It was the midsummers Eve Ball and Luke Martin was enjoying an illicit cigar on the East Terrace of the great hall, and the reason he chose that particular place to smoke was because it was the furthest from the ballroom and therefore the furthest away from his wife’s disapproving eye but that wasn’t the only reason he always sought out that spot.
He also went there to
be alone because he rarely saw another soul, he liked that, he liked the
solitude, and he liked to enjoy his smoke in peace.
Luke looked up at the hunter’s moon hanging
in the clear night sky as he exhaled the mellow smoke long and slow, which was
when his peace was broken by the clip clop of stiletto heels on the flagstones.
He was just about to lambast the intruder for
invading his retreat but when he turned to look at the source of his annoyance,
he saw it was the girl in the black dress
or more precisely Lady Samantha Lyndon-Sanders.
The black dress in
question was a full-length evening dress which fitted her every contour and
even in the moonlight it was patently obvious that she was completely naked
beneath it.
“Hello Luke” she said “I thought I’d find you
here”
“And you were looking for me why?” he said
impatiently
“Oh, I just fancied a
smoke” Samantha replied falsely
“I’d like to know
where you have your cigarettes hidden” he said
“I don’t have any” she
replied “but that’s alright I’ll share yours”
And Lady Samantha
stood very close to him as she took the cigar from his hand and took a long
drag on it, which Luke found strangely arousing, and they stood on the terrace
in the moonlight together and smoked the stogie to a stub and then Luke flicked
it into the night.
“Well what do we do
now?” she said “The night is young”
But before Luke could
answer she began kissing him passionately on the mouth which he instantly
reciprocated while Lady Samantha Lyndon-Sanders pulled down his
zip fly and expertly extracted the evidence of his arousal with her evening gloved hand.
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