Target (An erotic romantic novella) (9 page)

“Would you like to wear them now?”
Mrs Crocker asked.  Sarah glanced at Rick and he nodded.

“Yes please, thank you.”  She grabbed her trainers and Mrs Crocker popped them into a paper bag with the shops logo on the front.
  Sarah put her winning ted into the bag, leaving its face looking out over the top.

“Now a handbag was next I believe?”
Mrs Crocker asked, looking at Rick.  He nodded.

“And a purse,” he added, ushering Sarah towards the designer handbags.  Sarah looked at them; they were even dearer than the shoes!

One handbag, and matching purse later, Rick kissed Mrs Crocker good-bye on her cheek, and they left the store.

“Rick, thank you,” she said as they stood outside, she would not insult him by complaining about how much it cost.  He swept her hair away from her shoulders.

“You are welcome, now are you hungry, fancy a spot of lunch?”  Without a word, she leaned forward and kissed him, startled by her move, he pulled her closer to him returning the kiss even deeper.

“Yes I am hungry,” she whispered, as they broke breathless
, and not just for lunch, she thought.  He was like a drug to her, addictive, and she wanted more, so much more.

“Where are we going?” Sarah asked, back in his Landrover and heading down the coastal road.

“I thought we would go somewhere a little quieter, it’s a little pub I know down on a cove.  They do a great lunch there, if that is okay with you?”

“Sounds lovely Rick,” she said, her arm leaning out of the window, she felt the heat from the sun warming her.  It was another hot and gloriously sunny day.

“Have you ever thought about buying a place down here?” she asked, glancing at him.

“Yes, quite often, but I never seem to get around to it,” he replied, not looking at her.  She looked back out of the window.

“I can’t believe I have never been here before, I would definitely come back one day,
and have a proper holiday.  You know, not a working holiday like this one.”  She looked out across the bay at the stunning view.  “A painting holiday, imagine how much I could paint out here, it is so inspiring, two weeks would not be enough, you would need years.”

“You could move here
and open a gallery,” he remarked and she laughed.

“That would be amazing, could you imagine it?” she asked, glancing at him at catching his eyes.  “Painting at the weekends, sat out here, then selling them during the week.”  She laughed.  “That Rick Hemmingway is what dreams are for.”

“Well, you never know,” he said, with a smile.

“No, you never know,” she repeated in a whisper.

They stopped outside a small Devonshire country pub.  Rick got out and took Sarah’s hand as she jumped down from her seat.

“Rick this is so pretty,” she said,
admiring the quaint thatched building, as he led her inside.  Despite a being a bright sunny day, the pub was dark inside.  It was full of wooden beams and horse brasses, and pictures hung on the wall of how the pub looked a hundred years ago, not much different, Sarah concluded.

“Inside or outside,” he asked.  “Oh just so you know outside has a view to the sea.”

“Outside, definitely,” she replied.  Rick headed out the back door and found them a table with an amazing view over the sea.

“Just
look at that view,” she purred happily.

“Mr Hemmingway, are you here for lunch,” a young girl asked, standing next to their table, in her hand she held t
wo menus.

“Yes please Jane thanks,” he said, taking the menus from her.

“I’ll give you a few minutes; can I get you a drink?”

“Sarah?” he asked, glancing to her.

“Southern comfort and lemonade, please,” she replied, smiling at the girl.

“I’ll have a
shandy, thanks,” he said.

“Is there anyone who does not know you?” she asked, lifting an eyebrow.  Rick laughed and double raised his eyebrows at her, if only she knew – and she would tonight.

“What can I say, it’s a good pub.  When you find a good one, keep it, that’s my motto,” he said slyly, but she did not cotton to what he was saying, she was busy reading the menu.

“So what will you have,” Rick asked, she glanced up at him, her eyes lingering on his.

“Lasagne, and salad, thanks.”

“Mmm,” he said, looking at menu.  “Good choice, I think I’ll have the same.”

Rick ordered and discretely asked the girl to stick it all on his tab.  She gave him a smile and a nod, and headed to the kitchen.

Sarah looked at Rick as she ate,
and she knew she had fallen, head of heels in love with him. It was ridiculous she knew, but she could not help it, he was so gorgeous, and she was wishing the afternoon away so that they would have their little rendezvous in the woods.  She swallowed, and felt her body tingling at just the thought of it.  When it came to sex she had never really gone beyond the standard, kiss, cuddle and sex on a bed, but with Rick she had already done it in a cave, on a beach, and tonight, in the woods.  Hell, she would do it anyway with him.

He smiled at her.

“Nice,” he asked, indicating to her lunch.

“Delicious, yours?” she asked.  He nodded, his eyes catching hers.  He wondered whether to ask her to wear the red Basque and stockings tonight, he did not want to frighten her into thinking he was some crazed sex monster,
but just the thought of her wearing it made his cock suddenly harden.  He shifted on his seat and took a long gulp of his shandy.

“That was really nice, thank you Rick,” she said, pushing her plate away from her.

“You’re welcome,” he replied, still pondering whether to ask her.

“Sarah, you know what we have planned for tonight,” he said, a little apprehensively.  She smiled, and felt herself flush.

“Yes Rick.”

“Well I was just wondering
, and if you don’t want to that’s fine,” he said, taking hold of her hand.  “I don’t want to rush you or anything,” he added.

“Rick, what is it,” she laughed, seeing the embarrassment in his eyes.

“Well, you know yesterday when we were in that lingerie shop.”

“Yes.”

“Well, I kind of brought something for you, and I was wondering if you would wear it, tonight.”  Her eyes opened wider, and she ran her tongue over her lip as she thought, it was a respectable lingerie shop and she did not remember seeing anything too kinky in there.

“Okay, what is it?” she asked.

“It’s a red Basque and black stockings, I asked the assistant and she said it would be your size.”  Sarah looked at him for a moment, her chest rising at the thought.  She could almost smell the hunger on him for her, and the thought of wearing it for him turned her on too.

“Of course I will, with the red shoes?” she asked, seductively.

“Oh god yes,” he said, smiling at her.

After lunch, Rick took her to another seaside town and they wandered in and out of the shops, had an
other ice cream and later a cream tea.

“Rick if we keep eating like this I am going to get fat,” she complained as they drove into the main town.

“Don’t worry,” he said, giving her a wink.  “You can work it off later.”  She glanced at him coyly and smiled.  They had decided to go and see a movie and kill a couple of hours.  It did not get dark until ten, and their plan was to have sex in the woods, in the dark.  Rick knew if he took her back to the Manor to early, he would not be able to wait until tonight.

Sat in the darkness in the back row, Sarah laughed at the film.  Rick watched her, she was beautiful, her laugh was beautiful
, and in fact, everything about her was beautiful.  He slipped an arm around her shoulder.

“Hey,” she said, leaning into him.  “I don’t think
that’s allowed in the back row anymore,” she chuckled.

“Really, now that is a shame,” he said, slipping his hand
inside her dress.

“Rick!” she gasped, quickly looking to see if anyone had noticed, but as they were alone in the back, and the cinema was not that packed, no one could see them.  She moved a little nearer,
and his hand traced the edge of her bra and then he pulled the cup down, so her breast popped out, taking handful of her breast, he gave a little groan as he fondled her, his thumb rubbing on her hardened nipple.

“Rick, I feel like a teenager,” she said, her h
and slipping down to his trousers.

“Me too,” he laughed.  “Oh god, Sarah,” he then added, as she
moved her hand inside his shorts and stroked him up and down slowly.  He leaned into her ear.

“I
can’t wait for tonight,” he whispered.

“Me neither,” she replied.

“Shush,” an older woman said, turning to them.  Sarah smiled at her.

“Sorry,” she whispered, and then laughed quietly into Rick’s shoulder, enjoying the feeling of naughtiness as he
continued twiddling with her nipple.

“Good film this,” he whispered, turning his head to her.

“Mmm,” she replied, taking his tongue into her mouth.

He led her to a shelter, right in the middle of the woods, it was open to the elements, but did have a roof.  It was almost completely dark by now, so he built a small fire, and laid out a blanket.

“Give me a minute,” she said, taking her bag and disappearing behind the shelter.  Stripping off
, she changed.

He waited for her; already he could feel his cock hardening at just the thought of it. 
Hungrily her eyes met his as she stood in front of him.

“My god
,” he said, looking at her.  Her long, dark hair was loose and cascaded down her back; she wore the red Basque, black stockings, and the red shoes.  She felt incredibly sexy as she approached him, and her heart was thumping uncontrollably. She inhaled him as he approached her, his scent drove her wild, and she immediately began undoing the buttons on his shirt, her hands trembling with excitement as she felt his hands clasped at her waist.

“Sarah you are so
beautiful,” he whispered.   He ran his hands across the Basque, it was so sexy, and her breasts heaved out of it.  He swooped her hair back behind her shoulders, kissed her neck, and then moved to her mouth.  Sarah whimpered, as he pulled her against him.  Releasing her, his fingers pulled at the ribbon on the front of the Basque, slowly undoing it enough for her breasts to fall out.  He cupped one in each hand and caressed them, rubbing the nub of her nipples between his fingers and thumbs.  Sarah gazed at him, her heart pounded as she stared at his strong muscular frame, and she licked her lips teasingly, as her fingers brushed his erected nipples.

His hand slipped down
.

“No knickers?” he said,
lifting an eyebrow, and she shook her head, feeling even more naughty, and gasping as his finger slipped inside her. She opened her legs wider as she felt two, three, fingers exploring her.  He pushed them in and out hard, his thumb stroking her pussy, his mouth sucking her at nipple.  She grasped at his hair, and thrust her hips as she urged his fingers in further.  In response, he pushed them in and out more forcefully, feeling her wetness flow through his fingers.

Her lips
then met his, and as her tongue explored his mouth, her hands moved to his jeans, and she fumbled to undo them; he gave a little moan as she took hold of his cock. Slowly she ran her hand up and down as she caressed him and he took a heavy breath, heightening her excitement.  Breaking from their kiss, his eyes gazed upon the fullness of her breasts, her slim waist, and the stockings covering her long toned legs.  His hands cupped her breasts, and his mouth moved back to her hardened nub; she grabbed the back of his head and forced him against her.  As he sucked hard, tiny gasps escaped her throat, it hurt, but at the same time, it sent quivers through her stomach and down to her clit.  His mouth moved down to her stomach, his kisses trailing across her body as he bit and nipped at her flesh.  Kneeling down Rick ran his hands over her killer heels, around her ankles, up her calves to her inner thighs, feeling the soft silkiness of her black stockings.  He pushed her legs open wider, and she grasped at his hair, her eyes widening as his tongue licked her, sucked at her clit, and lapped up her wetness.

Her eyes rolled,
she was so close, but she did not want to come now, she wanted to sit on him and feel his hardness inside of her.  She pulled his head up and then knelt down, her mouth finding his she kissed him. Tasting her own juices on his tongue, she licked her lips and then moved down him, licking and biting his nipples. She pushed him forcefully onto his back, her mouth found his large, solid cock, and she sucked him, he was wet, and he tasted so good, she sucked harder desperately wanting more.  He moaned, grabbed her head, and guided her as she ran the length of her tongue up and down, sucking, and circling the tip teasingly with her tongue.  Her emerald eyes lifted to his, her pussy throbbing desperate to feel him inside her.  He smiled and took his trousers and pants off.