"Yes," Lydia said, feeling her skin crawl with strange excitement as the young man started walking over to her. She glanced down at her watch, realized she couldn't see the hands in the dim light, then moved forward a little toward a small window to the right for more light.
At the same time the guide walked in the same direction. The result was a collision that nearly knocked Lydia to the floor.
"I'm sorry," he said, reaching out quickly and grabbing Lydia tightly around the waist to prevent her from falling.
"That's all right," she panted, surprised at the sudden low tone of her voice. She was shaking all over, beads of perspiration breaking out on her forehead. Her cunny was tingling, puckering and trembling. A strange, delightful itch began centering around her stretching clitty while her nipples stiffened and poked teasingly against the soft white cotton material of her tight sweater. And all this happening because someone had just prevented her from crashing to the floor.
Lydia raised her right hand and rubbed her fingers across her forehead. She had to get a grip on herself. Tina was probably out in the square looking for her. "I'd better go," Lydia found herself whispering like a conspirator as she broke gently away from the guide's grip and backed toward the stairway. Her breathing became shallow and labored as she kept her eyes fastened on his. Lydia thanked God it was dark in the room and he couldn't fully see the effect his touch had on her.
"While you're here I can show you around the house," he said, his voice catching at the end of the sentence. Lydia felt her heart pounding so hard she thought it could rip through her rib cage. She could tell he was as excited as she. The air between them grew thick and hot. She would never forget the young man's appearance as he stood in front of her. He was the most handsome and masculine young man she had ever seen. Dressed in eighteenth century costume with a worn brown leather belt and jackboots he was severely good-looking.
"I-I have a friend," Lydia stammered. She wanted to stay, to close the door behind her and stay with this man. The confused girl couldn't avoid the strange thought of giving herself completely to him – a strange thought considering the number of men and boys she had fought off in the back seats of many cars.
"She can wait," he said, stretching his powerful arm over her left shoulder and shutting the door softly. Lydia felt her throat constrict and her mouth grow dry as cotton. She could still turn around and leave. Nothing had happened yet. He had barely touched her. There would be no hurt feelings on either side. Yet one look at his incredibly handsome face told her leaving now was impossible.
"Come here," he said in a thick voice, sliding his hand down her shoulder to her elbow. That strange, throbbing tingle came again as his calloused hands scraped over her flesh. It was insistent, that feeling. It began along the insides of her thighs like a tiny electric shock, building until her cunt-lips, asscheeks and belly felt heavy and flushed. She moved past the window as if in a trance, her legs seeming to belong to someone else.
Her cunt felt hot and very wet. As her hips moved from walking the velvet inner pussy surfaces rubbed together and hot juice seeped out to dampen the crotch panel of her panties. This was the worst she had been ever. She was suffering from an attack of horniness, something she had never experienced before.
"But what if someone…" Lydia said, snapping partly out of her red sensual fog and wondering about a stray tourist wandering into the bedroom as she did.
"I locked the door. Besides it's late. And by the way, my name's Tom McLaughlin," he said, smiling broadly and revealing two rows of strong white teeth that flashed brilliantly even in the dark.
"Lydia Merrick," the blonde panted, feeling strange new, highly pleasurable sensations rippling across her tightening cunny. She felt his hand slide down from her elbow to her waist, turning her toward him. Tom leaned forward as she tilted her face, opened her lips slightly and received his kiss. "Ummmmmm," she murmured through the kiss as she curved her body against his chest and belly. Her pussy grew hotter as she felt Tom rub his groin back and forth across her crotch.
What he was doing was obscene, filthy. She would have never let anyone do that to her before. Lydia tried to protest, but found Tom's tongue spearing between her lips, pushing down into her throat, fighting with her own oral organ. Slowly the young girl gave in to the guide's insistence, drawing her hands up to his back and pulling him tightly against her.
She felt her nipples crushing against her sweater as his hands roamed freely around her waist, down to her fleshy rounded ass-mounds and pressing in as that bulging crotch rubbed back and forth. That groin pressure against the slick material of her slacks was making her outer labes rub back and forth against one another. They teased her clitty into full erection.
"Lydia," Tom whispered nestling his mouth in the soft hollows of her neck. The blonde tilted back her head, her mouth open and letting out tight, drowning gasps of passion as the guide kissed her throat. At the same time Tom curled his fingers around the bottom of her tight-fitting sweater, pulling it out from inside her slacks and scraping the soft material along her hot belly flesh. Lydia pulled away for an instant, raising her arms high above her head and letting Tom pull the garment over her head and toss it to the floor. As the soft cotton tickled its way over her sensitive nipples and titty flesh Lydia gasped out with delight. As the sweater was pulled over her jugs, they were lifted by the steady tug until she moaned with pleasure.
"That's better," the guide said. Lydia silently agreed, feeling the heavy weight of her full tits flow down her body. "Jesus!" Tom said, peering through the darkness at the panting blonde's hanging boobs. He pushed his fingers deep into their soft, silky flesh. "Beautiful tits, nipples as hard as my cock," he said, catching the ends between his thumb and right forefinger and starting to squeeze.
"Ohhhh," Lydia moaned, throwing her head further back and arching her body against Tom's grinding thighs. Her titties lifted up high, settling into his hands, begging to be rubbed and felt. Never before had she so lewdly given herself to anyone.
All she could think of now was the pulsing itch throbbing through her cunny, intensified by Tom's manipulations of her boobs. Even his increasingly crude language excited her. As Tom increased the pressure on her nipples, squeezing them almost cruelly, Lydia swayed drunkenly back and forth. She could feel the hard pulsating ends being crushed like nuts until the soft flow of pain started to vibrate through her flesh. Lydia sank lower onto his body as she felt his hands caressing her naked back. Her cheek came to rest on the hairy, hard muscles of his belly.
"Let's get to the bed," Tom said, pulling her toward the large canopied bed behind them. He let her go, reaching down and pulling his shirt over his head, fully revealing his broad, masculine chest. A thick coat of animal-like fur covered his rippling chest, tapering down to a thin line of hair that covered his sunken navel and continued past the beltline of his knickers to his crotch.
Tom sat down on the far edge of the bed, crossing his legs and quickly slipping off his shoes and high white socks. Standing up, he started to open his trousers, then broke into a thin smile. "You take 'em off."
Lydia gasped at this suggestion. To undress a man, and in this place! Yet that command given to her in here, excited her to no end. Driven by some dark strange force rearing its head for the first time in her mind, Lydia reached out and obediently worked on his belt buckle. Lydia pulled his trousers down over his hairy ass. She worked quickly, pulling the knickers all the way down past his jutting hipbones until she saw a large, thick long sausage-shaped object spring free and brush her hand. Her fingers ran over the thick curly mat of hair covering his legs until they found their way to his hot balls.