Chapter 8: The Journey

When he had first mentioned that they would have to travel to Scotland she had been reluctant. Travelling had never been one of her favourite activities and he could just as easily have taken the trip alone, but he said that it would please him to have her with him and for his sake she had made an effort. They would only be away for a couple of nights, staying in a Scottish baronial castle which had been converted into a hotel. She had seen pictures of it on their website and it had looked wonderful. If the list of their facilities was to be believed, she would not be bored while he attended a couple of meetings.

In the last few days she had shopped for the trip. In addition to day clothes, she had bought some tweeds for walking in the hills, new dresses for the evenings and two new swimming costumes. She had amassed quite a collection of new things which Roberts, her maid, was now packing in her dressing room. This afternoon, her husband was in his study preparing some papers for his business meetings, which gave her time to pack her cosmetics and toiletries ready for an early start in the morning. She put a few last things in her favourite vanity case and gave instructions to Roberts that this case be put inside the car for her.

That evening they dined alone and watched a film, before retiring early.

The next morning was crisp but bright. It promised to be a fine day, which gave her some comfort as she fumbled with her jacket buttons and fussed about finding her red leather gloves. Taking her bag from Roberts, she took a deep breath and swept down the stairs to find her husband trying hard not to look impatient in the hallway. Within seconds they had left the house and were installed in the back of their car and under way.

Settling themselves into the soft leather seats, they chatted for some time about family matters, plans for the garden and some new gossip about a couple they knew. Behind the front seats of the car, a screen allowed them the luxury of privacy, letting them talk freely whilst Morris listened to his own choice of music on the radio switched to only the front speakers. About half an hour into the journey, they fell into an easy silence.

Beside her seat, a pouch held a selection of magazines. She browsed through the current Country Life, while he reached for his laptop and worked for a while on some graphs and spreadsheets. From time to time he pointed out to her some feature or asked for her advice on how best to prepare some numerical data for his presentation. As the click of his keys continued, she leaned back and enjoyed the view as they passed through some of the beautiful countryside near the south coast. Presently she felt his hand touch her knee. He slid the computer onto her lap and smiled. On the screen was the text of a short story. For some time he had evidently not been working on his numerical data.

The story concerned two strangers on a long plane journey. Waking from a short sleep the woman finds her head is resting on the shoulder of the handsome stranger beside her. She jumps up but the stranger tells her not to worry, that he had enjoyed her warmth against him.

"Please make yourself comfortable again if you want to," he said smiling at her.

He raises the arm rest between them and moves a little in his seat. After a little hesitation, the woman replaces her head on the man's shoulder and pulls the blanket round her. His head falls towards her and he nuzzles gently against her. Gradually he starts to reach out and feel the contours of her body under the blanket. She does nothing to stop him, enjoying the slow caress of his hands. He notices her breathing deepen as he squeezes her nipples very gently through the thin layers of her clothes. In response to this, he systematically unbuttons her blouse until he can slip his hand over the top of her bra and cup the flesh of her breast.

She did not look up at him as she read. But she rested her hand on his thigh, stroking it gently as she read and gripping it a little tighter when the words aroused her. He half turned towards her so that he could watch her face flush slightly as she read on.

The woman on the plane reaches across to lay her hand on the bulge in his trousers. His penis is rigid and he presses it up against her hand. As he fingers her nipples, she turns her head to him and accepts a kiss. As he parts her lips with his tongue, her hand tightens on his bulging penis and he gives the slightest moan into her mouth. Pulling her blanket so that it is now draped over his lap too, she unzips him and pulls down his pants to set free his erection.

He moves his hand to her bare legs, sliding it up her thigh, gently parting her legs. He finds the triangle of her pants, wet with her juices. He eases the fabric to one side and slides his fingers into her. Stifling a moan, she lets her hand massage his cock from the base right to the tip, circling the head with her thumb, spreading his wetness to lubricate him.

As she read this, she felt a familiar touch on her own thigh. This hand found lace stocking tops and above them the lace edge of silk French knickers. The hand encountered no obstacle as it found its way home. She had to concentrate hard to keep reading while skilful fingers explored her lips and penetrated her in such a distracting manner.

Covered by the blanket, they each slide a little way down in their chairs as they raise their groins to accept the attention of the other's hand. Together they pick up the pace of the stroking so that they are now oblivious to their location and the fact that there are people all round them. He turns his attention to her clit, rubbing it faster now. She works his cock faster, increasing the pressure of her hand around the shaft. Rocking against her hand, she comes with a stifled cry into the blanket, squeezing and pulling his cock as it explodes in her hand...

She had barely reached the end of the sentence before allowing the computer to slip off her lap onto the seat to her left, allowing the hand which had been exploring her a little more freedom to move. She lay back in her soft leather seat and closed her eyes as the hand did its work. She did not stifle the cry which her orgasm caused. It was only afterwards that she wondered how effective the soundproofing in the car really was.

She looked up at her smiling husband.

"Did you finish the story?" he asked her.

"Not completely," she admitted. "Did anyone see them?"

"Some of the people close to them heard the moans and suspected, but they were all too British to look."

"What a pity. It might have given them some ideas about how to make a dull journey pass more pleasantly," she told him, raising her eyebrows.

They exchanged soft kisses for what seemed a long time, before she asked him quietly,

"And what can I do to ease your journey?"

He put his hands on her shoulders and gently pulled her down onto the floor in front of him. She kneeled facing him and was happy to understand what he wanted her to do. Unzipping his trousers and pulling his penis free, she used it to stroke her face and neck, which were still flushed red from her orgasm. She held it between both of her hands and rolled and rubbed and worked him before she bent her head to kiss along the shaft. Reaching the top she plunged it into her mouth, taking him deep into her, before pulling him out and concentrating her attentions on the head. She tickled him with her tongue, then ran it round the creases and over the sensitive top of his cock. She loved to eat him and the feeling of him in her mouth made her own sex throb.

As the car purred on, occasionally swinging from side to side, she sucked and licked his cock until she sensed he was ready to come. Sucking him hard and deep, she pumped away with her hand and he came strongly into her mouth. She held him still in her mouth until the shuddering of his body had subsided, moving gently then to clean them up before slipping back into her seat.

They took a few minutes to adjust their clothes; she reached for her vanity case to tidy up her make-up. There was nothing from the back of Morris's head to indicate that he was aware of anything out of the ordinary going on behind him. They took up magazines and sat very close together for the remainder of the journey.

The car pulled up and after a few minutes Morris opened the back door to let them out.

"The pilot tells me the weather is very fine, My Lord. He anticipates a smooth flight."

He leaned over before he got out and whispered,

"And I anticipate a smooth ride."

The car had stopped on a private airfield close to a small chartered jet. The pilot greeted them and they mounted the steps into a comfortable saloon. There were just a few armchairs and tables - even a sofa - all of the highest quality. They were the only passengers for this short flight and there were to be no flight attendants.

As they settled into their seats, the pilot's voice came over the speaker telling them he was cleared for take-off and asking them to fasten their safety belts. They enjoyed the view as they took off and were soon up to the required height to be freed from their belts.

"Now, about this smooth ride," he enquired.

"Your wish is my command," she responded with a cheeky laugh.

She rose and turned to face him as she removed her jacket, then unbuttoned her blouse. She watched his eyes as they followed her movements, enjoying the pleasure she always saw in his face. She slipped the blouse off her shoulders and let it slide down her arms and onto the floor. She was wearing a jade coloured satin bra, edged with lace. The cups were cut low, so that her nipples were barely covered.

She reached back to unbutton and unzip her skirt, then let it fall to the floor revealing matching jade pants and two bands of glowing pink flesh above her hold up stockings. She stepped out of the skirt and pushed it to one side with the high heel of her shoe. She stood before him for a few seconds, watching him watching her, then sat down in her seat.

"No more until I see what you are offering me."

He inclined his head in consent and got up to face her. He threw his jacket onto a free chair and undid his tie slowly, looking deep into her eyes. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off too. Moving forwards he stood immediately in front of her and looked down at his trousers. She smiled and undid the catch then, looking up into his eyes, she slowly undid the zipper. He took half a step back and slid his trousers off. She was amused to notice that he must have slipped off his shoes before he had stood up.

Reaching out his hand, he led her over to one of the sofas and guided her down to a seated position. He knelt down on the floor in front of her and ran his fingers inside the cups of her bra, folding them down and freeing her nipples. His mouth hungrily found one nipple and then the other. As he sucked and tongued her nipples, she slid her hand into the top of her knickers and cupped her pubic mound in it, with her middle finger pressing gently on her clit. He spent a long time on her breasts, which were full and heavy. She let her finger play very gently around her button, enjoying his suckling.

Tracing his tongue down her stomach, he took the top of her pants in his teeth and began to gently tug them downwards. She put her hands on the seat and raised her bottom so that he managed to pull them all the way down and over her feet. Kissing up the inside of her legs, he buried himself in her pussy, smelling and tasting her musky wetness. Her lips were swollen and her clit was still quite hard from his earlier attentions. From this and the way she was writhing against his mouth, there was no doubt that she was ready to be ridden.

He stood up before her and let her pull his pants off. She cradled his balls in her hand as she sucked and licked all over his cock, making sure he could see it in her mouth. He took her by the shoulders and thrust in twice, three times, before pulling out of her and gently pushing her down onto her back. Kneeling between her legs, he pulled her hips up from the seat and pushed home into her. He kneaded her buttocks as he thrust deep into her. She pushed up to match his thrusts, crying out with each one.

He settled back on his heels, pulling her up to sit astride him. Like this he could apply his mouth to her breasts as she bounced in his lap, impaled on his rigid shaft. Knowing his ankles would appreciate a change of position, she pulled herself off him and turned round, kneeling along the sofa with her backside in the air. He pulled her hips towards him and thrust directly into the very depths of her. Ready to explode now, she responded as he picked up the rhythm. Pounding into her as her huge breasts swung and slapped under her, he rode her to an enormous orgasm, ramming home his spurting cock as deep as it would go.

After a few minutes of recovery time, they hurried to gather their clothes and dressed quickly. They had hardly settled back into their seats when the captain announced that they should fasten their belts for landing. Touching down smoothly, they could hardly believe the flight had passed so quickly.

"I hope you enjoyed the trip, Your Ladyship," said the pilot as they descended the plane steps.

"Thank you, yes. It was a very smooth ride," she answered with an innocent smile.

"We usually call it a flight in a plane," he corrected her half-teasing.

Her husband ushered her towards the waiting car. Turning back to the pilot he smiled, "She knows what she means."

The car journey to the converted castle was quite short and they were both completely absorbed in the fabulous Scottish scenery. They pointed out especially beautiful features to each other on either side of the car, so glad to be back in Scotland again.

Arriving just in time for lunch at the castle, they went directly into the dining room. Hungry from their tiring journey, they enjoyed a hearty lunch overlooking the loch, which stretched out a long way into the distance. Not required for meetings until two, he suggested they walk on the loch shore before he had to leave her for a couple of hours. They walked arm in arm along the water's edge, sharing memories of their younger days in Scotland and whispering erotic titbits from their morning's adventures.

They went up to their suite so that he could freshen up before leaving. It consisted of a sitting room area, with an archway through to the bedroom from which there was a door into the bathroom. It appeared that the chambermaid had already unpacked their bags and it did not take him long to get ready to go out. Kissing her softly on her mouth, he promised that he would not be any later than he had to be and that he would bring her a present on his return.

He had taken the car and driver, so she would content herself with exploring closer to home for now. She looked round their rooms and was pleased to note that the furniture was not all mock-antique hotel dressing, but an eclectic collection of styles of the kind one might find in the bedrooms of a private house of this kind. No embarrassing mini-bars in this establishments; instead, on a dresser there was a tray of small decanters - a proper grog tray. She carried her vanity case through to the bathroom. The room was not huge, but it had a large spa tub and separate shower cubicle, along with a bidet and all the other normal fittings. She looked forward to having some fun in that tub when he was finished with his meetings.

Draping her coat over her arm and collecting her bag and gloves, she strolled down the long staircase to the hall. This was older than their own house and considerably bigger, but despite its conversion it retained the warm atmosphere of a cosy house party. One of the staff greeted her as he passed and remarked on the sunshine she had brought with her from the south. It made her feel good to be at home amongst these good people again.

She wandered around the public rooms, finding sitting rooms, a writing room, a library and a door marked "Pool". The door led to a covered walkway from the house to what appeared to have been the stable block. Peering gingerly through the door at the end of the walkway, she found rather a good swimming pool. Alcoves along one side seemed to house some fitness equipment and along another side there were changing cubicles. Perhaps he would have time tomorrow morning before his meetings, she thought.