The Holiday. Part 4

In the kitchen, Charlotte and Sarah were working well into the evening with their cook Denise, to double check the menus and cross check their ingredient’s store to ensure the kitchen would run smoothly. Denise had worked in some very busy kitchens in her 15 year cheffing career  so was confident that she could handle a breakfast and dinner serving for a maximum of 10 guests, in this much smaller establishment. She wouldn’t be paid as much as her previous post but the chance to be in full control and to work in an environment that was not only all lesbian but also an establishment that catered for those who shared her passion for discipline, was too good to miss.

At 9pm, Sarah declared that they should finish for the evening. Denise bid them farewell and said she would be back early tomorrow to make fresh cookies and bread for the arrival of the guests. Charlotte thanked her for all of her help and hugged her good night.

When they were alone, Sarah said ‘Come on let’s go through to the lounge and light a fire.’ Charlotte eagerly agreed. They walked through the hall, no longer noticing the decorative paddles on the wall or the umbrella stand which held various canes, some quite beautifully decorated by a local craftswoman.

They entered a large lounge which was furnished with overstuffed couches and armchairs. The prints on the walls were Victorian drawings of various scenes of corporal punishment, most involving two women but some depicting a stern schoolmaster and errant schoolboy. The floor was made of oak boards and had several good quality rugs scattered around. The large fireplace surround was an original feature with an oak beam above and decorative tiles around the cast iron fire grid. Sarah set about making up a fire using kindling before adding the coal. Charlotte poured them each a glass of red wine and settled back into one of the couches closest to the fire.

Several minutes later they were both snuggled in front of a warm fire. The room was lit only with a small table lamp, the only sound the occasional crackle of the coal. Charlotte’s head nuzzled against Sarah’s shoulder. ‘This is wonderful. I wish I could just relax and enjoy it but I’m too nervous about tomorrow. What if everyone doesn’t get along in real life?’ Charlotte fretted.

‘Real life?’ Sarah questioned

‘You know what I mean. The internet is kind of unreal isn’t it? We only let people see what we want them to see about us. Now we are about to spend a week trying to entertain a group we really barely know.’

‘Well look at it this way at least we know these guests a little. In future we will be entertaining complete strangers!’

‘Somehow I find that less worrying. Trying to make a good impression on people I think of as friends is more important than total strangers. There was a time not too long ago when I felt that only those on the end of my keyboard really understood me. I feel so very grateful to them for that.’

‘I know honey. Things will be OK. We are together. If anyone gets out of line I’ll march through the house with my senior cane and make them very sorry’ Sarah grinned evilly.

Charlotte laughed ‘Yes you would too. I can just imagine it. Mistress of the house.’ Her eyes darkened as she looked at her partner. She ran her tongue across her lips. Sarah sensed her arousal and leaned in to kiss her. She placed her hand behind her head and fisted Charlotte’s hair in her fingers. Charlotte gasped as Sarah deepened the kiss and moved her other hand up to the front of her shirt and cupped Charlotte’s breast. Moaning, Charlotte helped undo her buttons and pulled her shirt from her body. Sarah moved both of her hands to Charlotte’s jeans and unbuttoned and unzipped them. Pulling them and her panties down and off, she threw them to the floor. Charlotte removed her bra and immediately Sarah took a nipple hungrily into her mouth. Charlotte gasped and leant back into the couch. Sarah’s right hand went forcefully between Charlotte’s legs, feeling her sex and the moisture that was just for her. She brought her hand to her face and breathed in Charlotte’s scent. She put her fingers to Charlotte’s lips and allowed her lover to suck her own juices from her fingers.

Sarah could stand to wait no longer. She put both arms around Charlotte’s thighs and pulled her roughly to the edge of the seat. She sank her face into Charlotte, plunging her tongue deeply inside her. Charlotte cried out and grabbed the arm of the couch, digging her fingers into the rough fabric and snapping her eyes shut. ‘Oh God Sarah I need you so much. Please take me, completely. Please I need to feel you inside me’ Without any further encouragement Sarah slipped one finger and then another inside Charlotte’s slippery opening. As Charlotte rose to meet her lover’s fingers Sarah slipped a third finger inside and let her thumb travel to hard nub of Charlotte’s clit. She began rhythmically to push deeper inside as she massaged her outside. Charlotte’s hips worked in perfect harmony. Faster and faster, she began to cry out. ‘Open your eyes and look at me’ Sarah commanded ‘I want you to see me touching you when you come. Who do you belong to?’

‘You. Always you my love’ Charlotte gasped. As the couple locked eyes Charlotte cried out and shuddered. ‘Oh God. Always, always you.’

Sarah left her fingers inside her spent lover revelling in the feeling of her orgasm, the muscles clamping her fingers together. The scent of Charlotte all around her. ‘That’s right my darling girl. Mine. Always. Remember that and we can do anything together.’ Gathering her naked lover in her arms she kissed her again. She pulled a blanket from the back of the seating and covered them both. With Charlotte’s head against her chest she rested her chin on the top of her head and exhausted they both fell asleep.