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Thomas and Barbara had spent the day driving the coastline of Cornwall and now they've arrived in St. Ives in their refuge. They have easily escaped the posh party of Boxing Day at Howenstow and planned to stay for some lazy days in that lovely village. Will they leave the cottage and see something else than just each other?

Umm, well, today they've spent so much time on the road that they needed a little distraction at first.

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They arrived at their destination at about six o'clock. Now it was totally dark except for the few streetlights and they experienced difficulties finding the cottage and then finding a nearby parking space. Barbara was amused that she got a little free tour through St. Ives. Finally they parked the car in an alley in the back of the cottage. Thomas handled her the keys and got the bags and the coats from the rear bench seat.

"Thomas, it's lovely!" Barbara still looked around the narrow cobble-stone streets and up the cottage that was walled in. They stood in front of a wooden outside door, three steps above streetlevel.

He kissed her neck. "You both are." he mumbled on her skin, leaving a tickling feeling there.

Barbara opened the outside door, they went across a very small courtyard and stood in front of the cottage door. Thomas was a few inches behind her and whispered again onto her neck.

"Barbara, I've indeed waited impatiently and much too long to have you for my own. But am I allowed to say that it is freezingly cold now without a coat on? And the bags are getting more and more weighty. Please be so kind to open the door and let's hurry inside."

Barbara opened the door and let Thomas pass before she herself stepped in and closed the door behind her.

Turning she saw that he had simply thrown their bags and coats on the floor and had turned to her with a dark and lecherous look.

With his hip he pushed her hard against the door and pressed his lips on hers. He ground his hip into hers. Barbara was so much taken by surprise that she didn't struggle. She wouldn't anyway.

Breathlessly he claimed her. "I want you! Now!"

He kissed her again. She rummaged his hair while their tongues fought. His hands fumbled restlessly around on her whole body. Then he broke the kiss.

"And I want you right here!" he growled. He allowed no objections.

Barbara's eyes were wide open. Thomas skilfully opened her jeans and nearly with the same movement he pushed her woollen jumper and her T-shirt up and over her head so she stood there just in her bra. Continuing to kiss her he pulled the jeans over her hip and without Barbara noticing it how he might have done that he got rid of his own jeans. She had started to tug at his jumper and when next breaking the kiss he pulled both his jumper and shirt off.

Thomas impatiently tried to get the clasp of her bra opened.

"Get rid of that fucking bra!" he grunted into the crook of her neck onto the green gem and then knelt down before her, licking into her bellybutton and pulling down her briefs.

With his hands on her thighs he breathed onto her nether regions. He put one hand between her legs and stroke her there, realising that Barbara was ready for him. So he stood up again, leaving his own knickers on the floor.

He ground his groin into her pelvis and kissed her again very fiercly. Overwhelmed by the feeling of his arousal against her pink button Barbara searched for support on the doorhandle and opened it accidentally. But with the frantic pressure of both of their bodies against the door they closed it again immediately. Thomas only just was of sound mind to turn the key and lock it.

They shared a deep and promising look while, like a rest period, just swaying with ther hips pressed against one another. Then he shoved her even harder against the door and kissed her wherever his lips would reach and his hands stroke her here and there and found their way again to the inner thighs and his finger even went deeper inside and curled there.

Barbara's head bumped into the door. She had her eyes closed and her hands clamped his upper arms.

Thomas bent her left leg up and without further warnings he thrusted into her.

Barbara moaned and opened her eyes in delighted shock.

Thomas increased his pace and held her bum firmly in one hand. With every thrust he made he rapidly hardened even more and he could feel her inner muscles tighten around him at increasing intervals.

Thomas opened his eyes to watch her.

Barbara had her head to the door and her eyes closed, the look of ravished surrender on her face, her lips invitingly open. She let loose a soft whimpering moan with every push he gave her. He felt her fingers tighten the grip on his arms and knew she was close. Her left leg around his thigh and ass pulled him closer to her. Then he couldn't hold anymore and enforced the grip on her bum to pull her as close as possible and with a last swift thrust and a deep groan he came inside her.

"Oh! Gods! Tom!" Barbara cried out when the orgasms washed over her. "Mmmm...!" She clenched her teeth.

He hardly recognized her fingernails deeply digged into his arms, leaving dark red traces. Continuing the rocking and with Barbara's contractions around him he came a second time.

Despite of the cold weather outside and the not yet lit fire inside the cottage both were slightly covered with tiny pearls of sweat, silent witnesses of the sexual outburst that just had overpowered them. Slowly Thomas slipped out of her, let loose of Barbara's leg and helped her to steady her balance. They were totally out of breath now.

"Thomas!" she whispered exhausted and reopened her eyes. She looked utterly amazed, shattered and so very much satisfied.

He kissed her tenderly. "I'm sorry." he breathed onto her lips.

"For wha'?" she asked back between delicately kisses.

"For that ...rioting." Their foreheads bumped.

"Now, did it seem to you that it was not by common accord?"

Barbara smiled contentedly and hummed on his lips, kissing him very lightly.

Standing there naked and moist with sweat they were getting cold really fast. While Thomas collected their clothes Barbara went to the toilet. He couldn't get rid of a wide grin. If that time off from Howenstow would continue like it had begun it would be a very distracting time.

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