Our eyes would catch and he blushed all the more - a delicate rosy colour that suited him perfectly.

He paid, bless him, for our lunch and offered to escort me home, deeming Hatty and Pidge unfit to guard me. I laughed and let him as Jon the barman winked me out the door.

Country Pursuits

The Captain opened his bag and spread a thick tweed blanket over the ground. Next came out a bottle of water, another of Rioja, some grapes, an oooozing Saint Marcellin, a sliced Poilane and other little tidbits that had me rumbling with greed and hunger even though it was a bare four hours since I had last eaten. The Captain dropped down to sit on the blanket and patted a space next to him. I sat and accepted a glass of wine and a slice of bread spread thick with cheese. I drank deeply and let out an "ahhhh" of appreciation. Good food, excellent wine, handsome company, a beautiful view and sun warmed skin. What else can a girl ask for?

Of course, food was pretty much the last thing on my mind and it wasn't long before the food and bottles (thank god for screw caps) had been shoved off the blanket and we were entwined and kissing for all we were worth. I felt tiny in his arms, always a good thing, and kissed with a hunger I barely understood. Clothes were quickly discarded in a hurry to feel skin against skin. A gentle breeze teased my nipples into hard little pebbles and I groaned as I felt his hard chest against them. I struggled to pull his jeans down and felt his swelling cock rise against my hand. He sucked my bottom lip and tugged at my own jeans. I lifted my hips and arse to help and, without breaking the kiss, we were naked and he was covering himself with a condom. I grinned with approval: Be Prepared is the motto of any good scout grown up. I pushed him back to the blanket and stood above him. I kept my feet flat on the ground and lowered my bottom until I was squatting tailor fashion in what we call "The Good Houri" position. It takes tremendous leg muscles but is perfect when you want to show off and treat a man to something special.

The Captain looked quizzically at me, obviously never having had a girl pull this move on him. I shushed him and told him he would love it. I shifted until I was directly over his cock and held it still with one hand then lowered myself so that he was sliding into me. He moaned and his torso jerked upwards in unsuspected pleasure. I pushed him back a second time and used his chest to steady myself as I rose up and down in a mock trot and he writhed and gasped under me like a landed merman. His reaction was a real turn on even if it wasn't totally unexpected. I could feel my own orgasm starting to build but tried to push it off and ignore it, focusing totally on him. He wasn't far away though - no one lasts long with a Good Houri - and I rode him harder, squeezing my muscles tighter, and let myself go. His orgasm just beat mine and I collapsed against his chest with him still inside me, my legs knock kneed below me.

My breathing returned to normal before his did so I hopped off and lay down beside him. When he could finally speak he said,

"Jesus. Jesus. Where on earth did you learn that? Jesus..." He repeated himself a number of times until I laughed and shushed him and whispered wicked untruths about my past. He groaned again as my teasing whispering did its job and brought him back to half mast. He pushed me over onto my side, spooned against me, his dick nestled between my buttocks, and pulled the other half of the rug over us. Then he stemmed the flow of words from my mouth with a broad hand which I licked and nipped until he laughed and took it away, making me promise not to turn him on again so quickly lest he died of lust.

I settled down as contented as a child and felt myself drift off to a gentle sleep, lulled by the buzz of bees, his arms around me and the sun warming my winter pale skin.

The Morning After

I woke late to find the sun streaming through my windows. I yawned and stretched and reveled in the feeling of my body waking up. I looked about wondering why I felt like there was something missing. Phone? Check. Jewelry? Check. Naked man in bed with me... No.

I tried to stifle a strong sense of disappointment. He had already gone. No note, no "Hey, great shag," nothing.

Bugger.

Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger.

I slapped myself back down on the bed and lay there. I closed my eyes and covered them with my hands, scrunching my eyes tight so that I started to see colors and stars.

Bugger.

I let out a tightly wound sigh and then breathed in deeply through my nose. Which twitched. What was that smell? Jesus it was delicious. Unbidden my body raised itself out of bed and dragged on my pearl gray cashmere tracksuit bottoms and a white Frette sleep shirt. I grabbed a black hair tie and quickly flipped my hair into a messy bun.

I padded quietly down the stairs, stopping in the bathroom to wipe off the worst of my makeup. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw that my skin was pale, my eyes looked unnaturally large this morning and my lips looked kissed and bruised. I touched my bottom lip and remembered the Captain kissing me. I touched my collar bone and remembered him kissing me there too. My arms rose goosebumps and I turned away to continue downstairs to the kitchen.

As I got to the ground floor, where the front door, lounge and access to the garden are, I stopped, listening to the strains of Classic FM coming from the kitchen in the basement and my Roberts Revival DAB radio. I continued down the steps and paused a few stairs from the bottom. The sight that met me was of my Captain pottering about the kitchen as if he belonged there.

On the table sat a jug of Bloody Marys and places set for two. The Captain was standing at the Rangemaster with his back to me. He was wearing his jeans which were low slung on his hips. I admired his tawny skin and the smooth long lines of his broad shoulders and strong arms. He must have sensed me because he turned then and saw me. Smiling he came towards me and pulled me down the last few steps and into the kitchen.

"You're awake then? I was just about to come wake you up for breakfast?"

"Breakfast?"

"Well, brunch. Do you like Bloody Marys?" He lifted the jug to pour me a glass.

"Ohhhh yes please." He poured it out and I took an appreciative slurp. Beautiful. Just the right amount of heat, vodka, pepper and horseradish. I stirred it with the celery stick and took another drink.

"This is great!"

"Thanks. I was a bartender at Dukes during my gap year and I like to think I've never quite lost the knack." He turned back to the stove and started plating up. "I hope you're hungry. I wasn't sure what you ate so I got a bit of everything."

"Starved. Don't worry, I eat a bit of everything."

"Perfect." The Captain came over to the table and put two plates down and slipped into the chair opposite. The plate was overflowing with grilled mushrooms, baked beans, buttered toast, grilled tomatoes, and, god my favorite, two beautifully poached eggs benedict, with its hollandaise spreading oozingly over the plate. I moaned in greedy rapture and stuck my knife into the quivering egg. The vicious yellow yolk poured out.

"God these are perfect. Don't tell me all of this was in my house. The house keepers a gem but doesn't spoil me this much."

"I spent a few months at Leiths during the day when I wasn't bar-tending during my gap year. My mother never cooked when I was a child. She simply never learned because her mother never learned and if you didn't learn you didn't have to. Plus I knew that cooking would help to encourage beautiful women to tumble into bed with me."

"Work often does it?"

"You should try my crème brûlée."

"I don't need to, this hollandaise is fabulous. You went out then, this morning?"

"I went to the farmers market on Ebury Street. I borrowed your key, I hope you don't mind."

I said I didn't and went back to eating my brunch. We chatted comfortably until our plates were empty and I sat back and rubbed my expanding belly. I asked him what his plans were today he replied,

"How about I help you with the dishes and then we take a drive in my car? The weather is beautiful and it seems a shame to spend the day in the city."

I blinked twice at him.

"You want to spend the day with me?"

"I do. Let's do the dishes then I'll cab home and change and get my car then we can potter off." I had a huge smile on my face and agreed quickly. We did the dishes together, I washed and he dried. He laughed at my marigolds and kissed soap bubbles from my nose.

I saw him from the front door and we kissed briefly on the front step. He walked up the road towards the Pimlico Road and I waited until he was almost out of sight before I closed the door and went up to have a shower with an absurd smile on my face.

Before I could shower of course, I would have to call Alpha.