"Where are you this time?" I asked when our lips finally parted.
"Kate's. We are going to check out wedding dresses," she grinned, and I chuckled before taking her face in my hands and kissing her again.
Heather's cover stories had become part of the ritual on House of Lush weekends, and each time they somehow became riskier. All it would take this weekend would be one phone call from Heather's husband to her sister Kate and there would be questions to answer. Maybe her sister was in on it? I didn't know, and at that moment I didn't care to ask.
No sooner had we got in the car than Heather began unbuttoning my jeans. She reached inside and grasped my cock, which by now had been raised from its dormant state and was rapidly swelling. Wary of security cameras I looked around.
"Not here..."
She looked up at me, a devilish twinkle in her eyes. There was no time to lose. Before the car had even pulled out of the car park her face was in my lap. Her lips forming a perfect seal around the head of my cock. I fought to retain my focus on the road.
As we sped along the empty country roads, the only light falling on my lap was from the full moon each time it appeared though a break in the clouds. Heather was taking my cock inside her mouth, sucking up and down. Her tongue teased the tip before pressing flat against the shaft.
I looked straight ahead, focusing on the illuminated patch of road in front of me. Even so, with my mind partly drawn to occurrences in my lap I spotted a tight bend in the road at the last moment and had to turn the wheel sharply to make it round the bend. The jolt closed Heather's mouth around my cock. Her teeth dragging up the shaft and over the head as she pulled her head upwards in surprise. I saw a lay-by up ahead and pulled the car over, sending gravel flying as the car halted abruptly.
"Perhaps not worth taking any more risks with my cock, eh?"
Heather grinned. Her fist tightened around the base of my cock. Her lips and tongue working the head, circling, licking and sucking. My hands pressed her head down until I felt her start to gag as my cock reached the back of her throat. I released the pressure a little. I was deep but not too deep inside her mouth. My fingers coiled her hair about them, tightening as I closed my grasp. I could feel my orgasm building.
Light flooded the car from behind as a lorry shot by, causing the car to rock, I flexed my buttocks moving my cock upwards just a little. Wanting more and more. Heather slurped as the suction of her lips was broken, then she reapplied that soft fleshy seal and lashed her tongue against my cock.
I threw my head back, desperate to distract myself, to prolong this moment. Heather's fist twisted as it rose and fell. She brought her lips upwards, her teeth lightly brushing the glans. I was no longer in control. I felt my cock pulse and fire cum into her mouth. When she lifted her head she licked up the last pearlescent drop to emerge from my cock.
Raising her face to mine, those lips that had only just been around my cock were now pressed against my lips. As our tongues caressed each other I could taste my un-swallowed cum in her mouth. I gathered some with my tongue and swallowed it. Heather swallowed the rest with a grin and sat back in her seat. A finger traced along her lips which she then sucked on seductively.
"We're going to be late," she said, with a wicked lilt to her voice as if this was my fault.
"Right now, I'm not entirely sure I give a damn." I adjusted my clothing, stowing my cock safely back inside my jeans.
We drove until my sat nav told me to take a left turn. From the smooth tarmac road we turned onto a rough gravel track.
"Are you sure this is right?"
"As sure as I can be of anything after what you just did."
I winked, not wanting to take my eyes off the track to give her the kiss I so desperately wanted to bestow on her.
Ahead of us some lights came into view in the distance. The gravel track brought us to a courtyard surrounded by farm buildings. I parked the car close to the main building and we both got out. The front door of the farm house was an old solid wooden door. I knocked firmly and the door opened slightly. From inside I could hear raised voices. Angry voices. This was not normal for the House of Lush.
I pushed the door open and we entered the house. I saw Alex remonstrating with a man and a woman.
"But I have an invite..."
"And she doesn't. I'm afraid she will have to leave. House rules are very clear."
"Is everything ok?" I interjected, not quite sure if I should.
My question prompted the three of them to turn and look in my direction.
"Oh hi, Dylan. Yeah, we have a 'plus 1' situation."
Alex glanced at the couple who showed no signs of calming down.
I walked over and stepped between Alex and the couple. Alex slipped gratefully away into the next room.
"I'm really sorry if this wasn't properly explained to you, but the event is invite only and only one of you has an invite. We don't allow plus ones."
The man started to protest again. The woman with him clutched her bag close. I couldn't tell if she was angry or embarrassed. Her eyes were flitting about rapidly.
From the room behind me burst a girl I knew as Kelly.
"Clive, you shouldn't have... she can't be here."
Kelly knew that the penalty for bringing trouble to the House was severe. You could see it etched across her face. Clearly the man she'd called Clive could as well. His body language changed. The aggressive stance giving way to a more conciliatory posture.
"I get the message. We'll go. It looks shit anyway. C'mon."
He took the woman's hand and they pushed past Heather and me to the front door. I heard car doors slam, an engine roar and tyres sending gravel flying as the car sped away.
For a moment all eyes were fixed on the front door, but the sound of Kelly crying brought me back to the present. Heather had her arms around her, comforting her.
"They're gone, Kelly. No harm done. Why don't you get a drink in Rumplations?"
Heather's tone was warm and soothing. Kelly nodded, and still crying she left the room.
The farm had not been in use for a few months, but the main buildings were in a good condition. It hadn't taken much to convert it into The House of Lush. The family living areas had lacked furniture but in all other ways were nicely decorated. The out buildings were empty, ready for demolition or conversion into residences. For seclusion, space and privacy it was perfect. It wasn't the largest venue The House had ever had, but it was perfect for our very discreet requirements.
"To the cloakroom?" Heather asked, a cheeky tone to her voice.
"No, not just yet. Let's have a look around outside first. Plenty of time for that later."
I put an arm around Heather's waist as we walked around to the back of the main house and into the garden. Scattered lights cast a soft glow in the darkness. The partially illuminated silhouettes of 20 to 30 people were standing around drinking and talking. Most were wearing the soft white robes that were de rigueur for The House. The delicious aromas of cooking food wafted over from a barbecue.
"We're home!" I said, finally relaxing and looking forward to the evening ahead with Heather and our friends.
Heather turned me to face her, and kissed me lovingly.
"Home indeed."
She took my hand and lead me between two trees. The blue light of a swimming pool came into view. We stopped, still holding hands, and we watched. The pool had maybe a dozen people in it. All of them naked. A tangle of arms and limbs. An orgy of kissing and fucking. The splash of writhing bodies. The moans and giggles of carefree abandon percolated through the air.
Aroused, I reached my hand down between Heather's legs. I stroked her through the thin fabric. As I did so her hand clasped my cock through my jeans. Her gaze turned to the far side of the pool. Kneeling on all fours on the grass was a woman. Her curves were highlighted in the shimmering reflected light from the pool. Her head bobbed up and down as her lips slid up and down the cock of a man standing before her. Behind her, a man was thrusting himself hard into her. Their bodies slapping together. Above her, the two men had raised their arms and placed their palms against the other's. My cock strained against my jeans, fighting to feel the touch of Heather's fingers.
"It's called the Eiffel Tower."
"Eh?"
What Heather had said didn't fully register with me.
"What they are doing. The way the men have their arms up forming a point above her, it's called the Eiffel Tower."
I nodded, transfixed by the sight of the woman being used by the men, as she in turn used them for her pleasure.
"Mmm Eiffel," Heather muttered under her breath. She turned and whispered in my ear. "I want you!"
Heather took my hand and we ran, giggling like teenagers, away from the pool and away from the house. We came to an old barn. The door was half broken. As we pushed it aside it was clear that this barn wasn't being used for The House of Lush. Not until now anyway. It was empty, with a concrete floor and half of the roof missing. A shaft of moonlight illuminated part of the far wall.
"We won't be disturbed here," said Heather as she pulled my shirt off.
I unzipped her dress and it fell to the floor. My fingers fumbling to unclasp her bra. I felt my jeans slip down my legs and Heather's hand slipped inside my boxers. Her lips pressed against mine as she began wanking my cock. I responded to her kisses. My passion matched hers. Her soft lips against mine, her tongue pushing into my mouth. A hunger for each other than could only be quenched one way.
Her other hand trailed up and down my thigh as my hands slid inside the waistband of her panties and lowered them. My hands moved to her bum, clasping her cheeks and pulling her against me. She released my cock and wrapped her arms around my neck. Our groins grinding against each other, her nipples brushing through my chest hair as we kissed each other deeply.
"You feel like a dream come true," she said in a barely audible whisper. "I want you. I want all of you at once. I want to rub myself all over you."
She ran her fingers through my hair.
I took Heather's hand and sank to the the floor taking her with me. I lay back on the coarse concrete. Heather straddled me. Her palms stroked my chest. My hands traced her curves, moving slowly along her thighs, up her sides and coming to rest cupping her breasts. They were so soft in my hands. My thumbs rubbed over her nipples.
I reached a hand between her legs, dragging my fingers along her pussy and over her clit. Heather slid a hand down her front to her pussy. She coated her middle finger in her wetness and then drew the glistening finger along the underside of my hard cock. A shudder of pleasure ripped through, She moved her pussy against my figures as her fingernail lightly scraped along my shaft.