The Knight and the Acolyte Book 8 Chapter 9 The Knight s Passion
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Marc rolled off Shilpa to lie, face up, next to her heaving body. He was satisfied, glowing inside, drained of cum and amazed how tightly her pussy had just gripped his shaft as she shuddered through another orgasm. It took a while for his own panting to calm down. He had no words, so reached out to touch her pussy and she shuddered again as soon as his palm as much as brushed her swollen clit. She placed her hands on top of his and pressed down, making her body convulse with pleasure until she pulled his hand away. He turned on his side and snuggled into her, just catching a glimpse at his watch and that told him it was late afternoon.
Earlier that day, Marc had kissed his wife of twenty years goodbye, saying again that he was sorry he had to be away over Saturday night due to a workshop his company had insisted he attend. He had driven out of London, down the M23, then across to East Grinstead to pick up the A22. He followed the A22 until the village of Little Dicker where he turned off for Alfriston. When planning his journey, he had thought ‘Little Dicker’ was most apt considering the purpose of his journey.
The sun was up, making it a bright, clear, but cold winter’s day when he pulled into the car park for the Moon Inn. The previous night’s guests were just finishing breakfast as he walked into the Inn.
“We have a booking here for tonight,” said Marc to the lady who was clearing the breakfast buffet away, “Name of Davidson.”
“OK,” she replied.
“My partner is driving separately, we hoped it would be OK to leave one car parked here for the day?”
“Sure! That will be fine. Just park it by the fence.”
As Marc returned to his car, his phone beeped. He looked at the text message.
‘Delayed. Son a bit icky. Keep you posted.’
Marc felt his mood collapse. Shilpa’s children rightfully came first and during their four-year affair had been the reason for a cancellation of a get together on more than one occasion. He hoped upon hope, not this time. This time was their carefully arranged, lie concealed, chance to spend a night together.
Shilpa, her husband Raj, and their son and daughter had been moving into the detached house in north east Surrey. Shilpa was standing by the delivery van when a man came out from the house next door.
“Welcome to Stanton Lane! I’m Marc your next-door neighbour,” he said as he approached her holding his hand out.
“Thank you so much,” responded Shilpa, taking the offered hand, “I’m Shilpa, my husband, Raj, is, well, telling the removal men how to do their job. He’s like that.” She giggled, covering her mouth with a finger or two.
Shilpa had guessed Marc was older than her thirty-five years. He was about her height, slim, with a friendly, caring, face, and there was ‘a something’ straight away. Raj came out, cursing and swearing until he saw Marc. Shilpa made the introductions.
“Would like some refreshments? Tea, a beer?” Marc had asked.
“Tea would be wonderful,” replied Shilpa.
“I’d murder a beer!” added Raj at the same time.
“Tea for one and a beer,” smiled Marc.
Over the next few months, Shilpa saw more of Marc, met his wife Alice, found out they had not had children, they were both ‘married' to their jobs and that Marc worked from home most of the time. And she found that the ‘something’ not only endured but grew in her.
“I need a doze,” whispered Shilpa to Marc. It was already dark outside the Moon Inn.
“I do too,” replied Marc, raising his head so he could see her face. “I just need to tell you that was the best sex I have ever had.” He kissed her cheek.
“I did get a little carried away,” she purred. “It was the feel of your bare cock in my pussy that just, well, I think you felt it too.”
“I did, you’ve squeezed me before, but not that hard.”
Marc felt Shilpa’s hand cup his softening cock and balls and give them a gentle squeeze.
“This might need a rest as well,” she whispered with a giggle.
Marc settled on his side and put an arm across Shilpa's waist. She fidgeted a little then moved his arm.
“Something wrong?” asked Marc.
“No, just I’m not used to having an arm on me when I sleep.”
‘Things to learn,’ thought Marc, then quickly dozed off.
The ’something’ confused Shilpa at first. She was used to working with and socialising with ethnic European and particularly British people. Her ancestors came to Britain in 1890s, in service with a retiring army General and his wife. Their son, her great-grandfather, had left service and opened an Indian restaurant in Camberley in the 1930s. His son, Shilpa’s grandfather, grew up to be an accountant, and his son qualified as an engineer. Having had a university education himself, Shilpa’s father had insisted all his children go to university. Shilpa did business studies and that lead to her job in a merchant bank in London.
With each generation, their ties to India, its traditions and religion loosened. Her father was an atheist, her marriage to Raj had been a civil only service, much to the disgust of Raj’s family.
While at University, Shilpa had had a number of partners, all quickly turning into bedmates. She had a strong sex drive and that was the cause of most of her relationships ending. She strayed. The one that did not end that way was with a lecturer at the university in her final year. He was twenty years her senior. Despite the age difference, his appetite for sex matched Shilpa’s and their time together was etched in her memory, and never matched since. Until Marc.
When she graduated, the City of London beckoned and kept her. Their relationship didn't survive the distance and, eventually, he told her he had found someone else, another student. Relationship wise, after that she drifted through a few casual affairs, some with married men, and, as her salary started to soar, she had even indulged in male escorts to satisfy her needs. Her job just didn’t allow time for relationships to form.
The same eyes, and smile as her lecturer. That was the 'something', or at least part of it, she had realised after many months.
Marc slipped out of the bed and went to the bathroom. While his foreskin still tingled from the vigorous sex, he found there was a feeling he could easily become erect again. As he opened the door to return to the bedroom, Shilpa called to him.
“Leave the light on, I need a pee.”
She was quite a while.
“You OK?” asked Marc as she returned, sounding a little concerned.
“I’m fine! Just took a while to clean up. You came a lot,” she replied as she joined him on the bed. “Lie flat, I’m going to sit on your face.”
Her legs folded each side of his head, with her facing the headboard. As she lowered herself onto his mouth, Marc found her pussy was still swollen and her slit wet. He pushed his tongue between her lips and was immediately rewarded with her sweet nectar. Alice didn’t like oral, either way, so it had been a great step in their affair when he found Shilpa not only liked it but demanded it. It had been the second sexual act in the relationship, the first being mutual hand jobs.
She rocked gently back and forth on him, so his tongue moved from her slit to her clit and back again, and as she did her clit grew harder and longer, sticking out beyond her outer lips. He finally grabbed her firmly by the hips, then sucking her clit into his mouth, held it with his lips and swirled his tongue repeatedly across it.
‘Perfect!’ he thought as Shilpa’s body shuddered into orgasm. To Marc, the best part of their romps together was making her orgasm. It made him feel so good, so fulfilled, that he had pleasured this gorgeous, sexy and so feminine woman. Someone else’s woman. And that added a frisson.
She tore herself from his grasp and lifted her pussy out the reach of his mouth, then turned so she now had her back to the headboard, and lay full length along his body. As he started to lap his tongue over her clit again, he felt the end of his cock getting sucked into her hot mouth. Throughout all his marriage, his cock had never been in Alice’s mouth. Now, every session with Shilpa, she kissed it, adored it and sucked it, sometimes finishing him that way, and always swallowed whatever load he spurted into her.
Marc felt her spittle drool onto his glans and then be spread down his shaft with her hand. He knew then she was going to make him come in her mouth. He licked harder and faster along her pussy, forcing his tongue deep between her lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding tightly, ensuring she could escape his tongue.
He was determined to make her orgasm again before she got him off, but her head was now bobbing quickly on the end of his cock, he could feel her lips run over his glans then down part of his shaft, her tongue rolling around the head of his cock when it was in her mouth and licking across it when she raised her head up. Then her other hand started to stroke his balls. He could feel her body starting to tense, wriggling in his grasp, and bobbing her head faster and sucking harder.
Marc plunged his face at her pussy, her swollen lips parted by his nose, her engorged clit sucked deep into his mouth and pressed between his lips and, finally, a finger tricked her anus and she screamed.
“Oh Fuck, god, yes fuck!” Her shudder was so violent it broke his grip and she slid further down him until her head, craned back, was at his knees. Her hips bounced violently up and down as her orgasm took complete control of her. He left her be for a few moments, watching her lips shudder and her anus contract. It was, to him, a beautiful sight.
Shilpa rolled off him, panting and glowing with perspiration. It added a sheen to her medium brown skin, skin that always felt so soft as he ran his hands across it at the start of their sessions. She rolled into a standing position by the bed, threw a pillow to the floor, and instructed him.
“Sit on the edge of the bed!”
Marc complied with a very accomplished smile on his face. She nestled between his thighs, and her hands and mouth reconnected with his cock. This time he could not distract himself by pleasuring her. All he could see was her hand gripping the base of his shaft, the end of his cock going in and out of her mouth, and her other hand stroking around his balls. Her long, black hair was back in pony-tail, so nothing interrupted his view.
He tensed, his neck arched, he felt his spunk push out of his balls, and looking down, saw Shilpa twitch as the first pump washed into her mouth. She stopped bobbing her head and clamped her lips just behind his glans and stayed locked onto him for four more spurts. A little dribble of white cum came from each side of her mouth as she looked up at him, eyes smiling in victory. She released his cock from her mouth, and, staying open mouthed curled her tongue back and swallowed.
Their first tryst had come from Shilpa’s waywardness. She had returned to work after having the two children, and quickly got a promotion and spectacular pay rise. She breezed through her job, using whatever combination of her beauty and brains would give the result she wanted. It was that pay rise that had enabled the house in Stanton Lane.
Raj, however, did have a few issues with being the junior partner economically and doubled his efforts to drive his own business forward. It meant he worked long hours, often late into the evening. And meant he was often too tired to keep up with Shilpa between the sheets, or on the kitchen worktop even. She told herself that was the reason for what she did.
It was their first spring in the new house and they had an impromptu barbeque one warm Saturday afternoon. Some of their friends came over with their children and, at the last moment, Shilpa thought to invite Marc and Alice.
Marc answered the door and was surprised to see Shilpa.
“We’re having a barbeque as it is such a nice day. You two want to join us? It’ll be fun!”
“Alice isn’t back from her trip to South Africa until late tonight. The flight gets in around 9 p.m.” explained Marc.
“Then it’s even more imperative you come, rather than moping around on your own,” retorted Shilpa, with a suggestive smile on her face. He couldn’t refuse this beautiful woman, with her trim figure, braless under a tight top, and almost waist length pure-black hair. And those eyes.
The barbeque was great with burgers and sausages mixed with spicy samosas and other Indian treats. Raj mentioned the new play area on the village common and all the children wanted to go. Marc declined, saying he should go back and get the place spick and span for Alice's return and Shilpa said she would do the clearing up. But somehow, Marc was still there when all the others had left. He helped carry things inside. He brought in a messy pile of plates as Shilpa finished rinsing off the last lot. Their easy conversation stopped abruptly, and they stared at each other.
Shilpa had crossed her arms, taking hold of each side of the bottom of her strappy top then pulled it off, over her head, standing bare to the waist just a metre from Marc.
Marc was surprised, delighted and apprehensive at all at once. He had spent all afternoon sneaking glances at Shilpa's shapely and pert breasts, happily moving around under her top. The underarms were low cut and he had delighted in a flash of side boob but was always careful not to get noticed by Shilpa. Or Raj. Now those same delightful breasts were bared for him. He clattered the plates down clumsily onto the worktop.
“What are you waiting for,” purred Shilpa, “I’ve been flashing them at you all afternoon. And the way you were looking at them was making me so horny.”
She took a step and Marc took two. He went to kiss her, but she pushed his head down, down to her breasts. He planted his kiss on one nipple as his hands cupped around both breasts. He felt her body rise and push towards him, her hands holding both sides of his face, directing him to stay kissing, licking and sucking one nipple then the other. His arms went around her waist, gliding over her smooth, velvet textured skin, feeling the warmth of her body and pulling her closer still.
Shilpa's breasts were delightful and he started to think of what to do next, but then quickly changed to thinking about leaving as the first shout came from the front of the house. Marc slipped out into the garden as Shilpa quickly replaced her top. He looked back to see her enlarged nipples poking at the fabric of her top.
Shilpa finally arrived at the Moon about an hour late. Her son had recovered enough for her to be comfortable coming to meet Marc. They left Marc’s car and drove out in Shilpa’s new Mercedes M Class 4x4, heading East to see the Long Man at Wilmington. The SatNav found the strangely named ‘The St’ road and they drove east until they could get a good view of the chalk figure on the hillside. They got out for a better view, slipping into a field through a gap in the hedge. The chill of the November day hit them, and they snuggled together while looking at the figure.
“Nice spears,” commented Marc.
“He hasn’t got a cock,” replied Shilpa, “Disappointing really. Being called the Long Man and not having one at all!”
“Take your point,” said Marc, only realising what he’d said when Shilpa burst into giggles.
“Much prefer the Cerne Abbas Giant,” said Shilpa when they were back in the warmth of the car, referring to the exceptionally well endowed, and graphically displayed figure in Dorset she had seen earlier in the year. Raj had covered their daughter’s eyes when they saw it.
They drove west, picking up the Lidlington Road. As they drove Marc felt it both nice and strange that they were doing something together other than having sex. In all their affair, other than an occasional rushed meal, they met up somewhere, sucked, fucked, showered and left. Now they were to spend a whole night together, their first.
The night after the barbeque Marc had found it hard to sleep. Alice had got home around ten-thirty, had a drink and gone to bed. It was now four a.m. and Marc was wide awake, his mind racing around in circles.
Shilpa’s pert breasts featured large in his thoughts. He had admired them for months, then a few hours ago he had them cupped in his hands, felt their softness and warmth, sucked her nipple into his mouth. And she had been eager for that to happen. But what now? What can follow that? What does he do the next time he sees her? Plan a get-together? And Alice, sleeping soundly beside him, how did that work? Did she play away on her many business trips?
He had been tempted but never indulged. He thought many times he should have been bolder, especially when some woman had appeared to come on to him.
What about Raj, and Shilpa’s family?
But he didn’t start it. He had lusted for her, especially yesterday. He thought back over the afternoon. Yes, he thought now, Shilpa had been liberal with her body, bending down by him, letting him glance inside her top. And she took her top off, he didn’t even ask or suggest it as a joke.
And Shilpa’s pert breasts were in his hands again, her nipple hardening between his lips. And he knew he wanted that again.
Their next stop that Saturday morning was to see the Litlington Horse, but by then the grey day had turned to wind-blown drizzle and they stayed in the car. Marc placed his hand on her thigh, working up it with his fingers playing on the inner side. Shilpa stayed looking through the windscreen at the white horse on the hillside until his finger touched her jeans over her pussy.
“We could go back to the hotel,” she said and turned to look at him, a broad and inviting smile on her face.
“We promised ourselves we’d do more than shag,” replied Marc in a mock stern tone.
“Have you got a headache?” joked Shilpa in response, started the car and they drove off towards Seaford.
They parked easily on the Marine Parade, put on their heavy coats and scrunched along the shingle beach, hand in hand. There was no shelter at all from the drizzle driven in off the grey Channel by a continual wind, but Marc didn’t care, and he felt Shilpa didn’t either.
They spoke only occasionally until they came to the Information hut, closed, of course, at this time of year. One side offered a little respite from the wind and Marc leaned Shilpa against the wall. Cocooned in the hoods of their coats, they kissed, deeply, tongues, and went back for more. They rarely kissed, other than a hello or goodbye peck. Shilpa slipped her hands inside Marc’s coat and pulled his body to her.
“Let’s get some lunch, go back and spend the rest of the afternoon pleasuring each other’s bodies,” suggested Shilpa, and that became their plan.
Alice’s next trip was to Milan, requiring just a few nights away. It was discussed over the garden fence the weekend before. As the chat broke up Shilpa delivered a blatant wink to Marc. Wednesday evening there was a ring on the bell just after seven. Marc answered it and Shilpa walked straight in.
“Sorry to push in,” she said, “The Neal’s were in their front garden, so I didn’t want to be out there too long.”
She was wearing a short summer skirt, tight top and heeled sandals. She held out her arms and they hugged.
“Raj is working late and I dropped the kids round at his mum’s on the pretext of having conference calls tonight. We have about an hour.” Marc was led by the hand into his lounge where Shilpa slipped off the top.
“You can carry on where you left off!” Again, she guided him down to her breasts and he hungrily sucked on her nipples, being encouraged by her groans of pleasure. He slid his hands down her back and onto her buttocks, giving them a squeeze, then carried on lower until he cleared her skirt, then followed her inner thigh back up until the smooth flesh of her buttocks was pressed against his palms.
Shilpa's hand moved to his crotch, feeling and squeezing his stiffening cock, then undid the waistband, delving inside until she held his shaft in her hand. Marc's fingers explored, stroking her pussy and was delighted to find she was naked under her skirt. He moved her back to the sofa.
"Sit back, I think you need to be pleasured," he whispered and Shilpa sat, then spread her legs. Marc dropped to his knees, moved her skirt up and stared at her pussy. She was waxed, completely smooth, her dark inner lips were already pushed out and the outer lips were swollen. He brushed a finger along her slit then pushed, gently, into her. She was hot and wet. He glanced up at her face and she was relaxing back, smiling with pleasure.
With a finger searching across the inside of her pussy, he went down on her, quickly finding her clit and licking across it. She slipped her legs over his shoulders and held his head onto her. Licking turned to sucking and he felt her clit harden and grow, so he could suck it into his mouth, hold it in his lips and then lick around it. Shilpa’s body tensioned, her back arched, he sucked harder and moved his finger faster. Her body bucked, pushing into his face, then collapsed back and she shuddered, her pussy gripping onto his finger. She held him still, with her hands and thighs while the shudders spread.
“God, fuck!” she screamed, and she bucked again, then relaxed back. Marc struggled from her grip and knelt up.
“I’ve been dreaming of you doing that,” she finally whispered.
“And I’ve been dreaming of doing that to you,” he whispered back.
She reached forward, taking hold of his cock, stroking then squeezing it.
“Have you got condoms?”
“No Alice and I don’t need them any longer.”
"Damn, I should have brought some. Sit down." Marc did and Shilpa lay along the seat, her head resting on his stomach. She guided his cock into her mouth, using one hand to pump on the base of his shaft. Her mouth felt hot, her tongue worked the end of his cock, as she sucked on and off it.
“I’m going to…” He was pumping, time and time again while Shilpa continued to hold his cock in her mouth. He relaxed back, and when she finally released his cock from her mouth, gave it an extra lick as it softened.
“I think you enjoyed that,” she said.
Marc panted and nodded in reply.
“You cum a lot.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be, it’s delicious!”
She sat up and rested against him.
“Have some condoms next time.”
The restaurant they found was busy but did have a table for two. They ordered a light snack, a wine for Marc and water for Shilpa. As they waited for their meal, Marc became aware of two tables giving them more than passing attention. By the window was a young couple and the man was just not able to stop glancing over, to the extent that his partner turned to see what was attracting his attention. She gave Shilpa a stare like thunder and then laid into her partner for his visual unfaithfulness. It was a new experience for Marc, but if you will go out with a delectable lady you have to expect men to ogle.
The other table was nearer, a pensioner couple he judged. Their interest was more odious. The man faced them and had a look of disgust set on his face. His wife turned frequently to relay her feelings, which obviously were not positive. It was something Marc had never thought about. The beautiful Shilpa was of Indian ancestry and that, in itself, appeared to be enough to inspire disgust in these solid citizens. That too was a new experience, but one Marc was determined to look beyond. Bigotry was never for him.
They drove back to the hotel. The Moon was old, dating from the thirteen hundreds, with low beams and creaking floors. Their room had a vaulted ceiling, a fourposter bed, and was pleasantly warm. Marc unpacked, putting the nipple vibrator alongside his watch on the bedside table.
Within minutes they were both naked and sitting cross-legged on the bed. He started with her nipples and she with his cock. As he expected the mildest attention to her nipples made them grow and harden. He reached onto the bedside table and found the nipple vibrator. Shilpa covered her breasts in false modesty.
Marc attached one clamp then the other and started the vibration. For a moment Shilpa was fine, just giggling, then he turned it up, and her hands flew to each breast, her neck arched, and she moaned aloud. It was Marc that had introduced her to the pleasures of toys and the nipple vibrator was a favourite. He left them attached, laid her back, stretching her legs straight and buried his face into her pussy, licking greedily on her clit.
** To be continued...
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