Meeting Derek in the dining room as planned, Jess and Sarah had once again put their amorous intentions on hold. They settled in for a stormy night and some serious lovemaking back in the guest suite later.  It was true things had been on hold since Jess had come to California on business. And it was just that business Sarah began to seriously wondered about. Her trip to England was now giving her an up-close-and-personal look at one of Jess' wealthy associates and friends.

Derek's eccentricities were even further pronounced over the meal as he explained in great detail how he had hunted and killed the pheasants they were dining on that evening. All the while he kept up with his pastime of watching Sarah—her every move during the meal. The dinner was indeed exquisite, however, with Miss Beverley constantly attending to their needs and bringing in the several courses on a silver tray.

There was something very vintage British-rock-star about Derek's homely looks—his shoulder-length hair and his ex-druggie hard and pale complexion. Jess was very conversant with him, bringing up stories of their association which went back years and involved locales like Columbia and several places in the Caribbean. At several times during dinner, George, the groundskeeper entered the high-ceilinged dining room to tend to the fireplace in the adjacent wall. The last time he did this, he also closed the outer window shutters as they had become noisily distracting, banging away in the fierce winds outside.

Sarah was just relieved that the conversation never seemed to move over to her. This was a bit surprising as Jess did not dote on her to Derek, as she expected he might over dinner. Looking up at the wainscoted ceiling, she flashed back to the few times she had been dragged to the UK with her parents to attend the Ascot races with friends from Fairbanks Ranch in San Diego. For some reason the high, wooden painted ceilings of the hotels there, where she was invariably held captive with her nanny, all came back to her in Derek's 19th century estate house. Though the meal was delicious and the heady wine was offered to her abundantly, she still felt uncomfortable in the manor—not unlike she did upon first entering the house.

Soon it was time for desert and the uniformed housekeeper brought out an array of puddings and fruitcakes soaked in rum. This was followed by a lemon aperitif, which both Jess and Derek insisted to the point of an argument that Sarah imbibe a glass of .

Derek eventually wound down his stories of horses and hunting and rang the hand bell which had been visible all evening next to him on the table. With this sound, George reappeared instantly.

"Now George . . . as we all prepare to retire for the evening, please go up and make sure there's a roaring fire in our guest's bedroom. The storm will certainly rage throughout the night."

Sarah was just grateful this signaled an end to a very long day and a meal she did not entirely feel a part of as the two men seemed never to cease in their reminiscing. She also was beginning to feel strangely relaxed and a little giddy—perhaps from a mixture of the wine and sweet aperitif. Within only a few more minutes she was feeling warm and had an unfamiliar restlessness for being as tired as she was.

It was not long after this that Derek stood up from his seat at the table and thanked his guests for an enjoyable day and evening. Jess and Sarah, followed suit and as she stood up and navigated across the floor with some difficulty she felt Jess's arm around her and his soft voice comforting her that they would soon be up in their room.

Entering the warm suite with the amber lights low, Sarah felt finally emancipated from her host and she let Jess give her a warm kiss and embrace as they stood before the glowing fireplace. Her body seemed so sensitive to his touch. Just behind them was the king sized bed and she knew it would only be a few steps away that they would be making love as a precursor to restful sleep. It seemed somewhat strange as she looked in the mirror beside her and noticed she was already half undressed. Was it he that removed blouse and bra or was it she while waiting for him to close the shutters of the bay window. Her head was still spinning from the alcohol and she felt a tremendous desire to just lay naked and let Jess do as he would with her. As she watched him open the window briefly to secure the shutters against the storm, Sarah just allowed herself to fall back on the bed and soon she felt Jess near her removing the rest of her clothing while he himself got naked.

The room was very warm and she felt no need to get under the thick comforter. Effortlessly, she laid back, readying herself for Jess's expert lovemaking. He made one last trip over to the wall before joining her, strangely turning up the lights so brightly that even in her contented mood asked him why he had done so. He gave no answer to this, but only the touch of his warm hands and kisses on her breasts made her forget the issue completely as she closed her eyes and willingly arched her body up to him. She felt his caresses move down her stomach, covering her hips with his warm mouth to the sound of his heavy breathing. Soon he was employing his tongue on her skin, bring all her senses into complete anticipation of where he would focus his greatest efforts. Sarah felt free to moan loudly, now oblivious to where she was that night.

The kisses and touches which seemed endless in the bright light, became kaleidoscopic as Jess brought Sarah to heighted peaks of pleasure. He did this only to let her recover momentarily to catch her breath, and then tease her again into a building of shuddering crescendos. Her overly sensitive body seemed to have no limits that long night and there was no sense of exhaustion like she had known before with him after a series of positions which Jess skillfully orchestrated bringing  her to climax after climax.

It was sometime in the early morning that Sarah awoke with her head aching and the slight sting from other areas on her body where she and Jess had been entirely concentrating in their pleasuring. As she could see a faint line of daylight glowing through the crack in the shudders, she could tell the overhead lights were now off and Jess was spent and sleeping soundly next to her. There was the strong sent of sex still on her skin and a dampness to the covers that told of a long night of boundless sex, something she had never done to such excess before.

An eerie feeling came over her that she had not been in complete control of the evenings activities once they were transferred to the bedroom suite with Jess. She could not even remember if he had put on a condom or not. A feeling of shame came over her for being so depraved in her lovemaking to allow it irresponsibly to last all night. She lay next to Jess for over an hour without moving, wishing they would leave Silkcrest as early as possible that morning. Finally having to visit the bathroom, her movements getting out of the bed, woke Jess momentarily. She watched as he went back to sleep, obviously much contented and exhausted from the marathon they had both just run.

Returning from the bathroom after taking a quick shower and dressing, Sarah was fully ready to get her lover boy back on the road to London. This she did with several gentle kisses and finally a cold, wet washcloth she brought from the sink to place on his forehead and wipe off the stale sweat from his neck and shoulders.

"Hey. . . what's the big idea . . . a bath already?"

"That's right Jessie. Come on. I want to go back to the hotel.

"You OK?"

He seemed to be finally coming out of his deep satiated repose.

"Yeah. Well . . . a little sore in some critical places . . . but OK. I think I've had enough of the English countryside, Jess . . . so shall we go back to London?"

"Don't you even want to stay here for breakfast?"

"Actually, no. I'd rather go back to the hotel to eat."

"Well . . . if you insist, angel." He slowly sat up and stretched his arms.  Hey . . . you were amazing last night."

"Don't even go there."

"Hey, OK. But really . . . it was . . ."

"Jess! Really. Let's just get ready to go."

"Alright then. Quick shower?"

"I had one already. Seriously needed it. Now your turn, let's go."

"See? I remember you . . ."

"No. I don't want to hear it, Jess! Just get in the shower. I'll get our stuff together."

"Wow . . . You really mean that, don't you, princess?"

"Yes. Princess really means that."

Within thirty minutes Jess was at the wheel of the Jaguar again, driving in the morning rain toward more congested roads—both perennial symptoms of the city of London.

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