Contents
Cover
About the Book
About the Author
Also by Cheryl Mildenhall
Title Page
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Copyright
About the Book
When Hillary and her girlfriends rent a country house for their summer vacation, it is a pleasant surprise to find that its secretive and kinky owner – Darius Harwood – seems to be the most desirable man in the locale. That is, before Hillary meets Haldane, the blonde and beautifully proportioned Norwegian sailor who works nearby. Intrigued by the sexual allure of two very different men, Hillary can’t resist exploring the possibilities on offer. But these opportunities for misbehaviour quickly lead her into a tricky situation for which a difficult decision has to be made.
About the Author
Cheryl Mildenhall was one of the first and most popular Black Lace authors who incorporated a bonkbuster Jilly Cooper style with more explicit sexual fantasy. She is the author of The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea, By Any Means, The Lure of Satyria, Pulling Power, A Sense of Entitlement and Summer of Enlightenment, all available from Black Lace.
She lives in London.
Also by Cheryl Mildenhall
Pulling Power
The Lure of Satyria
A Sense of Entitlement
Summer of Enlightenment
By Any Means
The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea
Cheryl Mildenhall
1
There was no doubt about it, Hillary felt distinctly uncomfortable at being part of such an intimate gathering dressed in such a scant amount of clothing. Desperate not to draw attention to herself, she carefully shifted in her chair, intent only on easing the uncomfortable sensation of warm, worn vinyl against the back of her bare thighs . . . Mind you, her quest for anonymity was fruitless. No sooner had she executed the surreptitious movement than a pair of blue-bottles landed on the school table directly in front of her, their rapturous buzzing drawing the irritated attention of other teachers in the over-heated staff-room, including Michael.
Ignoring the copulating insects, Michael cast a sweeping glance over her body then caught her eye and winked. Blushing furiously, she managed a tentative smile in return. The lightly tanned Australian ex-athlete was easily the most attractive member of staff and Hillary had made no secret of her desire to get to know him better, yet for the past three months he had hardly acknowledged her existence even though they were in the same department. The flies disengaged and departed and the small assembly hastily returned their attention to Mr Gleeson, the principal. By the sound of it he was approaching the end of his discourse.
‘I think you’ll agree we’ve all enjoyed a most rewarding term and I honestly believe the exam results will bear this out.’
Smiling weakly at the people gathered around him, he removed his glasses and, using the corner of his knitted waistcoat, began polishing them furiously. It was a contrived action intended to signal the end of the meeting and after a few moments one or two people began to grope around on the floor beside them for books, papers or handbags; a few of the braver ones actually rose from their chairs, being the first to help themselves from a tray of plastic cups half filled with warm sparkling wine.
Ignoring this feeble attempt at largess, Hillary moved quickly to the open window, thankful for the slight breeze that intermittently broke through the monotonous heat of the afternoon. She found herself wondering absently what sort of person Mr Gleeson must be to wear a knitted garment on such a stiflingly hot day. As far as she was concerned, it was a red letter day, the last day of her first term as a fully fledged physical education teacher; ‘games mistress’ as James her last serious boyfriend had dubbed her. James. Now there was a disaster area. At twenty-six she was a relative late-comer to the teaching profession and, when she’d first joined the staff of the large comprehensive at Easter, the forthcoming term had appeared endless and fraught with obstacles and professional pitfalls. Now here she was, the term suddenly over, facing six whole weeks of summer with nothing to do.
It was strange but now that it was nearly time to leave she felt wistful and a little afraid. The kids and staff had become her family during the past few months, and she had enjoyed the structure of a timetabled day. Since that last bust-up with James, she had needed some structure to her life. Whilst the prospect of a long, empty summer might be the idea of bliss for some, it filled her with dread. She grinned at her own over-dramatisation. Perhaps dread was too strong a word for the way she was feeling but she couldn’t say she was particularly looking forward to the summer break. Being the sort of person who needed to keep busy, perhaps she should look around for a temporary summer job.
Gathering the full length of her silky, chestnut hair in one hand and holding it on top of her head, Hillary leaned out of the window as far as she could, revelling in the sensation of a warm breeze against the back of her neck as it dried the beads of perspiration that nestled there amongst the fine, downy hairs. Despite the impracticalities of wearing her hair long, she couldn’t bring herself to have it cut short.
At that moment she felt a hand lightly brush against the back of her skirt and whirled around to find herself gazing into Michael’s deep-brown eyes.
He grinned cheekily and held out a plastic cup. ‘You haven’t drunk your wine.’
She didn’t really want it but accepted the cup anyway and took a tentative sip. The tepid alcohol tasted every bit as disgusting as she’d expected it would. All this time Michael hadn’t taken his eyes off her and under the thin cotton of her T-shirt she felt her breasts swell and her nipples harden. Without thinking she glanced down at them, blushing as Michael’s eyes automatically followed her gaze and rested on the outline of her breasts with undisguised interest.
‘I thought it was only cold weather that caused that reaction,’ he said, laughing at her and enjoying her obvious discomfort.
For a few moments she was speechless, rooted to the spot in embarrassment until from deep inside herself she found the boldness to retaliate. ‘Don’t flatter yourself, Michael, I was just thinking about my boyfriend actually.’
She expected him to leave her then, to go off duly rebuffed and seek pastures new. To her surprise and pleasure he did no such thing but stayed at her side, his bare thigh casually brushing against hers. For a while neither of them spoke, each apparently lost in their own thoughts, although Hillary found her senses totally occupied by his proximity and the responses this conjured within her own body.
It wasn’t only his physical presence that excited her, not when her nostrils were filled with the musky, entirely masculine scent emanating from his body, and her eyes were fixed on the smooth musculature of his upper arm as it rested on the window ledge next to hers. Even his breathing was a delight to her senses: rapid and uncontrolled, it hinted at a barely restrained virile force lurking just below the surface of his apparently cool exterior.
As such thoughts filled her mind she found her body had started to tremble. Tentatively she glanced sideways at his profile and, with some surprise, she noticed that he looked younger at such closer quarters.
Still staring resolutely ahead he spoke to her. ‘I think we should be going, don’t you?’
She felt a small quiver of excitement at his words, then, remembering something, she sighed relucta
ntly. ‘I can’t leave just yet. I still have to finish my half of the equipment inventory.’
He shrugged. ‘That’s okay. I’ll give you a hand, then it won’t take any time at all.’
Filled with gratitude and anticipation, Hillary merely smiled and nodded. She looked around for her tote bag, then remembered that she’d left it in the changing room at the gym. Michael meanwhile made his way over to the group of staff still gathered around the drinks tray. Someone had produced a bottle of whisky and refilled the cups with the infinitely more palatable amber liquid. Her stomach clenched tightly with barely controlled longing, Hillary watched Michael as he spoke briefly to Mr Gleeson who nodded and raised his cup to her in a cheery farewell. By the time they were both in the corridor her heart was pounding heavily in her chest and the small sparks of desire in the pit of her belly were flickering into tiny flames.
A few kids still remained as she and Michael crossed the familiar expanse of the large communal playground, although thankfully the playing field and gym were totally deserted. It was only to be expected that few of the pupils would choose to hang around the school premises any longer than absolutely necessary.
The communal equipment room was large, linking the boys’ and girls’ gymnasiums. On the boys’ side the large roller-shutter door was closed and bolted. Pausing only to collect the inventory sheet from her office, Hillary started checking off the equipment straight away. Anxious to complete her task as quickly as possible, she rapidly filled the sheet with her small, precise handwriting. Dutifully she added to her list as Michael called out to her, his voice becoming more and more muffled as he investigated the deeper recesses of the storage room. It was hot and airless in there and she quickly began to feel exhausted. Never mind, at least the job was now finished. Glancing down she saw that her previously immaculate white skirt and T-shirt were creased and grubby.
‘Take them off if you like, I don’t mind.’
Startled, she whirled around, surprised to find Michael standing behind her when she thought he was in one of the far corners of the room. His nearness was now indisputably arousing and it took every ounce of her willpower to resist moving the final couple of inches towards him and into his arms. Instead she rubbed her forearm across her brow.
‘It’s so hot and sticky in here,’ she said, not complaining but merely stating a fact.
Michael raised a finger. ‘Wait here, I have just the thing in my office.’
In less than a minute he had returned bearing a large electric fan which he proceeded to plug in, setting it firmly on top of a stack of boxes next to a pile of thick rubber gym mats. As it whirred into action, he pulled down the shutter door until it was almost completely closed, blocking out all but a few rays of sunlight. Hillary was amazed at the transformation as suddenly the storeroom felt cool and comfortable. Without waiting for her to respond, he hitched himself up onto the pile of mats and reached out with one strong arm to pull a startled Hillary up beside him.
For a few moments she allowed her body to bounce gently on the rubber, trying to quell the excitement building rapidly within her, the small flames of desire now grown to almost forest-fire proportions. She glanced down: in such a position her short tennis skirt barely covered the tops of her thighs, a fact that hadn’t gone unnoticed by Michael. Before she could stop him he put out his hand and, having undone the one button that held the skirt in place, pulled it from her body. Immediately, she felt the cool breeze from the fan waft over her feverish skin. Thank God she was wearing decent knickers, she thought to herself, cringing in embarrassment under his frank appraisal of her lower body. White like the rest of her outfit, the thin, almost transparent triangle of her knickers moulded itself damply around her pubis, barely concealing the tangle of velvety curls beneath. Nor could the scant material contain the rush of her own juices as it soaked quickly into the delicate fabric, the pulsing of her sex gathering momentum in proportion to her rapidly mounting desire.
Groaning at the sight of her obvious arousal, Michael kissed her hard on the lips forcing her teeth apart and snaking his tongue around her mouth in a journey of exploration. Relaxing into the exquisite sensation of unfamiliar lips on hers, Hillary wrapped her arms around his neck and allowed herself to sink gently backwards. She felt her eyelids becoming heavier as she gave herself up to the consummate harmony of their movements, her eyes gradually closing completely during the long blissful moments of their mutual caress.
Somehow, without interrupting their sensuous rhythm, he had managed to shed his clothing and she moaned as he pulled off her T-shirt and pressed his naked chest against her intoxicated body. In response, she allowed her fingertips to travel the ridges of his spine, kneading and massaging the muscles at the nape of his neck and shoulders. Eventually she dared to slide her hands slowly down the sides of his body and over his hips, pausing for just a fraction of a second to boost her courage before cupping the flesh of his well-defined buttocks in both her hands. As an expert in such matters, she appreciated the tautness of his gluteus muscles as they quivered tantalisingly under her gentle grip.
Squeezing them a little harder she eased them apart slightly with her fingertips, her long nails tormenting the sensitive flesh of his anus. For a moment his whole body went rigid and she wondered briefly if she had gone too far but he soon relaxed under her practised touch. Teasingly, tantalisingly, he began to mirror her actions, probing between her soft cheeks until she felt she would scream aloud from the delicious torment.
With urgent hands she reached between their bodies. Struggling slightly under the weight of him, she pulled her knickers down as far as she could before kicking them off into oblivion. As though this were his cue, Michael thrust himself deep inside her causing her to gasp with surprise and pleasure, his rhythmic pounding soon resulting in a mutual climax of mind-blowing intensity.
Instead of allowing herself to relax in the hazy afterglow, Hillary felt regret building within her. It had all happened too soon, was all over too quickly. Rebounding like a rag doll against the rubber mats, she tried to pull away from him but he held firmly on to her wrists with one strong hand, using the other to caress her breasts which despite her mental resistance responded instantly to his touch. She bit her lip, trying hard to quell the fire already sizzling within her once again. Amazed at her own passion, she groaned as her nipples grew and hardened, her clitoris swelling and throbbing unbearably as she yearned for the release of his touch. Apparently reading her mind once again, Michael bent his head and sucked each nipple in turn before gazing deep into her troubled eyes.
‘You’re really hot, babe,’ he murmured, his voice as thick and huskily sweet as molasses.
She had dreamed, no, fantasised about this moment often enough during the past twelve weeks. An afternoon on the playing field was always sweet torture. Trying desperately to coerce the interest of a group of lazy Lolitas when their attention was clearly directed towards the boys’ sports area was no easy task. How could she possibly hope to compete with classes that were, at the upper end at least, little more than a grunting, heaving mass of muscle and sinew permanently seething with sexual curiosity and unrequited lust?
Out on the playing field the girls would stand and pose, pouting and giggling, knowing the effect they were having on their target audience and sometimes Michael himself would look across and wink at one of them, running his eyes blatantly over her developing curves.
After the first two weeks she gave in and accepted that despite her best efforts nature would take its course. Eventually the kids she strove so hard to keep apart would come together anyway. Year after year the names and faces would change but their basic instincts never would.
What she couldn’t bear was the thought that one day Michael might forget his responsibilities and give in to temptation. This noble concern wasn’t the whole truth. What she really couldn’t bear to imagine was his lithe, muscular body entwined with the willing, nubile flesh that surrounded him every working day; not when she wanted him
for herself.
Now, here they were, her fears put on hold while she relished the time they had together. With the whole summer stretching out tantalisingly before them, she hoped this was simply their first time. From under heavy lids she looked at him, her insatiable body melting all over again under his blatant scrutiny.
Leisurely he surveyed her, allowing his gaze to linger on her heaving breasts, her quivering stomach and the hot, moist place where their bodies were still joined. It was divine torment to watch him look at her in that way. Shocked by her own lack of inhibition, she couldn’t help wriggling under him, moving her legs even further apart and using her strong vaginal muscles to draw his still hard cock deeper inside her. Arching her back she churned rhythmically beneath him, rubbing the swollen heat of her sex against his pubic bone, massaging him with her clitoris until she reached the point of no return and he could no longer hold out against her artfully contrived manoeuvres.
Taking over control he slowly pushed himself deeper inside her then withdrew almost completely, sliding his penis from her with agonising deliberation before plunging even deeper than before. Hillary spread her legs wider, trying to stretch herself open to accommodate more of him. She soon realised she couldn’t force him to alter his pace. His powers of self-restraint were too well honed. Instead she slipped both her hands into the secret furrow between her legs, using one set of fingers to skilfully rub her desperate clitoris and the other to probe inside the vessel of her vagina, not to usurp Michael’s cock but to add to it and enhance her own enjoyment.
Far from resenting her interference, her action seemed to push Michael over the edge. This time the immediate force of their first orgasm was tempered by one of slow intensity, the waves building in a crescendo that she felt would never end. Now, at last, she felt replete. She sighed happily and stretched. A quick glance at the luminous dial of her watch warned her that the caretaker would soon be making his rounds and she mentioned this to Michael.
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