The Bentley and the Barn Just after three in the afternoon a dark blue Bentley Mulsanne Turbo Convertible, top down, the driver’s face hidden by a mass of blonde curls and sunglasses, turned off the M23 south of London and cruised down the slip road onto the west bound M25 London Orbital. As she navigated the big car through the endless stream of vans and lorries in the two nearside lanes, Judi savoured the effortless power that lay beneath her right foot, feeling a surge of almost sexual excitement at the harsh growl of the twin exhausts that accompanied each frenzied rush of acceleration. In the outside lane she set the cruise control to something the wrong side of ninety and, cosseted in her leather upholstered splendour, settled down to enjoy the combination of speed and bright sunshine. As the powerful car ate up the miles, Judi’s mind wandered to thoughts of her oldest friend, Kayti Chamberlain. It seemed hardly credible now that it was over twenty years since they had first met: she, the shy, uncertain miner’s daughter from Yorkshire, and Kayti, the brash, confident daughter of a Shropshire butcher. The venue had been a draughty photographer’s studio in a Balham attic, where they had both been booked to pose topless for a well-known Fleet Street tabloid. They had hit it off immediately, a shared sense of the ridiculous, coupled with the innate and unconscious sexuality they both possessed had them both laughing and posing until the photographer (who couldn’t believe his good fortune) called a halt on the grounds that he had run out of film. As they dressed in the tiny bathroom attached to the studio, Kayti asked Judi where she was living, and on hearing that she was currently lodging with an aged Great-Aunt in far away Walthamstow, Kayti was quick to explain that she had recently lost her flatmate and would be eternally grateful for the help with the rent should Judi prefer to move closer to the centre of London and it’s many attractions. She may have omitted to mention that her “flatmate” was also her boyfriend, (who she had recently dumped) and that the flat had only one bedroom – indeed it essentially only had one room – but Judi was so delighted to find someone with which she had so much in common that she moved in the next day. The initial response to their first shoot was very good, and the two girls found themselves more and more in demand for topless and nude modelling, until they were both regularly working three or four days a week. On a regular basis they were asked repeat their debut and pose together, which led several photographers to comment on the apparent sexual chemistry between the two, an effect a number of tabloid editors saw reflected in a boost in sales on days which featured them both, usually nipple to nipple, on the inside pages. Despite their popularity, it took a while for either girl to be able to command a decent fee for their shoots and appearances, so they continued to live in Kayti’s tiny rented flat, forming a deep and lasting friendship as the weeks flew by. One night, returning more than a little drunk from an evening at a nightclub just off Sloane Square, Judi tripped and fell against the door to the flat at the exact moment that Kayti finally succeeded in getting the key in the lock. Without warning the door flew open under their combined weight and deposited them both on the floor of the narrow hallway. Lying prostrate with Kayti on top of her Judi started to giggle drunkenly, until she suddenly became aware that her friend had gone very still. She was just about to ask what was wrong when she felt a mouth close over hers, and a tongue slide cautiously into her mouth. In an instant Judi felt a wave of intense sexual desire wash over her as she responded eagerly, and in that brief moment she and Kayti ceased to be friends and became lovers. In later life Judi often wondered how different her life might have been had they not both got drunk that night, but she usually arrived at the conclusion that it was bound to have happened sooner or later anyway. She and Kayti lived and worked in close proximity to each other, in an environment where their naked bodies and sexual allure were constantly being scrutinised and examined, a world where sex was a major force. They were both aware of the effect that they had on the men that they came into contact with (and extremely adept at fending off unwanted advances) and consequently equally aware of each other’s sexuality. And of course, they were young, fit, beautiful and eager to embrace and explore new experiences. When Kayti made love to her, Judi realised that no sexual experience she had had in her life thus far came close to what she experienced that night; that she had never been touched so skilfully, nor brought to orgasm so powerfully. When she timidly and with some degree of trepidation returned the favour, she was delighted at how naturally she knew what to do, and how enthusiastically and noisily her labours were rewarded. When they finally lay drowsily in each others arms watching the dawn light slowly flood across the cloudy sky through the skylight above the rumpled bed, they promised each other that, whatever happened, they would never let sex get in the way of their friendship. And nor did they. Although they enjoyed an intense sexual relationship for the next six months which they lived together, when their earning capacity had Anadolu Yakası Escort reached a point where they could both afford to move into bigger accommodation on their own, they parted amicably and moved on to new addresses and new relationships, although they had never lost touch, and remained in frequent communication over the next twenty years. Judi’s train of thought was interrupted violently as a small hatchback suddenly swerved out into her lane, causing her to brake suddenly. The big car wobbled momentarily as the impetus through its weight forward, and then the traction control kicked in and it steadied back into a straight line. Judi swore quietly; she hadn’t realised quite how fast she had been travelling. She dropped back from the hatchback in case the driver chose to perform another deranged manoeuvre, and set the cruise control to a slightly more sedate (and legal) speed. _________________________ Two hundred yards up the lane, the two girls turned right through a large wooden gate and into a wide concrete stable yard. As they left the cool shade of the tree-lined lane, the full heat of the summer sun hit them like a physical blow. Helen felt the prickle of sweat on her exposed back, and she realised suddenly that Suzi dropped her hand, leaving her vaguely and irrationally disappointed. A blond boy in his mid teens, wearing a sweat-stained grubby t-shirt and torn jeans tucked into his boots, was shovelling straw into a wheelbarrow at the entrance to one of the loose boxes. At the sound of their footsteps he looked up and leant with forced casualness on his shovel, the sweat from his exertions shining on his brow. “Hi Suze,” he said. “Looking for Jo?” He adopted a pose that he obviously thought came across as cool and adult, but actually just accentuated his air of adolescent sexual uncertainty. Suzi smiled back. She stopped in front of the youth, standing just a little closer to him than was really necessary in the circumstances. “Hi James, how’s it going? Yes, is she around?” “Over in the office. Do you want me to get Tyler out for you?” “Oh would you? Please, that would be wonderful. And could you find something suitable for Helen?” “Yes, sure.” “Nothing too lively,” Helen said anxiously. “It’s been a while since last did anything like this” She noticed that the boy was struggling to drag his eyes away from Suzi’s chest, and felt another sudden stab of irrational jealousy. For God’s sake Chapman, she thought to herself, get a grip. “Oh, I don’t know,” said Suzi with a wicked grin, “I’ve seen you do something pretty similar quite recently.” Helen giggled “You’re rude!” she said. She was suddenly aware that James was staring at them both, and looked away embarrassed. “Come on,” said Suzi, “Let’s go and get you togged up. See you in a minute, James” They set off across the yard towards the building at the far end, where a sign above the door indicated that the office was located. “I can’t believe you said that!” Helen shook her head. “That poor kid couldn’t believe his ears.” Suzi grinned. “Or his eyes. In his mind he had us both undressed in nanoseconds, I bet. I just thought I’d give him something to add to his fantasy.” “He certainly had a good look at your boobs! Mind you, you made sure he couldn’t miss them.” “He always does. It’s his age I expect. I often wonder how many wanks I’ve fuelled!” “Suzi!” Helen was shocked again, more by the use of the word than the concept. “What? I think it’s rather flattering, in a way. I get quite a kick out of it.” Before Helen had a chance to reply, they reached the office door. The interior was dark and cool, after the bright heat of the day, and heavy with the smell of leather, polish, dust and horses. It was several moments before Helen’s eyes adjusted to the change of light. “Hello Suzi”. A tall handsome woman in late middle age, dressed in well worn riding clothes emerged from the gloom. “We haven’t seen you for a couple of days; I was starting to wonder where you’d got to.” “Oh the usual hectic social whirl, you know.” Suzi grinned. “No unfortunately I don’t.” The woman smiled. “All I ever seem to do is spend my entire life in this place.” “Which you absolutely love, and you wouldn’t go anywhere else even if you could, would you Jo?” Suzi turned to Helen. “She always pretends she’d rather be somewhere else, but this is Jo’s life, and she’d be lost if it wasn’t there.” “It must be wonderful to do a job you love,” Helen said diplomatically. “I suppose I can’t complain. I’m Jo Brabham, by the way. I assume you’re one of Suzi’s unfortunate friends?” “I am. Helen Chapman. Nice to meet you.” “Right now we’ve got the pleasantries out of the way, do you think you could kit Helen out, Jo?” Suzi was investigating a row of riding hats hanging on the wall. “What size are you, babes?” “What, head? I’ve no idea. I never wear hats.” Jo Brabham intervened. “Why don’t you take her through to the back, Suzi, and help her try some stuff on? I’m sure you can find something in there that’ll fit. We always have loads of spare outfits for hire,” she explained to Helen. “Only the die-hards like Suzi and I buy them, these days.” “Thanks, Jo, that’s great.” Suzi started towards the rear of the office and then suddenly stopped. “Oh, by the way – did you mean that about the pool, last time we spoke?” “Yes, of course. No one ever uses it now, not since Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan the boys left home. George and I never seem to have the time. Feel free to come over whenever you like – it seems a shame not to make use of it in this weather.” Suzi thought for a moment. “Tomorrow afternoon?” she asked. “No problem. I won’t be there, George and I have to go up to town, but you know where the pool house key is? Feel free.” “Thanks ever so much, Jo, I’m looking forward to it. Like you say, it seems a shame not to use it in this heat. Come on Helen.” Suzi propelled her towards a door at the back of the office. “Let’s see what we can find for you to wear.” Jo Brabham stared after the two girls as the door swung closed behind them. Something not quite right there, she mused. Just a few too many glances at each other, a hint of intimacy that others might miss, but was abundantly clear to someone with her long experience of human nature. Oh well, as long as they’re both happy, she reflected, and cocked an eyebrow as the sound of a barely stifled giggle emanated from the next room. Very happy, it would seem. “Suzi! No, for God’s sake! Get off!” Helen was struggling to get into a pair of jodhpurs while at the same time fend off Suzi who was making a determined effort to grab her breasts under the top she wore. “You’re worse than a bloke,” she said, exasperatedly, collapsing onto a bench a struggling to pull the tight material up over her thighs. “You could at least give me a hand.” “If I get too close to you at I time like this I shan’t be responsible for my actions,” Suzi wandered over to the other side of the room to investigate a row of boots. “You are just too damned horny for words. Especially when your clothes are falling off.” “They’re not falling off, I’m putting them on,” Helen pointed out. “Any of those a size six?” “These are, I think.” Suzi handed them over and watched as Helen struggled to force her feet into them. “Are they ok?” “Yes, fine. Just bloody tight, like these jodhpur thingy’s.” Helen shifted uncomfortably, tugging at the tight material around her crotch. “Positively cystitis inducing!” Suzi slid an arm around her waist. “That’s because last night you were fucked by a true expert.” Their lips met, and tongues gently explored each others mouths. “And this morning,” Helen reminded her. “My poor body doesn’t know what’s hit it.” “And what a body!” Suzi pulled back to admire her lover from a distance. “Give me a twirl, babes.” Helen pirouetted gracefully, arms outstretched. Suzi looked longingly at her. “You have an arse to die for,” she grinned. “Shall we go and see if Master James has saddled our steeds?” “As long as you can promise me that my arse isn’t going to end up making violent contact with the ground.” “Don’t be silly, James will have picked you something sweet and docile. He’s besotted with me. Well, probably us, now. I expect even now he is constructing an erotic fantasy in his head.” In fact Suzi was a little late. Ever since the two girls had disappeared into the office James’ fevered sixteen year old imagination had been furiously running over a wide variety of sexual possibilities in which they both featured heavily. Only a week before he had called at friend’s house to find a group of boys from his school watching pornographic movies they had downloaded from the internet; in particular one which consisted entirely of lesbian sex. To James this had been a revelation. It had never occurred to him that two girls making love could look as beautiful. Somehow it lacked the faintly comic element of heterosexual coupling, and seemed in a way gentler and more loving – even at his tender age he understood that the women involved were actresses and that some of the apparent pleasure might have been faked, but a part of him secretly hoped not; that what he had seen on the computer monitor was that which he so desperately wanted to se in real life, a beautiful woman in the throes of a magnificent orgasm. Ever since he had hit puberty, Suzi had been his ideal girl; and he constantly wondered what she would look like at that moment, the knowledge that she was so much older than him had never once dimmed his admiration or desire for her. Alone in his bed at night he had tried to conjure up in is mind a vision of what she would look like naked, the swell of her breasts, the curve of her belly, the wetness of the crevasse between her legs, how she would respond to his touch, her moans, her cries of lust and pleasure….. With an effort he put the image out of his head as he watched the two girls walking towards him. Did they, he wondered? He vaguely remembered reading somewhere that all women were essentially bisexual. Something to do with them being better able to appreciate the attractiveness of other women than men, the article had said. And God, those two are more than attractive, especially dressed as they were, a symphony of fawn jodhpurs and black leather, walking towards him positively radiating sexuality. His cock was hard and uncomfortable in his jeans (not to mention horribly exposed) as he stood there trying to keep his eyes fixed on their faces, holding the two horses – on the one hand a big chestnut gelding, and on the other a smaller grey mare. “Oh James, you are wonderful!” Suzi circled the two horses, casting over them with a practised eye. “Is this Escort Anadolu Yakası Trudi? Ginny’s foal?” “Yes.” James struggled hard to get the image of a naked and writhing Suzi out of his head. “She’s ever so gentle – a perfect ladies ride.” “There you go then, Helen,” Suzi grinned at the taller girl, “No danger at all of you ending up on your arse.” She grinned lasciviously. “Unless you want to, of course. Give me a leg up will you, Jim?” James stood beside the larger of the two horses, legs slightly bent, and Suzi grinned at him as she put her boot into his waiting hands. With a grunt he heaved her skywards, taking full advantage of the magnificent view of her jodhpur clad buttocks he was afforded. He turned to offer the same service to Helen, but she had already swung herself athletically into the saddle. Jo Brabham’s voice called from the office door. “Do try to keep your hat on, Suzi. I don’t want to have to tell your mother that we found you unconscious in a ditch.” “Of course, Jo.” Suzi’s horse was stamping it’s feet impatiently. “Don’t I always?” “No, frankly. Keep an eye on her will you, Helen? She needs to be in the care of a responsible adult.” Suzi blew a good natured raspberry. “Ready Helen?” “Lead on, Suze,” Helen replied. “And for God’s sake don’t go to fast.” Suzi grinned back at her. “Anything for you, gorgeous!” She kicked her heels back and the two horses trotted out of the yard their shoes crunching on the gravel and then dying away as they swung out into the into the lane. James turned and walked swiftly back into the open stable. In his minds eye he saw Suzi and Helen making love together as clearly as he had seen the girls in the movie. He couldn’t get the image out of his head, the pair of them somewhere on silk sheets in a passionate sixty nine, Suzi on the top so her breasts swung as she looked up at him, her face contorted with pleasure at what the other girl was doing to her…. In the darkness at the back of the stable he tugged frantically at his jeans, struggling to release his cock from its captivity. With the picture of the two girls making frantic love burning into his brain, his right hand worked furiously at his erection until he came with a grunt, supporting himself against the wall as his cock bucked in his hand, and his semen spurted into the straw. ________________ With the hatchback safely passed, and the traffic thinning slightly, Judi found her thoughts returning to her oldest friend. From the heady days of sharing a flat in the early eighties, their lives took very different paths as the decade progressed. She, of course, had fallen pregnant with Suzi, and her modelling career had ground to a halt by the time her bump became apparent, leaving her desperately searching for alternative sources of income. Kayti, on the other hand, had gone from strength to strength, her striking looks, combined with chestnut hair and hazel eyes (not to mention several breast enhancements), making her one of the most popular glamour models in the country. Shortly after Suzi was born, Kayti caught the eye of Sir Robin Morris, a man nearly twenty years her senior, and millionaire proprietor of the Morris Newspaper Group, in whose publications she was frequently featured in a state of complete or semi nudity. After a whirlwind courtship, they were married on a beach in Barbados and returned to London where they were rarely out of the society and gossip pages. At first it seemed to Judi that, improbable as it seemed, the unlikely couple actually seemed to be making a go of the marriage, but within a year the cracks began to show. All manner of salacious rumours began to circulate: there were stories of weekend long drink and drug fuelled orgies at the couple’s country retreat, it was suggested that Sir Robin had a string of mistresses around the capital, that he regarded his new wife as little more than attractive trinket, and even that he was physically abusive to her. What finally had sealed the fate of the ill-starred union was when a newspaper from a rival group published a series of photos taken with a telephoto lens, which showed Sir Robin relaxing by his pool, whilst clearly enjoying the oral attentions of a woman who was equally clearly not his young wife. For Kayti, this was the final straw; she packed her bags, moved into a rented flat, and instigated divorce proceedings. Throughout the long, protracted and high profile divorce case, Kayti maintained a dignified silence in the press while the sordid details of her married life were publicly aired in court, in stark contrast to her husband who used the full power of his many publications to take every possible opportunity to besmirch the reputation of his wife. However, on this occasion it backfired on him horribly. Try as they might, the team of astronomically expensive lawyers hired by Sir Robin failed to find evidence of a single incidence of adultery or unreasonable behaviour on the part of Lady Morris, while Kayti produced a string of witnesses to her husbands regular incidences of excess, abuse and infidelity. Quite how she managed to pull it off, Judi never fully understood, but after five months of legal wrangling Kayti emerged triumphant with a large proportion of both her former husband’s fortune and his publishing empire, her sole concession being to renounce her claim to the title of Lady Morris. For many women, that victory alone might have been enough, but Kayti had a serious point to prove, and she set about turning the motley collection of top-shelf “Lads mags” and tacky tabloids that she had inherited as part of her divorce, into a successful and hugely profitable publishing empire, and in the process she showed herself to be an astute and intelligent businesswoman.