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His cock moved. His palm itched. His heart pounded in his chest.
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Leah held his hand. A strong manly grip, encasing her smaller one and holding it to his side. Tentatively she followed him into the hangar through a gap in the door. She expected it to be dank, smelly, and unpleasant—it wasn’t.
A vast space opened up before them. The concrete floor was dusty and littered with little pieces of debris: bits of wood, dried leaves, twigs, and the odd rusted screw. The hangar had a dimness to it, but light too, brought in through the holes in the roofing. Beams of daylight shot down like spotlights. The building had a steel framework supporting the roof, but at the ground level it was open and sufficiently wide to accommodate many aircraft.
Dotted around the edge, the relics of a bygone era, a time when the aerodrome would have bustled with activity: a ladder, a battered metal filing cabinet, empty oil barrels, and in one corner, a pile of dilapidated wooden chairs and trestle tables. Leah was surprised they hadn’t been burnt. The airbase had hardly any neighbours—she supposed few would think to come to the middle of nowhere, on the outskirts of a tiny village, to seek out a forgotten part of history.
Rick halted a few yards into the hangar and turned to face Leah, taking her other hand. Hazel eyes stared at her. Leah snatched a breath before he lowered his mouth down, dropping his lips onto hers. He let go of her hands, sent his own hand roving about her slender frame; seeking out the locks of dark hair, he looped fingers through the strands, tightening, tugging, until her scalp prickled and her pulse quickened.
His other hand lifted up her skirt, found a cheek, and squeezed hard until she gasped into his mouth. A tongue ran along the line of her teeth, parting them, allowing him to dip in and tickle her palate with the tip of his tongue.
Leah though her legs would give out.
“Do you think you deserve a spanking?” he asked, releasing her mouth.
She couldn’t take her eyes off his face. He gave nothing away. She searched hard for a clue to his guarded emotions and then she spotted it: a slight upward tic at the corner of his lips.
“I’ve been good, haven’t I?” she said in reply. “Did as you asked. Drove quite brilliantly, I thought.”
Rick guffawed. A loud, mock version of the exclamation. “I saw a little naughtiness, Miss Leah. A hint of what lies beneath this beautiful, biddable, sensuous exterior.”
“You did?” said Leah, trying hard to sound surprised.
“There is a remedy for such naughtiness.”
“Here? You’re going to apply your remedy here?” She’d half expected it, but all the same, the location unnerved her, made her feel lost in a vast expanse. A lone woman with her dominating boyfriend in the middle of an empty hangar. A man who had her wrapped about his little finger, such was the power he held over her sexual being.
“Stay there,” he said, stepping backwards and away from her. Turning from her, he went to the far side of the hangar and retrieved a folding chair. Knocking it on the floor to remove the dust and shaking off the cobwebs, he brought it back and placed it square in the middle of the building. Easing himself down onto the seat, he checked its sturdiness and then patted his lap.
It felt like millions of tiny fireworks zipping about inside her belly, right down to her core. She sidled up to him, putting on a show of confidence, swinging her hips a little as she went to him. Her shoes echoed about the hangar, a click of the heels and a sparrow shot out of the hole in the roof.
His lap seemed a long way down, but soon her face was close to the dusty floor. She sneezed, then giggled. A reaction of nervous energy and trepidation. Rick said nothing as he lifted up her skirt and she felt her knickers dragged up over her buttock cheeks, the skimpy fabric sunk into her crack.
A hand trailed up her leg from her knee, climbing high until it touched her, slipping under her protective clothing; a finger snuck into her and rimmed her pussy.
Leah nearly fell off his lap. In response, Rick looped a leg over her thigh and pinned her down.
Their breathing grew in volume. His rapid, while Leah tried to calm hers to a steady pace. She jolted. His smack had landed hard and fast.
“Handbrake turn?” he said with a chortle. “Let’s see if you can put a brake on this hand of mine.”
She gripped the chair legs and absorbed each rhythmic slap of his hand. It hurt at first, because she was tense, excited, and slightly fearful. Not of Rick, she trusted him, but of being spied upon. There were no sounds outside, just the distant rustling of summer leaves and the chirping of birds. Occasionally the wind would catch on the metal sheeting, making a noise similar to soft thunder. It failed to drown out her spanking.
The sound of flesh on flesh reverberated about them. Ludicrous situation, thought Leah, across a lap, being spanked, in the middle of a vast tin shed, while surrounded by the flotsam of a war fought before she had even been born. At the same time she doubted her judgement, she revelled in the absurdity: the fun, the erotic scenario, and the unique pleasure it gave her. She truly believed life with Rick would never be dull or lacking in excitement. She relaxed, smiled to herself, and moaned. Leah couldn’t help herself; she was enjoying each smack of his hand, the tinge of pain and the warmth of his body close to hers.
Rick pinched the waistband of her knickers and pulled them down to her thighs. She squawked, wriggled, and tried to peer over her shoulder to catch his face. She saw, from her peculiar angle, a grin of delight at her unveiling. Sinking back down, she let him play with her and it sent her pussy wild. Rick knew all of her buttons, how to fire up her senses, make her juices flow and her clitor
is electrified.
He delved inside her, not just with one finger, but two, then three. Stretching, probing, and she actually heard him licking his fingers, tasting and sucking her juices off his digits. It drove her crazy, desperately wanting to have his cock inside her. It had gone supremely hard beneath her belly. How he managed to hold off using it astounded her.
“Oh, Rick. Dear God, please…” moaned Leah.
“Hush. I’ve still got plans for this arse,” he said. “There’s no rush, is there?”
She couldn’t answer. Her mouth dropped open in shock. His thumbs had spread her cheeks apart, sending a rush of cool air between her cleft.
