Privilege (closed for jd_sw)

[M4bloke]

Charles Pemberton, 7th Viscount of Anglemor, heir to the Anglemor estate, Charlie to his friends, piloted the Aston Martin confidently, almost aggressively through the London traffic and towards Heathrow airport. Charlie was not a man to stand in line and queue when he didn't have to. Eaton then Oxford had taught him the rules that governed the everyday lives of ordinary people didn't apply to him in the same way and a stratospheric career in investment banking after graduating had only reinforced that view in his own mind.

Now, at thirty five, he had pretty much everything he could ask for. The title, the job, the money, the lifestyle and of course the model fiancee, soon to be wife. Jenny sat beside him in the passenger seat looking drop dead gorgeous as usual in a short skirt and flattering top. Charlie liked her on display when they were in public.

To be honest no one was more surprised than himself that Jenny had gone the distance. They'd met two years ago at a charity fashion show when she was twenty two. She been modelling at it and by the end of the evening he'd bedded her, just like he'd bedded dozens before her. But there was something about her that was different, something that had kept him interested. She put him first and denied him nothing, perhaps it was true that Asian women treated their men better. Whatever it was he decided he couldn't live without her and had proposed.

Jenny certainly hadn't been his parent's first choice however. They'd wanted him to marry some horse faced aristocrat, but Charlie wasn't going to sign up to a lifetime of foxhunting and average sex, he deserved better than that. Besides, he was their only son and heir and they needed him more than he needed them

When he reached the M25 Charlie reached over to Jenny and slipped a hand between her thighs then teased her pussy through the material of her panties.

"Not long now babe," he told her. "Are you looking forward to getting away?"

 

[jd_sw]

Jenny kept her eyes on the road, though she wasn’t really seeing the traffic. Her breath came a little faster as Charlie’s fingers moved inside her. She stayed quiet at first, thighs parted just enough, the short skirt riding higher with every subtle shift of her hips.

Heat bloomed low in her belly. She could feel how wet she already was, the soft, slick sounds of his fingers working her open filling the quiet of the car. A small, involuntary sound escaped her throat before she caught it.

She didn’t push his hand away. She never did.

Her fingers rested lightly on his thigh, not guiding, not stopping—just there. She shifted lower in the seat, giving him easier access without making a show of it. The lace of her knickers was already pushed aside, cool air brushing the places his fingers left exposed.

Her hips gave another small, helpless rock against his hand. She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to keep her breathing steady as pleasure coiled tighter. The airport signs were starting to appear. Soon they would be in public again. Among people. And still his fingers were inside her, slow and deliberate, as if they had all the time in the world.

Jenny turned her face slightly toward the window, cheeks warm, and let him continue.