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You need not read this M-rated episode, the continuation of the story is given in the pooled T-rated version of the next events, the episode is called Trip To Howenstow.

I wrote them both simultaneously to give you the choice. And I'm also actually scribbling some parts for the following party and the return to London and some ideas for their future. That's why it took me so long to publish this. Sorry.

Enjoy it!

(Sequel to the T- and M-rated series starting with Merry Christmas, previous episode was St. Ives / Shopping Tour.)

It was a very pleasant stay in St. Ives but the last day finally has to end. Barbara decides to make it a special evening.

Author smirks.

This is smutty, fluffy and M-rated - you have been warned! You can wait for the pooled T-rated version if you like.

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They had planned to visit the famous garden of Barbara Hepworth but sadly it's closed on Mondays. After a little walk to the chapel of St. Nicholas they had rounded the Island. On their way back to their refuge they had made a short stop at a café to have some scones and tea.

It was freezingly cold today.

They returned to the cottage where Barbara prepared their dinner. It was the simple thing of frozen pizza and ready-made salad which they had picked up at a co-op on the way home.

While Barbara rummaged in the kitchenette and lit up the fire in the living room Thomas went upstairs to pack his bag. On the next day they wanted to trip around to some more places of Cornwall before they head back to Howenstow so they had to get up early. The last trip had ended a little abrupt with the falling darkness.

After dinner Thomas put away their dishes and Barbara went upstairs to pack her own bag. She checked the CD in the little player on the dressing table and like she had expected it was some romantic stuff. Then she rapidly placed the candles in the bedroom and finally changed her underwear.

This is going to be a very special night.

Before Thomas could miss her and follow upstairs she hurried down again.

They were sitting in front of the telly watching some american police story with good looking people, a lot of shooting and fast cars going up in smoke. The case there was superfluous.

After a while Barbara wriggled about on the sofa.

"Are you nervous?" Thomas was concerned.

"Actually yes." she bursted out.

"You don't have to." he smiled. "It's going to be a lovely party and I promise to show you around just as much as needed. There are some..."

"It's not the party." Barbara interrupted him.

"What is it then?" Thomas ran his fingers through her hair.

Barbara inhaled deeply. "I've planned on seducing you this evening." She kept her eyes on the screen. He could see her blushing to the neck.

What the...?! Thomas was stunned. "What?"

"I've planned on..."

Thomas interrupted her. "I've heard it clearly." He had to harrumph. "But you don't have to seduce me. Your sheer presence seduces me." He shifted closer to Barbara.

"But I've arranged something."

Thomas got big eyes when she stood up and smiled sheepishly but promising at him.

"Wait here and follow when I call you."

Barbara went upstairs.

She felt awkward. After having lit the candles she wasn't sure what to do next - though already wearing the little red nothing under her jeans and jumper she didn't know if she should undress or let him do the job? Or should she strip in front of him? Should she already drape herself on the sheets or keep standing? Or sitting? What about the background music?

I shouldn't have told him. she mused. It should have flown as usual. He would like those smalls anyway.

She pulled off her jumper and stood in front of the little cd-player, deciding whether she should turn it on or not.

That was when Thomas entered the room.

"I couldn't wait any longer." he huskily said.

Barbara pushed the play button.

Some low and slow music played in the background. The candles bickered and gave a warm and dark light. She inhaled and turned to face Thomas.

Alright, then he gets the full show. Turn your brain off, Barbara, it's bodytime. Let it flow now.

Barbara cleared her throat.

"Sit down!" she ordered. Without a word Thomas obeyed and sat on the stool, facing the bedroom, leaning back with his elbows supporting him on the dressing table, waiting with anticipatory thrill.

Barbara cupped his cheek with her right hand and gave him a lingering kiss. Then she stretched her back.

She stood in front of him and slowly undressed, keeping eye contact as long as Thomas could resist his desire to watch her body raking in front of his eyes.

First she zipped open her jeans and unbuttoned it. While bending down to strip it off her legs she let him peek into her V-neck shirt. One foot after the other she slowly stepped out of it and shoved the jeans away. Then she grabbed the hem of her shirt and slowly, aching slowly, pulled it up. With an extended arm she let it fall onto her jeans.

Barbara simply stood there smiling, having her hands on her hips and her back stretched. She arched a questioning eyebrow.

"Now, do you like what you see?" What am I asking - it's obvious! Oh, this is awkward... Shut up, brain! Barbara forced herself to stop thinking.

Thomas' eyes hovered affectionated over her body from top to toe and back. He let them linger a little longer on the slightly pushing bra and then on the matching string that showed more than it covered. He absorbed the three strings that clung to her right hip and he couldn't hide the curiosity to work out where they would lead to. It turned out to be very adulating to be watched this way, Barbara realised.

He nodded. Oh, bloody yes, I really do like it.

Now only dressed in that little red nothing she went closer to him and started to pull off his woollen jumper. Then she unbuttoned his shirt excruciatingly slow.

She sat down on his lap, her hands flat on his chest, and though he still wore his jeans she could feel his rising manhood through the cloth. They kissed deeply but before his hands could reach her thighs she stood up again.

Not yet! Barbara thought, keeping her focus on the feelings in her belly, away from her brain.

A sound of disappointment slipped out of his lips.

Barbara knelt down.

Oh, heaven and hell, she's going to... Thomas couldn't think it to the end.

Barbara unbuttoned his jeans lascivously slow and opened it. She pushed aside the cloth, revealing his anticipation.

She started to stroke it gently and looked up to watch the reaction in his face.

"Wait!" Thomas croaked and stood up.

Oh, shit, I was wrong. He doesn't like... Barbara hadn't finished that thought when Thomas sat down again, now without jeans and boxer briefs.

Barbara chuckled relieved, turned off her reason again and continued her treatment.

With the object of desire in plain view it was very much easier to stay focussed on it without letting her brain interfere. She stroke him gently with one hand while the other hand teased his nipples. Then she got up again and re-positioned herself on his lap. She still wasn't naked but she felt his arousal between her legs and through the few cloth covering her center. She forced herself to resist her own wanting to feel him deeper.

This will be his time.

She kissed his lips and explored his mouth with her tongue. His hands moved to her naked bum and with a sudden jolt he was aware that it was a string she was wearing. He pressed the cheeks to keep her on his lap and together they rocked a little in slow motion.

I want you so much, Barbara!

Barbara stretched her back and let Thomas' nose dig into her bosom. She loved that. He loved that, too. His hands slid up the sides of her chest to her back. He effortlessly fumbled with the clasp of her bra to get it open. He was too distracted by her front and by what his length was rubbing through the cloth.

As experienced he might be, he still has trouble with the bra. Barbara smiled inwardly.

"Shall I get it off?" she whispered onto his temple.

Thomas nodded and looked pleading like a school-boy.

If you can't open it by yourself I won't help you. She cheekily grinned. "I won't."

Barbara leant back and involuntarily ground herself onto him.

Thomas moaned and touched her still covered breasts. His fingertips followed the woven pattern in the dark red cloth. He squeazed them a little bit. Being teased with all the promising touches through the cloth of her lingerie Barbara stretched her own nerves as far as possible. She fought to resist the urge to take what she really wanted in that moment.

You inside me!

Barbara wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face to hers to kiss him. She also withdrew some of her weight from his groin though he tried softly to keep her where she was. He longed to touch the skin of her breasts. He wanted to have more access to her secret parts. He fought to resist the urge to take what he really wanted in that moment.

You around me!

Barbara ignored her wants and started to kiss her way across his stubbly chin to his neck and further down to his chest.

She teased first the right nipple until it was hard and then licked over to the left.

"You're still not fully there are you?" she whispered biting it lightly in order to wake it up.

"You really think?" he croaked. He couldn't breathe properly anymore. I am so fully there.

Slipping off from his lap she continued her caressing kisses to his bellybutton and put her wet tongue in it.

Thomas laid back against the dressing table and gently massaged her shoulders while she had a nice time exploring his body.

Her hands caressed his outer thighs while she sucked her way left to his arousal down to his left inner thigh and then, starting on his right inner thigh she moistened a trace up to his belly button again without touching what was in the center of interest.

Then her fingertips wandered on his skin to his balls. With her thumb she massaged the root of his shaft. She totally shut off her brains and let herself be guided by intention. Barbara had her pleasure with gently strokes and firm pressings from the nads up to the foreskin.

Thomas let his head fall into the back of his neck.

She could continue this for the rest of earth's time. Or she better should stop and guide me to the bed before it gets too late.

He was so concentrated on the things Barbara did to him that his hands laid nearly motionless on her shoulders.

Barbara began to kiss him.

Her hands on his thighs again she started at the root and gently nibbled at the length of him. She soothened the bites with a following lick and a kiss. When she reached the tip with her tongue Thomas held his breath and closed his eyes.

Barbara kissed it. Then she took it in her mouth and sluggishly played at it with her tongue.

God, she really...

Thomas firmly gripped her shoulders. Because he didn't want her to feel cramped or grasped he kept himself from digging his fingers in her hair at the back of her head. Not to mention that he urgently wanted to pull her head nearer to himself. But he wanted her to still feel free to do whatever she wants, even if it meant she would shyly stop what she actually did and back off.

But she didn't stop it.

Thomas painfully restricted himself. He wouldn't be able to keep it back very much longer.

"We should get to the bed." he panted.

Barbara looked up through her eyelashes and smiled.

"We shouldn't."

Thomas eyes widened.

Again she took his length in her mouth and continued the teasing with her tongue. Additionally she stroke him with her hand.

Thomas couldn't resist any longer and raked his fingers through her hair in the back of her neck. His other hand still had a firm grip at her shoulder.

"Barbara!" he moaned.

Barbara increased her pace and within seconds Thomas couldn't hold himself no more.

He groaned loudly and, still not wanting to compel her, he moved his hand away from her head and digged all fingers deeply into her shoulders.

He slowly started to regain some consciousness while Barbara rushed into the bathroom.

"Wow." was all he managed to say when she came back and hesitated in the doorframe. Every other word would be too much. He had a tear in his eye and smiled at her. Even if it had been perfect he couldn't get rid of the idea that this was the first time she did something like this.

Not bad for a first time, Barbara. She smugly, self-contentedly grinned.

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Author's note: This was HIS time. Guess what...

Sorry, due to some real life stuff I am momentarily on some kind of an ...err ...diet. So I needed to find myself a different outlet for my smutty mind. I know some of you may be happy about it... But I have to admit that this (and the following chapters) had turned out hotter than I've originally planned. I've just let this afore-mentioned mind flow. ;-)