A show of modesty but Claude is no fool

Riding alongside the carriage Claude demanded that the driver pull up and then he got down from his horse, his pistol aimed squarely at the driver and his assistant whom he ordered to walk away in any direction but not to look back or try to intervene. Flintlock pistols were infamous for their lack of accuracy and their reliability. If Claude had to use the weapon he would prefer the two most sturdy and tough looking men to be some way away if it failed to work. He needed time either to reload and try again or to get on his horse and scarper.

Claude ordered the passengers out of the carriage and they lined up before him. The debonair Lord Geofrey St John Stevens climbed down from the carriage, a low grumbling emanating from his thick wet lips and his portly frame straining to make the final step from carriage to ground, exacerbated by the podagra gout that riddled his big toe on his left foot. Flushed with anger and embarrassment the aristocrat eyed Claude menacingly, until the flintlock was pushed under his large and bulbous, whiskey sozzled nose.

The stunningly beautiful and elegant Lady Penelope stepped down next, the gallant Claude offering her a hand to ease her way. She thanked him sweetly and demurely and stood next to her husband, her eyes tuned to the ground in a show of modesty. Claude was not fooled for he saw a lusty woman hot for carnal fun when he looked into her face. He brushed her cheek and then allowed his hand to fall to her bosom. He loosened the string that tied her white lace blouse and allowed it to fall open exposing the soft pale white skin of her breast. Claude ran his fingers softly across her bosom and whispered in her ear how he longed to make love to her right there and then.

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Penelope’s cheeks blushed scarlet but inside she felt animated and hot and wanted the highwaymen to have her but instead she feigned shock and outrage and slapped the bandit hard across the face. At this Claude simply pulled down the mask and kissed the lady, a wet and passionate, probing tongued kiss. She pulled back but then responded, her body his for the taking and she kissed back, sensual and slow, a lingering and erotic kiss. Geofrey was incandescent with rage but his cowardice overcame his duty to protect the honour of his young wife.

Claude fought the urge to commandeer the carriage and make love to the girl then and there but he vowed to himself that he would seek her out and have her one day. Quickly placing his mask back on his face he demanded Geofrey’s purse and then he was gone.

We undress another silk stocking story tomorrow featuring the loveable highwayman Claude du Valle, here at Hertfordshire escorts.