'Two hundred pounds! The young woman tried to sound outraged but knew her position was weak. She knew the desire was burning in her eyes, the need to take 'her' chair, for in her mind it was already hers, and set it like a perfect jewel in the empty space marring her conservatory. With a sigh she looked again at the high backed chair, stroking the black stained bamboo absently. It was old, no denying that, probably brought back from the Orient by the captain of some long-forgotten clipper to grace his home. Her mind wandered, saw the acres of white canvas bellying before the wind, heard the rushing of water cleaved by a delicate hull and felt the deck heave beneath her feet as that most beautiful of man's creations seemed to skim the ocean like a bird.
With a start she collected herself, once more the elegant businesswoman, haggling with a dingy old man in a threadbare cardigan over something she could afford to buy a thousand times and still have a comfortable life. 'A hundred,' she ventured far more hesitantly than her colleagues at the brokerage would have believed her capable, 'and it's not even worth that.'
'Two hundred pounds, missy,' the bright blue sparrow eyes regarding her from that wrinkled old face did not even dignify her obvious desire with laughter. 'Very old, very valuable, Chinese, maybe museum pay more.'
Shaking her head, not so much in rejection as irritation, she traced the extravagant curls of the chair back. Not Chinese, she thought, not from any dynasty she knew of and she knew them all, Burmese maybe, or Thai, possibly Kampuchean even. Images danced before her, slimly graceful brown-bodied figures moving nimbly amongst the heavily carved stone buildings, black hair and bright gold offset by peacock coloured clothing. Angkor, Ayutthyah, names of mystery, great cities brought to ruin centuries before the first white man had sailed east of Africa. 'Two hundred it is,' she agreed and reached for her purse.
Now the chair stood proudly, centrepiece of her very favourite room, the huge cast-iron conservatory that spanned the full width of her house and was the main reason she had bought an overlarge Victorian relic rather than a modern apartment. Now even the irritation at having to pay another twenty-five pounds to have the chair delivered was fading fast. The building's white framework was almost hidden by the profusion of exotic greenery that grew everywhere, sprouting from earthenware pots that covered the cool tiled floor, trailing from hanging baskets and graced by fragile flowers whose perfume filled the still air with mystery. And there in the middle of it all, looking as though it had been crafted just to render the scene perfect, her chair. Meticulously cleaned, the black wood coiled sinuously from a circular base into the arms and back, cupping the woven seat lovingly. Mottling from the original bamboo showed through the stain giving the wood a textured look that reminded her of the skin of some exotic snake.
Settling back in the chair, her chair, she stretched extravagantly and reached a languorous arm for a tall glass beaded with condensation. Life was good. Young rich and attractive... was attractive a strong enough word she considered with mock deliberation as she sipped her drink? No, not really. Her eyes wandered downwards over the shapely form encased in a brief peacock blue bikini. Slender limbs framed a body nine out of ten women would have given anything to own, and nine out of ten men would have sold their souls to possess. Curling golden hair tumbled down over delicate shoulders and framed a face a previous lover had described as resembling that of a sybaritic angel. Large nipples dented fabric rounded by the shapes of her high firm breasts, made even more prominent by a narrow waist and slim though not boyish, never ever 'boyish', hips. Long tanned legs trailed idly, heedless of modesty in this most private retreat, sprawled akimbo to reveal the curve of her mons covered by shiny blue fabric that clung tenderly to her body. Beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, why settle for the false modesty of 'attractive', she ruminated with lazy satisfaction?
Oh yes, life was very good for her. Squirming slightly in the high-backed chair, the warmth of a late Friday afternoon sun suffusing her body and a strong alcoholic drink buzzing in her mind, the young woman traced elegant fingertips idly down the curled armrest. Dark mottled wood seemed almost to breathe beneath her touch, the effect sensual in the extreme, a feeling akin to exploring the curve of your lover's spine as they slept beside you. Thoughts drifted idly, prompted by the mental association, how many men had there been ... ten ... twenty ... bed companions, lovers, casual encounters? Never partners though, she wasn't about to trade her independence for a false sense of security and why should she? Though men were pleasant enough when her itches needed scratching and some of them had filled that need extremely competently .........
......... images drifted across the projection screen in her mind, hands and mouths exploring, tongues lapping softly, bloated cocks insistently demanding entrance. Realisation surfaced that the combination of sun and alcohol could no longer explain away the heat she had begun to feel. It was too centralised, too specific. A need welled up through her hazy thoughts. There was currently a choice of three men she could call. Any one of them would drop everything to spend a few hours wrapped in her arms, and then leave again without complicated goodbyes. But the phone extension wasn't due to be fitted until next week and she felt just soooooooo lazy ......... hands wandered over her belly with slow familiarity.
Almost before her conscious mind caught up, the bikini top lay crumpled and shapeless on the floor. Hands replaced silk and cupped the plump mounds that had given it life and form, fingers kneaded and probed swollen breasts, urging herself to greater excitement. Breathing became ragged as she looked down at her magnificent tits. The fingers teasing her nipples could have belonged to someone else. As they rolled and plucked at the turgid peaks the young woman felt no sense of directing their movements. Just as her teats seemed to have a mind of their own, swelling and throbbing in response to the stimulation, so too did the fingers causing such a delicious reaction appear to direct themselves in their devilishly insidious work.
One of the hands was leaving her tit, she noted with vague disappointment. Surely the tumescent pink nipple would be lonely without some more attention? But her hand ignored the thought, stroking down over the soft swell of her stomach and untying the cords holding the bottom half of her bikini together. Oh well, maybe the hand knew best ...... when it tugged at the material she obligingly lifted her body up slightly to facilitate its removal. And oh, did her hand ever know what it was doing, stroking the fine golden triangle covering her mound, pressing down on her exposed sex, opening her labia like an exotic flower and touching the pulsating bud of her swollen clitoris.
'Oooooooooohhhhhhhh,' fingers manipulated her clit with long familiarity while the remaining hand alternated between engorged nipples, rolling and milking them mercilessly. Honey dripped from her aroused pussy to stain the shadowy woven chair seat even darker. Heat rose in the humid air of the conservatory as the young woman moaned with passionate abandon. Plants seemed to crowd thicker, filling the room with their exotic perfume. Juices puddled beneath her thighs as she drove herself higher, the scent of her lust vying with that of the flowers while the Victorian conservatory wavered, to be replaced by the teak walls of a traditional Thai house.
Heavy lidded eyes showed no surprise at the slim figure of a young Oriental girl walking across the wooden floor towards her sprawled figure. It seemed so natural, so proper, so ...... expected. Without a word the exotic beauty removed her clothes, her movements graceful and economical. Silently the slender, raven-haired figure knelt between splayed legs, taking the blonde woman's hand from her pussy and returning it to the nipple it had abandoned so long ago. With no room in her mind for anything but the throbbing overpowering need that coursed though her entire being, the young blonde woman obeyed the implicit command, fingers arousing her already tumescent teats to greater heights as the Thai girl rested forearms on widespread thighs and regarded the deep pink slit nestled between them with curiosity.
'Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,' apparently meeting with approval, the brown skinned girl eased pale thighs wider apart. Nimble fingers spread labia to expose every detail of the sleek juice covered pussy, then her head bent forward to kiss the musky cunt. Small firm lips nipped over sensitive flesh, kissing slowly upwards until they closed over a swollen clit and sucked gently. The young blonde groaned heavily, tugging her nipples and arching hips upwards to allow greater access to her treasures. A small pink tongue emerged, exploring the sensitive nub, pushing the hood back and forth experimentally and then flickering over the exposed tip in a rapid motion. With a scream the blonde's body thrust up against her tormentor as a powerful orgasm ripped through her frame, fingers still plucking desperately at distended nipples as her overheated cunt flooded with love juice.
Still shuddering the young woman sank back into the chair, hands resting on its curved arms, body open and available to the slim brown figure kneeling before her. Chest heaving, she looked down at the small figure but could see little beyond the waterfall of black hair that seemed to sprout from her own blonde triangle, as the young girl continued to lap her pulsating clit. Waves of heat rolled through the blonde's body as her head slumped back against the chair and her eyes closed. Lips parted, breathing ragged, soft moans filling the air, she submitted to the urgent needs of her body as it writhed with lustful abandon. So it was that she felt rather than saw the fingertips bunch against her cunt and then slide within.
With only slight reluctance, muscles relaxed and ridged walls welcomed the intruders into her body, three of them by the feel, pressed together into a triangle, slipping deep inside the hot channel while an agile tongue continued its work just inches away. Warm wet juice assisted the fingers as they delved inwards, parting inner walls like butter until they could reach no deeper, then withdrawing against clenching resistance, muscles trying to keep the invaders inside. Not withdrawing for long though, not leaving that little channel empty and alone for very long at all, thrusting back in faster, easing back, plunging into the wetness again... and again... and again...
'Ehhhhhhhhhaaaaaahhhhhhhhheeeeehhhhhhh...' the ululating wail, as the normally elegant, now dishevelled young woman arched into another wrenching orgasm would have done credit to an emergency vehicle knifing through heavy traffic. Heedless of her screams the sylph-like brown girl worked relentlessly, mouth and fingers powering the bucking body from one peak to another until the blonde sank back limply, barely conscious, body still twitching spasmodically as the Thai finally eased off on her manipulations.
With a slight smile the young oriental girl squatted on her heels between splayed white legs, watching as the blonde regained some semblance of awareness, waiting while she took a long drink from the now warm glass beside her. Blue eyes looked back into brown, barely questioning, the gaze fuzzy still with enveloping need as they slid down the lithe brown body, taking in the small uptilted breasts, the delicate black pelt between parted thighs, the hint of pink at the very core. It took no more than that, one long lust-filled glance and the younger girl responded immediately to unspoken thoughts. With startling grace she climbed up onto the chair, feet perching on the arms, hands resting on the blonde's shoulders, crouched body filling those shattered blue eyes, so near, so accessible.
Those hands again. They must have a mind of their own, the blonde thought muzzily as she watched them reach forwards, saw them stroke around golden brown orbs, then gently cup firm perky breasts. The fingers too, each of them moving without conscious control, fondling and kneading, testing the resilience of taut young skin, gathering about the small dark brown nubs of erected nipples, rolling and tweaking the hard little buds. A small moan of pleasure, the first sound to be heard from the slender oriental girl, floated on the still sultry air of the conservatory.
As those wilful hands drifted lower of their own accord, blue eyes once again met brown, a synergy of lust flowing between them, cycling and amplifying, causing breasts to swell harder, cunts to pout softer and wetter. Eyes burned into eyes, filling respective universes as pale fingers stroked delicately up slim brown thighs, meeting eventually on puffy swollen sex lips barely covered by soft black hair. Fingertips softly touching as they explore blindly, long immaculately painted nails scraping gently over sensitive skin, tracing the curved shape of yielding young pudenda; finding the long slit-like notch at the centre of the warm peach, to delicately press inwards, splitting this juicy fruit, revealing its core.
Soft, restrained moans of pleasure grow louder as long fingers explore into the warm wetness, gathering thick honeyed juices, spreading them over the insides of labia, tracking inner folds to their joining point and spreading them apart to access the hardened clit. Surely it must be imagination though? As impudent fingers spread young sex-lips wider, it almost feels as though someone is exploring the still-quivering blonde mound, delicate touches re-arousing trembling pink flesh and causing new flows of the seemingly inexhaustible supplies of juice. It must be imagination. No one else is there, just the two young women ...... and the chair.
With wondering eyes, the blonde businesswoman peered down between bodies, past her fingers hard at work arousing the young girl squatting astride her, down to where slender tendrils of black mottled bamboo had seemingly unravelled from the chair, to move their tips against her cunt. A sudden shiver passed through her. A moment of almost-lucidity in the sensual haze. Those movements were not random. They were too purposeful, too well directed, too... 'Aaaaaaahhhhhhh.........' awareness faded again, too damn good at what they were doing to her.
Brown eyes clouded with passion as they gazed into blue. Blue eyes wavered, then glazed as they stared back. Articulate pink fingers worked between bronze thighs, tormenting the hard swollen bud, gripping it and rubbing it like a miniature cock. Slim stems of darkly mottled bamboo explored between pale, blonde fuzzed lips, staining darker with the freely flowing juices as blunt tips traced delicate folds of pink flesh. Moans and sighs intermingled in the heavy air. Brown body slumped against white, mouths meeting in a deep kiss, tongues sliding against one another, breath mingling as breasts slid against breasts, slick with perspiration, hard nipples denting soft flesh to complete a circuit of arousal that made both girls quiver with desire, needing more, needing...
It seemed right, natural somehow. Thick snaking bamboo shapes untwining from their intricate design, wavering blindly as though in an unfelt breeze, then centring, sensing somehow their destinations, rounded tips striking like cobras. But instead of venom filled fangs, the heads themselves sank through slight resistance, impaling two tightly sodden cunts, two tightly puckered asses, thrusting in so easily even when there should have been more protest, more opposition to their entry, stretching pliable muscles as they burrowed deeper. Mouths abruptly jerked apart as two girls both felt a sudden overpowering need to increase their supply of oxygen, chests rising with sudden inhalations, breath that was sharply released again in loud gasps of pleasure as four tight channels were simultaneously plundered by the warm, smooth surfaced assailants.
In unison four thick stems thrust together, their shafts powering through resistant muscle walls, slickly aided on their way by the slippery juices flowing freely from aroused cunts. The two girls, modern businesswoman and ancient Thai avatar clung together, bodies jerking with the powerful thrusts, breath ragged against each other's necks as the bamboo appendages drove them higher and higher with a relentlessly insatiable fucking. Screams and cries of passion rent the thick jungle air, unheeded, both lost in a world that centred on plundered cunts and the seemingly inexhaustible pleasure they provided as they were invaded, filled, ravaged to the edge of endurance and beyond.
Again and again, one slim body arched rigid against the other, hands gripped spastically at soft flesh in climactic tension. Again and again new releases of juice poured from abused cunts until the air seemed filled with the musky smell of pure unbridled sex. How long did it go on? How many orgasms shattered the calm air with screaming release? No one was counting. But at some point over the weekend a fragile body topped by tangled blonde hair crawled weakly from her conservatory where the ancient chair sat innocently, looking just as it always had. At some point, glazed eyes managed to find their way up to bed, where the spent body collapsed weakly into sleep, a very, very self-satisfied expression on softly parted lips.
And no one was there to record whether the wizened old shop owner was surprised when he opened an un-addressed envelope stuffed into his letterbox early on Monday morning, to pull out £500 in notes, but no letter of explanation; no one can be sure whether he looked blankly confused as he pocketed the money... or whether his bright blue eyes twinkled with hidden knowledge and amusement.