- GREG

 

SHE HAD SURPRISED ME again. It made me want her more than ever. She’d first surprised me by turning me down in the parsonage. No one had ever turned me down before. Then in the cafe, she’d run. I wasn’t expecting that either.

I gave her a minute, fully expecting her to come back when she realised there was nowhere to go. When she hadn’t come back by the time I paid the bill I went after her. I had seen her cross the road through the window so I followed suit. I spotted her footprints in the mud of the track so went that way, the mist starting to thicken as I descended into the valley.

What was that?

I heard a shout, deadened by the increasing fog, impossible to pinpoint where it was coming from. I paused, listening. There it was again. Someone was shouting for help. It could only be her.

I picked up the pace as the track began to vanish. I tried to keep going in a straight line, hoping she hadn’t veered off to the side or I might never find her. No doubt she’d tripped and twisted an ankle on a hidden stone. If only she’d listened to me and not run off. I had to admit it, there was fun in the chase.

“Rachel,” I called out. “Are you there?”

“Over here!” came a frightened response. “Quick, help me, please!”

That was to my right. I ran that way and skidded to a halt just in time. There she was, dangling by her fingertips from an abandoned mine shaft. The area was riddled with them, most capped with concrete but a few like this one missed, lying in wait to trap unwary walkers.

“Grab my hand,” I said, kneeling and reaching down to her.

“I can’t. I’m falling.” She screamed but I caught hold of her wrists just in time, wrenching her upwards with a grunt, pulling her onto the heather before letting go. She lay on her side, her eyes wild as she looked at me. “Thank you,” she muttered, taking a huge gulp of air and letting it out slowly.

“Catch your breath,” I said. “Take it easy.”

“Thank you,” she said again, her teeth starting to chatter.

“Come on.” I got to my feet and held out a hand. “Let’s go get you warm.”

She put her hand in mine and as I pulled her upwards, I felt something passing through me, a spark of something that had entered me from her fingertips, as if the touch of her had done something to me. I wanted her so much but even with my cock throbbing and ready, I knew this wasn't the right time. Give her chance to recover first.

I led her by hand back along the track. She said nothing until we were out of the fog before muttering as the sun hit us, “I nearly died.”

“That’s what you get for being so impetuous,” I replied. “You need to get better control of yourself. I told you to sit down and eat your lunch. You ignored me and look what happened. You’re soaking wet, freezing cold and starving hungry. Get in the car.”

We’d reached the hamlet by then and I watched her climb into the back seat before I got in too, setting off a second later with the heating on full.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“Cutting things short and going to tonight’s hotel.”

“But the parsonage!”

“You should have thought of that before you did your impromptu potholing session. You need to get warm and dry and the hotel is the best place to do it.”

I had picked one of my favourite places to stay on the way to the lake district. It was a Michelin starred restaurant with bedrooms fit for people like me. She had no idea I was paying for the place and despite her protests I kept driving that way.

When we arrived, she commented on the luxury feel of the place, looking at the rows of Rolls and Bentleys outside. “Is this place included in the tour price?”

“We get good deals for our clients,” I replied as she looked up at the imposing castle in front of us. She had no idea it was thirty percent my hotel. “Now let’s get you inside.”

I walked through the door, her following meekly after me. The anger she’d shown when she ran off had vanished and I was glad. I didn’t fancy chasing after her again, it had only been luck that I’d found her that time before it was too late. I didn’t like to think what might have happened if I’d waited any longer in the cafe, of her falling to the bottom of that mineshaft without me having a clue what happened.

“Sit there,” I said to her, pointing to the roaring fireplace near the door. She sat meekly while I headed to reception.

“Two rooms for myself and Miss. Murphy here. Name of Osborne.”

“Ah, yes,” the receptionist replied with a knowing smile. “Good to have you back, Mr. Osborne. We’ve put you in the suite you had last time. Your companion is in the room next to yours. Here are your keys. Any bags to take up?”

“None for her, one for me in the back of the car.”

I swapped the room key for the car key before turning to beckon Rachel over. “We’re all set.”

I let her walk up the stairs first, glancing down at that ass of hers. I wanted to grab it so badly but like I’d said to Mark, I needed to play this slowly, let her realise how much she wanted me. It wouldn’t take long. She’d soon see she was better off if she gave in to my charms rather than trying to resist them. I was already thinking I might not just have one night with her. I might have much more.

I’d get her into the bedroom and then make my move. Or at least, that was the plan.

My well thought out scheme came a cropper when I showed her the bedroom and she immediately burst into tears. She sank onto the bed, her head in her hands as she muttered an apology towards me.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, sitting next to her, putting an arm around her shoulder, my desire changing in an instant from fucking her to wanting to know what was wrong with her, wanting to protect her.

“I’ve ruined this whole thing,” she said as she slowly calmed down. “I should never have come. My clothes are covered in mud and I’ve got nothing to change into and I almost died and it’s all too much. My parents were right, I should have stayed at home.”

She looked up at me with those big innocent eyes of hers and those soft red lips and I threw myself on her. She had no idea the effect she was having on me. Her clothes were clinging to her, the shape of her nipples visible through her top as her chest heaved.

The door was closed. I knew from experience that the walls were thick here, no one would hear a thing if I shoved her back onto the bed and tore those clothes off her. I wanted to so badly as she blinked expectantly up at me, looking on the verge of kissing me. I had to do it.

I planted a soft kiss on her lips, feeling the heat of her against me, the way her skin trembled, her eyes tightly closed as I stroked her cheek. Then I sat back. The rest could wait. First, I needed to make her feel better. “We don’t do this for every client but I can get hold of new clothes for you. Your case should have been here by now so it’s technically our fault you have nothing to change into.”

“Do you know when it will get here?” She looked dazed as if the kiss were still happening.

I knew exactly when her stuff would arrive. Never. I had been very specific that it should be kept at the guesthouse in Haworth. I didn’t want her wearing what she’d brought if it was like what she had on. I wanted her in things much more suitable and this was my chance.

“What shoe size are you?” I asked, ignoring her question.

“Five, why?”

“Bra size?”

“I’m not sure I want to answer that.”

I put my hands out and cupped them through her top. She didn’t push my hands away.

“Thirty four D.” I said when I let go, the feel of her hard nipples still forefront in my memory.

“Double D.” She blushed as she said it. “But that was pretty close. Good party trick. Do it to all the tourists?”

“Just you. Give me two minutes,” I opened the door and stepped out onto the landing, digging out my phone and hitting speed dial. “Jess, get me a week’s worth of outfits for a size ten and bring them here. Don’t tell her who I am, got it?” I gave her the other measurements before hanging up.

Jess arrived half an hour later. I had run a bath for Rachel and insisted she try and relax while we waited for her clothes to arrive. When they did, we found her sitting on her bed, wrapped in a towel, running a brush through her hair.

“I’ll leave you two to measure up,” I said, glancing down at the towel, trying not to think about whipping it away and seeing her body naked for the first time. I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anyone. Take it slowly, I told myself. It will be all the more exquisite if you do.

I closed the bedroom door behind me and walked across the hall to my bedroom. Once I was inside I took out my cock which was throbbing with need. I stroked it gently, thinking about her stripping and changing next door.

Already, I was becoming obsessed with her. I had adjusted my plans from one night to the whole of her vacation. I might have to change them again to a lifetime together. I could already picture her in my house, in my bed, in my life for good. I wouldn’t tell her that yet, no need to scare her. I couldn’t wait much longer to make my move. I needed to taste her.

When she was changed, I would take her to Dove Cottage as the itinerary had originally suggested. It had been easy enough to cancel her tour guide, a bit of money wired to them and they’d even shared the full details of her trip with me. It had been almost too easy.

Dove Cottage was a romantic location. While she was changing, I was looking up Wordsworth, refreshing my memory about him.

It would be a shame not spending the night here but it would be worth it. I couldn’t last much longer without just taking her. I’d come close to throwing her back onto the bed when I was comforting her, seeing those luscious lips reaching up to me, begging me to kiss them again. I could wait until tonight. No longer.

She had no idea what was coming but I knew. I smiled as I continued to stroke my cock, thinking of plunging it into her. Soon, I thought, very soon indeed.