Rob’s own physique rested against her, leaning over her and keeping her warmth locked in. His cock had planted itself between her singed buttock cheeks, and his hands shifted her hips up higher. Firm, assured hands, and they gripped her tightly, holding her steady. The waiting was excruciating while he teased her with the tip of his erection. She had to whimper, to plead with muted sounds for him to enter her, but it was only when she relaxed and stopped trying to impale herself on him that he began to press against the lips of her sex.
Casey rested a cheek on the warm metal of the Mini—her own little vehicle, which she had come to adore if only because it had given her the freedom to leave her parents’ home and commute. She wondered how long she and her little car were to be a part of Rob’s life. Such thoughts were dismissed in an instant as he penetrated her from behind. Immediately the car’s suspension began to creak loudly as he pounded against her.
The giggling could not be helped. It was cathartic—along with the sore bottom and the intense tingling of her clitoris. As Rob thrust with increasing vigour, the engine rattled beneath her.
“Oh my… poor…” she could not finish her sentence. “I’m coming!”
“Wait,” he commanded.
Casey heard his voice sink into her head. She forgot about their surroundings and her poor Mini, and she decided to do as he wished and dismiss her own needs. A glow of accomplishment burst from inside her and radiated outwards. She hoped he could feel the heat in her pussy. It would tell him she was obeying him.
“Yes, yes!” Rob exploded and slumped down onto Casey’s back, panting. “Oh, my sweet girl.”
Casey remained bent over, his come dripping down her thigh. He wiped it away with his folded handkerchief.
“Your poor… clit?” queried Rob.
“No,” murmured Casey. “Well, she is now. A little bit stuck on the cusp of pleasure.”
His hand slid underneath and found her throbbing clitoris, and slowly he began to circle around it with a finger.
“You can come now, Casey,” he whispered into her ear, and Casey could not ignore his request. As she came, he kissed her neck, murmuring words in her ears. She could not remember what he said, but she was sure in her recollections that they were dirtiest things Rob had ever said to her.
It was as they regained their composure and stood upright that they reacquainted themselves with their situation. As they collected up their abandoned clothes, they noted—much to their amusement—that the car’s ancient suspension had borne the brunt of their activities and survived. Being stranded on a country lane would have been an ignoble end to the day.
Chapter Twelve: Rob’s Great Uncle
Collecting up the dirty dishes, Casey was conscious she was being watched. She gripped the plates tightly in her hands and carefully transferred them from the dining room to the kitchen. She washed, tidied, and returned the kitchen to a state of cleanliness. Switching off the light, she went in search of Rob. He had moved from the dining room to the drawing room and had taken up residence in his favourite armchair.
A small footstool was by his feet, and it was on its embroidered surface that Casey gingerly placed her bottom. Rob did not comment on her discomfort. If it became too much, she would simply lie on her belly on the rug nearby and rest her elbows on a cushion. Usually the couple would read post-dinner, and sometimes they talked. The choice was Rob’s to make, and she waited patiently for him. As he had promised, he intended to discuss something of his past, and Casey wondered what she was about to find out about her mysterious professor.
When Rob finally began his story, she listened attentively, perched on her stool.
* * *
He had started life in the North of the country and in an environment far removed from his current one. Rob’s father was a miner.
“A miner!” expressed Casey with surprise.
“Like his father and on back through the generations,” said Rob.
A father who worked hard until he was made redundant and was sent back to the surface to live a life for which he had no preparation. His lungs were too damaged to live long, and he died, leaving his wife to bring up two children.
“She hadn’t worked up until then. She did odd jobs, but for the most part she stayed at home.”
Everything changed, and his mother sought any employment she could find and did many jobs. Most were physically demanding, and she had little time for her children.
“The library was the one place she insisted we visit every week,” recalled Rob. “And the charity shops to buy cheap second-hand clothes and books.”
His parents were book lovers, and while his mother loved biographies, his father read thrillers. The tiny terrace house had been filled with the written word, and it had inspired Rob to study hard and focus on a different future.
“My mum left for work one day in her car and didn’t come back.”
Casey gasped at the abruptness of his statement.
“Nobody’s fault. It was a mechanical problem, but unfortunately she was killed in the crash. Suddenly my life changed overnight.”
His sister had been sent to live with an aunt, and Rob was sent overseas to France to live with his great-uncle, a man he had never met and who turned out to be an eccentric.