Uncanny Love Tales – (062) The Lady Rewards the Oik

 

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 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, and when it happened for the first time it marked a change in their relationship.

When it dawned on her that she was stranded at his house wearing the same clothes she arrived in the night before and Ryan had to smuggle her out of his house and onto the back seat of his pickup, in which he drove her to her house in Upper Oakham.

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.

 

After dark, that night he was once again driving into the Golf Club carpark, this time in his brother’s car which was less conspicuous than his pickup and parked in the same place under the Beach tree where he had dropped her Ladyship earlier.

He locked the car and followed a track of sorts and after about twenty yards there was a wide opening that allowed egress through the woods, which eventually arrived at the back of Claire’s “Castle”, so he opened the wrought iron gate, keeping to the shadows he crossed the great expanse of lawn and onto the terrace and looked through the French doors.

He could see Claire was already in her silk dressing gown and as he watched her pad around the room, he began to feel the tell-tale stirring down below, so he tapped on the window.

She looked up immediately and gave him a broad smile and opened the door,

“What kept you?” she asked but before he had chance to reply she dragged him inside and was kissing him.

He was still carrying the holdall filled with her previous night’s outfit so when she finished kissing him, she said.

“Go and put the bag in the hall darling”.

Then she locked the door and pulled the curtains.

When he returned to the room, she was stood in front of the velvet curtains and had discarded her silk dressing gown to reveal matching red silk underwear, red stockings, red high heeled shoes, and a filthy expression.

“Did someone order a scarlet woman?” she asked coyly.

It took him completely by surprise and he almost fainted as all the blood rushed to his loins.

“I’m very partial to a scarlet woman” he said as he looked her up and down, and he reflected on what a classy woman she was even when she was playing the strumpet.

A classy chassis dressed in classy expensive lingerie, the camisole merely hinted at its formidable contents and only her proud peaks betrayed her arousal, and her camiknickers were both flattering and tempting simultaneously while her stockings were again of the highest quality as were their contents.

His hands sweated and his mouth salivated as he surveyed every inch of the gorgeous package.  

“Especially a posh one”

“Is that why you want me?” she asked as she walked towards him on her high heels.

“Because I’m posh”

“Well, I do like posh birds” he confessed.

“But I want you because you’re hot”.

“Good answer” Claire said as she stood in front of him.

“You can have your reward now”.