Lydia zipped up her overnight bag and gave herself one last once-over in the mirror. Coltish limbs, sharp green eyes and a mass of appealing chestnut hair falling across her shoulders.
Her pert young breasts thrust against the cotton of her flowery summers dress. Lydia's gym-toned bum and lissome long legs were emphasised by expensive wedges. And underneath the dress was a wispy, insubstantial pair of white lace knickers.
One might think this overkill for a weekend away with a married couple. But the purpose of Lydia's visit to Claire and David was far from innocent. As she checked the time of her train to Amersham, she was plotting forty eight hours of erotic abandon.
Claire was an old friend from university, a gamine blonde Mancunian with a quick temper. A year older than Lydia at twenty five, she had married David Grange the year before after a comparatively short courtship. David was in his early thirties and worked at a hedge fund. Though successful in his own right, David had been fortunate enough to inherit significant wealth from his parents – hence the spacious Buckinghamshire cottage.
More importantly for Lydia's purposes, he had broad shoulders tousled hair, and no small history of womanising.
Shortly before the wedding, a night of drunken indiscretion had led to David and Lydia falling into bed together. A spark was kindled, lust, guilt and shame followed. Behind Claire's back the two met for torrid sessions of passionate sex, even as David and Claire married and moved in together. Their affair was based on a mutual attraction and clear boundaries- a stolen afternoon in a hotel here, a sweaty all nighter in Lydia's Clapham flat, but never where they could be discovered.
Or at least, that was how it started.
But the course of true lust never did run smooth.
Lydia discovered that nothing primed her ardour more than risk. She learned this in the most unusual way during a lunchtime assignation with David. David fielded a phone call from his wife whilst receiving a wet, sloppy blowjob from Lydia in the toilets of an Old Street restaurant. As he came with a barely audible whimper, the earthy musk of his come and his wild-eyed look slicked Lydia's knickers like nothing on earth.
It didn't seem to do David any harm either.
So an invitation for a weekend in Amersham was arranged. And the thought of taking her affair into the home of one of her closest friends made Lydia impossibly horny.
18.30 pm- Amersham station
Lydia's stomach turned a little cartwheel of excitement as she saw David waving from his car- alone.
'Hello sweetheart', he drawled, as she threw her bag into the back seat and folded her slender limbs into the passenger seat.
'Hello to you too', Lydia replied, as she kissed him lingeringly on the cheek. His spiced aftershave filled her nostrils.
'The plan?', he enquired, as they pulled out of the car park and onto the road. 'By my reckoning we have about fifteen minutes to play with'.
As David began a somewhat unnecessary explanation of the route to his cottage, Lydia's hand was idly stroking his thigh. The beige cotton of his chinos stirred slightly.
David shifted slightly in his seat, his eyes never leaving the road. Lydia's hand moved further up her thigh. Her short-clipped fingernails drummed along the zip of his fly.
'You do realise if I crash this car it'll be a terribly embarrasing way to go? No-one ever wrote an elegy to a chap who died with his cock out on the A413'. Lydia giggled, and unbuttoned his trousers.
'If it'll make you feel better I can embarrass myself a little too?'
Lydia undid two buttons on her dress, showing most of the white lace of her bra, and a generous helping of tanned cleavage. 'See?'
She returned to the task at hand, unzipping his trousers and grasping David's thick cock through his cotton boxers. A squeeze, a press, a brief venture down to cup his balls.
David's knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. Lydia's knuckles whitened around his aching member. He began to breathe heavier as the lissom twenty-something began to vigorously masturbate him through his pants.
'Jesus Lyds, that's good'. She leant over, and without missing a stroke began to kiss and nibble around his ear.
As she wanked him off, he felt the familiar warmth rising. In a moment of lust-filled confusion he contemplating pulling over the car and fucking the young temptress where she sat.
