Mike & Karen Ch. 22

She rocked herself against his floating body rhythmically, her legs keeping him pinned to her. His cock sliding in and out of her felt so damn good, and she knew she'd cum hard, at least once, maybe a few times if she could make him last.

"Ohhh, James..." she sighed, still leaning back, but feeling his eyes locked on her lovely breasts. She pulled herself back up and leaned forward now, her arms around his neck and nuzzling his face into her bosom.

"Go ahead," she cooed, shivering as he throbbed inside her. "No need to be gentle, I promise."

He kept hold of the wall, but he began kissing and licking her breasts, marvelling at how large and soft they were, wet with the pool and rainwater, but tasting so very divine all the same. He slid his tongue around the dusky nipples, which were hard with arousal, and he heard her moan, clutching him harder with her pussy.

"That feels so good," she breathed, undulating her body against him, making sure he kept sucking her tits while she fucked him. "Yes, lovey, that's so very good... fuck me..."

She found herself writhing and thrusting lustily, the deep, tingling pleasure in her core beginning to build. Despite the cool water, she felt warmer with each passing moment. As she thrust, she flexed her pussy around him, squeezing his cock and making him groan. Jenny wasn't sure she knew very much yet, but she was certain she knew how to fuck a boy, and make him cum so hard he'd always compare his next lay to her. He wouldn't forget. They never did.

James was sucking on her nipple greedily, biting it and tugging gently with his teeth, the delicious sting driving Jenny wild. She began hunching her hips harder and faster against him, feeling his manhood throbbing inside her. He wasn't far off, and neither was she. She was going to make him cum so hard he would forget how to walk out of this little den of lust.

"That's it, that's it, yes..." she gasped, gripping him tight. "Now start pumping back with your hips..."

Even though he was essentially floating, he began using the fulcrum of his hips to begin pumping back, moving in time as best he could against her increasingly fast pace. His head left her breasts and he moaned, the sound making Jenny's brinksmanship nearly collapse. She bucked on him, crushing herself against him while he writhed, locked to her by her strong legs.

She felt him shaking and straining to hold on. She hugged him close, kissing and then biting his ear as she held on. "Cum in me," she panted in his ear. "Go ahead, love, cum deep in me..."

James clenched his teeth and strained harder, pushing up into her for all she was worth. Jenny bucked and wailed as the dam broke and she felt him pumping his welcome cum deep into her. Her own orgasm battered her about, her sensitive skin alight as the rain pattered down on her. As he held on for dear life, she came twice more.

She almost collapsed against him, breathing heavily while he floated in the water, his body still mostly rigid, his hard cock pulsing deep in her wanton cunt. She kissed and nipped at his shoulder and pectoral, letting the orgasm bleed out of her as its own pace. She floated on clouds of scintillating delight, time and space meaningless. There was only the ecstasy of that eternal moment.

Minutes, hours, days, or centuries passed before she finally sighed and looked up at him, smiling. She didn't know if the smile was sly, coy, or kittenish. She couldn't tell, nor did it matter, since his head was still back against the edge of the little grotto pool, and he gazed up into the darkness above.

"Well now," she managed to say, thankful to have her breath back. "Not a bad way to kill an evening, what?"

He looked up finally and smiled, a dopey expression, one she readily associated with a man who'd just experienced the best orgasm of his life. "I... yes, I daresay. Lady Penrose, you are a marvel."

She giggled and almost blushed. "Well, don't let it get out, can't have it fouling my reputation as a bad influence on the locals."

Reluctantly, she pulled herself off his softening cock and then floated beside him, facing into the edge of the pool and resting her face on her arms, composing herself. That had been a really good orgasm, and she wasn't exactly ready to let him see exactly how it had affected her. Granted, not the best or most soul-shattering orgasm she'd ever had, but one of the best a man had ever given her.

She lifted her head and stared into the darkness. "Pity you're only here for the week, I could be persuaded to go for another few rounds of that, as your availability allows."

"Only if your intent is to kill me," James said with a weary chuckle. "But yes, I would readily accede to that suggestion. I am not terribly tied down by any schedule or obligations during this trip, and I can't readily think of better ways than to spend it in your company, Lady Penrose."

She turned her head and smiled at him, her brown eyes shining. "My friends call me Jenny. And I do believe you have earned that right, good sir..."

***

Tewkesbury, present day...

The Tudor House Hotel on High Street was indeed an old Tudor-era maison, with a white exterior bordered in dark wood. It was early evening when they'd finally pulled into the quaint little town of Tewkesbury, and Jenny had decided to simply check into their accommodations after a day of driving. They would have food brought up to them. This seemed to suit the rather sedentary Wesley's sensibilities as well.

"And this is the best room in the place, mum," the hostess said, gesturing around. "Hope it'll do for you and your companion."

"Quite nicely, thank you," Jenny mused, looking at her surroundings. The suite had a large set of windows that looked over the back of the hotel's lot and displayed its famed 'secret garden'. Her bed was a canopied four-poster, and the rest of the furnishings were elegant enough to suit. The dark wooden beams on the ceiling complemented the Tudor look. Wesley waited quietly, knowing he was not to speak.

"There is a chef on, mum, in case you get peckish," the woman said, her hands in front of herself and nodding her head. "Normally he's gone home by now, but because you're staying, he willingly made an exception."

Jenny smiled lightly. "I take it you've heard of me."

"Oh, mum, the whole town is abuzz about Lady Penrose buying property and hopefully bringing some prosperity with her," the woman said humbly. "You're not one of our local toffs, and the Penrose family is certainly known. They say you've done great things for Exeter."

"Well, we have done some things," Jenny admitted, blushing slightly. "But I doubt it's anything to make a fuss about."

"As your hostess, mum, may I make a suggestion?"

Jenny nodded.

The woman smiled. "Tewkesbury isn't hurting bad like some other places, mum, but there's always room for new life and people are excited. Maybe play that up for them a little. Nowadays, not a bad thing for the landies to be accessible."

"Well, at the very least, I should be able to accomplish that much," Jenny said easily. "So where would one go to hobnob with the locals and spread a little cheer?"

"Oh, probably the Nottingham Arms then, mum," the woman said. "While we have our own lovely fully stocked bar downstairs, it tends to attract more of a tourist crowd, not to mention the people staying here. If you want to find the local plebs, the Nott is best."

"Well then, I can do both," Jenny said simply. "Maybe I'll hit up this Arms place tomorrow after my business at Priory Park. Seems as good a time as any to carouse. But tonight, a quiet evening in, hm?"

"This room has both a shower and a tub, mum, so you can relax however you please," the woman said easily. "Like I said, if you need us, we're here for you, it's no hassle. We're honoured, Lady Greymoor."

She nodded her head and exited the room, closing the door behind her.

"Even people who you've never met before seem to already like you," Wesley observed from his place near the bed.

"Give it time, they don't know me yet," Jenny replied, removing her coat and putting it in the closet before stretching and making a noise. She couldn't see him, because her eyes were closed, but she knew Wesley was staring at her chest. "Mmmm, maybe a bath is in order, what? After a long day's drive, just what is required."

"I agree, mum," Wesley said, perking up at her suggestion.

"I thought you might, my dear..." she said, smirking at him.

Some fifteen minutes later...

"This... isn't quite what I pictured, I admit," Wesley said rather dolefully as he knelt beside the tub while Jenny was stretched out in it, luxuriating in the scented hot water. Unlike the bedroom and den, the bathroom had a modern feel to it, with beige faux marble walls, a glass shower, and a large tub, over which hung a large mirror. Jenny leaned forward and let the still fully clothed Wesley use the sponge on her back. At least his sleeves were rolled up.

"Don't worry, darling, I left plenty of hot water for you," she sighed gently, loving the feel of the sponge on her weary skin. She'd always been addicted to touches and caresses, certainly, but now that she was nearly fifty, she found that they were so much more cathartic because of how they soothed her body. Her hair was done up in a towel, to keep it from getting wet. "Be a love and get the bedside guide, will you? It must have a menu in it so that we can order up."

Wesley sighed (but not too hard) and handed his mistress the sponge while he stood and went to find the menu. Jenny busied herself soaping up her front and he sighed again as he returned just in time to see her finishing off her breasts. Damn.

"That little stool right there should suffice," she said, pointing with a wet hand and indicating a small, wooden three-legged stool. "You can sit next to the tub and read the menu to me while I continue my soak."

"Read the menu to you," Wesley said rather flatly.

"Well it is in your job description," she pointed out, turning to smile at him, resting her arms on the edge of the tub and her chin on her forearms. "You have read your employment terms, haven't you? It's all very plainly laid out. As a matter of fact, the only thing that isn't in there is all the free sex you get from me."

Wesley had no counter to that, so he pulled up the stool and sat down, opening the menu while Jenny went back to relaxing in the tub and soaking.

"So... do I read the whole menu to you as is, mum, or do we narrow this down somehow?" he asked.

Jenny pondered, looking up at the ceiling through mostly closed eyes. There was a small cushion where her head was resting, and she felt like she could have gone to sleep right there and then. But no, she'd because a prune if she fell asleep in the tub. And she was already paranoid about the hints of crow's feet she thought she'd seen at the corners of her eyes.

"Let's make this easy, then," she said finally. "Find us an all-in-one sort of meal."

"That sounds easy," he tried not to mutter as he began scanning the menu. Jenny mostly lay still, occasionally caressing her body with the sponge while Wesley concentrated on the menu. He'd scented the water with a jasmine essence, one of her favourites, and she seemed to be in heaven.

"How about this," he said finally. "There's an appetizer plate of small canapés, a lot of local stuff. Then there's something called a 'groaning board', which seems to be a wooden tray that has breads, cheeses, meats, onions, and the like on it. Described as 'hearty peasant fare'."

"Oh, that does sound good," she mused, sitting up slightly. "What kinds of items?"

"Ummm," he said as he perused the description. He hadn't heard of a lot of these things before. Then again, he was a pretty fussy eater. "Black bread... gherkins... Old Spots sausages... local sweet and sharp green onions... dried mutton... local mushrooms... annnd I don't know what Stinking Bishop is, but it sounds-"

"They have Stinking Bishop?!" Jenny blurted, sitting up suddenly and looking at him with a small splash. "Splendid, I know what dinner will be."

"Good, because I don't," Wesley said, giving the menu a wry look. "What is Stinking Bishop?"

"It's a cheese, boy, a cheese," she sighed, shaking her head. "Don't they let you eat cheese in Essex?"

"Well, I-"

"It's a type of double Gloucester cheese, only with the rind soaked in perry cider, so it's very pungent. What a delight!" she exclaimed, pointing back at the den. "Fetch the phone, please, and I shall order."

Wesley got up and tried to not trudge out of the room as he went on a hunt for the phone. Jenny waited patiently in the tub, caressing her breasts with the scented water. As long as he wasn't too obnoxious, Jenny decided that Wes could fuck her tonight. She could use the bliss prior to tomorrow's drudgery.

She listened as Wesley stepped around out in the room rather awkwardly, occasionally grunting and sighing in frustration. Eventually, he appeared in the doorway, holding an old-timey phone with a receiver and rotary dial. He'd stopped at the door, seemingly unable to get in any further. Jenny raised an eyebrow.

"Well, bring the receiver here," she said, holding out a wet, soapy hand. "You don't expect me to get out of the tub, do you?"

Wesley thought about his predicament for a moment and then began fiddling around, carefully dragging an ornate side table over to himself while holding the phone in the other hand. He put the phone base down on the tabletop, and then lifted the receiver, bringing it over to Jenny.

The coiled receiver cord was stretched taut by the time he reached her, and Jenny had to lean up and forward to take hold of it. Wesley turned and leapt at the phone base as it started to drag off the table, stabilizing it. Jenny waited patiently, holding the receiver.

"Excellent," she said finally. "Now, go ahead and dial the front desk."

Wesley paused. "I... don't know the number."

The countess' eyes narrowed at her swain, who felt an uncomfortable chill. He glanced over at the hotel's guidebook, which was still nearby her. He held the phone in one hand and then stretched his legs out as much as he could, leaning and then reaching with his hand, straining to lay his fingers on the book...

He groaned loudly as he gripped it with his fingertips, holding the edge desperately and drew himself up into a standing position. He looked like he'd run a marathon. Wesley glanced over at his mistress and she could see the exasperation in his eyes.

"Yes, I've no doubt the County Durham coal miners feel so bad for you," she said dryly. "Find the number, dial, and I will order for us so that we eat sometime this evening."

He sighed wearily and found the number, dialing it. Jenny waited patiently.

"Good evening, countess!"

"A very good evening to you as well," Jenny said cheerfully, holding the phone with one hand while caressing her soapy boobs with the other. Wesley just watched dumbly, as tended to be his habit. "Sorry to bother, but I have come over all peckish, and I was hoping you could send up a groaning board with some red, and then a port to drink."

"Most certainly, mum! Any allergies?"

"One of us seems to suffer from an allergy to effort, but that is of no consequence," replied the blonde woman, fixing her swain with a look. Wesley cleared his throat and looked away. "But if you would please include some Stinking Bishop, I would be most grateful."

"Y'can have all you like, mum, it's a little strong for most of our guests, seemingly," the hostess said. "Will thirty minutes suffice?"

"More than," Jenny said agreeably. "We will see you then. And thank you."

She waited for the line to go dead and then slid forward in the tub, handing the phone to Wesley. He hung it up and then hurried to replace the phone and the side table to their proper locations. He waited out in the main room, not really wanting to be around his mistress right now.

"Surprisingly peaceful," Jenny murmured to nobody in particular as she laid back again, closing her eyes. "I never would have given Glostonians credit for it..."

***

The Church of St. Edmund, Mansfield, Nottinghamshire, May 1993...

"Do you, Jennifer Penrose, Lady of Greymoor in her own right, take this man, James Harding, Baron of Ravensworth-Dunharrow, to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the bishop asked, looking down at the couple.

"I do," Jenny said simply, resplendent in white. Her lacy dress, while reasonably modest in design, did absolutely nothing to hide her figure, including the size of her bust.

"And do you, James Harding, Lord Ravensworth-Dunharrow in his own right, take Lady Jennifer Penrose, countess of Greymoor, to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do," James said, nodding.

"The rings, please," the elderly but kindly bishop said, smiling.

Millie, Jenny's younger sister and maid of honour, brought David's ring to Jenny, while his best man brought hers. The bishop was speaking about the symbolism and sanctity of the rings, but Jenny was only partly listening, her mind wandering as she thought of certain things.

Kat... I wish you were here for this today... would you have been my maid of honour?

Would I even be here today if I hadn't run away from you?

I am happy, though. Wish me well, Kat, if you can...

The rings and personal vows were exchanged, and those inside the ancient church erupted in cheers and applause as the bride and groom kissed. The bride and groom rushed out the door, followed by the attendants, and were greeted by yet more cheering and applauding people, throwing confetti and rice. They waved to everyone before clambering into the waiting Rolls-Royce.

"So, do I get to find out where we are having our honeymoon?" she asked, smiling at her newly minted husband before kissing him.

James laughed and poked her nose. "Jennifer Penrose-Harding, your curiosity is insatiable. And, per your own very specific instructions, I am to not tell you until we are at the airport. However, I remembered your two absolute no-go's... back to Australia, which you so recently escaped, and Canada, where you went to boarding school."

"One does want to see other corners of this big blue marble, after all," she reasoned, looking out the back window as the vehicle pulled away. She hadn't told James about Kat. She couldn't.

"Well, I am afraid you must endure the wedding reception with our parents and families before we can get away," James pointed out. "It would be nice to have an earldom to come back to, rather than being disowned for eloping."

"Heavens, if you have to work that hard to get disowned, then the House of Penrose would make your head spin," Jenny laughed. "I could get exiled for not using a fork correctly."

"There aren't many families as old or older than yours, Jen," he said, settling back in his seat and holding her hand. "The Cerdics, the Barclays, the Blackwells, the Wessex..."

"Well, they can all be found in Will's Domesday Book, that's a little different," Jenny mused, letting her mind wander at the mention of one particular name he'd brought up. "They're all related to the Plantagenets; I'm just a mutt from Coventry and Exeter."

"There's never been a more lovely mutt than yourself then, Jenny Penrose," James said gently before leaning in and kissing her. She melted into the kiss, losing herself. She did indeed love this man, and she would be a very happy wife. Whatever her struggles with her past, she would endure them. She had to find her own happiness, and hoped Kat had found hers, with the man, whoever he was, that Jenny had moved aside for.

Life would go on.

***

A posh hotel room in Tewkesbury, the present...

Jenny was lying on the bed, groaning and writhing in pleasure, groping her breasts as Wesley lay between her spread legs, lapping at her wet, hungry pussy. He was definitely making up for being annoying earlier that night, what with the incidents in the bath, and then his almost Scottish stubbornness in refusing to try the food he wasn't familiar with. Jenny ate more than she should have, because she didn't want to send uneaten food back and worry her hosts.