"Nothing, darling," Kieran said, giving his wife a peck on the cheek that quickly developed into a nuzzling of her neck. Imogen giggled and pushed him away.
"Just drive the car," she said, as she inserted her own belt into the buckle on the side of her seat. "I'd like to be home by midnight."
***
Two and a half hours later, as Amber sped along the motorway in the back of her sister and brother-in-laws car, Stacy sat alone at a table in the Queen's Arms, a quiet pub not far from the city centre. She was now half way through her second glass of wine, and was beginning to think that Sean wasn't going to turn up. He'd never been late before. Most of the time, it was actually him who was waiting, and her who was making the embarrassed apologies as to why she hadn't been able to make it on time. Even those occasions had only been five or ten minutes, though. Nowhere near the whole half hour that Stacy had been waiting for him tonight. She adjusted the front of her low cut, sparkly red dress, then took another sip from her almost empty wine glass. She wasn't wearing a bra, as Sean said he preferred her not to. Easier to get his hands in if he wanted a quick grope on the way back to the flat, he'd said on one occasion. He'd also asked her to go without her knickers as well for the same reason, but this was where she'd drawn the line. Getting her tits groped in public was bad enough, but there was no way she was going to have her pussy fingered while people were passing by. She just wasn't the slut that Sean wanted her to be.
Stacy was just about to give up and go home, when a voice from behind her made her jump.
"Hiya, gorgeous. Sorry I'm late." She turned round and looked up into Sean's grinning face. He was now clean shaved, his hair was neatly combed, and he was dressed in a rather expensive looking suite. In one hand he was carrying a briefcase, while in the other was a rather large bunch of flowers. "I've been in meetings with clients all day. I still had another one booked, but I told them I had something more important to do." Still grinning, he handed her the flowers and leant forward to nuzzle into her neck. "God, you look gorgeous. You're getting me hard already. How about you give my dick a rub with your foot once I sit down?" Giving him a weak smile, Stacy nodded, and as Sean went to sit down, she slid one of her high-heeled red shoes off her bare foot.
Sean pulled his chair in as far as he could under the table and slid down in his seat so Stacy would be able to reach him. Stacy lifted her foot and, putting it between Sean's legs, was surprised to find herself rubbing against his warm, hard cock. She'd thought she'd be feeling him through his clothes, but he'd unzipped his trousers and lowered his boxers so that Stacy's foot could rub his bare organ. Biting her lip she looked around at all the other people drinking and talking in the bar. Then, she gripped the edges of her seat and lowered herself further down the chair, so she could reach further. She rubbed her big toe over the large head of Sean's massive cock, and then rubbed the sole of her foot up and down his length. Sean bit his lip and began to rock in the chair, rubbing his cock against Stacy's foot. Stacy felt him begin to throb against the sole of her bare foot, and moments later she felt him release a stream of warm cream, which spread over the front of her foot and between her toes.
"I did say I was horny, didn't I?" Seam murmured, as he continued to rub his softening cock against her foot. "Come on, let's go to the toilets. I want to eat your pussy." With a sigh, Stacy got to her feet and pushed her chair in, while Sean slipped his cock back into his trousers and zipped himself up. She wasn't really in the mood for this, but Sean could be very persuasive. If she didn't go to the toilets with him, he'd probably be under the table lifting her dress in a few seconds. She led the way to the ladies bathroom with Sean following close behind, a look of lust in his eyes.
Although Sean had told Stacy it was her pussy he wanted, the first thing he did after getting her alone in the toilets was to peel away the straps of her dress and release her glorious, full tits. Thrusting his face into her chest, he began to suck on the flesh of each breast, occasional running his tongue down the deep valley between them. Stacy had been reluctant to engage in such a public sexual act with Sean, but now that he had her tits out in the ladies toilets she was beginning to get more excited. The feel of his warm, rough tongue on her breasts, and the sharpness of his teeth biting at her nipples was already starting to draw moisture from her pussy. Whimpering softly, she hitched up her dress and slipped her hand between her legs, rubbing at herself through her damp knickers. Seeing that his lover had moved a couple stages ahead of him, Sean gave the nipple he was working on one last lick, and then shifted his attention lower down. Lifting her up, he sat the girl down on one of the small washbasins, and helped her lift her dress up a little higher. The dress was now little more than a belt, scrunched up around her midriff. Above, her chest and breasts were exposed, heaving up and down as she panted with lust. Below the belt, anyone coming in would have been able to see Stacy's bare midriff, long slender legs and frilly, lace clad crotch. They would also have been able to see Stacy's delicious pussy gradually coming into view as Sean slid her panties slowly down her legs, before letting them fall from her feet to land on the tiled floor of the public toilets in a crumpled heap.
Sean placed his hands on Stacy's inside thighs; his thumb nails almost touching the protective fur on either side of her lips, then slowly ran them down the inside of her legs to her knees. Stacy giggled at the tickling sensation, as Sean savoured the feel of her smooth, soft skin. Although Stacy was at least five years older than the girl he had done in the car park of woman's World that afternoon, she seemed much younger. She wasn't small, but she had the figure and features of a girl in her mid-teens, and the soft, delicate skin to match. Sean's exploring finger's reached her knees, and he gently prised them apart. With his head between her legs, ready to lunge forward to devour her loosening pussy, Sean looked up into the girl's face. Her eyes sparkled sexily as she smiled back down at him from between her breasts. Her long, shiny blonde hair had fallen in front of her face. She brushed it back behind her ears and nodded slowly, inviting him to take what he wanted. Not that it mattered, he was going to eat her anyway, but the fact that she was actually offering her wet pussy to him made it feel a little sexier. His cock twitched and began to throb in his trousers, and he knew he'd have to bury that in her before they left the ladies room, too. Returning her smile with a wicked grin of his own, Sean dove in to the honey pot in front of him.
Stacy squealed as Sean's jaw began to work at her pussy, tugging on her lips with his teeth. The sound reminded him of the noise Jennifer had made earlier that day as he had buried two of his fingers in her wet passage. Drawing back for a moment, he looked up at her and grinned, the whole lower part of his face glistened with pussy juice from just under his nose to the bottom of his chin.
"You know, if I make you come in my mouth, you've got to let me come in yours," he said, licking some of the liquid off his lips. Stacy nodded rapidly, desperate for Sean to resume his munching. She wasn't keen on the taste of the white cream that shot from Sean's cock, but right now she was extremely close to the edge and she would have agreed to anything in order to get him to finish her off. She thought she'd even let him do her up the rear, which was something she absolutely hated. Sean buried his face back in her crotch, this time ramming his tongue right inside her. Stacy realised that he was looking for her g-spot, and when he found it she had to stuff her fist into her mouth to prevent herself from screaming out. Her whole body shook and shuddered as her lover lapped at the hard, sensitive patch inside her. As her orgasm continued, she looked down between her legs and watching as he devoured her gushing hole, her juices dribbling over the sides of his mouth and down his chin.
***
It took almost three hours for Amber to reach her sister's house. The building, a large, converted barn, was almost a mansion. From the main entrance, a visitor could go right into a small bar area that led into a conservatory. The conservatory itself opened onto an outdoor veranda, with a small pond in the middle. There was a brick barbecue, covered at the moment, that was used regularly during the summer months. Going left from the porch led into a large, formal living room, that the family used when entertaining guests after a dinner party. This room led into dining room itself, which was also a large, elegant room, that Kieran and Imogen only really used when they had guests. The next room was another living room, but this was less formal than the other one. It was the room that the couple used for themselves, where they went to read or to watch television. There were a couple of chairs and sofas, and several bookcases lined with books, videos and DVDs. The last room on the ground floor was the kitchen, also a rather large room, and split into three sections. The largest was the kitchen area itself, with a large Aga cooker dominating the centre. Other cupboards and storage racks ran around the outside of the room. In another corner of the room, the second of the three sections was a round breakfast table made of brick and a glass top with black polished wooden edge. This part of the house had actually been the middle of the farmyard before Kieran had converted it, and this table was in fact the farm's well. Kieran had knocked down the wall of the well, re-bricked it, and placed a wooden cover on top. Three spotlights had been installed at regular intervals around the well, below the wood and glass top, and when they were switched on they illuminated almost half the depth of the well.