The Lady in Green

Thanks to my Beta Carybdis4 of the Armitage Army@Richard Armitage Central.

The Green Lady

chapter 1

So there had been an advantage to having been a young bride to an old husband.

I was 23 and now a widow; married for 5 years to a man old enough to be my grandfather that I was now seeing lowered into his grave. I felt only relief that it was over.

My 3 year-old son James stood by my side and the world lay before me. I had been promised my own choice of husband this time and was determined to have one that pleased me.

Losing my virginity had been a nauseating experience. It and every encounter that followed had haunted me, my old husband mumbling filthy words amongst his dribbling as he poked and prodded my young flesh with yellow nailed fingers. Then the wheezing grunts as he thrust himself between my thighs regardless of and oblivious to my pain, not caring whether or not I had any pleasure. I was a pretty toy and a womb to give him the immortality of a child, not a woman with feelings and needs of my own.

I hoped as we walked away from the grave that a more satisfying future awaited me.

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For 2 years James and I lived with my parents. Father and Mother asked me frequently when I was going to remarry.

'James needs a Father. You, regardless of what you might believe, need a husband.’ Mother told me.

But I was adamant. It would happen when I was ready for it this time.


Father was a Senior Official in Local Government and often had to entertain various high profile visitors to Manchester. A dinner party had been requested for a visiting Italian Aristocrat and he was accompanied by a Diplomat from the British Embassy in Rome. Sir Luke Weston.

I wanted him as soon as he walked through the door and kissed my hand.

‘Good Evening Miss Crawford.’ And he didn't 'say' it, - he purred! A deep, smooth baritone that went through my blood setting it on fire.

He was tall. Over 6 ft I was certain, with long powerful legs reaching up to the most arresting a**e.
I blushed at how often my eye was drawn to it. Not as often as to his face however, that might have been painted by Raphael, it was so beautiful: Blue grey eyes with a gaze of almost indecent directness. Thick chestnut brown hair and a noble Roman nose above a passionate, expressive mouth.

I almost fainted with excitement when I saw that Mama had put me next to Sir Luke at dinner.
I'd never felt so nervous before in my life, my pulse seeming to have diverted to between my legs.

No other man had ever talked to me as though I were a person with opinions. And those blue eyes rested on mine with an indolent warmth as he listened intently to all I had to say. My brain told me that as a diplomat his job meant he had to be a good listener but my heart wouldn't take no for an answer. He was interested in my own self, it told me. I prayed my heart was in the right.

Luke came to see Father several times in the next few weeks and every time he and I snatched a few moments together.

On his 4th visit we kissed for the first time. 23 and never kissed before. I don't imagine my late husband knew how to. But there was no doubt that Luke did. Lips warm and gentle but firm as they slid over mine or sucked at them delicately. Tongue prising me open so it could explore my mouth, coaxing my own virgin organ into a tantalizing dance.

He showed me that kissing was not confined to our mouths and tongues. He spent a wonderful 20 minutes one afternoon rubbing his nose against mine and over my cheeks chin and throat. He kissed my face, my ears, my throat and my neck (front and back). He pressed my eager body against his and I knew how much he wanted me. How VERY much.

Each time I saw him now I began to hold my breath. Would this be the day he proposed?

It happened on a sweet April evening just after Easter as we walked beneath an ancient Oak.
He had to bend to avoid a branch and caught my lips in a kiss in a neat, deliberate movement.

'I can't sleep for thinking about you Millie Crawford.' He groaned against my mouth. ’Marry me and end my torture. You and James will want for nothing.......' He fixed his eyes midnight blue with desire on mine. ' For nothing Millie. I promise...................’

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We married in June on Midsummer's Eve. Our wedding night was a miracle. How different from my first.

I had lost my precious, irreplaceable virginity in the dark. My old husband had blown out the candles then lifted my nightgown under the bedclothes. He had poked a finger around a few times before thrusting his p***k into me. I remember the pain of it still and how he never stopped until he was satisfied. Then he had rolled off me and fallen asleep leaving me weeping alone in the blackness.

Luke had ordered 4 large candlesticks for the bedroom, one at each corner of the bed. In their unsparing light he peeled away my clothes as though getting ready to savour a ripe, juicy fruit.

I tried to pull the covers over myself as his eyes roamed over me. But he took my hands and kissed them moving them away from their task.

'Let me see you.’ He said gently. And I felt as though I were being begged rather than ordered to show myself.................... So I let him. And he studied me in minute detail.

He lifted each breast in his hand showering the soft mounds and aching hard nipples with licks and nibbles, his voice thickly throbbing with lust as he lavished me with endearments.

Long elegant fingers glided teasingly over my flesh waking nerve endings I hardly knew I had into blissful life. He left hardly an inch of my skin unkissed and as he slid 2 fingers inside my p***y I couldn't believe the wetness that was there. The digits glided smoothly in and out and I moaned loudly as his thumb touched a hard engorged bead of flesh hidden beneath my pubic curls.

'Never been touched there before My Sweet?' He asked with a grin and I shook my head unable to speak as his thumb thrummed against it as though playing the harp.

Pleasure like I'd never experienced before crashed over me like a waterfall and I burst into noisy sobs.

Luke said nothing. Just drew me against him letting me pour out my emotion while he stroked and nuzzled my hair. Laying me back amongst the pillows he knelt beside me resting his c*ck against my belly.

'Got to let him introduce himself first.’

I giggled. Hard to be terrified when he lightened the mood like this. I reached out and touched him.

'It's beautiful.’ I said smiling at him in wonder. The long thick shaft hard as bone now; the skin soft as velvet with a silky smooth head that had the merest upward curve. I stroked my fingers across it feeling Luke tremble. His eyes closing with a moaning sigh.

I leaned over to kiss the tip, lapping the bead of moisture there.

'Shall I take him in my mouth?' I asked, surprised by how much I wanted to when I'd always loathed it before.

'Another time darling'. Luke purred. 'It's your p***y he wants right now.’

I made myself comfortable on my back.

‘I'm sorry'. I murmured. 'I'm sorry I'm not a virgin for you.’

He shook his head at that. 'Just a detail. I really don't care. I don't believe any other man has ever truly made love to you. Is that right'. I nodded. 'No one else has made you weep with pleasure?' I shook my head. He bent to kiss me. 'Then there is nothing to be sorry for little maiden.’

Reassured I took him in my hand. ‘Come in then and welcome.’ I whispered guiding him towards my entrance.

It was so easy. The slippery wetness of arousal and being put at relaxed ease meant that there was no pain and I gave my self fully to the pleasure.

It was a raw, sweaty animalistic coupling driven by built up lust. The sounds we both made were animal too interspersed with uninhibited words. Luke assuring me that my pleasure would be as important and enjoyable to him as his own.

'That's it my Angel.’ He groaned as I gave particularly heartfelt moan. 'Tell me how this feels..........You're amazing.........So hot and juicy.’

I lifted my hips to meet an especially long deep thrust that had me trembling and mewling in my second ever orgasm. It was all Luke needed too and he moaned into my ear as he filled me with his seed.

Luke had been honest with me. His work meant that he would have to be away from us for months at a time. 'But in between there'll be time for us to be together.’

We had a month together; Luke and I learned about being man and wife, Luke and James about being Father and Son. At the end of July we bid Luke farewell as he went to Italy for 5 months. We exchanged letters and he promised he would be back to celebrate out first Christmas as a family. As February turned into March Luke set off to France for 4 months. Again we kept in touch by letter although Luke could tell us nothing about his work and the letters came and went via the British Embassy. We talked about ordinary things and as June approached we looked forward to being able to celebrate a whole year as man and wife.

Then at the end of May, disappointment. A letter and parcel arrived from Luke. He would not be with me until 2 days after our wedding anniversary. The British Ambassador held a masked ball every year on Midsummer's Eve and Luke was required to attend.

’I can't tell you enough how sorry I am that I won't be with you on our most important day My Darling.’
He wrote, ’But I will be with you as soon afterwards as humanly possible. In the mean time I'm sending you a token of my love for you..................’

I opened the parcel. It was a necklace of diamonds and emeralds. A beautiful thing. But all I could think of was my longing for Luke to be here to see me wear them.

Then I re read the letter.......A masked ball ?..........If Luke could not be with me on our anniversary could I perhaps go to him ? I sat down and wrote a letter to the wife of the British Ambassador in Paris.