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to feed her another, the sweet flavour enhanced by the crisp, sparkling wine. He pushed her back onto the rug and moved against her, kissing her passionately; she could feel his hardening cock touching her leg as she responded to his kisses. Reaching down together, they removed her jeans; he opened her shirt and gazed at the confection of underwear.
    “Lovely,” he said, “don’t move.”
    Smiling to herself, Eleanor kept still on the rug, which felt soft beneath her naked skin, cooling in the slight breeze.
    Dipping his hand into the basket, he produced a long feather. Using the tip, starting at the base of her throat and travelling between her breasts, he slowly drew a long line down her body. He paused at her panties, tapping the feather against the sheer cloth.
    “Take them off,” he commanded.
    Helplessly, Eleanor obeyed.
    “Open your legs,” he said, moving the tip of the feather over the top of her trimmed bush, tickling the opening of her cunt, causing her to squirm.
    Kneeling between her legs, he used his left hand to open the lips of her cunt, holding the feather in his right; he slowly inserted it until she could feel it high up inside her. Encouraged by her small squeal of pleasure, Matthew began turning the feather around and around so that it tickled the inner walls of her cunt. She arched her back while he relentlessly rotated the feather, he could sense her determination to get a hand to her clit, and it was clear that she wanted to masturbate, desperate to come.
    “Keep your hands by your sides,” he ordered, working on her, drawing the feather slowly out of her cunt and reinserting it, pausing to release his cock from its confinement, he held it firmly in his other hand.
    “Raise yourself up and open your eyes.”
    Obeying him, Eleanor rested on her elbows, watching him masturbate as he continued to use the feather on her.
    “Touch yourself.”
    Thrilled to oblige, she reclined, moved her fingers down towards her aching clit as he slowly trailed the soaking feather back up her body pushing the tip of it into her mouth for her to taste while they masturbated.
    “Do you want me inside you?” he asked.
    “Yes,” she gasped, throbbing with lust, the lingering taste of her cunt on her tongue.
    “Beg me.”
    “Please fuck me, Matthew, please, I want you inside me now.”
    He entered her with one hard thrust, the feather falling to the ground beside her head; she kept her fingers on her clit masturbating as he pushed into her harder and faster. She could feel her orgasm approaching as she touched her clit using small, circular caresses with one hand, clutching the back of his neck with the other, and his skin felt hot to her touch. She reached orgasm in the few seconds before he shot his spunk into her with a grunt of satisfaction. Spent, his cock softened and slipped out of her cunt, followed by a rush of cum, which soaked the inside of her thighs.
    Pouring the last of the Champagne into their glasses, Matthew quietly toasted her before tidying everything away. Walking back the way they had come, they headed to their respective homes, arranging their next meeting as they parted. She had invited him to dinner at her place for the following evening and was already looking forward to it as she hurried home, flushed from sex and Champagne.
    Goodness knows how I’ll do a day’s work tomorrow she thought as she let herself into her house, she had a shift which she wouldn’t be able to swap, the hospital was understaffed as it was. She had better press her uniform tonight, she wouldn’t have time the next day before early turn, and at least she’d be home by four, which would leave plenty of time to prepare. The answerphone was flashing, but she couldn’t be bothered to check it, that’ll wait until tomorrow she decided as she ran her nightly bath.
    The next day, Eleanor arrived home from work laden with shopping, determined to cook a fabulous meal. She had no time to lose, Matthew was due at