Stephanie's Castle (2 page)

'Devlin was
right. You are a beautiful woman,' Venetia said, making no effort
to recross her legs.

'So are you.'
Stephanie could feel her heart racing, her breathing getting
shallow. Venetia knew where her eyes were fixed, knew it and liked
it. Months before Stephanie had had sex with a woman for the first
time. It had brought her to new heights of sexual awareness but,
strangely perhaps, she had not repeated the experience since then,
nor had she wanted to. Until now.

'Do you mind
if I take off my jacket?' Venetia said as if reading Stephanie's
mind. She stood up and peeled off the black jacket of her suit. Her
white blouse was cut to reveal her arms and shoulders and in
profile Stephanie could see the sides of her breasts straining to
escape the tight garment. Without asking or hesitating Venetia
pulled the blouse over her head. She stood in front of Stephanie,
feet apart, her large breasts still quivering with the movement, a
challenge in her eyes.

Stephanie
stood up and touched Venetia's cheek with the back of her hand. She
was wearing a shirt-waister dress buttoned down the front and
Venetia responded to the touch by undoing the three buttons of the
dress above the waist. She slipped her hand inside the dress, found
the top of Stephanie's bra and moved her hand until her fingers
rested on Stephanie's nipple. She squeezed it quite hard and
Stephanie moaned. In a moment Stephanie knew Venetia was going to
kiss her, kiss her full on the mouth and embrace her. The idea made
Stephanie flush with excitement.

Venetia had
unbuttoned the dress completely now and eased it off Stephanie's
shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Stephanie made no attempt
to stop it. She stood in bra, knickers and tights, her underwear
practical white cotton.

'Where's the
bedroom?'

Stephanie
nodded towards the bedroom door. Venetia picked up her blouse and
jacket and walked through the door, shutting it after her.

Stephanie
looked at the table, the suitcase and all the clothes strewn
around. Almost without thinking she stripped off her cotton
underwear and tights. In the case she had seen a dark blue teddy in
the finest silk. She stepped into it and pulled it up over her
body. The crotch-piece was unbuttoned and she bent to do it up. As
she found the poppers her fingers touched against the lips of her
cunt.

She could feel
her heat. She dipped a finger between the lips and was not at all
surprised to find a thick wetness there.

She glanced at
herself in the mirror, transformed now by the expensive teddy. Cut
high on the hips, low on the breasts, it clung to her body, making
her look somehow more naked than nakedness itself. She remembered
the last time she had been with a woman. Though the circumstances
were very different, the excitement she felt was the same. Last
time Martin had been there. Now, as she walked into the bedroom,
she was on her own.

Venetia was
naked lying on the bedsheet, the counterpane stripped back. Up
until now her fair hair had been tightly held in the chignon at the
back of her head. Now it was free, long and flowing, looking
blonder than it had before. Her pubic hair was blonde too, but very
sparse, and her labia were clearly exposed as she lay, legs
sprawled open.

Stephanie sat
on the side of the bed. Immediately Venetia pulled her down;
falling on top of her like a hungry wolf eager to eat its prey. Her
tongue pushed into Stephanie's mouth while her hand groped for her
breast under the blue silk. Stephanie responded, kissing Venetia
back hard, squirming against her mouth as she sent her hand first
to find Venetia's breast, then moved it down to her cunt. Her
fingers ran through the wispy pubic hair to find Venetia's hard
clitoris. Venetia moaned as Stephanie's finger found the target and
pushed and pulled on the delicate knob of flesh, but she did not
break away from the kiss. Instead she drove her tongue deeper into
Stephanie's mouth, while her hand pinched at the erect nipple under
the teddy.

Stephanie had
found a rhythm now. She pressed Venetia's clitoris hard against the
pubic bone; then pulled it upwards, then down again. She loved the
feeling of touching clitoris and cunt, of feeling a soft yielding
body pressed next to her own. Venetia's grip on her nipple relaxed
and she broke away from the kiss, hugging Stephanie instead as she
concentrated on her own passion. Stephanie worked harder, faster as
she felt Venetia's body contract around her, felt all her muscles
and nerve centre on that little knot of feeling which she was
manipulating. Venetia was moaning continuously now, almost forming
words ('Do it, do it, do it') until finally her whole body arched
up from the bed and she screamed as her orgasm crashed through her
body.

Venetia did
not wait for her orgasm to subside. Her hand went down between
Stephanie's legs, clawing at the poppers of the teddy. She tore
them free but did not wait while Stephanie started to pull the
garment off; instead she plunged her head down into the thick black
hair of Stephanie's crotch and found her clitoris with her hot
tongue. As soon as she was free of the teddy Stephanie lay back on
the bed again feeling Venetia's tongue probing her cunt. It left
her clitoris and licked all the way down to her arse. For a second
it flicked the rosebud of her arse, pushing for admittance, before
moving up to her cunt and inserting itself there, as far in as it
would go. Then back to the clitoris again, licking it hard, licking
it like an ice cream. Back down again, down to her arse, this time
getting into it a fraction, then cunt, then clitoris again, the
complete cycle. It was driving Stephanie wild. She had never had a
man do this to her.

Venetia was
kneeling beside her and Stephanie opened her eyes to watch this
beautiful woman's body as it worked on her. Her long hair bobbed
and weaved as her head moved, her long legs tucked under her, the
roundness of her buttocks curving into the long arch of her strong
slim back.

Venetia
concentrated on the clitoris now, licking and flicking at it
alternately with her tongue. At the same time she plunged, hard and
fast, two fingers into the depths of Stephanie's cunt, making
Stephanie moan. The fingers went in and out like a cock,
establishing a pattern with the movement of the tongue. Stephanie
felt her orgasm beginning, the first signs were always the same,
like the first notes of a symphony known by heart. She knew it
would build, rise, rest on a plateau, rise again and finally swamp
her. She knew she could hold it back deliciously for a while,
holding it at bay with some little mental trick, though enjoying
the pleasure of it being there. Then she would give in to it as she
did now. Take all the mental brakes off and let it pick up full
speed until it careered downhill out of control, until it destroyed
any sensation but itself.

Stephanie sat
up and pulled Venetia up too. She took her cheeks between her hands
and kissed her mouth; not just kissed but licked it, licked up all
her own juices, savouring them like some expensive delicacy.
Venetia did not stop her. She let her lick around her mouth as well
as in it. Venetia liked to do this too. It was exciting to taste
yourself on the mouth of another. Her chance would come.

As if reading
her mind Stephanie broke away from Venetia's mouth and trailed the
kiss down her body until she reached her breasts. She took one
nipple in her hand and the other in her mouth. She sucked it,
squeezed it hard between her teeth, pulled it away from the breast
with her teeth, imitating each action of her mouth on one breast
with her hand on the other. Each bite, each tug, made Venetia let
out a little cry of mock pain. She let herself slide back to lay on
the bed. Then Stephanie left her breasts and licked her navel. She
looked down at Venetia's sparsely haired pubis, only inches away
now. It was only the second time Stephanie had ever touched or
licked another woman. She was still excited, still hot, still wet
and still breathing in the way only sexual fever can induce. Her
lips were on Venetia's nether lips now. At first she kissed them
just as though they were a mouth, darting her tongue out between
her lips to find the clitoris, then back in again as though
experimenting with a French kiss for the first time. Then she
probed deeper with her tongue trying to get it deep into Venetia's
cunt.

As she did
this she felt Venetia pulling at her ankle, so she would open her
legs and allow Venetia to get her face under her body and up
between her legs. She cooperated in the movement until she suddenly
felt Venetia's hot mouth clamp itself on to her still wet cunt.

They were the
perfect combination, in perfect harmony. Every movement of tongue
on clitoris, tongue on cunt, mirrored and matched. Stephanie moved
her mouth to bite playfully on Venetia's thigh; Venetia did the
same. They could feel each other perfectly. They could feel their
erect nipples pressed against each other's navels; their soft,
smooth flesh so close the two bodies seemed to become one.
Venetia's orgasm started first, making her pant for breath as she
tried to keep her mouth locked on Stephanie's cunt despite the
waves of feeling coursing through her. And this extra heat from
Venetia's mouth made Stephanie come too, making their breath harder
and hotter, setting up a chain reaction as they came together,
feeling the other's orgasm as much as each felt her own, a
shattering double orgasm wrenching through every nerve, every sense
of body and mind.

Venetia rolled
Stephanie over and kissed her mouth, determined not to miss that
pleasure. Her juices tasted sweet on the mouth of this stranger, on
the mouth of Devlin's woman. The thought of Devlin sent a shudder
through Venetia. It was a shudder of pleasure certainly but there
was an element of pain too. She had not been told what Stephanie
meant to Devlin or what their relationship had been. But she knew
what was going to happen now, knew it better than anyone. She had
been through it herself. Through it and out the other side. An
experience she would never forget. Now she was Devlin's faithful
messenger, performing her tasks to the letter as she was obliged to
do. Now it was Stephanie's turn.

At precisely
ten minutes to six on Friday the telephone on Stephanie's desk
rang. The receptionist, obviously highly amused by the situation,
judging by her suppressed giggles, informed Stephanie that a car
was waiting for her. Stephanie picked up the case, which had been
standing by her desk all day attracting admiring comments from
those in the know, and headed downstairs. The last hour had seemed
interminable. Now at last she was off.

Outside a
surprise awaited her. Parked in front of the building was not the
Mercedes coupé but one of the largest black stretch Cadillacs
Stephanie had ever seen. Standing by the passenger door was not the
trim figure of Venetia, but a tall, powerful-looking man in grey
chauffeur's uniform and cap. As she approached he took the case
from her hand and opened the large rear door to the car.

'Good evening,
madam,' he said formally.

'Good
evening.' Stephanie got into the huge interior of the Cadillac and
settled down into the deep leather seat. The chauffeur, having
deposited the case in the boot, got into the car and immediately
pressed a control button to wind up the division between the
passenger compartment and the driver. Obviously talking to the
driver was not to be encouraged.

In the back
Stephanie looked around the car. It had everything. Built into a
panel on each side of the backseat were controls for radio, air
conditioning, windows and electric seat adjustment. On one side, at
the back of the driver's seat, was a built-in cocktail cabinet, and
on the other, a unit containing a television and video recorder -
all this in highly polished walnut. There was a telephone mounted
on each side of the car. The carpet was deep-pile pure wool. The
suspension of the car matched the interior comfort; it seemed to
glide over the road as though suspended on a cushion of air.

Suddenly the
television came to life and she saw the video recorder begin to
turn too. A picture appeared on the set. It was Devlin.

'Sorry I can't
be with you in person. Business, I'm afraid. But I'll be waiting
for you at the lake. I'm so glad you could join me. Enjoy the
champagne.' The picture went blank and the recorder and television
were turned off, presumably by the driver.

Stephanie saw
that there was a well at the side of the cocktail cabinet which
held a silver wine cooler with a bottle of Louis Roederer Crystal
champagne and a champagne flute all swathed in ice. Well, she
thought, might as well enjoy myself. She popped the cork and poured
herself a glass. Then she sat back, sipped at the delicious wine
and watched the people of the street fighting their way home. She
could see them perfectly through the windows of the car but they
could not see her as the windows were blacked out on the outside.
Occasionally at a traffic light she would see some curious
passer-by trying to look in to see who on earth the big car
contained. A film star, a politician, a tennis player? Stephanie
sat back in the plush seat and enjoyed it. This was certainly a new
experience.

She was
wearing Devlin's clothes. The practical cotton dress, ideal for
travel - designed by Yves Saint Laurent, she had seen on the label.
And the luxurious cream silk underwear - a soft-cup bra, bikini
knickers and a suspender belt. She was wearing very sheer cream
stockings. As there had been no tights in the suitcase she imagined
Devlin had a preference for stockings and given what was happening
to her at the moment she was only too happy to oblige. In fact she
had packed almost nothing of her own. Venetia had been right: the
case contained every prerequisite for a weekend, right down to a
toothbrush. Devlin had thought of everything. She had packed a
little jewellery. There had been none in the case, for which she
was grateful. That would have been too much. And yesterday she had
gone shopping and purchased something she hoped Devlin would
appreciate.