Dunvock House Chapter 6
Alice loved Ethan, not romantically, she loved him like a friend, a friend she liked having sex with because it was their favourite thing to do. She had never understood why sex had to be so special and exclusive and Ethan got that. They liked each other, the sex was good and they were hurting nobody. Jumping out of a cab, and striding briskly towards the private terminal, she was taken quickly through the private security area of London City. She kept her sunglasses on and was allowed to hang onto her coffee despite the restrictions on liquids on flights.
'One rule for regular people, another rule for the super rich,' she thought.
It annoyed her how easily Ethan could conjure up private jets. She wished she could resist the attraction but getting to the arse end of nowhere was impossibly time-consuming using regular methods.
She climbed up the little steps into the twelve seater Gulfstream, saying a more-than cursory 'Hello' to the very attractive male steward, and she took her sunglasses off to give him her best smile.
"Welcome aboard, madam. My name is Leo. We are delighted to have you on this flight to North Connell," he smiled.
He showed her to her seat - the only one occupied on this flight - and showed her how to buckle her belt, the location of the exits and the lifejacket under her seat, before offering her a drink.
"How about a champagne cocktail, Leo?" she suggested, and twisted her head to admire his physique as he turned and walked to the small galley at the rear of the cabin.
He bent over to open the fridge, displaying a perfect arse which she felt certain she would like to see without the tight uniform trousers.
He brought her he cocktail, and she sipped it delicately, licking her lips with her eyes fixed firmly on his.
"Delicious. Thank you Leo. Shall we go?" she requested.
He walked forwards, and she head a conversation through the curtain to the flight deck before he sat back in the crew seat and buckled his belt. They pushed back, and in minutes the plane accelerated along the runaway, before ascending quickly into the clouds.
She had planned to sleep through the flight, but imagining Leo on his knees with his tongue buried in her pussy was very distracting. Looking up, she caught him staring quite openly at her, and as he grinned, she knew that he was thinking something very similar. To distract herself, she opened her laptop and opened the file Ethan had sent her, The floor plan was very traditional for a Scottish shooting lodge. A bit short of en-suite bathrooms but the rooms were mostly large enough to do something about that. The kitchen needed serious investment but the fundamental layout and structural features were good. The flight passed quickly as she made some notes about what he could do to bring the house into the twenty-first century.
The plane began to descend, clouds obscuring any view until they were about 200 feet from the runway. The change in temperature was dramatic compared to London, and she gasped as she got off the plane.
"Ten degrees outside," the pilot informed her.
Leo carried her bag to the foot of the aircraft steps, and handed it to her with a smile.
"Amazing, what a place! Thank you, gentlemen. I shall see you tomorrow," she replied.
"I am anticipating the enormous pleasure of your company, already madam," he replied, turning to climb the steps again.
She carried her overnight bag towards the terminal, a small Portacabin like structure in the middle of a field. Two cars were parked, a Nissan Jute presumably belonging to the airport staff (one middle aged lady) and a Defender. She waved and walked briskly towards it as Douglas jumped out and came to greet her. They embraced and he took her bag.
"How lovely to see one of my favourite boys. How are you?" she asked climbing into the passenger seat. "Get the heated seats on Douglas. Jesus it's cold up here."
The engine roared noisily into life, and as they drove south across the bridge she looked west across the sea.
"Where's that? Is that Ireland?" she asked excitedly.
Douglas looked at her, shaking his head. "Ireland? Oh dear Alice, no, it's not Ireland you idiot!"
She laughed. "I've no idea. This is the furthest north I have ever come, and I am literally freezing. Has he got a fire on?"
Douglas laughed, shaking his head, and she put her head on his shoulder.
"It's good to see you Douglas, thank you for coming to get me."
Everything was green up here and she couldn't quite believe the abundant, vibrant foliage that covered almost every inch of the countryside. The road was a black snake cutting through it, almost covered in places by overhanging bracken, brambles and gorse. It was a blaze of verdant fertility and glory. She could see why Ethan wanted to have a home here.
He was waiting at the door, in beige shorts and a green polo shirt, and she jumped down from the car and ran to give him a hug. He swept her off her feet.
"Alice, baby. Good to see you. Did they look after you on the plane?'
She winked. "Didn't get the full service. But I hope to sort that out. You look well, Ethan. The wilds suit you."
He smiled. "It's an interesting place. I could do with your help to get it sorted. The chaps are coming over."
Alice laughed. "And you've found someone for them to play with?"
Ethan nodded. "She's coming over this evening. Interested in your impression - but so far the indications are promising."
He reached for his phone, and tilted the screen towards Alice as he scrolled through his pictures of Chloe. Her eyes widened as she stopped him at the picture of Chloe kneeling naked on the beach, rivulets of cum trickling down her face and chin, her eyes looking defiantly straight at the camera.
"'Promising? Ethan! It looks like she's more than promising. I'm looking forward to dinner already. Come on. Enough of that. Let's get round this house of yours."
She turned and walked towards the steps, and Ethan pushed his phone back into his pocket and followed her into Dunvock.
