His message, left on a
nail in the garden shed last Thursday, had read ‘Hide and Seek’. He’d given her
a week to think of a hiding place. She
checked the time, stripped off her clothes, sprayed on some perfume and ran to
the library. Her bare feet made no sound on the carpet. Behind the long velvet
drapes in the library seemed the best solution and that’s where she now stood,
on a stool to keep her toes from peeping out. Wrapped close around her the
drapes kept her warm, until found. Just
thinking about it raised her excitement and her sex thrummed its
anticipation. The hall chime ten
o’clock. Time for the game to begin.
Mortlock’s footsteps thumped and his
murmurings grew to sound very cross as he hunted without success. Today he’d searched the library and in his
hurry he’d missed her. He’d come so close the drapes had swayed. She’d
suppressed a shiver and her nipples had hardened, brushed by the velvet. Now his heav tread moved upstairs as he
looked before he pounded down the staircase. The door of the billiard room
thudded as it hit the wall. Moments
later the library door opened, its familiar creak giving away his progress into
the carpeted room.
Their love sessions were
usually enacted in near silence, a hangover from Brighton
He began his second search of the room
beginning on the opposite wall. She heard him opening the cupboards, shifting
the couch away from the window wall, swishing the curtains. Her skin tingled,
her sex heated and her muscles tightened low in her belly. The thrill of
knowing he would find her at any moment made her legs weaken and with a swish
the curtain yanked back. She stood
revealed, shivering in the draught, her buttocks tense, her feet barely holding
her on the low stool.
Her erect nipples ached,
her flesh tingled with goose bumps and a giggle of delight escaped her as he
stared, his gaze raking her from top to toe.
“At last.”
She stretched her arms up high to relieve
their tension from being still for long minutes. Excitement bubbled and fizzed
within her. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her against his bare
chest. His exertions had given him a sheen of perspiration. She toppled as the
stool tipped. He righted her while he sucked and nipped her breasts. He slid
his other hand between her thighs.
Hiding for so long had wound her like a coiled spring. She yelped in
surprise . He released her and as the stool tipped once more he wrapped his
arms around her waist to hold her steady.
“Minx.” He picked her up
and threw her over his shoulder so her breasts rested on his back and her arse
received a swift spank. ....
