Christmas Spirits - The Beginning

Dear Kate, 

We’ve finally done it.  I booked the weekend at Dickens Village in the north-east.  It was tons of fun.  Christmas in the style of the London that Charles Dickens knew, imagine that.  The streets a backdrop for the likes of Ebenezer Scrooge and Tiny Tim.  I found it an experience which gave me more than I could imagine.  

We met with the costumers and were fitted for three days and evenings of clothes and outer wear.  Simon helped me to dress at home, to arrive at the village and I made sure his garb was done properly.  I can’t tell you how handsome he looked in the higher collars and waistcoats with pocket watch chains showing.  The cut of the jacket and the top hats, all suited him to a tee.  I fell in love with him all over again.  Imagine that…we have two grown children and still we delight each other with fantasy and adventure. 

We arrived at the gate on time and our carriage was waiting for us.  It was supper time on Friday and we were famished.  He loved my dark cloak and fur muff.  The bonnets were a bit tedious but the entire picture was just perfect.  I’m so glad I kept my daily appointment with the gym.  Those clothes are pretty form fitting.  The stays of the dresses and the multiple petticoats made me very glad it was winter time and not the heat of summer.  I don’t know how masochistic one would have to be to have this adventure-of-a-thousand-layers in mid-July.  I can’t imagine.  

We were shown our rooms in the small inn and got settled.  The bed seemed supplemented with modern stuffing so that guests could avoid the aches and pains that those of the era might deal with.  There were bits of modern mixed with the historic fantasy, simply as a way that guests could enjoy their stay and not suffer and never return.  It is a commercial venture, after all. 

The room had low ceilings, but was warm from the fire, nicely clean and ever so inviting.  We could hear the laughter from the inn’s main ale room downstairs, so we washed freshened up and made our way downstairs, but not before Simon grabbed me from behind.  He bent me over the washstand and lifted my skirts. I felt so in tune with the whole fantasy setting.  I love history and the period we entered seemed particularly lusty this time of year.  Yes, the period was far too rigid in some ways, but we weren’t doing a re-enactment.  We were here to revel in the time period.  We were enjoying a fantasy trip back in time.  

The snow fell softly outside the leaded window.  A perfect winter evening as he slid his finger into me, playing me, caressing the folds and the little bud he sought out.  My clit grew hard with the attention and my knees nearly buckled, it felt so good.  The little room smelled of woodsmoke and fresh linens.  I swear I almost fainted as he moved in and out of me, taking his time, making sure he rubbed me just right.  I felt my orgasm build, but it edged as he leisurely fucked me, my skirts bunched up on my back, my stockinged legs open, wantonly.  His thrusts felt so good sliding in and out, feeling each moment.  God I nearly did faint.  My legs grew week as I looked around my surroundings and heard the inn’s noises from below.  The landlady knocked on the door and both Simon and I exploded.  He had to grunt a reply and continued stabbing into me until both our orgasms subsided.  I could not believe how lusty I felt. 

The landlady had clean towels for us to wipe at the basin and we both freshened up again.  I felt so delicious with no underthings on.  I wore only the period’s laciest undergarments.  No panties of any kind.  Part of our fantasy was that we could get at each other any time we wished, so long as the moment provided privacy.  

Simon pushed me back against the wall, kissed me deeply and pushed my skirts up, reaching between my legs to play in all the wetness there.  With a lusty smile, he let my skirts drop and we headed down to the ale room for some food and drink.

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