Fresh Air Exercise

Chapter 11: Fresh Air Exercise

The following Monday Francis and Frances arrived much earlier. For once the delivery man was allowed in the house and the 2 men carried Thomas down to the cart. The injured man had tried to stand but was unsteady on his feet and still in a fair amount of pain. However, Nathaniel had declared his wounds free of infection and healing nicely. Caroline watched has her paramour rested on some hay while her father held him.

As arranged Sir Thomas was transferred to the luxurious carriage but instead of travelling at a normal pace, the doctors agreed that the horses should walk all the way. Half-way to their destination, they stopped. There was no need for the horses to rest but they were glad of the drink.

The Lion may have been in the middle of nowhere but was surprisingly popular. Viscount Thirsk made his way to the deserted bar, where Sally, the daughter of the landlord, was awaiting customers. The barmaid wore a stay which was especially tight to emphasise her curves and a dress as low cut as possible. Resting her elbows made her lean forward.

“And what will you be wanting, Lord Thirsk?”

“2 pints of beer and a couple of gins, please, Sally.”

“Early for you, sir.” she commented, as she pulled the first pint. “I’ll make sure yours has a nice creamy head.”

“You know what I like.”

“And where are you friends?”

“Outside, in the carriage. The other pint is for the coachman and the gin for the occupants.”

“You’re not on a horse then, sir.” as she completed the order. “Anything else?” she said staring at her own bursting chest.

“Yes I think we have time” as he cock began to rise, “Fetch your father.”

The landlord arrived and greeted him. There were the usual protestations about his daughter not being a whore but unsurprisingly some extra silver soon mollified the host who went outside, while the couple went upstairs.

The customer, her first of a few that day as other local girls shared the work, lifted her dress over her head revealing the much visited tourist attraction. The history books say nobody knows why The Lion has stayed open for centuries but for those that regularly visited it was no mystery. It may not have been the most direct route between York and Whitby but it certainly had the best scenery. There were often many more guests than rooms.

They rolled kissing on the bed while his hand felt for her cunt and she unclasped the buttons in his breeches. She manoeuvred herself around and started to suck on his cock, while he supped his beer and idly fingered her. When he had finished his drink, loudly burping his approval, she asked where he wanted her.

“How about a fresh air fuck. There’s no-one around, so out the window.”

“You’re so bad. Help me with my stay.”

“Just leave it on. I won’t need your tits ... until the end.”

She opened the window and gripped the ledge. The coachman laughed, the doctor sighed and Sir Thomas wondered what the delay was. No subtly was involved as he grasped her tightly and **** his way into the generous opening. It only took seconds of rocking back and forth before he hit his hard-driving rhythm. This of course made Sally’s head bob like a pigeon much to the amusement of the viewer, who licked the beer off his lips.

Just as suddenly Viscount Thirsk pulled out and tugged her around so he could ejaculate on her breasts. So much flesh to aim for and yet still some of it ended up on her face. He grabbed her again and **** out the window to show his work. The coachman waved and the pair responded in kind and again but the doctor sighed contemptuously. Most of the semen slid down inside her clothing where it would later contribute to the mélange of aromas of her day.

“It’s good to exercise.” said the viscount he climbed back in the coach “A whore a day keeps the doctor away, hey?” and guffawed at his own words. “Come on Mister Whippy, on to Gillamoor Court.”