Mr Bennet's house was 15 mins out of town and as I drove there I wondered if I'd get a tip. His house was huge, dark stone, detached, down a long driveway, massive gardens, more like grounds. He must have heard or seen me coming, he was at the front door when I arrived. He told me to take the parcels into the drawing room and as soon as I put them down he started opening them, getting more and more tetchy as he unpacked each one. Eventually when he'd opened them all he said something was missing. I apologised, went to the van and brought back the small package from the front seat. I handed it to him and turning his back he said if I wanted a drink to get one from the kitchen. I poured a glass of water, looked through his fridge ...... lots of nice food and wine though I thought he lived alone. As I went back to the drawing room I stopped and looking through the crack in the door I saw Mr Bennet holding the red briefs I'd been wearing earlier in the shop, up to his face and inhaling deeply, eyes closed. I crept back to the kitchen and after a few moments went back to the drawing room making more noise so he'd hear me. I thanked him for the drink and said I'd be off. He reached across, put his hand on my forearm and said 'Wait a moment, I'd like you to do something for me ...... I've rang Norman and he said it'd be ok.' I assumed he wanted me to take something in the van for him but looking at the red briefs he said 'I'd like you to slip these on again for me .......... Norman said you'd be ok with that.' I didn't know what to say. Part of me was pissed that Norman hadn't even discussed it with me ...... part of me was flattered and getting horny at the idea. He still had his hand on my forearm, looking at me, pleadingly. I didn't speak, just took the briefs from him, went into the kitchen stripped off and slipped them on.

When I came back into the room he was sitting on a sofa, drink in hand. He was still wearing his tweed suit, shirt, tie, leather shoes. He murmured and raised his eyebrows when he saw me ..... waved his hand indicating I give him a twirl then beckoned me closer. He had a very arrogant air about him ...... expected to get what he wanted when he wanted .... I stood so close my legs were against his knees. I had my hands behind my back standing to attention...... my young body taut, tanned. He sat there gulping his drink staring at my body, slowly looking me up and down, his eyes resting on my cock in the smooth fabric, a mound where the semi hard shaft moved when I made it twitch, my balls encased in the ciré ........ 'Turn around' he said and as I stood with my back to him I could feel his breath on my cheeks. He told me to walk around as he watched....he didn't even touch himself....or me..... and after walking round the room a couple of times I opened the doors and stepped out onto the patio.

It was a warm summers' evening and as he followed me clutching his drink, I walked over to a set of chairs and sank into the cushion of a large outdoor armchair. He sat in the chair next to me, hunching forward so he was closer. I sat back enjoying the warm sun on my naked body, eyes closed. I felt his hand on my leg stroking me, gently, delicately and I heard him whisper 'You're beautiful'. I pulled my cock from the leg of the briefs ...... I was already hard, the posing and parading around had turned me on and being outdoors, naked in the warm air looking across the fields was really making me horny. I began to wank very slowly, rolling my foreskin back and forth, my balls still inside the briefs, the head of my cock wet with precum. With my other hand I pulled my balls free of the briefs and as I sat there my cock and balls totally exposed to the gaze of this middle aged man he said 'That's magnificent'. I started to wank faster, cupping my balls, reaching up I twisted and tugged my nipples ...... he was biting his bottom lip as he watched. He dropped to his knees forcing himself between my open legs, his face inches from my cock as I wanked it ....... he stared at it transfixed, his mouth open, licking his lips, his hands on my thighs now. I kept wanking it then tucking it back inside the briefs and stroking the bulge my cock and balls made ........ watching his face all the time ........ I could feel his body weight against my legs as he tried to get closer and closer ........ I'd pull it out, it was now like a poker, absolutely rigid, push it towards his face, hold it there erect then let it fall back slapping my stomach ....... tuck it back inside, pull it out ........ offer it but deny him ....... then when I sensed him getting restless I leaned back in the chair spread my knees wide apart and tossed myself hard and fast. His hands were squeezing my thighs now and I could feel his hot breath on my balls he was so close ........ I actually wanted him to suck my balls but decided to keep denying him ....... tossing my reddened cock hard now I raised my hips off the chair ....... he slipped his hands underneath me cupping my cheeks holding me up, taking my weight ..... and as he kissed my thighs I shot a load of spunk all over my belly and tits tossing it until I'd drained my balls. He lowered me back into the chair and I put my head back, closed my eyes. I felt his hand on my tits, wiping the cum off them and when I opened my eyes he had his hand in his mouth cleaning the cum from it. He wiped the cum from my body, licking his hands clean and as I stood I slipped the briefs off, noticed they'd been splashed with my cum and handed them to him. He held them to his face, sniffing them licking the cum from them.

I got dressed and on my way to the van he stopped me at the door and said he'd call Norman and tell him I deserved a bonus. He invited me back telling me to call round anytime.

The following day in the shop Charles asked if everything had gone ok with Mr Bennet's delivery. Norman was behind him and just looked at me and smiled. I was loving this job.

Part 4 to follow........

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