Knowing the Lady
The first book in the series Lydia’s Tales
An erotic novel by
Jeff White.
Published by Jeff White
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Other books by the same author:
Carrying Her Dress
Common Ground
Further Education
The Mirror (a tale of hard punishments)
- all available on Smashwords
Knowing the Lady
Index
Sir Gerald Brenster woke with a yawn. He rolled over to look at his wife. So beautiful, but so cold. He let one arm move over her, drew her towards him. Half awake, she snuggled into his arms, allowed him a moment of intimacy; she could feel his arousal. He ran his hand down to her breast, cupped the heavy mound of flesh, gently squeezed the nipple through her nightdress. His hand travelled on down, now cupping her pubis. His middle finger was nestling between her outer labia; even through the material he could feel that she was wet. His penis was straining; he wondered, as he did on many mornings, whether this would be the day. He kissed her mouth, pushed his finger a little deeper into her slit.
Lydia was awake then. She was enjoying the finger seeking to access her; the hard-on digging into her side gave her a delicious memory of the night before, the reason for the wetness that her husband was misunderstanding. But now, she was very aware that it was her husband hoping to make love to her. And it was not going to happen.
“Oh my God,” she exclaimed. “It’s Thursday. I’ve got my hairdresser coming at nine thirty. I need a shower. And you’ve got to go to work.” She leapt out of bed, leaving Gerald stroking his own cock, wondering what had gone wrong, that his wife no longer let him take what was, after all, his marital right.
As Lydia was in the en-suite, Gerald made use of the main bathroom for his ablutions, dressed in his work suit, and made himself a bacon sandwich for breakfast. He was eating that, and drinking his second cup of freshly ground espresso, when Lydia joined him in the kitchen. She was wearing just a silk dressing gown, her hair was slightly damp and more than slightly wavy, and she was free of make-up. Seeing her then, Sir Gerald was reminded, almost painfully, of the way she had looked to him when he first met her, just four years earlier.
At forty-one, Gerald had not considered himself old; middle age, indeed, was a long way into the future. Nonetheless, his life was falling to pieces around him. In truth, most of it was pretty good, but the bad bit was seriously bad. His wife of twenty years, Susan, had just been killed in a car crash. It had not been a marriage made in heaven; some would say that none are. More a convenience, to begin with. Two similarly connected families, happy for their offspring to be together, and Gerald and Susan were happy enough in each others’ company. Then, as a couple, they had been to all the best society parties, with each one knowing how to act in whatever situation they were likely to find themselves in. They had two children by now pretty well grown up, and a sex life that each felt was conventional: sex most Saturdays, occasional Tuesdays. Every fourth week, Gerald would pay £150 to have a special massage, as Susan would be unavailable for the weekend, and he found the sex on those occasions a bit more satisfying, but in truth, sex was not huge in their lives. Their upbringing led them to consider it, perhaps, a necessary evil.
With Susan’s death, however, Gerald had cause to spend some time with a probate lawyer. The lawyer himself was of a similar background to Sir Gerald and his late wife; the case, however, was quite straightforward. Susan’s property was mostly Gerald’s too, and her insurance policies, as well as compensation from the insurance of the drunk driver responsible for her death, were bound to become Gerald’s. As a result, the lawyer was able to leave the routine handling of Gerald’s case to his personal assistant, Lydia, whose legal training, being approximately zero, meant that while Gerald was happily paying a lawyer’s rates, the cost to the law firm was not far above minimum age.
Gerald enjoyed his consultations with Lydia. She was, is, a very pretty girl. Then, she had very short dark hair, almost pixie features, a wide mouth of the sort that can give men rather improper thoughts. She dressed in standard office chic, except that her clothes often emphasized the fact that her bust was slightly disproportionate, when compared to her other measurements, and on the few occasions that she wore trousers, the way they clung around her groin suggested a generosity in her lower lips that compared well to her upper ones.
Gerald was not easily impressed by the sex appeal of girls, women that he met. His upbringing wasn’t that. However, since his wife’s tragic death, he was feeling lonely; he had even stopped his visits to the massage parlour out of respect to Susan’s memory. He found that his meetings with Lydia were bringing a little enjoyment into his life, to the extent that he was finding reasons to call in to her office ever-more-frequently, to the happy enrichment of her company; and one day, he asked if she would allow him to buy her dinner.
Lydia’s initial reaction had been to raise objections. Sixteen years younger than Sir Gerald, he would just find her a silly little girl if they spent more than a few minutes together; he was a gentleman, and Lydia would not know how to behave herself in any restaurant he was likely to take her to; Gerald was a fine handsome gentleman, Lydia just a plain office girl; and, of course, she didn’t have a thing to wear.
Indeed, from about the age of fourteen, when her breasts had started to fill out, Lydia had known the tactical advantage of polite refusal. She had also learned that the best person to ask if she wanted something that she perhaps had no right to was a man, especially if she was standing a little too close to him. Probably not beautiful, she was nonetheless a strikingly attractive girl. Quite tall, she had a classic hourglass figure, which she kept in trim through regular, planned exercise. The olive brown tones in her skin, a legacy of her Greek mother, only enhanced her looks. Sir Gerald behaved like any other fish that had swum by her bait; he countered all her objections. He knew from meeting her at work that she had a fine mind, and would more than hold her own in any conversation; her manners were perfect, and in any case, restaurateurs were not particularly prescriptive about how their diners behaved, provided the bill was paid; Gerald was the plain one, and Lydia would stand out in any crowd; and, of course, Gerald would take great pleasure escorting her to a boutique and helping her choose a suitable outfit.
The meal was a success. Gerald’s help in the expensive clothes-shop he had taken her to had given Lydia a shrewd idea of what he liked to look at: the same as any other man. She arrived at the restaurant a few minutes late. The dress was not low cut, but the upper section was sheer, and unlike in the shop, Lydia had left off her bra; and the slit from groin to floor revealed almost her entire left leg as she walked. Lydia had considered leaving her panties off as well, but since it was quite likely that at some stage the dress was likely to reveal a little too much to the man sitting opposite her, and as she didn’t want to give him the right idea about herself too early on, she had instead opted for a nearly-nude thong.
Every eye in the room followed Lydia to her seat; Gerald had at least been right about her standing out in any crowd. He himself nursed a hard-on throughout the meal, and was surprised and delighted when his young companion accepted his invitation to coffee and a brandy at his home. The coffee was poured and duly forgotten. To Gerald’s first attempt at a kiss, Lydia responded with an enthusiastic battle of tongues; when his hopeful caress of her breast was not met with a scornful dismissal, his hand travelled rapidly south to investigate the split in her dress. With Gerald’s finger forcing Lydia’s thong aside and roughly breaching her private portal, she decided to take charge. She was surprised at Gerald’s lack of finesse; knowing that he had been married for more than twenty years, she had expected the experience to shine through, but she had known more skilful virgins.
Lydia ran her hand over the front of Gerald’s trousers. His penis was rock hard, desperate for her touch. Pulling his zip down, she carefully freed it from his boxers. She was pleased to see that it was a reasonable size organ, one that she could hope to get some pleasure from, since it, and he, figured quite prominently in her medium-term plans. Moving down to kneel at Gerald’s feet, she let the tip of it slide just between her lips. Gerald gasped in delight; Susan would never have considered doing such a thing, and he had rarely asked his paid escorts for such a service, having far too conventional a mindset. Lydia sucked on just the knob. As her tongue worked round around it, Gerald knew he was going to come very quickly. He wondered if he should give some warning, but he was enjoying himself far too much. Lydia’s lips moved downwards. He could feel his cock sliding along the roof of her mouth, until it was at the back of her mouth, with little more than an inch still showing; to his delight, she took in that extra inch, his cock by then deep in her throat. It felt to him just as if he were deep in a vagina, but the sight of this lovely girl’s head between his legs added hugely to his arousal. Lydia started to move her head up and down on him; he knew he couldn’t last long. Sensing the climax approaching, Lydia again took Gerald deep into her throat, and felt the spasms as he emptied a copious load into her. She didn’t much care for the taste of spunk, but she knew how special the act of swallowing was for the man, and there was much less taste when it went straight down her throat.
Gerald joined Lydia on the floor. She helped him to remove the dress he had paid for. He pushed her back onto the floor, and kissed her, his tongue probing the place which had just given so much pleasure to his cock. Working down slightly, he kissed one nipple, drawing it into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth, meanwhile working the other breast with his hand. He squeezed the voluptuous flesh, pinched the nipple to erection. He then let that hand wonder down Lydia’s stomach towards her pussy, his mouth changing to the breast that hand had just deserted. Her lower belly was totally smooth, a look that Gerald much preferred in erotic films he had seen but which he had never encountered in real life before. As his finger probed between the folds of flesh between Lydia’s legs, he was amazed to feel his cock stiffening again. He wanted to have a close look at her waxed genitals, but feared she might think him a little strange. His upbringing didn’t encourage too much involvement with ladies’ sexual organs, beyond the act itself. He had a lot to learn!
Gerald’s finger slipped easily enough into Lydia’s vagina. He finger-fucked her for a while, noting the way her breathing became a little quicker; his cock was fully erect now, and she certainly felt ready for him. Rolling on top of her, he rubbed it against her. Lydia reached a helping hand between them, and worked it between her inner labia; he slid all the way in, with one easy movement. He started thrusting, feeling the muscles of Lydia’s well toned vagina resist him, tightening as he pushed through them. Her cunt felt so much tighter than his wife’s had. Lydia was moving under him, rising to meet his thrusts. Gerald felt the familiar feeling again, knew his climax was on its way, the delicious sensations at the top of his penis sending their message to his balls. He pushed in really deep, feeling his hirsute pubic bone grinding against Lydia’s smooth one; one final hard thrust, and his seed squirted deep inside the girl. As he came, he heard Lydia cry out loud, her own climax matching his.
Gerald moved off Lydia then, his fast-shrinking cock falling out of her body with a gentle ‘plop.’ He lay next to her, thanked her. He glanced down her body, at her belly. He said, “I’ve never seen a shaved one before. Do you mind if I have a closer look?”
Lydia laughed. “It’s waxed, not shaved. You just fucked it; of course you can look at it.” Gerald sat up, moved so that he had a clear view of her pudendum. “Touch it, if you like. Kiss it, if you like,” she suggested.
Gerald’s knowledge of cunnilingus was, again, limited to the movies. He also wasn’t sure it could be the right thing to do when he’d just pumped her full of spunk; nonetheless, he ran his tongue around the area briefly, before confessing, “I’m sorry, I really don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”
Lydia had guessed that, but Gerald was definitely a project. She offered, “Would you like it if I came here tomorrow, and explained all my bits to you? I’ll understand if you don’t, I know you don’t want a relationship or anything, just that I’m not doing anything.”
Gerald couldn’t believe his luck. “I would love to see you tomorrow. Perhaps I could cook something here?”
Lydia agreed that would be nice; however, it was time to get a taxi and go home. Gerald made her promise to bring an overnight bag the next day.
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When she got home Lydia knocked on Paul’s bedroom door. He shared the house with her, splitting the rent and all the other bills fifty-fifty. They were not in any relationship; Paul had a girlfriend of more than a year’s standing, and Lydia did what she did. There was, however, a chemistry between them, and when they were doing nothing else they sometimes fucked. Paul had a particular fetish, so this evening Lydia knocked on his door. If his girlfriend was there she would ask him to lend her a teabag, if he was out or asleep she would just go to her room and sleep too.
He opened the door naked, knowing only one person would be knocking so late, and for only one reason. He took in the dishevelled dress, and led her, without a word, to his bedroom. Lydia shrugged the dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. The thong was still at Gerald’s, so she was naked; Paul hugged her, and kissed her hard on the mouth. He eased her down onto the bed, and went straight between her legs. He could see the evidence of her recent adventures trickling out of her, and without hesitation, ran his tongue up between her pink inner lips. Lydia moaned in pleasure as Paul licked her slit from the mouth of her vagina to her clitoris, before plunging his tongue deep inside her, pulling the labia wide apart with his fingers to get deep inside her, sucking out all that Gerald had deposited in her.
This was Paul’s kink. He became wildly aroused when he made love to a girl who had just come from someone else, when he could taste another man on her. He would never permit his own girlfriend to go with someone else, but of course it mattered nothing to him what Lydia got up to. Since she had discovered his preference a few months ago, she had taken to knocking on his door on her way home from a date. Paul gave better head than any other man she knew, and was also one of the best fucks in her address book.
With his tongue still deep in Lydia’s cunt, Paul started to use one of his thumbs on her clitoris. He flicked it gently backwards and forwards, but barely touching it. Lydia’s hips started bucking. Paul pushed his face harder into her crotch to stop his tongue being forced out; he could feel the orgasm starting to take over her body. As she came, he moved his mouth up a little bit. He sucked her clit deep into his mouth, holding it gently between his teeth, flicking it with his thumb. Lydia was screaming now, begging him to stop, but he carried on taking her ever higher until the final huge spasm from her hips, and he felt her come trickling out of her.
Giving her hardly any time to come down, Paul moved up her body. She was so wet that his big cock slipped straight in. He pushed it slowly in to its full length, and felt her react again, almost as if she were ready to come straight away. Paul knew it wouldn’t take her long, but he was a master of self-control, and he intended to fuck her until she barely had the strength to cross the landing to her own room. He powered in and out, feeling the multiple orgasms controlling her body. Once he felt her juices flow out of her at the peak of the series of climaxes, then a second time, then a third; still his cock worked her like a piston. As she reached her fourth peak, Paul at last decided to match her release. Pushing deep into Lydia’s womb, Paul’s cock jerked rhythmically as he pumped his spunk deep into her.
One final part to their lovemaking; Paul withdrew his still-swollen organ from Lydia’s cunt. Moving back down her body, he once again parted the luscious pink lips and pushed his tongue deep inside, licking and sucking his own and Lydia’s juices from her.
Afterwards, they lay in each other’s arms for a while, feeling their strength build up again. Paul asked, “New man in our life?”
Lydia grunted non-committally.
“Well somebody put that spunk up there! Is it love this time?”
Lydia said, “He’s a Sir, he’s rich and he’s single. What’s love got to do with it?”
Paul smiled wryly. “Any down side?”
Lydia returned the smile. “He’s old, and he’s crap in bed. I’m going to work on that tomorrow. Not the age!” She reached down Paul’s body and stroked his cock. “Are you seeing Anyushka tomorrow?”
Paul shook his head.
“Would you mind me coming round in the morning? I’ll probably need a decent shag before I go into work.”
Paul said, “As long as you promise to give your sugar daddy one first, so that you come to me dirty. You know what I like!”
Meanwhile, Paul’s cock had grown back to its full impressive size; Lydia’s turn to move down the bed. This was the cock she used to practise her oral technique! One at a time, she sucked Paul’s balls into her mouth. She knew just how hard to close her teeth, to slightly squeeze the cord that all the nerves went through. For Paul, that sent almost an electric shock to the tip of his penis, making him, if possible, even harder, and at the same time a warning, that as long as Lydia was down there, she was in control.
Next, she licked slowly up the shaft. At the top, she licked all round the rim, then let her tongue push into his little pee-hole. She sucked the glans into her mouth. Again, she used her teeth, this time closing them just below the rim. Paul felt his spunk building up in his balls, yet he knew she had hardly started. Relaxing the grip of her teeth, Lydia sucked more of the cock into her mouth. She took it almost to her throat, and stopped. There were three inches left, and Lydia knew, Paul knew, that she could take them. Lydia knew she would, Paul could only hope so.
She started to move her head. Up and down, squeezing the penis between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Many girls try to suck cock; very few are truly good. For Paul, this felt almost as good as being in her pussy, and he was sure there was better to come. As she judged that he was getting really close, Lydia slowed, and eased him the rest of the way in. His penis was a good two inches longer than Sir Gerald’s, and proportionately thicker, but Lydia knew the trick of opening her throat without gagging, and Paul’s organ went deep into her throat. She kept her head still for a while, letting Paul fuck her throat. She couldn’t breathe, but Paul had timed her once, and she could go for more than two minutes like this. There was rarely any need; as usual, Paul came well within the minute. His balls were close up to Lydia’s chin, his cock more than half way to her lungs. He came in seven or eight violent spurts, his spunk firing so far down Lydia’s throat that she had no chance of tasting it.
When Paul had finished, Lydia stayed still for a while longer. She needed to breathe, but she waited until Paul’s cock had shrunk, and was clear of her throat, before she lifted her head away from his groin. She slid up the bed, kissed him full on the lips, but this time he had no chance of tasting the juice! They cuddled for a while, then Lydia said, “Get an early night tomorrow. You’ll need full balls for when I get here first thing the morning after.” With that, she went to her own bedroom, and slept.
The following evening, Lydia came home from work and prepared herself for Sir Gerald’s lesson. She stripped, and studied her body in the mirror. Looking pretty good. Her full breasts were as firm as when she was a teenager. The nipples, untouched by child, were little pink peaks, erect now, and which she knew would go from relaxed to peaky in the drop of a zip. Her stomach was flat; she worked hard to keep it that way. As well as sit-ups and similar exercises, Lydia was a keen amateur boxer, and the musculature on her abdomen was essential to keep her from injury. Her lower belly was smooth. Having been waxed the day before, Lydia was convinced she would pass any inspection, but she ran her fingers over the area anyway. Gerald had apparently never seen a bald one before, and Lydia was prepared to believe that he’d never seen a hairy one either. Whichever, he was going to get a good look at hers, and the look wouldn’t include hair! Maybe he’d fall in love with her beautifully smooth outer labia and propose to them.
Lydia ran her hand round to her arse. She was no fan of anal sex. To her, bottoms were one-way traffic. Nonetheless, what Lydia was really good at was pleasing her man, and if sticking his dick into her bottom was what pleased the man, then so be it. It was rumoured that English Lords were a little particular. There was KY in her bag. Also, Gerald’s cock, although a little larger than average, was no monster, and as with her oral technique, Lydia had spent a little time acclimatizing her anus. She gently eased a fingertip in; it felt ok.
From here, Lydia ran the finger forward, and tested her pussy. She took hold of her inner labia, one in each hand, and worked them a bit, pulling them away from her, releasing them. The action caused the hood of her clitoris to massage the little button itself; not enough going on to make her come, but pleasant enough. After a bit of that, she ran one of her fingers along her groove, and slipped it into her cunt. She was wet. She only hoped that she would be when she had shown Sir Gerald all of the little bits and pieces she was now exploring, so that his Lordly cock would slide into her comfortably.
Next, she had to choose clothes. Gerald apparently liked the ‘obvious’ look; Lydia had a pair of trousers she had never worn, white, quite tight, and in place of a zip, the front was laced up, emphasizing that her lower belly was hairless, and that she was wearing no knickers. Ideal. For a top, she picked a loose, fairly sheer, red smock top, which left her midriff bare, over a black lacy bra.
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She drove to Gerald’s house. On the doorstep, she greeted him with a quick kiss; Gerald held her back from him at arm’s length to have a good look at her. He gently stroked her bare midriff, and ran his fingers down the laced-up front of her trousers. “You look absolutely lovely, my dear. Won’t you come in?” Lydia, having clocked the growing bulge in his trousers, followed Gerald into the house.
The table was laid for dinner, and Gerald served up a very pleasant lasagne; when it was finished, and the plates were stacked in the dishwasher, Lydia picked up the second bottle of wine, and suggested, “Shall we take this to the bedroom? I’ll give you that lesson I promised you.”
Gerald led the way. Inside the room, they kissed standing up, Gerald running his hands over Lydia’s body, pulling her close into his hard cock. Pushing him slightly back, Lydia undressed him. Once he was completely naked, she stayed on her knees and surveyed his body. It was ok for a man of his age, she supposed. The penis was straining for release. Lydia figured that if he came now, he would last longer when he got to fuck her. Taking the shaft in her right hand, she slowly worked the foreskin up and down over the plum-coloured head. She could see a little drop of pre-cum oozing out already. She wondered if he’d like a porn-star style wank, and to spray his come over her chest, but she didn’t fancy the mess! Still, she used her hand to bring him to the very brink of his climax. Then, as she sensed he was about to fire the first load over her, she slipped his cock head just inside her mouth. She took the whole load, being careful not to swallow straight away; when she was sure he had finished, she let his cock flop out of her mouth, then showed him his spunk filling her mouth. Making sure he was looking directly into her eyes, she closed her mouth and swallowed. Next time she opened it, it was empty.