A very Corporate Affair 2(19)

As I had spent a week staying at Ivan's, I was familiar with his kitchen, and made myself a cup of tea, which I took outside onto the patio to drink. It looked as though it was going to be a beautiful summers day, the sun was already hot for that time of the morning. I sat in a pretty wrought iron chair, and just enjoyed the tranquillity. The only noises were birdsong, and not even a low rumble of traffic in the distance to break the illusion of rural seclusion. I sipped my tea as I replayed the events of the night before in my head. My pride at being introduced as Ivan's girlfriend to his colleagues seemed to merge in my mind with Oscar's sadness that I was on Ivan's arm. I briefly wondered how he knew Dascha.

I smiled as I thought about our passionate lovemaking, glad I had got over my fear of getting naked and physical with Ivan. He had proved to be a great lover, skilful and just the right mixture of gentle and powerful. His body was a work of art, and I shivered at the memory of his thick, silky, cock. All in all, I was a very happy girl.

The arrival of the two spaniels interrupted my reverie, followed by Ivan bearing two coffees. He joined me on the patio, after giving me an extravagant good morning kiss. The dogs raced around the lawn, having sensed it was Sunday, and their play day with Ivan. "And how are you this morning," he asked, settling himself into a chair. He was damp from his shower, and smelt delicious.

"Great, a little bit stiff from all the vigorous activity, but I'm all good," I replied, smiling shyly at him.

"Your hair looks interesting."

"Erm, have you got a brush? I didn't see one in your bathroom. I'm actually a bit stuck for clothes too, so I'll have to nick a t-shirt and some shorts. I don't fancy wearing a ball gown all day."#p#分页标题#e#

"Mrs Ballard picked you up a few things, in case you needed them, I think she put them in the spare room you used last time you stayed. Just some clothes, toiletries, that sort of thing."

"Great, thank you for thinking of that." I paused, "so what's the agenda for today?"

"Well, it's Sunday, so either the usual routine of walk, eat and sleep, or anything else you would rather do. I've got nothing planned."

"I can think of something I'd like to do," I flirted, giving him my best sexy smile.

"So can I," he purred, his eyes full of lust, "but I need to feed everyone first, you included, I don't want you passing out on me. You're going to need all your stamina." He winked, making my tummy squeeze with the memory of the pleasure he could inflict. "So, sexy girl, what would you like for breakfast?"

"I'd love a bacon sandwich, I can make it, you sit and have your coffee."

"Nonsense, you're my guest, and I like to cook for you. Why don't you jump in the shower, and I'll have your food ready when you finish?"

"Ok, won't be long." I trotted up the stairs to my old room. To my delight, Jo had stocked the bathroom with my usual shampoo, conditioner and shower gel. I pulled out the grips holding my hair up, and quickly brushed out the tangles before stepping into the shower. Fifteen minutes later, I wrapped myself in a big, fluffy towel, and went to see what was in the walk in wardrobe.

Jo had been extremely practical, and provided shorts, vests, t-shirts, and underwear, as well as a pair of trainers, flip flops, and a bikini. She had clearly taken note of my size when she unpacked my case, as everything looked like it would fit. I pulled on some underwear, shorts and a vest, and slipped on the flip flops.

Back downstairs, Ivan was holding court with the two spaniels, and a plate of sausages. They were gazing adoringly, and wagging their tails so hard, their entire bums were swishing from side to side. "Here, you give them a bit," he said, pushing the plate over to me. I cut off two pieces of sausage, and held them out. As quick as a flash, they were gone, practically inhaled by the eager dogs. They sat looking at me expectantly.

"Am I your new best friend?" I cooed, as I held out more sausage, which they scoffed down straight away, before wagging their tails at me.

"Their affection is so easily bought," said Ivan, grinning at them, and grabbing a sandwich.





Chapter 5





It was wonderfully cool in the woods, the trees providing a dappled shade, as we wandered through, holding hands. I had discovered that Ivan was extremely tactile, wanting to be in bodily contact with me all the time, either stroking my arm, touching my face, or keeping my hand in his. The girls raced around at our feet, as we walked in companionable silence. I begun to relax, feeling the tension leaving my hands and shoulders. "No regrets?" Ivan asked. I gave him a quizzical look. "About us," he said.