Hot Pursuit (10 page)

His dark eyes gleamed.

If she hadn't been expecting the reaction – if Lucy hadn't warned her to watch out for the response – Anne knew she would have missed the avid sparkle in his expression. But, because she had been told how the scene would develop, she wasn't surprised by the predatory glint in his eye. Immediately he tore his gaze from hers, shook his head, and assumed his gruffhess like a protective cloak. Glancing at the door to the baronial hall he faltered apologetically and said, ‘I couldn't let you use the facilities inside. It's more than my job's worth.'

Anne nodded and lowered her gaze again. Lucy had predicted he would use that exact phrase and, on hearing the words, Anne felt as though her new friend was by her side. It was a comforting idea and brought with it the warm sexual thrill that Lucy was so easily able to inspire.

‘I understand you can't let me in there,' she agreed, glancing fretfully from side to side. ‘But isn't there anywhere discreet where I could just . . .'

‘There are stables around the back,' he said quickly.

She wouldn't have noticed his eagerness if Lucy hadn't told her about his predilections. But, armed with the knowledge of his appetite for wetplay, she understood why his posture had become rigid and why he was drawing a tentative tongue across his parched lips.

‘There aren't any toilets to speak of,' he continued, ‘but I'm told, if the girls who work there need to pee, they just pick a corner and ‘

‘Where are these stables?' Anne asked urgently.

He cast his gaze away from her and glanced around the desolate grounds. For an instant Anne fretted he would glimpse a flicker of light sparkling from Lucy's binoculars, or catch sight of her as she tried to steal across the open front of the estate. When he finally returned his gaze to her, she almost swooned with relief. ‘I'll need to come with you,' he said firmly. ‘The security here is meant to be tight and my responsibility and . . .'

Anne didn't bother listening. He was responding exactly as Lucy had said he would and she was touched by a momentary thrill of power. The magnitude of what she would have to do still lay ahead but, for the moment, that rush of unexpected excitement was enough to make her inner muscles clench with hungry anticipation.

The guard finished telling her about his duties, cast a final impatient glance over the empty estate, then took hold of her arm. Trying not to think about what she was going to do, Anne allowed him to escort her to the side of the mansion, and toward the stables. Her heart hammered at a furious speed and she dry-swallowed her nervousness as he led her into the cobbled courtyard behind the building.

The countryside perfume of hay was a constant but there was no scent of horses and no signs of any staff or stock. The stables didn't look disused – the cobbled yard was recently swept and somewhere nearby Anne could hear whinnying laughter – but it was otherwise deserted. Before Anne had a chance to register the peculiarity of stables without horses or hands the guard was opening the waist-high door of the first stall.

‘You can go in here,' he said. ‘This should do.'

Anne felt light-headed as she realised what was now expected from her. The pulse between her legs beat with a low, fevered urgency as she tried to recite the lines Lucy had insisted she use. Fear rendered her momentarily mute.

The guard frowned with obvious impatience and tugged the door back a little wider. ‘Go on, if you're going,' he urged. ‘I'll get in trouble if I'm found away from –'

‘Would you go in there with me?' she asked quickly.

The words broke into his speech and left him staring at her with lewd appreciation.

‘There's hay on the floor,' she said, not needing to feign her nervousness. ‘And I have this thing about spiders and I ‘

‘Of course I'll go in there with you.'

The glint had returned to his eyes but this time he made no attempt to disguise his obvious excitement.
From the corner of her eye Anne had seen the erection pushing at the front of his trousers and she realised the scene was working out exactly as Lucy had expected. The guard's hand returned to her arm. He carefully led her inside the sheltered gloom of the stable and then took her to the discreet shade of the furthest corner.

Her heart had been beating at a furious pace before. Now it trilled so swiftly she briefly feared she might be on the verge of a stroke. Willing her apprehension not to show, trying hard to suppress her shivers, she started to raise her skirt and then paused.

‘This won't embarrass you, will it?'

For an instant he didn't reply and she could easily understand the reason for his silence. Lucy had suggested that Anne should strike this pose – legs spread apart and the hem of her skirt lifted high enough to reveal the crotch of her panties – and it was having the exact effect she had predicted.

The guard's appreciative grin grew broader and his eyes glistened. His cheeks were blushed with colour but she sensed there was no unease in that hue. That thought was confirmed when he said, ‘It won't embarrass me.' He chortled and dropped a wink before adding, ‘More likely it would have quite the opposite effect.'

Anne grinned for him. She feared that the plastic expression might give her away but it was clear that the guard was no longer looking at her face. His attention was riveted on the glimpse of panties that she was revealing and she guessed he had noticed the stain that was almost certainly darkening the crotch.

‘You're very chivalrous, helping me out like this.'

He shrugged and squatted down beside her as she lowered herself to her haunches.

‘Are you sure this won't embarrass or offend you?'

His lips had parted in a sigh of pure adoration. His gaze remained fixed on the crotch of her panties and he shook his head from side to side. ‘God! No,' he growled. ‘You look so pretty like that, it's my pleasure to help.'

Goosebumps freckled her arms and legs, surprising her that she could feel ice cold and feverishly hot in the same moment. Not thinking about herself, watching the guard intently, she reached between her legs and saw his eyes grow wider. Stroking her fingertips over the centre of her panties she was shocked by the discovery that the thin cotton was hugging her labia like a second skin. She hadn't thought she would be exposing herself to him so greatly and a flush of guilty excitement increased her arousal. With a valiant struggle she tried not to tremble as she caressed herself.

The guard's sigh sounded like a tormented whisper.

Anne started to draw her hand away from the cotton crotch and then paused. Trying to appear solemn, feigning indifference to the electric charge that crackled between them, she asked, ‘You won't think me dirty if I keep these on?'

He briefly raised his gaze to her face, clearly puzzled by her words, and Anne was almost touched by a pang of sympathy. ‘Keep them on?' he repeated. ‘I thought you'd be . . . Why would you want to do that?'

She flexed her coquettish grin again but she realised the expression was lost on him as his attention fell back to the fingers that toyed with her gusset. ‘I don't go around flashing myself to every guy I meet,' she said primly. ‘I've only ever shown myself to one other man before and he's my . . .'

The memory of Sean's face came to her mind again. It was infuriatingly distracting and this time,
without Lucy's kisses to soothe her conscience, it was harder to brush the image away.

‘We're meant to be in a relationship,' she concluded weakly. Shaking her head, she said, ‘It wouldn't be right for me to show myself to another man.'

‘You're going to keep them on while you pee?' the guard repeated doubtfully. ‘But won't they get . . .'

He didn't get to complete his sentence before Anne released her stream. She didn't know when the urge to go had come on her, or how she had been able to contain it until this moment, but the flow of warm urine burst from her and instantly soaked her panties.

The guard gasped.

Anne barely heard him as the scalding wetness filled the crotch of her panties. Her sex lips were plastered by the sudden douche and a gut-wrenching shiver of arousal made her tremble. The water flooded hurriedly over her thighs then trickled down to the stable floor beneath her. The warm perfume of her own release filled her nostrils and added fresh zest to her welling excitement.

‘You're spraying everywhere!' the guard whispered.

She hadn't needed him to explain that. The warm flow had filled the crotch of her panties and was dribbling in spurts over her thighs. The heat broiled against her crotch, filled her panties and dared to wet her anus, then instantly left her chilly as it splashed to the hay-strewn floor. From the corner of her eye Anne could see his erection was more noticeable than it had been before. The shape of his glans was perfectly formed against the front panel of his dark trousers and a wet circle glistened against the tip of the bulbous protrusion.

Her fingertips were sodden with the splash of her golden stream but she kept them against her gusset as
the flow continued. Occasionally she tugged at the centre of the cotton, allowing the fabric to briefly fill, before letting the panties fall back into place and squash the sultry wetness against her sex.

The guard swallowed and drew a faltering breath.

Anne sympathised with his obvious arousal because the same symptoms were tormenting her. Inside her blouse her nipples ached to be touched and the nearness of orgasm felt unbearably close. Her only regret was that Lucy wasn't there to help her achieve the massive release that she so desperately craved, but she knew that her new friend would be able to sate those appetites as soon as this diversion was completed. The prospect heightened her responses and she could feel herself hurtling toward the brink of climax. The casual caress of her own fingertips, dripping with fresh wetness as they teased the sheathed length of her labia, nearly pushed her past that point.

‘Beautiful,' the guard murmured.

She glanced at him, shaking herself from a reverie of aching bliss. Still stroking the fingers against her gusset, enjoying the tactile pleasure that came from the cooling, wet fabric against her sensitive lips, she realised the stream had finally ended. The guard continued to watch her, his gaze wide and mesmerised.

Slowly, she raised herself from the floor.

She noted his disappointment, and watched him rub a frustrated hand against the massive lump at the front of his trousers, but she was wary not to mention his reaction. Forcing herself to giggle, accepting his help as he assisted her from the floor, she once again stood with her legs apart and grimaced with
faux
distaste.

‘Does that feel better?' he asked.

She was holding the hem of her skirt high and keeping her legs far enough apart so the cooling wetness at her crotch was only a minor nuisance. Blushing easily, using the back of her free hand to point at her spoilt panties, she said, ‘I'm going to have to lose these things.'

As soon as his hand moved from her arm she watched him unconsciously rub at his erection. As he had before, he stroked his tongue over his parched lips and looked like he was struggling to find appropriate words.

‘You won't look, will you?' Anne asked, knowing he would, regardless of what he said. She didn't wait for a response and placed her hand on his broad shoulder. It was the same hand that had been touching her sodden cleft a moment earlier and she noticed the guard inhaling deeply as though he was trying to drink in the perfume of her golden shower. Not acknowledging his excitement, using him to steady her balance, she reached beneath her skirt and began to peel the soaking underwear away from her sex.

She kept her gaze fixed firmly downward as she removed the panties, sure the guard would be looking and not wanting to embarrass him with being caught. It was an exhilarating chore: the wetness was infuriatingly exciting but, as soon as the panties were moved away, her flesh felt clammy and cold. Even that sensation wasn't without its pleasures because she could imagine Lucy helping her to shower herself clean, then towelling her dry before tracing a finger against her tingling flesh.

Not wanting to dwell on that fantasy, knowing what her new friend expected from her, Anne forced herself to obey Lucy's instructions and do exactly as she had been told. After stumbling from one leg to the other, trying not to let the soaked cloth touch any
more of her bare skin than was necessary, she finally staggered away from the guard with the panties in her hand.

His gaze was fixed on the flushed lips of her labia until she finally brushed the hem of her skirt down. Blushing a little, he mumbled a weak apology and looked to be struggling for something else to say.

Anne held the panties on the tip of her finger, allowing them to swing like a hypnotic pendulum. ‘Where can I get rid of these?' she asked.

He snatched them from her hand before she could protest. His fingers squeezed the sodden fabric so hard that it wrung rivulets of her yellow water down his wrist. Attuned to every detail, Anne noticed that his erection twitched more forcefully than before. ‘I'll get rid of them for you,' he promised.

Behind him, appearing discreetly in the doorway of the stable, Anne saw Lucy.

The brunette twirled a single finger in the air at shoulder height and, although they hadn't discussed this particular sign language, Anne understood that she was being told to make an excuse and leave.

‘You've been very helpful,' she mumbled.

Blushing, continuing to keep his grip on the wet panties, the guard grinned and bashfully tried to shrug the praise away.

‘May I give you a kiss to say thank you?' Anne asked.

Outside the stable, she could see Lucy rolling her eyes.

The guard seemed unaware that Lucy was there and merely nodded eagerly as Anne stepped closer and placed her hands on his shoulders. He stood rigid as she brushed a platonic kiss against his cheek and remained immobile as she whispered her thank you for a second time.