Rupert Giles was a happy man. He walked to college most days now just to clear his head of the night´s events. He let his mind wander back to those nights. He liked to be there. The scents and sounds of pleasure and pain at the hands of his leather–clad Mistress.

He stopped briefly at the curb and crossed the street. Where was he? Ah, yes. She wasn´t tall was she? She just seemed so because of those delicious heels. He shivered, suddenly aware of the thumping ache in his loins. Her face was hard, it had a timeless crystalline beauty all its own. He had never seen her smile. He unlocked the library door and smiled to himself. When someone´s sitting on your face you don´t notice anything but the task in hand. He gently eased the task in hand into a more comfortable position.

The door opened. Abigail was there as usual, before him. He gazed at her for a moment drinking in her body, the swell of her breasts beneath her scoop neck sweater and her pencil skirt, which hugged her hips so suggestively. It was of a modest length. She was wearing heels today. She smiled hello and raised her eyebrow in a silent question.

"Morning Abigail, I´ll have tea please." He put his case on the floor under his desk and hung his jacket on the back of his chair.

Abigail brought in the tray. Morning tea had become a ritual between them. It was a time when they could discuss the events of the previous evening. Today she didn´t want to discuss. She was after an entirely different type of intercourse.

Giles was looking over his notes for his lecture that morning. He had an hour to spare. He took a swallow of his tea.

"Mr. Giles?"

"Hmmm?" He glanced up and saw Abigail. She had taken off her skirt and sweater and was standing before him wearing only her high heels, stockings with suspenders and a ´come-hither´ smile. His mouth was dry despite the tea he´d just swallowed.

"Close the door?" She purred. He got up and quickly obeyed, turning the key in the lock and pulling down the blind.

He felt her soft breasts press against his back as her hands snaked round his waist to unfasten his trousers. She freed his erection and grasped him firmly stroking up and down until a pearl of pre-cum appeared at the tip. Giles was motionless. He concentrated on the sensations ripping through his body. He stepped out of his trousers and boxers and turned round to face her. He caressed her waist and smoothed up to her breasts. He cupped one squeezing it gently while he teased and sucked at the other´s nipple.

Abigail gasped and closed her eyes. She swayed as he knelt down before her and gently parted her legs. He stroked his hands from the heels of her shoes to her stocking tops. His cock jumped and throbbed, ´seamed stockings!´ He stifled a groan of lust by diving into her muff. He held her tightly to his mouth while she ground herself above him. She came, coating his tongue with her juices.

He playfully snapped her suspenders causing her to jump. She stepped away from him and sat down on the couch her pussy making a wet patch on the seat. She leaned forward and undid his shirt and peeled it away from his body. There it was! Her second favourite part of him. She lifted her leg and pressed her heel into his nipple.

"Kiss the heel, Mr.Giles." She moved her other shoe, extending her leg so he could take it into his mouth. This was almost too much! The smell of the leather, the texture and metallic tang of the heel in his mouth as he sucked at it. His mouth left the heel and he gripped her ankle, he extended his tongue to lick hotly up the seam of her stockings. The pressure on his chest dropped away and he guided her leg back and up to finish his journey buried in her pussy. She clamped her legs round his head forcing him to go deeper. She smelled spicey and tasted sweet. His ears were hot and sensitive; silky stocking tops were caressing them. With a few more slow licks to her clit he had her coming round his tongue. Her legs became slack and he kissed his way down her other leg. He smiled at her flushed face.

"Ready?"

She nodded lying full–length on the couch. He lay down next to her on his side. She hooked her leg over his hip affording him quick entry and making sure she could control him with her heel pressed against his back. She was impaled with one swift thrust and he groaned in satisfaction. At last a scabbard for his sword. They found an easy rhythm but with the pressure of time on them, they were soon thrashing in the throes of their shared orgasm. With a creak and a groan the couch collapsed, throwing them off and onto the floor. Giles grabbed her closer and rolled to stop her from being hurt. Abigail began to laugh. He looked at the broken couch and patted its battered arm.

"Poor Old Girl, I´ve had that couch a long time…" He strained to see the clock on the wall. "Time!" He exclaimed, "I´m late!" He kissed Abigail softly and she sucked and nipped at his tongue. She licked his lips tasting herself there and speared her tongue into his mouth. He sucked it in savouring its sweetness. He felt himself beginning to respond. He parted from her reluctantly.

"I´ve got to go Luv, I´m sorry. See you for lunch?" He whispered. She nodded and got dressed while he collected his clothes and dressed hurriedly. He unlocked the office door and glanced back at Abigail she had the tray in her hands and a big smile on her face. He opened the door and collided with Willow.

"Willow! What are you doing here?" He was shocked by her presence just behind the door. She hadn´t heard anything had she?

"Giles, I just came to see where you were. You´re late y´know. Oh hi Abigail."

"Good Morning, Willow. Mr. Giles and I were just having tea. I´m afraid we lost track of the time. I´ll see you at lunch Mr.Giles."

Giles shot off to his lecture with Willow in tow she had to run to keep up. When he got to the lecture room he realised he´d forgotten his notes on his desk and was going to have to ´wing it´

"My apologies, ladies and gentlemen, for my lateness. I was waylaid." He took a breath. "Chaucer: The Canterbury Tales who´s heard of him?" Luckily a couple of hands were raised… So his morning continued.

By lunchtime he was gasping for tea but Abigail met him at the main door and took him out of the building. Eventually he stopped protesting and just enjoyed the walk. He liked the way the faculty and students looked at them. They were a couple. It was a long time since he´d had that feeling. Abigail stopped in front of a shop, a tattooist. He wheeled her away.

"One tattoo´s enough for me. Thank you." She wheeled him back around.

"She also does piercing…" Abigail cajoled. At last he relented and they went in not noticing the small sign in the window. ´Erotic piercing, while you wait.´

An uncomfortable hour later. Abigail and Giles spilled out of the shop and exploded into giggles. He grabbed her, kissing her deeply her breast rubbed against his new nipple ring. He hissed and she pulled away.

"Still sore?" She asked playing with the ring. He groaned.

"Works, don´t it?" she said smiling.

"How´s yours?" His hand drifted down toward her pussy and stroked through the material of her skirt. She moaned.

"Works, don´t it?" He mocked her.

"Mr.Giles…Take me home?" Abigail pouted at him and he did as he was told.

The End. Next adventure Dominique.

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