Ben is a lawyer at a medium size local firm. He was in his late twenty's but spent several years in London doing a Masters in International Law. He came back to the US and hooked on to his firm and led the international section. To be honest he started the international section. The firm was made up of friends from UT Law that decided that big law was not for them. It was a boutique practice but got refusals from some of the larger firms. He also free-lanced as a bartender and that it where he met Sheila.
Sheila was also in her late twenty's and worked her way through college cooking in restaurants. She started as a line cook and worked her way up the ranks until she got a job as a food and beverage manager at a hotel group. Sheila tried to higher Ben, but was amazed that he said that he did the bartending on the weekends. She was further amazed that her hotel group had Ben's firm on retainer.
Ben planned to surprise Sheila with a weekend get-away. He wanted it to be just the two of them, Sheila was hoping for some of their friends to join them also. They dated for about six months and always had great sex. He was looking forward to being alone with here for more than a night.
Day one.
Ben pulled up in his convertible English sports car with right hand drive; he beeped the horn twice and a woman waved from the window. Soon she emerged wearing a long white dress; but Ben noticed that Sheila didn't have a bra on and he was sure that she didn't have panties on either. She was carrying a small suitcase as they were going to be gone for two nights.
Ben hadn't told Sheila where they were going or if any of their friends were coming. Ben popped the lid of the boot in the rear of the car and assisted Sheila in placing the case in the boot.
"You asked me to bring a light jacket are we going somewhere cool? Who is coming along?" asked Sheila.
"Yes it will be cool, and we are flying solo," said Ben.
"No Marty and Beth, No George and Nancy, just us what are we going to do for two days?" asked Sheila.
"We will think of something," responded Ben.
Ben pulled out of her parking lot and pointed the car toward the freeway. He exited the interstate and started driving up a hilly secondary road. Sheila was always asking him why he owned a car that had the steering wheel on the wrong side. He explained that he did graduate studies in the UK and bought the car there. He rounded another corner opening up new vistas. The views of the sunset were fabulous. He turned off the road onto a gravel path that wound around until a large house came into view.
"This place is so big we could have brought others darling?" said Sheila.
"But I wanted it to be just us," responded Ben.
Ben parked the car under the carport and they pulled their luggage out of the boot. The air was cool almost cold as they pulled their bags out of the boot. On the porch were several coolers and a large box. Ben keyed in a code in a keypad and the front door unlocked. They got their luggage in and staged it in the living room and Ben started moving the coolers and the box inside.
"What's all that?" asked Sheila.
"The box is linens, towels sheets and Robes. The coolers contain our meals for the evening. They will deliver another box tomorrow. All we have to do is put it in the oven and we eat. There is a wine cellar we have access to as well as a fully stocked bar."
"So I have to cook? Darling I cooked for a living and that is the last thing I want to do." said Sheila.
"Reheat at most. Come on help me load the freezer and the refrigerator."
"I am halfway ready to tell you to take me back," said Sheila
"Look I wanted to get away from town and this outfit rents houses like this and for a little extra will build prefab meals. I just want to be alone with you. Tomorrow morning the views will be spectacular," said Ben with a pleading tone in his voice.
Sheila relented and helped move the coolers into the kitchen and started to put the packages either in the freezer or fridge. "You know for a little more money I bet we could get a chef to cook for us," said Sheila.
"I could but then we wouldn't be alone," responded Ben.
Ben went over to the fireplace and found the remote and lit the fire. The gas logs soon glowed and threw off enough heat to warm the first floor of the house. He opened the box and found several sets of dishes wrapped in cling wrap and moved those to the kitchen. He then found the sheets and he grabbed Sheila and they moved up to the bedroom loft that overlooked the great room. "Help me make the bed, please," asked Ben.
Grudgingly Sheila helped spread the sheets and blanket on the bed. When they finished Ben kissed Sheila. They moved down to the great room and Ben got behind the bar. "Gin or Vodka, darling," asked Ben.
"If you are making martinis, darling I will take gin and easy on the vermouth," responded Shelia.
Ben came around to where Sheila was sitting and handed her a large cocktail with two olives. He sat opposite of her and sipped his drink. He looked at his lover as she sipped her drink.
"That is the one thing you've done right today," said Sheila.
"Oh come on this place is great, we will have a great time together," said Ben.
Sheila drained the martini and indicated that she would like another. Ben got up and fixed her another drink. She took the glass and sipped the drink. "Why don't you figure out what we are having for dinner? I will walk around and explore this house. Ben got up and went to the kitchen. He found the package marked Friday Dinner and pulled it out and pulled the cardboard top off of the aluminum pan. He read the directions that were printed on the top and set the oven temp and placed the package in the oven. He found the green beans and dumped them in a bowl and placed them in the microwave. He picked up a set of dishes and set the table.
"Ben I have to say that that it smells good what are we having?" asked Sheila from somewhere in the house.
"Chicken Parm and green beans. See if the wine cellar has some Pinot Gri?" asked Ben.
Sheila came up the stairs and handed him a bottle of white wine. "Looks good," said Ben.
"Do you have any of the Martini left?" asked Sheila.
Ben walked over to the bar and soon came back with another martini and handed it to her. She walked next to Ben and gently brushed his crotch with her hands. And took his hands and placed them on her breasts. "This is what you want isn't it?" said Sheila.
Ben kissed her and then opened the oven and looked at the chicken. The sauce was bubbling and smell was fantastic. He heard a pop and saw that Sheila had opened the wine. She found the wine glasses and poured two glasses of the white wine. Ben pulled the pan with the chicken out of the oven and placed it on the table. The Green beans came next and they both sat down. Ben used two spoons to lift the chicken out of the pan and put it on Sheila's plate. She served herself the beans. Ben Took his chicken and Sheila spooned some beans on his plate.
"There is a big screen and some movies down stairs so I guess we can entertain ourselves this evening," said Sheila.
"I didn't come here to watch movies," said Ben.
"Well what are we going to do?"
Ben stuck his tongue out at Sheila, and she got the picture. "Ok I understand," she said.
Sheila grabbed Ben's foot and slipped his shoe off and placed his foot between her legs. She moved one of her feet up and found his crotch. "I Guess we can play footsies until we can get to the main event," said Sheila.
Ben paused to catch his breath, "That was my idea."
Ben felt the pressure in his pants as his cock gained an erection. He calmly poured more wine for both of them. Sheila had made the first move it was now his turn. "Dear why don't you have a seat in front of the fire? Take the wine with you," said Ben.
Sheila got up and grabbed both glasses and went over to the couch. Ben moved the dishes to the kitchen sink and noticed that Sheila had removed her dress. She had spread an afghan on the couch and gotten under it. Ben walked over and kicked the remaining shoe off and pulled his pants down, revealing that he was not wearing underwear and climbed in with Sheila. She undid the button on his shirt and pulled it over his head. Ben kissed her. It felt so good to be next to her. Her skin was soft and smooth. He loved her breasts, and the feeling they give him when they embraced naked.
"The fire was a great idea darling. I am beginning to think that this weekend was a good idea," said Sheila.
Ben scooted down and found her bare pussy. When his tongue hit her vulva she jumped a little bit. "Fingers or tongue inside, you have me all riled up, I need some relieve."
Ben complied and inserted his tongue in her pussy. "Move up and hit my clit let me get off," cried Sheila.
Ben withdrew his tongue and moved to insert his cock. Sheila cooed and began to hump his cock. "Do I have to do all the work!" cried Sheila.
Ben began to move in and out of her pussy meeting her strokes with his. He embraced her and kissed her and held her as she climaxed. He started his motions again and soon her breathing started getting rapid. He loved the way she climaxed; his cock felt the female cum on his shaft. Suddenly he felt that his defenses were breaking down and he inundated her with what felt like quarts of cum. They held on to each other until Ben fell out of Sheila's warm pussy.
"Have I ruined you for the rest of the night?" asked Shelia.
"It will take some time but I will be right as rain," he replied.
"You know I really like the way you fuck me darling. Oh I said a bad word," she said laughing.
Ben tossed the blanket to the floor, and picked up Sheila. He walked to the head of the stairs but realized that he was too drunk to make it up with her.
"Go up and freshen up and I will join you in a minute," said Ben.
