Uncanny Love Tales – (061) The Oik and the Compromised Lady

 

The Oakham’s are made up of Upper and Lower Oakham, which are located in the Finchbottom Vale, in the most rural part of the county between Millmoor and Appleby.

The Upper village is so named because it sits on the hill and Lower Oakham nestles in the Valley below.

The Oakham’s are starkly divided between the well-heeled and the down at heel and Ryan Fisher bucked the trend by not fitting either category.

Ryan had his own small holding and was also the local jack of all trades.

So not the sort of person you would readily expect to be bedding a Lady, but it happened, nonetheless, and quite often.

But they didn’t usually wake up in bed together the next day, but following an unexpected, but nonetheless extraordinarily passionate sexual encounter, Ryan woke about midmorning to find Lady Claire Morrissey was naked beside him, so they made love.

 

The previous night’s encounter was unexpected because he was already on his way to bed  when her Ladyship arrived on his doorstep dressed in a full-length designer evening dress and a lavish faux fur shrug.

 

After making love as they lay in the afterglow, he was looking forward to spending the afternoon in a similar vein to the morning and he was sure that similar thoughts were crossing Claire’s mind and the heat of passion was coursing through her veins as ferociously as his own, he definitely had a distinct trouser tickle and felt sure she was feeling the female equivalent thereof.

So, with that in mind he was just trying to formulate a plan to achieve his ends when there was a knock on the front door.

“Who’s that?” Claire asked with panic in her voice and a look on her face like a startled rabbit.

“I don’t know” he replied, “I’ll go down and find out”.

“It was just the postman” he called as he ran upstairs and found Claire pacing around the bedroom in her black silk knickers and her faux fur shrug; and Ryan had never wanted her more than at that moment.

“What am I going to do?” she said panic stricken.

“Well don’t panic for a start” he suggested.

“It’s alright for you” she shouted, “everyone already knows what you’re like, people expect more of me”.

Then she continued pacing, picked up her evening dress and threw it on the bed.

“What was I thinking” she ranted “how can I go home in that; everyone will know I’ve been out all night”.

“With your bit of rough” he said as he left the room while she continued her rant and returned a few minutes later carrying some clothes in his arms.

“The Jeans and sweater are my sister’s, she’s a similar shape to you” he said handing her the clothes “and the pumps are my niece’s she has the same size foot”.

Claire looked at him and then ran into his arms.

“You’re a life saver” she said and kissed him.

“Get dressed” he said and left the room again.

“You’ve never asked me to do that before” she said.

 

“Put your party clothes in this” he said when he returned carrying a holdall and she did as he told her, while he quickly got dressed himself and went downstairs, and she walked gingerly down the stairs to join him after about ten minutes.

“Give me the bag” he said and taking her by the hand led her out to the kitchen and through the adjoining door and into the garage.

“Wait in shadows” he instructed and kissed her forehead.

Ryan then opened the garage door and opened the rear passenger door on the driver’s side of his pickup and threw in the bag.

There was a car rug on the seat, so he picked it up, and gestured to Claire, then kept watch while she crept out from the garage and onto the back seat of the car where he covered her with the

Blanket and closed the door.

“I think your reputation is safe madam” he whispered.

“I feel like a scarlet woman” she giggled.

“So, do I” he replied.

“You’re sex mad” she said in her posh plummy tones.

He looked in the rear-view mirror as they drove though Lower Oakham, Claire was laying across the back seat completely covered by the blanket.

And Every time they passed another car or a pedestrian he shouted.

“Hide”.

Once through the village he headed up the hill towards the posh side of Upper Oakham.   

“I don’t get to Nob Hill as often as I’d like” he said.

“I don’t get nob as often as I’d like” Claire retorted.

“Lady Claire Morrissey!!” he said shocked “You’re supposed to be a Lady”.

“I am a Lady, just Not when I’m with you” she replied, “with you I can be a common Trollope”.

“Fare comment” he replied.

She lived in a huge detached Victorian House set in ten acres and he drove past and parked in the lane.

“Well, I’ve got you to Nob Hill princess, but I don’t know how to get you into your castle unseen” he said and there was silence for two minutes until she suddenly exclaimed.

“Golf club!”

“What about it?” he asked.

“My “Castle” backs onto the Golf Course” she said smugly.

So, he drove his pickup truck into the Golf Club carpark and parked in the corner beneath a beach tree and as soon as he pulled on the hand brake she yelled from beneath the blanket.

“We made it”.

“Yes, your reputation is unblemished” he agreed as he opened his car door.

Then he opened the rear door and lifted the blanket to reveal Claire’s smiling face, so he bent down and kissed her sweet lips.

After the kiss she rolled over and crawled off the back seat and crouched down out of sight behind the open door where he put his flat cap on her head

“Ok I’m off” she said. 

“What about your bag?” he asked.

“Bring it round later and you can collect your reward” she replied and disappeared into the trees.