CHAPTER FIVE : STRANGE ENCOUNTERS
Because George was spending time in London on family business, and would not be home that night, Sarah had been invited by Susanna to spend the evening at the Vicarage for dinner. Peter, as ever, was a jovial host, knowing exactly the right mix of Bombay Sapphire gin and dry vermouth, with ice and lemon, to make a perfect cocktail. Sarah's favorite. He always had a fund of amusing stories about some of his parishioners to enliven things. All harmless, of course, an mainly untrue.
For her part, Sue was an excellent cook, so that the rack of lamb was delicious, served with roast vegetables and a herb salad. A fine bottle of Australian Shiraz Syrah was on hand to complement the meal. Peter knew how to choose the wines. Strawberries and cream to finish.
After the meal, the dishwasher filled and coffee on the hob, Peter had to leave to make various pastoral visits. Alone together, settled on the settee, Sarah and Sue relaxed in a mental haze of contented satisfaction, the lights reduced to a single lamp. They engaged in a lengthy kissing session, which both ladies relish, before doing what they most enjoy - making passionate love.
With soft lips gently nibbling together, tongues gently probing, they allowed their hands to slip down each of their blouses, finger tips feeling the satiny skin of their breasts, teasing the nipples until they stood hard and proud from the areola. Bras were deftly removed with kisses now being transferred to the nipples, fingers to the warmth of their damp inner thighs.
Both knew the mysteries and secrets each other's body well enough to spend an hour delighting themselves with exploring fingers, lips, teeth and tongues. So in tune were the two ladies, that their urges rose slowly at a similar rhythm, murmuring words of undying love, expressing wondrous delight in the bodily charms of each other. Sue had the larger breasts, with a faint tracery of blue veins below the pale skin, whilst Sarah's were firm, well-rounded and unmarked.
Sue's groin had the thicker covering of dark pubic hair, neatly trimmed, but Sarah's light ginger curls covered a wider area of inner thigh and belly. Both had generous labia that could not be contained within the confines of the outer lips, with Sue's being rather higher up the vestibule than Sarah's, which dangled darkly, either side of her vaginal opening. They almost begged to be suckled and chewed. And although each of the ladies were very familiar with the other's sensitive genital areas, both delighted in re-visiting them as often as circumstances would allow. That was fairly frequently.
Knowing just how to arouse the other to a peak of ecstatic agony, hips trembled and loins churned as the sexual excitement grew deep inside, growing ever stronger as tireless tongues tangled with clits, nipping and sucking, whilst bunched fingers fondled vaginas, exploring them in a flurry of thrusts. Groans and squeals became louder, breathing more labored, until the physical climax could not be delayed for much longer in either of them.
At the exact crucial second, each inserted a little finger deep in the other's bottom, triggering explosive orgasms at almost exactly the same time, though Sue was a fraction ahead. But no-one was timing them.
Lying together as one, in each other's arms, purring with contentment after their luscious love-making, Sarah was taken by surprise at being asked by Susanna what she was thinking about. Sarah paused. Should she tell her friend about her eventful day she'd had, or would it make her jealous. She didn't want Sue to be disturbed.
'I think you'd be upset if I told you.'
Sue laughed. 'Not at all. Is it nice and sexy?'
'Promise you won't be cross with me?'
'Gosh darling! I can't wait for the revelations. Besides, you tell such wonderful, lovely stories. I could listen to them all day. The only trouble is, I never know when to believe them. They all sound so real.' Sue laughed again.
'Okay then.' And snuggling even closer, the room lit with just a single standard lamp, Sarah told Sue what she was thinking.
II
It wasn't often that we get a visit from a member of the local police, but I had an unexpected phone call at breakfast, from a lady with a very charming, almost musical low voice. She said she was Sergeant Carol Jackson asking if she might call in to have a chat with George and me. Well, I explained that George was in London, and not expected back until tomorrow.
'However, I am free for the afternoon,' I told her, 'if that will suit you. What time do you have in mind?'
'I come off duty at four,' she said, 'so I could call in some time after that, if convenient.'
And so that was arranged.
I dressed casually with a silk blouse over my lace bra. You know the ones. The blouse is rather revealing, though the breast pockets hide the center of most men's attention. I had put on a pair of cotton briefs and a patterned pleated skirt with those chocolate colored Charnos hold-up stockings and a pair of tan court shoes. A red chiffon neckie completed the outfit. I had my hair tied back to show off my pearl ear-rings.
It was an unusually busy, and very warm morning, with the Stately Home teaming with visitors. Amongst the crowd I spotted was one particular young lady I couldn't take my eyes off. She was very pretty, with a demure engaging smile giving her a serene look which first caught my eye. With a loose bolero top, she showed plenty of her young breasts, and a whole expanse of mid-rift. The tight pair of brief shorts she wore, had my imagination running wild.
Of course, the men in the group were trying hard to ignore her figure, and mostly failing, since she wasn't very tall and eyes kept dropping! I thought I detected one or two swellings in the trousers of some of them as their eyes strayed. I must admit that, like many women I know, I have always been something of a secret crotch-watcher, particularly when traveling on the train, as men walked down the gangways, but a beautiful female shape is equally rousing. The young lady's neat bottom is most enticing. I was itching to smooth my hands over the young lady's swellings, perhaps to slip an exploratory finger between her pale thighs.
She suddenly turned to catch me looking at her, and I'm sure she guessed what I was thinking. In fact, I probably gave the game away by coloring up a little. Anyway, she gave me a come-hither smile, with slightly raised eyebrows. I smiled back at her and decided to test her reaction. After jerking my head slightly as a signal for her to follow, I moved away from the group into a small side-room, where I went to stand, gazing out of the long windows overlooking the river. Sure enough, the young lady followed me in. Standing beside me she said hello.
I smiled at her. 'Hello! And you are from...?'
'France,' she said.
'Are you staying long?'
'We're touring with students.'
'How long are you here for?'
