Another extract from my diary for you. It's from early April this year, Penelope was home for a couple of weeks.
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I like to walk the grounds during lunch (weather permitting of course), find a nice spot in the sun and eat my sandwiches. It can be very relaxing after a hard mornings graft in the office, getting into the fresh air, listening to the birds and watching the over amorous ducks in the pond. It’s not often that I manage to get out at this time of year though, as it is either raining or freezing. Today, though, it seems to be quite nice. There is a break in the clouds, the sun is shining and it’s quite warm out of the wind, so my sandwiches and I are taking advantage of it.
There is a nice windbreak just the other side of the stables where the spring flowers are just starting to bloom, there is blossom on the trees and a nice little bench in the sun. I take a seat, open up the bottle of wine that I have brought with me and pour a glass, open up my sandwiches, sit back in the sunshine and start reading my book. This is the life. Quiet, surrounded by nature’s beauty, warm in the sunshine, wine, food, and a good book – I don’t think that life can get much better than this.
My wine and sandwiches are finished, and the sunshine and my reading material have had an effect on my nether regions, my cock straining against my trousers.
“I see you’re enjoying your book, Felix”, says a female voice, catching me somewhat by surprise. “It must be good – what is it”.
I look up to see Penelope standing over me. She looks as if she is ready to go out for a ride, being dressed for it with white jodhpurs, black riding boots and a white blouse. She is holding her riding helmet and a crop in her left hand.
“It’s ‘The Story of O’”, I reply, dropping the book to cover the obvious bulge. “It’s a French classic”.
“What’s the ‘O’ stand for?”, she asks, “Oral?”
“No, O is the main character of the novel. She gives herself over as a sex slave to her lover and his group. You should read it – it’s very educational”
“Well, judging by the mound in your pants, I think that you could be very educational for me.”
“Not now, I need to get back to work. You know what your step mother’s like”, I reply.
“ I need to practice my orals. Mummy says so, and you wouldn’t want to me to tell her that you refused me now would you”, she argues.
The sun decides to hide behind the darkening clouds at this point, and a large drop of water hits the end of my nose.
“Oh all right”, I say, “let’s get into the stable, before it starts raining”.
We make a dash for the nearest stall which is, thankfully, empty, except for the clean straw that the stable boy put there this morning and a couple of hay bales. Once inside, Penelope pushes me up against the wall next to the stable entrance, so that we are not immediately visible to anyone passing by. She runs her hand over the front of my crotch and gently squeezes my semi hard prick. She drops her helmet (riding, for the use of) and crop and pulls my head down so that she can kiss me. Her tongue snakes out of her open mouth across my lips and then darts into my mouth seeking my tongue. I kiss her back, both hands on her buttocks squeezing her arse through her jodhpurs. My cock hardens fully with the help of the oral and physical stimulation. Penelope continues to kiss me as she expertly unfastens my belt and trousers one handed, which slip to the floor as her hand slips down into my boxers and extracts my monocular trouser snake. Her hand slowly wanks my cock, squeezing the end as she reaches the top of her stroke. I break off the kiss and push her gently downwards. She kneels in front of me and, pulling the foreskin back, licks my bell end. My hands are on her head, not forcing anything, just resting running my fingers through her hair as she sucks on the top of my engorged member. I let a low groan escape from my lips as I put my head back.
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