Majesty King Edward VII had been sitting in Jimmy's chair! And afterwards, just before we were about to retire next door to the comfort of the superb Blue Room to enjoy coffee and petit fours, Mrs. Moser herself appeared in the doorway-a rare sight indeed, for she was rarely seen outside of the kitchen.
'Excuse me, Miss Rosie, Mr. Horobin, I hope you will forgive me coming in but I do hope that you enjoyed your lunch.'
TO say we did, Mrs. Moser,' said Jimmy, heartily. 'I wish you would come and work for us in London. Since we lost Mrs. Bidder's services to Lady Arkley, Mama has found it impossible to find a really first-class cook.'
Mrs. Moser was really pleased. “Thank you, sir, that's very kind. But I'm very happy here and I've been to London twice already and it's a nice place to visit but I wouldn't like to live there.'
'Well, I don't think I'd disagree with you. But before I leave, I must especially compliment you on your apple pie-it was absolutely delicious and just a little bit different. What's your secret, Mrs. Moser?'
'I don't really know, sir, except that in the filling I use the rind of a small lemon and two tablespoons of lemon juice with a pinch of mixed sweet spices in the filling.'
I think Sarah was a little jealous of the praise Jimmy was lavishing upon the cook for I was sure I heard her mutter something about a dab of mustard! So somehow managing not to giggle, I said: 'And the meal was served quite splendidly too, wasn't it, Jimmy?'
He turned and gave Sarah a dazzling smile. 'Oh yes, Sayers was as efficient as ever and Sarah, you were quite splendid-and much prettier than Dennison!'
Sarah returned his smile and bobbed a curtsy. “Thank you, sir, it was a pleasure to serve you.'
Now it was my turn to feel an irritable twitch of jealousy.
'Good, now let's have coffee in the Blue Room, Jimmy. Then we'll go for a walk, alright?'
'Yes, yes,' he said, but I noticed he was still looking at Sarah who I could have sworn had provocatively licked her upper lip at Jimmy as he turned away to follow me out of the dining-room. Nevertheless, I put the incident out of my mind as we relaxed together on the new Chesterfield Papa had purchased at Harrods a few months before. But soon after we had taken a few sips of coffee, Jimmy put his arms around me and murmured softly: 'Dash it, Rosie, it's jolly hot outside, why don't we take a short walk to my bedroom?'
'What a splendid idea,' I replied. 'Only we must be careful and ensure that we are not observed. All it needs is one servant to discover us and you can be sure that the gossip will spread not only all over the county but even back in Society circles.'
'Damn Society, I despise it,' he grinned.
'Don't say that, Jimmy. As Mama says, only people who cannot get into it take that attitude.'
'Fair enough, Rosie, but I do so want you to come with me. Can't I persuade you?' he asked, with a roguish smile.
Jimmy held out his hand and pulled me to my feet. To be honest, I needed little or no persuading for frankly I wanted to fuck just as much as Jimmy but it would have been unladylike of course to have admitted it at this stage. So as we made our way carefully to his bedroom I pretended to chide him saying how naughty he was to drag me upstairs and how we would be far better off taking a gentle afternoon stroll round the estate-which was actually all very silly because I would have been extremely angry if he had taken note of my protestations and actually turned back! Mind, if I had genuinely not wanted to be fucked, I would have disengaged my hand from his and simply stalked off into the drawing-room. Just as I have never believed in prick-teasing, as the vernacular succinctly describes the practice, I demand to be respected when I decline an invitation to have sexual intercourse. Not that Jimmy would ever have tried to force me to do anything against my will-and let me say here and now, woe betide any man who would attempt such a contemptuous course. Fortunately I have only ever had to knee one over-persistent man in the groin and that was Sheik Yormonai from Mesopotamia at a soiree given by Papa's friends at the Foreign Office.
But on this never-to-be-forgotten afternoon there was an unspoken yet telepathic desire for sexual congress between this handsome youth and myself, a desire of such power that nothing could prevent or deny its fulfilment. I do not believe that even if, for instance Uncle Gordon had returned unexpectedly, we would have just passed him by with a hurried greeting and continued our way up to Jimmy's bedroom without interruption.
As it turned out, to the best of my knowledge we managed to reach our haven without being seen. Once we were safely inside, Jimmy wisely locked the door behind us and held me in his arms. 'Rosie,' he began, but I put my finger to his lips for at this moment no words were necessary. Our bodies crushed together as we held each other tightly, kissing and cuddling with great fervour as we staggered as if intoxicated by the emotion of the moment until we fell in an untidy heap upon the bed.
If anything, this total tangling of our limbs intensified our passion-our lips were still locked together and our tongues continued to make darting journeys of exploration inside each other's wet mouths. I shuddered with excitement as I felt Jimmy's hand move slowly, lingeringly over my shoulder and down towards the valley of my breasts, moulding the silk of my blouse against the skin. This sent shivers throughout my body and I smiled dreamily at Jimmy as I heard him catch his breath when he deftly undid all the buttons of my blouse. For as I shrugged off the garment he saw that I had taken off my chemise whilst he had unpacked his bags and my swelling breasts now stood out proudly in glorious nudity. He let his quivering hands cup my rounded bosoms and then his mouth moved from mine and he kissed me all over my neck and throat before his lips reached my already erected little titties. He took each nipple in turn between his lips whilst I unbuttoned my skirt and wriggled out of it as Jimmy sucked eagerly on my red, tingling titties.
I was now engulfed in frenzied waves of ecstasy and I raised my bottom upwards to let Jimmy pull down my nickers. His hands then moved from my breasts across my flat stomach to the golden triangle of crisp blonde hair that nestled between my thighs. His fingers began to caress and stroke and probe until my pussey was wet through with love juices. Carefully, he gently inserted the tip of his finger in my sopping slit and I cried out with the almost unbearable sensual pleasure of this new joy.
I closed my eyes and let the erotic electricity of his frigging send sparks of fire throughout every nerve and fibre. And then he parted my thighs and dipped his head between them and with his tongue licked and lapped at my cunney which nearly brought me off then and there. Not surprisingly, when he forced his tongue between my cunt lips, my clitty swelled up to greet him, popping out of its hood and he playfully nibbled at it with his teeth, nipping and sucking, which sent me quite mad with desire. 'Take me, Jimmy, take me!' I begged, a heartfelt cry that was answered just as soon as he somehow managed to tear off his clothes whilst continuing this divine oral cuntal stimulation.
When he was finally naked he raised his head from my drenched pussey and lifted his wiry frame over me. I was aching for the feel of his prick which I grasped in my hand. It was as smooth as silk to my touch, as big and firm as a polished wood baton and I slowly rubbed the hot pulsing pole which made him sigh with a fresh lust. 'Rosie darling, I want to fuck you,' he breathed softly. 'Are you ready for me?'
'Oh yes, Jimmy, yes, please fuck me,' I whispered back, still stroking his lovely swollen shaft. 'I want your darling penis inside me as I have never wanted anything in my life!'
Our mouths pressed together and my arms clasped about his shoulders as I opened my legs and wrapped them around his waist. Jimmy cupped the two cheeks of my bum in his hands to raise them to greet the uncapped purple dome of his majestic tool which nudged its way between my cunney lips. He hovered for an instant and then I thrilled with rapture as he plunged his prick inside my pussey and I crossed the Rubicon into womanhood! There was no pain whatsoever (riding my pony Billy had happily broken my hymen at least a year before) and I shall never forget the joy as Jimmy lay over me and rove his bone-hard cock between those welcoming cunney lips into my yearning pudenda.
Oh, the gorgeous feelings that swept from my pussey all over my body as Jimmy's hard, stiff prick slid in and out of my juicy crack, each inward thrust making his knob kiss the furthest reaches of my insatiable cunney, each vigorous poke rousing a new sensation within me. My juices were now flowing like water from a breached dam, keeping the pathway well lubricated for this marvellous prick which pistoned so beautifully in and out of my eager cunt. He gradually began to pump faster and faster, his big balls banging against my bum cheeks as he thrust into me again and again. My pussey pulsated deliriously around his juice-coated cock and there was so much moisture pouring out of me that I could feel it running down my legs.
At first slowly, and then with quickening pace, I felt the first stirrings of orgasm speed through me. Within seconds our fucking reached a crescendo of mutual excitement and, as I sucked in my breath, I felt the first waves of a fierce, shuddering spend fan out from between my trembling legs as I twisted my cunney around Jimmy's
