It was then that I heard people whispering to each other in the bushes. Even in the overpowering clutches of lust, I realised that this could possibly land us in a very awkward sitch.
‘Jeeves,’ I moaned, ‘someone is in the bushes.’ ‘Mister Little and Lord Chuffnell, if I am not mistaken, sir.’ ‘Good lord!’ I cried, although the exclamation had more to do with the way Jeeves was coming and going between my thighs than with this newly acquired knowledge. ‘And should we… let them… watch?’ ‘Yes,’ he whispered into my ear, ‘let them know that… you are mine…’
The words sent a wave of fiery passion coursing through my veins. That Jeeves would claim me in such a way – and let them watch, by Jove! I let out another whimpering moan. The sensation seemed to be mutual, because in one swift, graceful motion, Jeeves flipped me over and took me roughly from the back. I stood with my palms pressed against the wall as he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of my hip and gave me a proper pounding. I was utterly exposed, my shirt pulled up over my chest, legs spread wide for Jeeves. He was harsher than usual, slamming into me with increasing force as I cried out in bliss. I thought of Bingo and Chuffy in the bushes, watching my man bugger me so thoroughly – watching me take it so willingly, and suddenly I wanted to beg for more, I wanted them to hear me beg Jeeves for more.
‘Please, harder Jeeves! Please, I want it harder!’
He complied, and I spent myself on the greenhouse wall, thinking of how scandalized and jealous my chums must be, and how absolutely certain they now were that I belonged to Jeeves, body and soul.
He gave three powerful thrusts and reached his climax, spending himself inside me. Panting, he leaned in and placed a tender kiss on my back.
‘Good lord, Jeeves,’ I breathed, ‘Good lord. I mean to say – Good lord!’ ‘Yes, sir, I must agree.’ ‘You don’t think we’ll be getting into any trouble for this, do you?’ I asked.
Now that the veil of lust had been lifted, I became worried. Jeeves pulled up his trousers, then picked my clothes off the ground and started dressing me.
‘I believe that had it been Mister Little and Lord Chuffnell’s intention to call the police, they would have done so quite some time ago,’ he said as he buttoned my trousers, ‘I detected their presence from the very beginning, and after having reached the conclusion that they meant us no harm, I welcomed their intrusion and used it to our advantage.’
He smoothed the wrinkles out of my shirt and kissed me. I smiled at him.
‘I say, another wonderful idea, Jeeves!’ ‘Thank you, sir.’
FILL: Another Wonderful Idea | Part Two
‘Jeeves,’ I moaned, ‘someone is in the bushes.’
‘Mister Little and Lord Chuffnell, if I am not mistaken, sir.’
‘Good lord!’ I cried, although the exclamation had more to do with the way Jeeves was coming and going between my thighs than with this newly acquired knowledge. ‘And should we… let them… watch?’
‘Yes,’ he whispered into my ear, ‘let them know that… you are mine…’
The words sent a wave of fiery passion coursing through my veins. That Jeeves would claim me in such a way – and let them watch, by Jove! I let out another whimpering moan. The sensation seemed to be mutual, because in one swift, graceful motion, Jeeves flipped me over and took me roughly from the back. I stood with my palms pressed against the wall as he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of my hip and gave me a proper pounding. I was utterly exposed, my shirt pulled up over my chest, legs spread wide for Jeeves. He was harsher than usual, slamming into me with increasing force as I cried out in bliss. I thought of Bingo and Chuffy in the bushes, watching my man bugger me so thoroughly – watching me take it so willingly, and suddenly I wanted to beg for more, I wanted them to hear me beg Jeeves for more.
‘Please, harder Jeeves! Please, I want it harder!’
He complied, and I spent myself on the greenhouse wall, thinking of how scandalized and jealous my chums must be, and how absolutely certain they now were that I belonged to Jeeves, body and soul.
He gave three powerful thrusts and reached his climax, spending himself inside me. Panting, he leaned in and placed a tender kiss on my back.
‘Good lord, Jeeves,’ I breathed, ‘Good lord. I mean to say – Good lord!’
‘Yes, sir, I must agree.’
‘You don’t think we’ll be getting into any trouble for this, do you?’ I asked.
Now that the veil of lust had been lifted, I became worried. Jeeves pulled up his trousers, then picked my clothes off the ground and started dressing me.
‘I believe that had it been Mister Little and Lord Chuffnell’s intention to call the police, they would have done so quite some time ago,’ he said as he buttoned my trousers, ‘I detected their presence from the very beginning, and after having reached the conclusion that they meant us no harm, I welcomed their intrusion and used it to our advantage.’
He smoothed the wrinkles out of my shirt and kissed me. I smiled at him.
‘I say, another wonderful idea, Jeeves!’
‘Thank you, sir.’