The Countess and the Caretaker - part twelve

Back in the relative safety of the car, he gave her the package
and curled up comfortably at her feet, willing the car to take
them home.

The Countess, as usual, had a different idea and told her
Chauffeur to take his time and to take the shore road,
effectively going miles out of their way.

She then edged her skirt up a little and began caressing her
legs, moving up higher as she began to get excited, until her
hand was on her crotch. She rubbed and teased her pubic area with
her fingers, and began to breathe more deeply.

The Caretaker could not take his eyes off her, off her
stockinged legs, off the dark triangle between her legs and off
her fingers as they gradually worked her to a plateau of sexual
excitement.

He desperately wanted to touch his own bulging erection, but did
not think this would be allowed. She removed all thought of this
from his mind, by making it impossible for him to reach himself.

She slid gracefully off the seat, and sat on his face, pinning
his arms down with her legs. She rubbed herself across his face,
back and forward, still with her knickers on, gradually getting
faster until she had her first glorious orgasm.

She caught her breath briefly and then started again, the other
orgasms coming one after the other, with only a slight pause
between them.

When she was satisfied, she raised herself back onto the seat,
and in another few minutes they were back in the car park.

The Countess ran a comb through her hair, touched up her
lipstick, picked up her package and his lead and stepped out of
the car looking completely composed.

The Caretaker was for the first time, glad to be on all fours, as
it hid his pulsing erection. He was obviously not going to be
given any release.