I was sitting somewhat nervously in the very modern London flat of Sara Solsbery. I was amazed that she picked me up at the Airport, No William no Maria. It was nice to know that she knew how to drive. After getting me in the building and her flat, Sara had to go back to the office. She would return in a few hours. I found her liquor cabinet and was sampling a scotch.
I had picked up a sandwich at the airport so my stomach was not empty. I was racking my brain trying to figure what time it was in California. I have gotten use to the time shift going in the other direction because of the production shooting here in the UK. It was evening in London, which meant it was afternoon in LA. Sara said the she would return at 18:00. I needed to get use to people using 24-hour time.
My ear was drawn to a noise at the door. I heard it open and I stood thinking that I would embrace Sara. I was surprised to see a younger version of Sara walking into the room.
"Hello who might you be?" said the young woman.
"John Rogers I am a friend of Lady Sara's, are you Maeve?"
"Yes but I prefer to use Jessica. I stay with aunt Sara in the summer while I work a summer Job in the city. Mother and Father go to Spain for the Summer" said the young woman, who was walking toward a bedroom.
"Don't worry, I am taking off for the weekend with friends so you and aunt Sara can do what ever you do," said Jessica from the bedroom.
A little while later there was another noise at the door and this time Lady Sara Jane Solsbery walked in. We embraced and kissed.
"I see you have met my niece," said Sara.
"Yes, I did a double take when she walked in the room, I thought I was seeing you."
Sara leaned in and kissed me again "Darling, it is great to see you, sorry I had to rush off."
Sara walked to the bedroom where her niece was packing. I over heard the conversation. I had to laugh as Sara was acting like a parent interrogating Jessica about whom she was traveling with and where they were going. Sara and Jessica walked out together and they hugged and Jessica left.
"Come on darling, William is waiting for us," said Sara, as her arm-encircled mine directing me to the door.
"Where are we going?" I asked as Sara dragged me out of the flat.
"To get dinner, silly," Sara said as she brought her lips to mine.
The place where William stopped was a small curry shop with maybe five tables. Sara got us two beers and I had to adjust my taste to English beer. The curry was hot and spicy. I dropped my credit card when the check was delivered. As soon as I got the paperwork done Sara was pulling on my arm.
William delivered us to a very high-class bar. It was a watering hole for much of the legal community because everyone recognized Sara. We settled into an upholstered booth. Sara ordered two scotches that were delivered. The staff left us alone only coming by when she or I wanted a refill. This was an old club type of place not an English pub. In a small corner of the bar a group of men and women were smoking cigars and having a spirited discussion on Brexit. The odor drifted over the place.
"Sara, are you trying to get me drunk? Because my performance might be impaired."
"I wanted to have a good time, and relax after the meeting I had this afternoon. Besides we are going slow," she said.
A "friend" of Sara's came by and engaged her in a negotiation. After a very quick and icy response the gentleman moved on to another group.
"Where are you staying again? When do you need to report?" said Sara turning her gaze back to me.
"I have a meeting on Wednesday to go over the scenes that I have cut. The production company has arranged for a "Cottage" near where the post studio is located."
"So we have almost a week before you become a monk," said Sara as she leaned in and kissed me.
Sara signed the bill and encircled my arm encouraging me to get up. William and the car were waiting when we stepped out of the bar. We entered the car and without direction William took off.
"Are we going back to your Flat?" I asked.
"No a little place in the country, since I have you for a few days. Don't worry William went back and picked up your bag. Not that you will need a lot of clothes," responded Sara with a laugh.
An hour and a half out of the city William pulled on to a small road. In the distance I saw a large house. William directed the car to the front entrance.
"Lady Sara, your idea of a little place and mine are completely different."
The car door opened and we got out of the car. I was still getting use to the right hand drive. Sara walked to the door, inserted a key and opened the door. We walked in followed by William. We went into the living room; William put two sets of luggage in the bedroom. He came to where we were and told Sara that he was leaving but there was a car in the garage if we needed to travel. He pivoted and walked out the door.
I embraced Sara and kissed her before she could speak. My cock was at full attention and I pressed my body into hers trying to show that I really had an interest in our relationship. Behind us was a sofa and I maneuvered us to the couch. When she reached the edge of the couch her legs folded and I found myself on top of her. I continued to kiss her our tongues fought each other for supremacy. Neither one of us was willing to give in to the other.
I finally broke and took a breath.
"Darling, if you want to make love all you need to do is ask," she said between breaths.
"Maybe I don't want to ask," I said with a funny laugh.
We both sat up and I started to laugh, "Sara I do not know where that came from, but I do want to make love to you.
"Sara stood and started to remove her clothes. I saw her drop her pants, and came face to face with her bikini panties. Tuffs of black hair peeked out from behind the skimpy undergarment. I reached up trying to remove the last barrier to my pleasure; but she batted my hands away.
Instead she moved her panties down to her knees. Her legs formed a perfect triangle of black hair, bordered by her white thighs. I could tell that her pubic area was well groomed. All I knew was that I wanted to put my tongue in her pussy. I reached out and embraced her bringing her pussy to my mouth. This time I was able to move her panties down to her ankles. I lifted on leg and removed her shoe; I lifted the other and lost the other shoe. I split her legs and saw her pink lips. I breathed in her feminine essence, and became intoxicated. My tongue touched her vulva and slid inside. I encircled her with my arms holding her close.
I felt a climax building as Sara started to moan and breathe. I held her until she almost collapsed. Sara maneuvered away from me and walked into another room. She returned completely naked.
Sara took the initiative this time and straddled me bringing my head to her breasts. I took the hint and began to suck on one of her nipples. I was able to remove my shirt with just a short break. I stood and lost my pants and underwear.
She gripped my hand and directed me to one of the bedrooms. Sara got on the bed and I followed. I spread her legs and again attacked her pussy with my mouth. My tongue drove inside and moved up and down her slit.
"Darling, I need your cock either in my cunt or mouth,"
I positioned my cock over her mouth and she lifted her head and took the crown in her mouth. Her tongue felt so good as it caressed the head of my tool.
"John, would you put that where it will do the most good?"
I slipped down toward her pussy and she grasped my cock and directed it in to her love hole. I slipped in and gently pressed until I was fully lodged in her pussy. Our lips met in a sensuous kiss. I gently moved my cock in and out trying to stay calm.
"You are remarkably calm John," said Sara.
"I'm Just trying to please Your Grace."
I leaned down and our lips met. There was nothing I wanted to do but kiss Sara. My animal instincts took over and I started to drive my cock into and out of her pussy.
"That feels great John."
I increased my speed just as I felt Sara climaxing. I pulled my cock out and replaced it with my mouth. I was trying to bring Sara off multiple times.
"Your cock was what I was craving and you take it away."
I inserted my tool again and began to fuck Sara. My mouth found one of her beautiful breasts. I felt her cumming again and I shot off at the same time. We both were breathing and facing each other. My hands massaged Sara's flanks, moving down to her thigh and moving to her pussy.
I moved down and put my mouth over her pussy with my tongue exploring the inner reaches of her cunt. I positioned her legs over my shoulders and continued to explore. My hands reached up and began to again massage the Countess's beautiful breasts.
"Who are you?" said Sara.
I was not in the mood to engage in conversation. All I wanted to do was pleasure the woman I love. Sara involuntarily climaxed again. My cock was showing signs of getting hard and I wanted to make love to this beautiful woman.
"Darling stop or fuck me!"
I opened her legs and brought my cock to the entrance of her pussy and gently inserted my tool. My mouth found hers and we engaged in a long kiss while I moved in and out of her. I felt Sara cumming and I let go at the same time.
Our mouths met and I concentrated on kissing her. It was six weeks since we were together and something was causing me to be aggressive. I got off and lay beside her.
"John, what has gotten into you, darling," said Sara as she moved to get on top of me.
"I am sorry for my behavior Sara,"
"Shush don't apologize, kiss me."
I took her head and our lips met. She sucked my tongue in to her mouth. She moved off of me and took my hand and placed it on her breast. Her hand moved to my cock and began to rub the shaft.
"It's been six weeks since we were together and I am afraid that I am in love with you. All I could think about on the flight over was how happy I'd be making love to you."
I was about to speak again when she put a finger over my lips. She leaned in and kissed me again. She again sucked my tongue into her mouth. We parted but she kissed me again. She continued to massage my tool bringing it to a full erection.
"Darling, I have heard you speak, you have a talented tongue," she said with a devilish laugh.
I looked at her with a quizzical expression. I was also enjoying the feelings that she was generating.
"Why don't use your tongue where it will do the most good, for me."
I didn't respond right away as her work on my tool diverted my attention.
