Cornish Cream

By Steve Geoffreys

Prepare yourself for an erotic roller-coaster of a read from the very first chapter in the novel Cornish Cream by Steve Geoffreys. In the story a lottery winning couple, Jeff and Sarah Stevenson rent a cottage in Cornwall, England for their first anniversary and to act out their own top ten sex fantasies on each other. But, when they arrive back home in London after their debauched week away a nasty surprise drops through their letterbox. The owner of the cottage, Lord Smedley has sent them a rather large bill that will rock their perfect world if they don't pay up. It opens a can of worms and during the drama that ensues, surprises and revelations surface that bring on a final twist.

• Language: English
• Publisher: House of Erotica
• Release date: Mar 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781781662267

Book preview

1988.

Chapter One

Jeff’s thumbs teased at the cork of the bottle of Tattinger Champagne. Sarah sat at the dining table with her fingers in her ears. The cork popped and narrowly missed the crystal chandelier, bounced off the high ceiling of their Georgian townhouse, and landed near to one of their original Tiffany table lamps. Sarah squealed in delight as the millions of bubbles ejaculated over the bottle’s neck and down Jeff’s hands.

‘Happy anniversary darling.’ Grinned Jeff as he filled two Champagne flutes and placed the bottle back into the solid silver ice bucket.

‘Yes, our first anniversary. What present have you got for me? You do know that it has got to be paper for a first anniversary present don’t you?’ Sarah asked as Jeff handed her the glass.

‘It is paper yes, but you will need to down that glass and remain sitting down when I give it to you.’ Jeff smirked one of his knowing smiles. Sarah frowned her usual way that she did when he said something to confuse, bewilder, or intrigue her.

‘Oh my god, it’s not a divorce petition for me to sign is it? Just because you won all that money, you want to trade me in for a much younger model don’t you?’ She asked before gulping down half the glass. Jeff laughed loudly.

‘Don’t be ridiculous. I would not trade you in for all the money in the world. You’re one in a million.’

‘One in eight million eight hundred thousand four hundred and sixty nine pounds don’t you mean?’ Sarah added.

‘Not forgetting the fifty seven pence let alone the interest that is accruing on a daily basis!’ Jeff chipped in. Sarah emptied her glass and Jeff went to top it up again.

‘Trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me are you?’ Jeff just winked and poured away.

‘Anyway, I have just emptied my glass so where is my present?’ She asked with a hiccup.

Jeff opened a drawer on the dining table where the solid silver cutlery was kept and handed a gift wrapped parcel to Sarah. She took it and felt it in a mock curiosity.

‘Mmmh let me guess, is it a book. Is it that new romance novel I mentioned a couple of weeks ago?’

‘Why don’t you open it and find out.’ Jeff told her as he topped her glass up then his own. Sarah opened it to reveal an expensive leather bound journal.

‘The first page is, well,… compelling reading.’ Jeff nodded reassuringly before taking a copious sip of Champagne. Sarah opened the cover and her eyes widened, closely followed by her jaw dropping.

‘Jeff’s top ten fantasies that he would like to do with Sarah!’ She blurted out on reading the first line at the top of the page. Jeff grinned widely as he watched her slowly read down the list and blush.

‘Phew, hot stuff! Not sure about numbers five seven and nine though. Think that I would have to be feeling very naughty to do those, or very drunk. Or maybe both very drunk and very naughty. There is one thing about your list that baffles me somewhat though?’ Sarah shrugged.

‘Oh really, so what is that then?’ Jeff enquired, rubbing his jaw line.

‘I am curious as to why you have not listed a threesome with me and another woman on your fantasy list?’ Pondered Sarah, eyes narrowing in an attempt to psyche Jeff out.

‘That would be because I know how much you hate the thought of having sex with another woman as much as you hate the thought of me having sex with another man. And besides, the threesome thing may well be most men’s top fantasy, but most men cannot even satisfy one woman, so what the hell kind of chance of fulfillment is he going to have with two women?’ Jeff stated in the manner of a philosopher.

Sarah’s face cheeks were almost crimson with a mixture of the alcohol and the arousal that the fantasy list had conjured up in her mind. But it was burning brightest from the secrets that she was currently keeping from him.

‘Since you so put it that way, yes. I can see why you left that one off your list.’ Sarah fanned her face with her hands in the manner of a TV reality star that assumed they were some sort of A-list celebrity diva.

‘So, where is your present for me then? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten our anniversary?’

‘It’s hidden upstairs actually, I’ve not had time to wrap it yet.’ Sarah told him as she stood up from the table.

‘Sounds intriguing. Are you going to go and get it for me now then? Jeff enquired with raised eyebrows.

‘Yes, wait there. Top your glass up.’ Sarah told him as she sauntered off to the stairs, her hips swaying in an overtly seductive way. Jeff watched her walk away knowing that Sarah knew he would be staring at her sexy bum.

‘Stop staring at my bum and don’t get any ideas about following me upstairs, you will spoil the surprise.’ Sarah said half over her shoulder.

‘I can’t wait for our week away in that cottage in Cornwall.’ Jeff enthused.

‘So that you can do your naughty fantasy list?’ Sarah asked as she turned to go upstairs.

‘The views are breathtaking down there, but so is your bum when you walk.’ Remarked Jeff.

‘Flattery might get you everywhere. I’ll call you up when your present is wrapped and ready.’ Sarah sexily winked as she ascended the stairs.

Jeff had a feeling that she was going to treat him to one of the fantasies off his list. Then doubt set in at the possibility of that unless she was a mind reader or had found the journal that Jeff had stashed in the wine cellar days earlier.

He sat at the table for what seemed like an age. It must have been over fifteen minutes since Sarah went upstairs. He glanced at his diamond encrusted Rolex watch then shouted upstairs to ask if she was alright. He got no reply. Just as he was about to get up from the table and go to the bottom of the stairs to shout up, he received a text message on his mobile. He removed the phone from his Ralph Lauren shirt pocket, it was a text off Sarah… It’s wrapped now and in the bedroom. You will have to come up for it. I won’t be able to manage getting it down the stairs. Jeff frowned, bemused as much as he was confused, he made his way upstairs to the master bedroom.

As he walked along the landing to the bedroom door he heard Sarah let out a naughty giggle followed by another hiccup. The bedroom door was slightly ajar a few inches but not enough to see the bed. Jeff slowly pushed the door open with the palm of his hand and saw the four poster bed his eyes widened and he stood bolt upright, rooted to the spot.

‘Very original, what a nice surprise!’ He smiled broadly as he eyed the gift wrapped present before him. Sarah was on her back on the bed, she had made a makeshift short dress out of a roll of gift wrap paper, it was held together at the sides with sellotape and a pink ribbon around her waist, tied off in a bow. A gap ran down each side of Sarah’s heavenly body. Jeff observed she was not wearing any underwear.

‘Are you going to unwrap your special anniversary present then?’ She asked biting on her middle finger suggestively as she stared at Jeff’s increasing bulge in his Armani jeans. Jeff didn’t need asking twice. He walked over to the bed, placed his glass down on the bedside cabinet top and began to rip open the paper like a kid with his Xbox on a Christmas morning. All that was left of the gift wrapping was the pink ribbon around Sarah’s waist. Jeff left it on her, it kind of suited her in a somewhat kinky way. Sarah began to tug at his belt hungrily.

Within seconds Jeff was on top of Sarah. Her knees high and wide, her ankles wrapped around his waist as he pounded away inside her in long hard deep thrusts. Jeff reached for his Champagne glass and poured the contents over Sarah’s breasts. The shock of the unexpected action and the ice cold Champagne made her gasp. Her nipples became even harder, she tightened around Jeff’s hard shaft as he began to lick and slurp the spilled Champagne off her. They came together in raptures. Jeff collapsed breathless on top of her, his heart pounding, sweat rolling down to his lower back.

‘Happy anniversary darling.’ Sarah breathily panted in his ear.

Jeff’s mobile began to ring, he slid off the bed and fumbled amongst the heap of discarded clothes. He looked at phone’s screen to see who was calling, the word Anonymous flashed away at him.

‘This had better be important!’ Jeff said before answering it.

‘Hello, who is this?’

‘Mr Jeffrey Stevenson?’

‘Yes speaking, who are you? Who gave you my number? If you’re selling anything I am not interested?’ Jeff asked standing upright and turning to Sarah.

‘It’s Smedley here, Lord Gordon Smedley. You gave me this number to contact you. I am just ringing to confirm you still want the cottage for next week?’

‘Yes of course. Did you get the card transaction for the deposit from my Black American Express card into your bank account?’ Sarah began to make her way on her hands and knees to the edge of the bed like a predatory tigress. She opened her mouth and reached for Jeff’s semi-hard shaft. Jeff shaked his head at her and frowned to say no. But it was too late, she already had a firm grip on him and was not going to let him go.

‘I haven’t checked my account balance yet, but I will take your word for it. You sound like a trustworthy sort of chappie. So what time shall we be expecting you at Disdale Manor to collect the keys for the cottage on Monday?’ Lord Smedley asked before taking a sip of expensive malt whiskey and eyeing Valentina, his twenty three year old Romanian hired maid, cook and cleaner and most recent secret lover. She was bending over in front of him in the short French maid’s outfit he had insisted she wore whilst working in the Manor house.

‘Hang on a minute, I’ll just ask my w……ife.’ The moment Jeff said the word wife Sarah had taken him in her mouth, using her tongue expertly. There was no way she could answer any questions in her current state other than hum a yes or no tone. She was brought up that was rude to speak with her mouth full. Jeff cupped his hand over the phone and looked down at Sarah who was looking up at him with her big green eyes, her cheeks sucked in. She held up her hands, fingers open to display the number ten, then followed by one finger to make it eleven.

‘E,….eleven, depends on the traffic out of London.’ Jeff speedily said.

‘Excellent,… Oh, and could you bring the rest of the rent money in cash on Monday?’ Smedley enquired.

‘I’ll see what I can do. Anyway, got to go now, something has come u,…uup! Bye for now.’ Jeff quickly rang off.

‘You are a very naughty girl doing that while I was on the phone. Turn around and kneel on the edge of the bed. I’m going to have to spank you.’ Sarah smiled wryly and assumed the position.

‘Is that all you’re going to do, spank me?’ She asked over her shoulder.

‘No, this as well.’ Jeff entered her to the hilt and gave her a light slap on her callipygian cheeks with both hands before gripping her around the waist. His thumbs slid under the pink ribbon and he admired the artistic detail of the rose tattoo on her lower back.

‘Are going to think of your top ten fantasies to do to me whilst we’re away in Cornwall?’Jeff asked as he began to build up a rhythm, slapping his lower stomach against Sarah’s bum cheeks and sending shock waves over their peachy roundness.

‘Well, I have just done one with the paper dress, but I am sure I could think of another nine between now and when we get to the cottage tomorrow.’ She gasped out as Jeff increased his speed and length of thrusting.

‘I am sure you could think of another ninety before then. You never cease to surprise or amaze me with your unpredictability.’ Jeff said as he looked down at his shaft sliding in and out of Sarah. Little did he know that in just over a weeks’ time he was in for a few big surprises.

‘I think I will give Liz a quick ring, she can help me choose some sexy lingerie for our naughty break.’ Sarah said reaching for phone on the bedside table…

‘What?… You are going to ring her now whilst we are having sex? Jeff stopped mid-thrust in complete bewilderment.

‘Yes, keep up the good work behind me. It’s only a quick call. Besides which, how do you know it isn’t a fantasy off my list I am compiling in my head? A phone conversation to someone whilst being shagged senseless from behind?’ Sarah asked over her shoulder as she speed-dialled Liz. Jeff resumed his thrusting but in a slow gentle manner so as not to make Sarah give away tell-tale gasps whilst talking to Liz.

Within five seconds of Sarah having dialled Liz the call was answered. It was as if Liz was half expecting the call, or at least was on call away from her shift as a detective inspector for Scotland Yard. Jeff was getting somewhat concerned and envious of the amount of time Sarah was spending with Liz since the lottery win. But, they were old public schoolgirls and university bosom buddies. Birds of a feather, as thick as thieves in their own kind of sisterhood.

Jeff had become somewhat slightly paranoid since winning the millions and not without undue cause or reason either. All sorts of old friends and former acquaintances had come out of the woodwork once they had got wind down the jungle grapevine of his sudden inheritance. Begging letters in the post, emails, phone calls and texts messages out of the blue on his mobile from old school friends, work colleagues and as far back as friends he had on the rough council estate where he grew up. They had all managed one way or the other to track him down. The only person apart from his lovely wife Sarah he could trust was his life-long friend John Cortney. They went back a long way together, childhood friends that were more like brothers. John left school with a couple of O levels and went straight into the Army where he eventually became a SAS commando. Jeff drifted from one dead-end job to another, including the one he was doing before he won the money which was working as a shelf stacker for a large supermarket chain…

‘Yes,… O.K,… Sounds good,… See you there in an hour.’ Were all the words that Jeff got to hear of the conversation Sarah was having with Liz whilst being penetrated by him. Jeff suddenly found the idea of Liz listening in on a hot sex session quite a turn-on. He disliked Liz anyway, they had a clash of personalities and her acid-tongued comments and snide remarks that she made to him before he won the money were enough for any man to bear a grudge. He increased his speed and rhythm of thrusting to the point of slapping his stomach against her buttocks again in a bid to get Sarah to hang up and pay some attention to the session. Jeff felt a light tickling against his shaft from Sarah’s fingers. She had slid her spare hand between her cleft and had started to tickle her clit, yet still carrying on a clipped monosyllabic conversation with Liz between gasps and moans of ecstasy.

Jeff could not believe Sarah was talking to Liz on the phone and bringing herself to the point of orgasm at the same time.