This story is pure fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of 18.
NOTE: There was a comment which said that Leonardo was homosexual. That's simply untrue. There are no contemporary accounts even suggesting he was homosexual. To do so is pure speculation.
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Mary rose at her usual 5 am. She dressed in some clothes she'd purchased the previous day from the Marks and Spencer's in Truro. A white blouse with a delicate white embroidered floral design, and a green and yellow tartan zippered knee length skirt. She hadn't made the decision yet but she'd suddenly had the urge to wear thigh highs. She'd never liked panty hose but wore them for the belly control she thought she needed. She really didn't.
She was doing a fry up when Ben walked in.
He greeted her with his typical cheerful, "Morning Mary, all right?" as he poured his coffee.
She smiled and replied, "Just wonderful lover, looking to be a lovely day today but we'll see how long that lasts."
Ben acknowledged the fickle Cornish weather and nodded, "Forecast is for rain this afternoon." He took a sip of too hot coffee and noticed her outfit. "Mary is that a new outfit?" he asked.
"It is, you like it?"
Ben nodded enthusiastically, "Very much, it compliments your complexion and, well... your figure too."
Mary paused, "What?"
Ben looked up at her, "What?"
Mary hadn't replied to his question about her outfit, "You said something about my figure?"
Ben paused and was a bit confused, he knew she'd replied. "Yes, I said you look quite becoming in it."
She smoothed the dress, "Why thank you" she said as she put his plate down.
Mary was very flattered at this and felt a warm flush, she had to turn away quickly when she felt her nipples hardening. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," she thought as she chided herself. One down side to the new vest she wore, it was sheer. All she needed was to be prancing around their lodger with her nipples on display. When she'd gathered herself she got his plate together and joined him for breakfast.
Breakfast conversation was light and cheerful and much to Mary's chagrin, Ben finished his breakfast much to quickly for her liking. He kissed Mary on the cheek paused at the door, winked and said, "You look good enough to eat," before closing the door and leaving.
He sensed she liked the comment.
Mary stood with her mouth agape. His comment was very brazen, she was shocked but at the same time, shamefully appreciative of it. She'd been seeing a much more familiar side of him lately. Not so much at what Ben had said but over how she was reacting. She looked down at her breasts. Each had a firm nipple poking out and she felt the heat in her loins as her insides fluttered.
That image of him on top of her flashed into her mind again. She rubbed the palms of her hands over her nipples, "Good God woman, get a hold of yourself!" she thought to herself.
Getting to work she was absentmindedly vacuuming and thinking of Ben and growing increasingly wet between the legs when she glanced at the clock and remembered she'd wanted to get his room started at 8 am. She didn't really recall why she wanted to but started up the stairs anyway.
While she'd been at work an invisible Ben had walked past her and entered his room to wait.
Precisely at 8 am and without knocking, because she knew he wasn't in there, Mary entered his room carrying fresh linen. Ben was invisible and standing on the far side of the bed. He waited for her start to straighten the bed before he gave her a strong erotic image of them making love as she lay on the bed. Her eyes closed for a moment and she gripped the foot board.
"Mother of God," she whispered to herself as she clutched her right hand to her chest, her breasts rising and falling with each deep breath she took, "what on earth has gotten into you?"
Mary clutched her hands to her chest and sat down on the edge of the bed breathing deeply. Ben smiled to himself and pushed an image of her standing next to the bed, bent over and being fucked doggy style.
Mary's heart was pounding as she held her hands close to her chest. "Why on earth am I acting like this? I'm acting like a young smitten trollop!" She was very nearly overcome with desire and need. Suddenly the image of her naked bent over the bed with Ben's hard cock pounding into her snapped into her mind. She lowered her chin to her chest savoring the image what it might feel like, she took a deep breath and glanced at his pillow.
Almost without thinking she stood up and bent over the bed so her face was buried in his pillow her nose deeply inhaling his intoxicating arousing scent. Her eyes almost rolled back into her head as she sucked in the smell and ground her breasts into the bed. A few deep breaths of his scent and her right hand had found its way up under her skirt and was now busy rubbing her panty covered clit.
Without a further nudge she turned and stepped to the door. Quickly glancing into the hallway she quietly closed and locked the door.
She turned from the door and glanced about.
"Oh God I shouldn't be doing this," Mary thought to herself, she paused and then quickly lifted her skirt and slipped her panties down to her knees.
Ben smiled and shook his head at that, she was acting all on her own now.
Mary sat on the bed and as she leaned back she raised her skirt up, put her feet up on the side rails of the bed and spread her legs a bit.
