Weekend at Wilderhope Manor Page 3

  Having done this before, Stephanie was certain Jenny knew how this went, and so, her girlfriend obeyed immediately. She shoved the dress up to Jenny's waist, baring

  her beautiful ass. Stephanie slipped a foot between Jenny's feet and kicked her ankles lightly, indicating she should spread her legs. Jenny complied. Admiring the sight before her, her gaze roved over Jenny's skin, paying particular attention to her firm, rounded buttocks and the treasures that lay between them. Glancing a little lower, she saw damp patches on the insides of Jenny's thighs. Grinning, she remembered they'd been so hasty to make themselves decent in the library that Jenny had had no time to clean herself up. Never mind, there'd soon be more juices trickling down those luscious thighs. She'd make sure of it.

  "So," said Stephanie, doing her best to sound stern when in fact, she was clamping the insides of her cheeks between her teeth to keep from smiling. She knew Jenny couldn't see her, but if she cracked a smile, it would be evident in her voice.

  "You've committed a crime, huh? And not just any one, but murder!"

  She thwacked her hand down hard on Jenny's right ass cheek, catching her unawares and making her yelp. The pale flesh quickly bore red marks.

  "It doesn't get much worse than that, does it, young lady?" she asked, firmly smacking the opposite buttock. Jenny yelled again, shaking her head in response to Stephanie's question.

  "What's that, girl?" she queried, her palm braced for another assault on her girl's bottom. "I can't hear you!"

  Smack, smack, smack. Stephanie laid several more blows on Jenny's upturned ass, none of them particularly hard, just enough to heat her skin and make her squeak and squirm.

  "Noo," Jenny moaned, "it doesn't get much worse. I'm sorry."

  That was enough for her, and she sensed it was for Jenny too. They weren't into

  BDSM proper, just a little light spanking here and there. Slipping a hand between

  Jenny's thighs, she cupped the other girl's vulva and was rewarded by a coating of slick juices on her palm and fingers. Pulling away, she put the hand to her mouth and licked off the tangy cream, letting out an involuntary "mmm" of pleasure as she did so.

  Once satisfied she'd sucked her skin clean, she patted Jenny's ass more gently now, and said, "I think you've learned your lesson, sweetheart. Now take that dress off and get on the bed."

  Stripping off her own clothes, she watched as Jenny hopped up on the four-poster and made herself comfortable. Sinking down on to the pillows and spreading her thighs, Jenny touched herself wantonly, deliberately teasing Stephanie as she got

  undressed.

  In her eagerness and lack of concentration, she got in a tangle with the braces she'd worn to hold up her men's trousers. Stephanie muttered under her breath as she finally got the situation under control, then made short work of the rest of her outfit, with the exception of her boxer shorts.

  Jenny watched, wide-eyed as she cupped her groin, pressing the fake cock against her skin. "Want me to bring a friend to join in, sweetheart?" she asked, knowing Jenny would realise she meant a toy as opposed to a real person.

  Smiling coyly and looking through her lashes, Jenny nodded. With that, Stephanie pulled down the boxers and removed the appendage she'd worn all evening, discarding them both on the floor. She moved to the case they'd brought with them, which they'd dubbed their “Bag of Tricks.” Crouching, she felt a squelch from her own crotch and realised just how desperate she was to get off. Jenny was one up on her on the orgasm front, and didn't Stephanie know it. Her labia felt fat and swollen, and her clit both tingled and throbbed as if it were trying to remind her of its presence. Oh, she remembered it, all right.

  Flipping open the case, she rummaged around until she found what she wanted.

  She grabbed a bottle of lube too, just in case. She doubted it would be necessary, but she'd rather be prepared than have their lovemaking interrupted. She hadn't even started yet, but she didn't want to stop until she'd had at least three orgasms. She was so horny she felt as if she were going to explode.

  Standing and turning, she quickly whipped her hands behind her back, an attempt to conceal what she carried until the last minute. As she caught sight of what Jenny was doing, her near-explosion factor became even more critical. Jenny finger fucked herself. She did it in a languid fashion, so as not to come, but she stuffed herself deeply with three fingers. Her girl’s hand was covered in her slick feminine juices and

  Stephanie was jealous. She wanted in.

  Scurrying toward the bed and tossing the toy and lube onto it, she clambered onto the high mattress as quickly as she could. She saw Jenny's gaze alight on the

  double-ended dildo she'd chosen for their playtime and grinned.

  "What?" Stephanie asked. "I'm terribly horny, honey. I want to make you come again, but I'm in serious need myself. What better way?"

  Jenny laughed. "I'm with you on that one. Come here."

  She moved into Jenny's outstretched arms, then lay down next to her and they moved to press the length of their bodies together. Putting her hand behind her girl’s neck, Stephanie pulled her in for an open-mouthed kiss. Simultaneously, both their hands found their way to the other's slick pout, as if they'd orchestrated it. Stephanie sucked at Jenny's tongue, stifling the moan that came out of her girlfriend’s mouth as a result of the fingers she'd just slid into her pussy. She sought Jenny’s G-spot and stroked it vigorously, even as the other girl did the same, quickly becoming a race to see who would crack first.

  Stephanie felt the familiar feeling of overwhelming pressure in her cunt as Jenny stimulated the bundle of nerve endings deep inside her. She responded by adding her thumb to the mix, rubbing her girl’s distended clit firmly until she felt Jenny's pussy clamping down on her fingers. Stephanie upped the pace. The closer she got to coming, the more passionately she stroked and fingered Jenny.

  Soon, she could hold back no longer. Her orgasm slammed into her violently, the pressure on her G-spot causing her to squirt all over Jenny's hand, increasing the blissful feeling of release tenfold. Her walls twitched and grabbed her girlfriend's probing fingers. Jenny's climax hit milliseconds after Stephanie's, causing them to look like mirror images of one another—heads thrown back, gasping and moaning, their hands stuffed between one another's legs.

  Eventually, as their orgasms waned and they came back to themselves, she pulled her hand from between Jenny's legs. She moved it to stroke Jenny's face and hair tenderly, leaning forward to press a kiss to her swollen and parted lips. Her girlfriend responded, and the two of them enjoyed a tender, post-orgasmic, fuck-me-that-was-ace kiss. When they were done, they rearranged themselves so she cradled Jenny, her head on her girl’s breasts as she played with her lover’s hair.

  They stayed that way for some time, and Stephanie even dozed off for a while.

  She soon woke up when she felt a strange weight on her stomach. Startled, her eyes flew open and she looked down to see Jenny trailing the dildo across her skin.

  Meeting Jenny's gaze, she grinned as the other girl asked, "Ready for round two?"

  * * *

  The following morning, Stephanie had absolutely no wish to get up. A long night of licking, sucking and fucking into oblivion had left her achy and sore, but completely sated. It had been quite the wild evening. As the time had ticked on and they'd heard people moving around in the corridor outside, they'd realised others were going to bed.

  From then on, they'd done their absolute damnedest to keep quiet, using their fingers, fists and pillows to stifle their moans and groans of pleasure. Either nobody had heard them, or perhaps the other guests had been simply too drunk to care, because she and Jenny received no complaints.

  She opened her eyes and saw Jenny, always the earliest to rise, already pouring boiling water from the kettle into two mugs. Adding two sugars to each, Jenny stirred both coffees and picked them up, made her way back over to the bed and smiled at

  Stephanie.

  "Morning, sweetie. I was just goin
g to wake you. Normally I'd leave you be, but given we didn't eat…food…last night, I thought you might want to get up for breakfast. I sure as hell did. I'm starving!"

  Taking the mug from Jenny with a smile of thanks, she replied, "No, I agree. I'm ravenous." Glancing at the clock, she continued, "Okay, we have a little while yet, so I'll just drink this and then we can shower and go down. Stairs, I mean!" She added the last part as she saw Jenny's eyebrows rise. "Dirty girl," Stephanie scolded. "Haven't you had enough?"

  "Of you? Never." Jenny dropped a kiss onto Stephanie’s mussed hair, then sauntered over to the window, pulling the curtains open to gaze out across Wilderhope Manor's grounds. Her girlfriend stood there, sipping her scalding coffee and wincing periodically. Stephanie shook her head incredulously. Unlike Jenny, she never could drink hot beverages so soon after they'd been made.

  In fact, she decided, since the coffee had been so recently made, she could probably head into the bathroom and have a shower. By the time she’d finished, it would be just about the right temperature. Shuffling out of bed carefully, so as not to spill the drink, Stephanie padded across the room and put the mug down on the side, then went to wash up.

  Despite the age of the house, the bathrooms were state-of-the-art. Most of these places clearly realised that although people loved the olde-worlde buildings, rooms and beds, they were also sticklers for a decent shower in the morning. A pathetic dribble of water would just not do, and for that, she was extremely grateful.

  Stephanie turned on the spray to almost full power and waited for the hot water to come through. A minor adjustment of the temperature and she stepped into the cubicle, pulling the door shut behind her. Immediately, the water pummelling her aching muscles livened her, and putting her face under the spray for a couple of seconds ensured she was well and truly alert. Wasting no time, she grabbed the complimentary shampoo, washed and rinsed her hair, then followed suit with the shower gel on her body. She was in and out in no time at all.

  Wrapping herself in a huge fluffy towel, she then manoeuvred her long hair into another one, twisting and piling it on top of her head like a turban. She left the bathroom to find Jenny just draining the last of her coffee and ready to trade places with her.

  "Good timing, honey." Stephanie said, "Enjoy. The water pressure is immense. I could have stayed in there all day."

  "I won't be too long. I'm definitely ready for my breakfast. I'll brush my teeth when we come back up."

  "Mmm-hmm."

  Fifteen minutes or so later, both of them were dressed and heading downstairs for breakfast. They walked into the dining room, the beautiful old-fashioned long table already set. A couple of people were there, and she and Jenny nodded politely, wishing them a good morning. There didn't appear to be a seating plan, so they sat next to one another. She looked down at the place setting, then glanced across at Jenny who'd clearly spotted the very same thing. After their rather energetic evening and resulting dead-to-the-world night's sleep, they'd both completely forgotten what day it was.

  "These are so cute!" Jenny said, picking up a paper napkin and examining it. The manor more than likely used proper cotton serviettes, but for the very special occasion of Halloween, they'd broken out their best bat and ghost covered ones. Jenny, at least, approved. Grinning delightedly, she looked at the place settings on either side of her to see if they were all the same. Much to Stephanie's relief, they were. She wasn't sure she could deal with her girlfriend’s in-depth inspection of each different pattern. She loved Jenny more than life itself, but her lover tended to get excited over the oddest things at times.

  "So," said Stephanie, trying to distract herself from her madly grumbling stomach, "what's the plan for today?"

  "Ooh," Jenny replied, immediately digging into the pocket of her jeans for her slightly dog-eared itinerary, "let's have a look! Umm…okay. Breakfast is now, obviously. And, oh! Awesome! We basically have the entire day to ourselves. Lunch is buffet style, so we can pop back into the house whatever time we like, between twelve and two, but we can please ourselves until seven. That's when we have our formal sit down meal, followed by the costume party. What fun!"

  "So," said Stephanie, looking out of the window, "what do you say to dashing back upstairs after breakfast to brush our teeth, then heading out to explore the grounds? It looks as if it's going to be a nice day."

  Glancing out at the gardens, Jenny nodded. "Sounds like a plan. Now where's our breakfast?"

  During this little exchange, other people had filed into the room and sat. And as if they'd heard Jenny's hunger-spurred comment, the doors to the kitchen flew open and a series of waiters and waitresses came out. They were laden with all the ingredients for a yummy English breakfast, and a few appreciative murmurs came from around their table as the tantalizing smells of bacon and sausage hit their nostrils.

  * * *

  Pulling the laces of her hiking shoes tight, Stephanie remarked, "Well, I was hungry, but now, I definitely need to walk some of that off! I'm stuffed."

  "Me too," Jenny said, emerging from the bathroom. "You ready?"

  "Mmm-hmm. So we need to be back here by six at the latest to make sure we're ready in time for tonight."

  "Make it half past five. We need to get our costumes perfect!"

  "Whatever you say, honey. Let's go!"

  After exiting the building, they headed into the gardens, sucking in lungfuls of the fresh, crisp air. Being October, it was a chilly morning, and dew adorned the grass, giving the garden a slightly ethereal feeling. Spotting a board with a map of the grounds, she headed over to it with Jenny in tow.

  "Wow," said Stephanie, examining the map, "I had no idea this place was so big.

  And look, there's a maze!" She pointed to the relevant place, drawing an excitable squeak from Jenny.

  "A maze! Cool! How do we get there? We have to go in!"

  "Hmm, give me a minute." Stephanie worked out the best way to navigate the sprawling grounds from their current position to the maze. "Okay, yep, I got it. Follow me."

  They walked hand in hand, their breath visible in the cool air. There was nobody else around. The other patrons must’ve gone back to bed with hangovers, or decided to spend the day lounging around indoors. Had the weather been inclement, Stephanie's choice would’ve been to hole up in the library all day, poring over the various fascinating tomes it housed. But as it was the sky was clear, and so, outside it was.

  Glancing across at Jenny, her nose and cheeks slightly pink from the cold, she decided she wouldn't have it any other way.

  Stephanie squeezed her girl's hand to get her attention. When Jenny turned her head, Stephanie dropped a kiss on her lips.

  "What was that for?" Jenny asked as they parted, smiling.

  "Just felt like it, that's all."

  "Okay. Well, I'm not complaining. Hey, is that the edge of the maze?"

  Stephanie looked. They'd covered some distance by now, leaving the finely manicured lawns directly at the back of the manor. They headed down a hedge-lined path, which had varying patches of ground on either side. So far, they'd seen rose gardens, knot gardens, a pond and a parterre. They hadn't popped in to explore, planning on hitting the maze first, then checking out everything else in more detail on their way back to the house. They had all day, after all.

  The hedge that lined the right-hand side of their path came to an end now, and off to that side was another lawn. Beyond that was a much higher hedge with a purposely designed gap to admit entry. It had to be the maze. They walked across the lawn in the direction of its entrance. Once they reached it, they looked at each other in awe. The walls were even higher than Stephanie had first thought.

  Jenny said, "I think I'd rather we went in together. Wouldn't you? It's all a bit Alice in Wonderland, and I don't want to come a cropper with the Queen of Hearts while you're drinking tea with the Mad Hatter and the White Rabbit."

  Stephanie laughed out loud, jabbing Jenny playfully with an elbow. "Where do you come up with these
ideas? It's just a maze, sweetheart. But if it'll make you feel better, we'll go through together. I guess it could get a little creepy as we get inside."

  That decided, they walked in. Stephanie, the more logical of the two, led the way through the narrow corridors in search of the elusive centre. She felt confident at first, but as the twists and turns continued, she felt less so. That, and the fact that she'd been right about the creep factor. It was a clear but not particularly bright day, resulting in very little natural light penetrating the hedges that made up the maze. It was navigable but incredibly gloomy, and she sensed Jenny stayed behind her as close as possible without treading on the backs of her shoes. Honestly, she didn't blame her. Even she felt a little spooked. The silence wasn't helping. From their sheltered position, they could see glimpses of the sky, but they couldn’t hear anything other than the sound of their own footsteps and breathing.

  Stephanie picked up the pace, albeit subtly. She didn't want to worry Jenny, but she wasn't really sure where they were, and to make it worse, she started to feel quite nervous. Despite the silence and the fact they hadn't seen another soul since they'd left the house, she suddenly had the oddest feeling they weren't alone. It was a silly notion, because the walls of the maze were so thick she couldn't see through them, so it wasn't as if anyone could be secretly spying on Jenny and her. But Stephanie simply could not shake her apprehension. She desperately wanted to get out of the maze, but saw no way of doing it quickly. Even turning back wouldn't guarantee a swift exit, because she couldn’t remember each twist and turn they'd taken. They could just end up stuck in there even longer.