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No, Sherry will be fine. If we are to sit here all day, we may as well make merriment, Charlotte added.

I'm am Ralph Bellington. I'm very pleased to make your acquaintance, he said as they each raised a glass.

I am Georgina, and this is my maid Milly, Charlotte lied.

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Oh, you are so funny Ralph. That's a lovely story, Charlotte laughed. They had spent three hours sitting by the fire, drinking sherry and relating stories. Charlotte had been quite brilliant at making up a completely new life for her and Mary. They weren't from Eaton Hall but from Westfield Lodge. They weren't running away from the Duke but on their way to her cousin's wedding in London. Charlotte had lied perfectly throughout the whole afternoon, and she had enjoyed it enormously.

Milly are you feeling alright? Charlotte asked as Mary's head sank to the table.

I believe she is drunk, Miss Georgina, Ralph said.

Oh dear, please help me. We have had rather a lot to drink. Will you help me to take her to her room?

Charlotte and Ralph helped Mary to her feet and supported her, as they climbed the narrow staircase. They took off Mary's shoes and lay her on the bed.

She'll be alright tomorrow. There's plenty of time for her to sleep it off, Ralph concluded.

Yes, I hope so. Oops, Charlotte said, as she almost lost her footing and fell into Ralph's arms. I too have had a bit too much sherry. I think I should lie down. My room is next door.

Ralph picked her up and carried her into the corridor. This way, Charlotte said. Please come inside with me.”

He put her down when they were in the room. As he was about to leave, there was a huge rumble of thunder. Charlotte jumped. I really don't like thunder, it scares me so. Would you mind if I asked you to stay with me? She wasn't really afraid, she just wanted to feel his strong arms around her. She wanted him to make her feel special. She'd had to spend so much time recently with the hateful Duke that she was now prepared to offer herself, without delay, to the handsome stranger. Albeit under the influence of several glasses of sherry.

Of course. If you don't find it indelicate having a gentleman in your bedchamber in the middle of the afternoon.

She took his hand and led him to the bed. She sat down on the edge and held his hands as he stood before her. Sir, I want you to make love to me. You are the most handsome man, I have ever met.

He bent down and kissed her, and as he did so, Charlotte put her hands to his groin and felt the weight of his manhood.

He laughed. Madam is in high spirits, isn't she?

Yes, madam is, she said as she squeezed gently. Kiss me, she commanded. As their mouths locked, there was another clash of thunder. She felt its rumble throughout her entire body.

Charlotte suddenly remembered his reference to the Duke of Wellington. It made her nervous, but she was passed caring, she just wanted the handsome man to take her. She felt his fingers unfastening the buttons at the back of her dress. When they were open, he slipped the dress from her shoulders and kissed her neck. Charlotte put her hands behind his neck and pulled him into her. His lips played hungrily over her sensitive skin, and she loved it. He began to kiss lower and lower until he reached the top of her breasts. When she felt him there, she let out a little moan.

Now she wanted to feel him on her nipples, and she lowered her undergarments. He looked and saw her turgid buds staring at him, waiting to be licked. When his tongue glanced over them, Charlotte felt a sudden ache seer through her womanhood. That made her impatient. She reached for his belt, and when it was open, his buttons. She pulled his trousers and underpants down, in one fluid movement.

Lightening illuminated the room, and Ralph’s penis sprang up. Charlotte bent her head and opened her mouth. He stopped sucking her breasts and stood upright. As Charlotte's head bobbed up and down, he sank his head back and closed his eyes. He was enchanted by her, and the feel of her dainty mouth on his hardness drove him perilously close to orgasm.

Instead of coming in her mouth, he pulled out of her and lifted her to her feet. He spun her around and pulled all her garments down past her calves. As she stepped out of them, he looked at the beauty of her naked body, graced by the light of the storm. Her shoulders were dainty, almost fragile looking. Her back was unimaginably sensual. It was long, and her muscles were well defined, in the most feminine of senses. When his eyes looked at her bottom, he was overcome with desire and passion. She gasped as he lifted her up, walked across the room and bent her, face first, to the window, the rain pounding against the glass.

No Ralph, people will see us.

That's the fun. The danger.

Charlotte didn't complain anymore, the sherry had numbed her inhibitions. All she wanted was to feel him fill her aching vagina. As he looked down, he saw her pubic hair glistening with desire. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her onto him. Charlotte gasped when she felt him inside her. Thunder shook the bedroom.