Buying the Virgin

Chapter 82: The Girl Who Came Back - Chapter Thirty-Eight

I watch the crane swinging a girder into position, with much hand signalling and shouting from a hard-

hatted man below.

“Does it feel exciting?” I ask my Master.

He grins. “It does actually. The pilings and foundations have been in for a few weeks, but this is the first

part of the actual structure.”

“How long will it take?”

He rocks his hand. “Should be more or less complete by the time you’re back at Christmas.”

“And your beautiful bridge will join the old and the new parts of the City.”

He gazes down at me. “Do I detect a philosophical edge to that?”

Slipping my fingers into his hand. “You’ve been my bridge between the Old and the New…”

He says nothing, but kisses me softly, a hand on my cheek. Then, “Michael should be turning up soon.

We thought you might like to go out for dinner this evening….”

“A farewell party?”

“We won’t see each other for a few weeks.”

“I’ll come back some weekends.”

“I know, but you can’t do too much of it. You need to knuckle down to work once you’re back at

college…. Ah, here he is….”

A van pulls up, white and be-logo’ed; ‘Life and Fitness’.

Michael gets out, rubbing his arms, blowing into his hands. “Summer’s definitely over.”

“It’s not that cold,” I say.

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I notice his expression, amused. “Something wrong?” I ask.

“I’ve never seen you in a hard hat and steel-toed boots before.”

My Master snorts a laugh. “Get used to it.” Then he gets called away, one of the men shouting

questions at him, waving papers.

Michael leans my way, speaking quietly. “You know, you’re giving me fantasies in that outfit that never

occurred to me before.”

“What?” I laugh. “Dressed like this?”

He grabs my hand, pulling me with him. “But….” I wave towards my Master.

“He’s happy. Leave him with it for a while.”

He pulls me towards the van, opening the doors, his eyes dancing as he head-points me inside.

“Michael….” I protest. “What if someone notices?”

“Then move quickly, so they don’t. Get inside.”

I climb in, and he pulls the doors closed behind us. The van is half filled with large cartons and boxes.

“What is all this stuff?”

“Gym equipment. We’re expanding.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that.”

“I intend to be able to support my wife in the manner she deserves….” He smiles at my expression,

then slaps me on the rump. “Bend over, woman.”

“I don’t think there’s room for me to undress in here.”

“No need, just bend over, that crate’s about right.”

I bend forward, to feel Michael tugging at my belt, pulling my jeans and panties down to my knees.

“Ah, that’s a fine sight. Love the boots,” he comments, fingering at me, rubbing my clit. “Let’s just get

you warmed up, eh…?”

He’s succeeding. This impromptu romance has set my pussy growling, and already I’m running warm

and wet. He probes me with a couple of fingers, rubbing at my g-spot. I gasp, and he claps a hand over

my mouth.

“That’ll do nicely.” There is the rasp of a zipper, and, parting my lips with his fingers, he pushes inside

me, test-thrusting a couple of times as he opens me up.

Stooping slightly over me, so we are in a kind of ‘spoons’ position, he eases in and out of me. His

movement feels restrained.

“You okay?” I ask, squeezing the words between little ‘Oooohhs’ and ‘Aaahhhhs’ as he works my clit.

“Mmmm… just trying not to rock the van. Don’t want that seen from the outside.”

I giggle, then gasp, as my cunt spasms into climax. As orgasms go, it’s not huge, but, bending over, my

face pressed against the cardboard, Michael fucking me from behind, it’s fun. His hand clasped over

my mouth, he mutters, “You’re not supposed to laugh when I’m fucking you…. It makes a man worry

about the effect he’s having.”

Still thrusting, he comments, “You know, there’s a lot to be said for tumbling with you all night, visiting

the clubs, and being able to fuck you for hours on end…. but there’s nothing quite like the sheer

satisfaction of….” he grunts, “…. the quickie…” He groans and presses tightly over me, hips grinding.

A shudder, and he pulls free of me, wipes me with a bit of tissue, tugs up my panties and my jeans, and

belts me up again. He pecks me on the cheek. “C’mon, before anyone notices.”

We step outside. No-one has noticed. No-one is looking…

All eyes are on the struts being eased into position over the chasm of the river. My Master is there,

shouting instructions up to the operator in the crane-cab.

Michael watches. “It’s a hell of a thing he’s building there, isn’t it? I’m looking forward to seeing the end

result.”

“Yes, with the bridge built, the work this side of the river can start in earnest. Right now, everything has

to take the long way around. It’s a good five-mile round trip through side streets and traffic. Once the

bridge is finished, the two halves of the City will be properly connected again.”

My Master waves up at the operator, giving him a thumbs-up, then walks to join us, standing next to

me.

“Going well?” asks Michael.

“Just teething problems. I’m going to get another geologist’s survey done for some parts of the river

bed, but yes, it’s going well.”

He pauses, nostrils flaring. He looks down at me, eyes widening. “How…?”

Michael grins, unrepentant.

My Master looks around wildly, at the landscape of rubble around us. “Where….?”

Michael eye-points the van.

My Master shakes his head. “Can’t turn my back for a minute….”

*****

“We thought we might go out for the day, Charlotte,” says my Master. “A last day together before you

go back to college.”

“I’d like that. Where are we going?”

“Into the mountains, to the hotel.”

“That’s where we went for our first ‘last day’.”

“So it is.”

We drive up into the mountains to the old hotel, with a table booked in the restaurant, by the huge

picture window which looks down over the lake.

“What do you think of this place, Charlotte?” asks Michael, as we eat our meal.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? What’s not to like? I know it’s a bit run down, but what a gorgeous spot…. Why do

you ask?”

“Because I’m thinking of buying it.”

I choke on my mouthful of salad. “Buying it? What for?”

“It’s not making money as a plain hotel. but I think it would as a spa hotel, and the owners are willing to

sell. What do you think?”

“Spa hotel? Jacuzzis, pamper weekends, that sort of thing?”

“Ah-ha. Yes….”

“Should think you’d have them queuing up. Why don’t you try asking Elizabeth what she thinks? She’s

the type that would use it. And she’s got friends who would too.”

“I’m asking you.”

“Um, well it seems like a good idea to me, but I’m hardly an expert…”

“You finished eating that?”

“Mmm, yes.”

He grabs my hand. “Come with me.” He leads me out of the hotel and around the back, into the riotous

mess of the overgrown back gardens. My Master follows, silently.

“No-one’s done anything with these gardens for years,” I comment. “You’d have a lot of work on.”

“True,” says Michael, succinctly.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

We follow a tiny track through trees, dodging brambles and thorns as we go. It opens into a clearing,

looking down the mountainside to the lake. The view is familiar. “Is this where we came…?”

“Yes, it is. That’s the view of the lake from the other end.”

“Why are we here?”

“Look…” He turns back from the lake, pointing...