CHAPTER 50: The Virgin’s Fantasies, Part 3
“Good lord, no!” My Master sits up sharply, sploshing hot water and bubbles in equal measure over the rim, soaking the expensive towels on the floor. “Don’t even think that Charlotte. The reason that Michael and I are both tired is that we have both been working long hours to get things done before you were back...”
He sounds unfinished. “Master? I’m not following you?”
“Charlotte, I am delighted to hear that you have no plans for Summer because I have been offered the use of a beach house. I thought that the three of us might enjoy some time there together.”
“Oooh!” I squeal, clapping my hands like an over-excited four-year-old, and dumping more foam out of the bath. My Master twists around, wearing an amused smile, and I remember my dignity. “Um, yes, that sounds wonderful. I’d love to. Who’s offered it to you, if you don’t mind my asking?”
“I don’t mind at all. As you know, I’m working on a contract for the company that owns this hotel, this apartment. I’d mentioned that I was planning a holiday and, I think in an effort to keep me in easy reach while the project is on-going, the CEO offered me the use of his holiday home.”
“Doesn’t he want to use it himself? It is Summer after all.”
“I gather he’s just bought himself a new place somewhere in the country. He got married recently, so he and his wife are busy setting up home together.”
“And we get the benefit? That’s wonderful. So...” I run his words through my head... “You say that you’ll be on call. Are you going to have to work anyway?”
He rocks his hand from side to side. “Some, yes, but I’ve got the job more or less finished. It’s just a case of being within shouting distance if it hits any snags.”
“And Michael’s coming too?”
“Yup. He’s also been working his butt off, to be sure he can take the time away.”
I lie back in the bath, luxuriating in the hot water, and the feel of my Master’s firm, lean body nestling between my thighs. Right now, it does not feel erotic, but it is very, very sensual. I reach round to kiss him on the ear. “Thank you, Master. I’m sure we’ll have a wonderful Summer.”
The door clicks open, scented steam swirling all around us.
“Room in there for another?” asks Michael.
“So, when can we go?” I ask later.
The three of us are lounging in bathrobes by the fire, enjoying a carpet picnic. Cheese, bread, olives and wine all taste wonderful, whilst strawberries, warm by the fire, sit like ruby jewels in a bowl, fragrancing the air.
“Pretty much any time we want. Richard gave me the keys a few days ago. All he asked was that I let Security know when we’re using the place. I’ll be free to go, around the end of next week. Charlotte, well, you’re free now, and Michael...??”
“About the same as you.” Michael is edging is way through my robe front. His voice is muffled because his face is pressing against a nipple. “End of next week would be fine for me.”
“You’re not going to cover me in strawberry juice, are you?” I ask. “I’ve just had a bath.”
“I’m going to cover you in more than that in a while.”
The following morning, Michael has left already. My Master is pulling together files and papers into his briefcase. I lounge on the rug by the fire, reading a book.
“Chill out for the day, Charlotte. I’ll be back later. I’ll give you a call to let you know when to expect me.
“That’s fine Master. I’m enjoying my book. I might go down to the park in a while, to read it out there.”
“Sounds good.” He tilts up the book to see the cover, moving his lips and shaking his head, as he reads the title. “A few weeks ago, it was finite element analysis and Fourier series. Now you’re reading chick-lit?”
“I’ve just finished my exams, Master. My brain hurts. It’s ready for a break.”
He smiles, wryly. “I know exactly what you mean. When I finished my exams, I always spent a couple of weeks reading nothing but superhero comics.” He bends and kisses me on the forehead. “See you later.”
Several hours later, I have not moved from my comfortable place by the fire except for coffee refills, and to fetch another book when I finished the first.
My mobile rings. It is my Master. “Charlotte, I’m sorry to disturb you, but I left a file back there this morning, that I should have brought with me. Would you mind fetching it along?”
“Of course, Master. Which one is it? Just give me the address.”
I locate the file on my Master’s desk, and stuff it, with my book, into my bag. Twenty minutes later, I arrive at the Haswell Building, in the City, with my Master’s file. Taking the elevator up, a very pleasant receptionist directs me to an office where, through a window, I see my Master in deep conversation with another man, both their heads bowed over plans, drawings and documents.
As I tap on the door and walk in, both men stand upright.
“Ah thank you Charlotte,” says my Master, holding out his hand for the file, but I am blushing, brilliantly red, as I recognise the other man: it is Daniel, whom I met a few weeks ago, at one of my Master’s... parties... In fact, it was on Valentine’s Day. Daniel was one of my ‘Valentines’. Tall, handsome, so dark a black that his skin shines, Daniel also has the biggest cock I have ever seen. I have been fantasising about that cock ever since.
For a moment, clearly he does not know me, but then recognition dawns on his face and he smiles broadly. “Charlotte! How lovely to see you. I didn’t recognise you there for a moment.”
It is hardly surprising. The last time Daniel saw me, I was stark naked, and dripping with his cum.