I was intrigued, in spite of myself.
“So that business with the no-underwear and stripping off in the sitting room, that was all an act?”
Lori smiled wistfully.
“I know I came on like some slutty adventuress, all that stuff about my adventures and not exactly being pure as the driven snow, I thought that was what you wanted, that you were a man of the world, that you’d been places; you lived in one of the greatest cities in the world, you were a sophisticate. How could you ever be interested in a small-town corn-country girl, so I invented Lori the Slut, the worldly Tramp with a Mission, just for you, and you bought it, but I never thought you’d fall in love with me. I only wanted to seduce you, to have you just the once, so I could at least have your baby when you left me again. So now you know; falling into bed with you back in Maine wasn’t some passing attraction, or just the need of the moment, it was all part of my cunning, Lex Luthor-like plot to get you in thrall to me forever, or at least long enough for me to catch your baby!”
I grinned at that, Lori grinning back at me through her tears, her glorious deep-blue eyes windows into her soul indeed, and all I saw in there was love for me, and the absolute truth as she opened her heart to me. I smiled again as I kissed her gently, pulling her closer to me to feel her wondrous body pressed tightly to mine.
“Lori, baby-girl, that first night we were together, that’s when I finally knew I’d always loved you, too.” I said, kissing and nibbling her lips as I spoke. “You may have sprung a trap on me, but I walked into it with my eyes wide-open, and I was never so glad to be caught in my entire life. I’m glad you decided to share your life with me, because I couldn’t have one without you; I love you, Loretta Cavenham Keene-Denham!”
Lori smiled happily, and snuggled down against me, her arm around my waist as she held herself against me. Her breathing gradually slowed and deepened as she fell asleep again with a small smile on her lips. I was tired, but not sleepy, so, after a short internal debate, slid out of bed and padded down the corridor to the bathroom to have a shower, which, considering what we’d been doing, was probably a good idea. The hot water calmed and relaxed me, and once I was dried off properly, I set my alarm for 6:30 that evening and slid back into bed for a few hours of proper, restful sleep with the most beautiful girl in the world.
Dinner was an enjoyable and relaxing time with my family, something I’d almost forgotten in all the loss and major upheavals in our lives over the last few months. Lori had been hesitant about going out in public, in case someone tipped-off the tabloids where the “Unknown American Beauty!” was laying low, but Sybil put her mind at ease on that score.
“Darling, the people in this village have no wish to play host to the maggots from the media, they have quite enough of that over in Chipping Norton, where all those dreadful people congregate like some sort of cult, pricing the locals out of the area, building vulgar, ‘Tudor-style’ mansions with swimming pools, private cinema’s, bowling alleys and helipads, cavorting around naked in hot-tubs, and generally behaving as though having excessive, un-earned wealth is somehow a license to behave like pigs at a trough, so no-one here is going to let slip even a whisper to the press that the mystery American girl who floored that talentless little tick is anywhere in the vicinity, I can assure you.”
Her breezy confidence buoyed Lori up, and dismissed any misgivings she may have had; also, Jimmy was going to be there, and Rosie had given him permission to get creative with anyone who tried to disturb our dinner…
Sybil was right; the locals studiously avoided giving Lori more than a passing glance and a nodded greeting, and while there was a certain amount of competition between the waiters to get to serve her, as she was looking outstandingly good in a slinky black minidress and teetering heels, there was none of that nonsense that had marred our last evening out in London.
After dinner we adjourned for drinks to the pub across the street from the restaurant, a lovely old half-timbered building dating from the 1630’s, where the locals were bewitched by Lori’s accent and her appreciation of good beer and a good dirty joke.
Jimmy fell in with several old squaddies from the Royal Marines, men who’d fought in Korea, Malaya, Suez, and Kenya, and spent most of the evening swapping soldier stories with the old war-horses of the village. By the time we left, we were locals, part of the village, although Lori was the subject of a certain amount of surreptitious ogling from some of the younger men of the village, something she took in her stride, and no-one overstepped any bounds, so we had a very pleasant and convivial evening.
By the time we walked back to my aunt’s house, I was definitely feeling the urge; Lori had been giving me secret little smiles and lingering looks all evening, and walking beside her in the late evening cool, our hips bumping as we walked, all I could smell was her, that lovely Christmassy scent that only I seemed to be able to smell, spicy and sweet, like nutmeg and mace, and candied fruit, with tones of spun sugar and vanilla, and it was driving me mad. Lori knew my moods, she could almost read my mind, and she knew I was building up to a major ravishment assault. Her knowing grin and seductive sway to her hips did nothing to damp me down either…
When we got back indoors, Lori and I declined the offer of a nightcap, pleading tiredness. Aunt Sybil didn’t look in the least bit convinced, and with Rosie winking at me behind her mother’s back, it was all we could do to keep our faces straight as we said our goodnights and made our way to our room. As soon as I closed the door, Lori slid her arms around my neck and kissed me long, slow, and meaningfully, and if I wasn’t at full-stretch before, I certainly was now.
“Darling Boy, your family are wonderful; your aunt is just the loveliest lady alive, Rosie is a complete peach, and the boys are adorable, and they look just like you, all major plus points, baby. I’m so glad I’m a Denham now!”
I was glad too, especially as my hands had somehow found themselves firmly parked on her beauteous backside, and it was no hardship at all from me to grab hold and pull her against my throbbing erection, nibbling on her neck and smooth throat as I did so. Lori in turn rubbed her mound firmly against me, obviously as ready for me as I was for her, and stepped away from me for a second to shrug out of her clinging dress and stand before me, smiling invitingly, dressed in just her heels and wispy panties, a tiny little lace confection expressly designed to be ripped-off, hopefully with my teeth…
As I drank her in all over again, she deftly unbuckled my belt and undid my trousers, allowing me to kick them of as she tugged my shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor, smiling as I hurriedly tugged off my shoes and socks, just my tented briefs remaining, all that stood between me and my deeply fuckable sister-wife. Lori moved back in for the kill, one arm around my neck as she kissed me like an amorous cyclone, sucking the breath and mental acuity out of me with one sandbag kiss, while the other hand dived inside the waistband of my briefs to squeeze my straining cock, sending and electric tingle up my front, down my back and across the floor. My own hands zeroed-in on their favourite target, her firm, globular, quivering arse, the globes of her cheeks feeling just right after an evening of aching to get my hands round them and my tongue up between them.
As I groped her bum, I edged her backwards, until we collapsed onto the bed, with me on top of her. Lori giggled as my stiff cock nudged her pussy, and then gasped as I deliberately rubbed against her again.
“Oh yes, thank you sir, please may I have another!” she giggled, then moaned as I deliberately rubbed myself against her as hard as I could, scraping my cock across her panty-clad pussy.
“Now you’ve started something, you dirty, dirty boy, so you better finish it…” she giggled softly as she nibbled my ear. I was already contemplating an extended assault on all her juicy, jiggly bits, but Lori brought me up short.
“Not too much fun and games, stud, not tonight; you have to be out of here at 7 o’clock tomorrow morning and be back at the hospital all fresh, eager and raring to go, with your happy, shiny morning face, not looking like you just dragged yourself out of the Whore-Pits of Babylon, so take it easy; I’ll be here when you get back, and every evening, I promise.”
Having said her piece, she grabbed my piece, so I retaliated by slipping my fingers into the warm crease of her bum and tickling her cute little rosebud. Lori jumped as she tried not to shriek, which was my cue to yank her panties off and slide down the bed to munch a while on my favourite sweet treat, her delicious little pussy. Lori purred like a cat as I lapped at her smooth outer lips, jumping and twitching as I skimmed over her hooded clitoris, a small smile playing on her lips as she realised I’d be back there shortly, after I’d shoved my tongue in some intriguingly tasty places!
As I kissed and gently lapped at her, I wallowed in her essence; that lovely, spicy, musky, almost gingerbread aroma that she has that makes me think of Christmas, and holidays, and fruitcakes and spices; my girl really was the most delicious sweet-treat, and I could eat her for hours. Lori however, had other ideas.
As I licked at her labia, she wriggled until her pussy was almost flat against my mouth, so of course, I bored-in, prising her labia apart to slip my tongue into her. As I did, I felt her labia swelling as she responded to what I was doing, her rich smell intensifying as her excitement rose, driving me even deeper into her. By now, Lori was mewing softly as she tried to push her clitoris near my insistent tongue, and I’d deliberately resisted doing just that to push her even higher; now she was where I wanted her to be.
Her thighs spread wider as I moved up, sliding my hands under her to cup and squeeze her fabulous bum cheeks, the muscles flexing as she slowly rubbed her pussy against my mouth, my tongue probing and licking her, with her eyes closed and her lower lip trembling as she hovered on the brink of orgasm. At last, I couldn’t stand it any longer, and licked and sucked her hard little clitoris, rubbing the stiff little pearl with my tongue, wallowing in the flood of sweetly fragrant juices that poured from her as I ate her pussy.
I went back to pushing my tongue into her, licking her inner lips, enjoying the taste of her, until, as I rubbed her clitoris with the pad of my thumb, I pushed my tongue deep into her tight little anus.