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274 Visiting a Yorkshire lady. Pt2
They sat talking most of the afternoon, filling in the inevitable gaps while they had the time together reinforced by sandwiches and her home-made cake.
She pealed spuds, and prepared vegetables, for the main meal of the day, as they sat surrounded by the smell of a steak and k**ney pudding in the oven. He fetched a bottle of wine from the car, a present for Sharon, and some beer for Mark and himself, while he was away Mary slipped away and returned in a flowery summer frock and had just returned to the kitchen when Sharon returned from her husband`s aunts home. Sharon turned out to be as bubbly as he expected, a wide smile nicely proportioned body fantastic tits and a ready wit, he gave her the present, a large wrapped box of chocolates, and she kissed him thank you just as Mark appeared at the door, a big grin on his face and luckily the comment “ah caught you…” then a peal of laughter and a proffered hand that had a good strong grip along with the sparkling eyes, told of a great sense of humour!”
The lad was a fit chap, athletic, an energetic 40ish bloke whom our hero had spoken with these last few years on E mail but had never so far met.
The beer was most acceptable, and after washing up they sat for the meal, simple tasty fare, melt in the mouth pastry, washed down with beer and wine for the ladies
Mary served the food, then sat, her back to the stove, Sharon to her right slipping the finished dishes into the nearby sink, the two men opposite their respective partners. Before the main course was over, Eddy suddenly became aware of a stockinged foot gently rubbing his right leg, evocative and gentle the foot slowly rose up the trousered leg till without any hint by the foots owner the afters were served, doing anything but eating, the foot found his genitalia. Still the reluctant tool failed to stiffen, but oh boy the effects were most appreciated by the recipient. Mary`s face didn’t show any reaction whatso ever, still she chatted about the weather and other frippery, as her toes beat a tattoo on his flaccid tool. Then suddenly it ceased and the temptress stood turned and began fetching from the oven the most divine looking apple pie, Sharon clearing away the plates and Mary with a deft hand slipping sections of the sumptuous pie onto plates and drowning them in thick custard from a jug.
The ladies retook their places, but Eddy not to be outdone had slipped off his right shoe. As she sat his foot slid up and under the flowery dress. There was a millisecond of shocked glance then the angelic face settled back to the `more normal sitting eating dinner face that hid every emotion, the voice asking about aunt Charlotte, and her well- being.
The toes of Eddy`s big foot slid on, the legs parting as they discussed the aunts needs at the shop, Sharon having fetched a shopping list from her. it was with some surprise that eddy`s sock found, no thin panty protecting the damp sex of his opposite number, the big toe slid between the soft folds of Mary`s sex, her face was a picture for just an instant, but luckily Sharon was pouring more custard for Mark and the look was unnoticed.
Mary scowled at Eddy as if to say stop it, desist, cease but he shook his head and wriggled his toes, grinning and commenting on the weather, and the dust. Mark saying that he had had to fetch water during the day as it had been so hot.
Mary always a sensitive lady was by now feeling the stress, her damp sex having become wet sex as the relentless toes gently but firmly kept up their invasion, the big toe slipping deep into her actual cavity, accompanied with the indrawing of her breath. Quick thinking had her coughing to cover the involuntary sound, and Sharon unknowing, was soon patting her mother in laws back muttering “careful, Mary its good but it don`t need choking over,” and she began to laugh.
Mark was busy scr****g the last morsel from his empty plate, muttering that “that was one of your best mother dear, you know how to spoil me , or was it for Eddy`s benefit, “ grinning he turned to Eddy and said in a stage whisper, “you can come again , they usually feed me scrag ends,…” the comment was cut short by a tea towel flung at him by a grinning mother who said “you don’t go short do you…!” sue with a broad smile saying “ no, not on any front!”
The effort of throwing the towel had dislodged the toe, and Eddy rapidly refitted his shoe, as with a practised hand Mary stood and smoothed out her dress.
The women set off for the living room, leaving the men to the dishes, Mark washing and Eddy drying, it was a chance to talk, quietly bond, be male. The younger man quietly saying; “his mother was special, and though she was sexual, and he had been sleeping with her for years, and though he didn’t mind if she put out occasionally”, he wanted assurances that it was just a passing thing and how long eddy would be staying?
Apparently happy that the stay was only for a few days and that it was primarily to meet the family, especially for the stories that he, Eddy, was renowned for, and if he was lucky, well it was the icing on the cake, but as he had told them all he was no stud anymore and no threat to the family balance.
The washing up done, they joined the women in front of the lounge TV.
A couple of hours saw Eddy yawning, it had been a long day, soon he excused himself and slunk away to his caravan and his bed.
A new day dawned, he heard a van depart, no doubt Mark off to his work, he lay loving the silence of the open farmland, birds, calling and fluttering, sheep calling, he heard the doors of a car and heard it start, and depart, Sharon off to her work as c***dren`s nurse.
He lay enjoying the world, the sun as yet not high or hot, he swung his feet from the bed reached for the kettle and set it to boil, sleepily scratching himself, he struggled to the toilet, then made tea, sitting on his bed in his vest and pants, enjoying that early morning tea as only a well slept man can.
The tap on the door and the voice calling him for “breakfast in ten” brought him from his reverie, and he was soon dressed and sat at her table once more, bacon eggs beans and thick slices of local bread, soon had him in the land of the living.
She suggested they had a walk after the meal, it was not something that was high on his list, his knees being less than perfect, he explained, and she said she just thought a slow stroll would give them time to chat.
Washing up done walking shoes on his camera in his hand, together they locked up, then set off,
They wandered along soft grassy paths, slowly getting to know one another, talking about being married, hers a long time ago now, thoughts that were something she had not disturbed for a very long time.
He told of his own lady, still much loved but for some reason no longer sexual, un-noticed a cloud began to appear in the distance. Their conversation was such that as they wandered on, nothing else existed, both parties enjoying the deep intense contact not easily made this well over the web, always without the facial expressions that say so much, like minds, meeting in reality, face to face.
They were by a wide field when the first raindrops hit. A summer storm, she, being a country lass looked up, suddenly conscious of the change in the weather, read the oncoming clouds and took to her heels, her hand taking his and urging him to “run”, she led him to a nearby barn for shelter. He hadn’t run in years but at his best speed the made the barn
The old barn side door clattered too behind them, it took a moment to become accustomed to the gloomy and unlit barn the light from the high vents the only light source and that only dim now with the storm. The barn was warm and welcoming. in the centre an old bailer, rusting quietly away a wall of hay at the far end, a glorious smell of summer s gone, memories of his youth and his aunts farm instantly back.
Laughing from the short hand in hand unaccustomed run, they retook their breath, she then saying that “this barn was the one that Mark had photographed on his walk in the snow, the one you painted from the picture Eddy!” He, laughing that “It must be fate,” swung her to face him closer, then he took her in his arms and kissed her, not as a friend, or acquaintance, but as the only woman left in the world. He led her to the hay, soft sweet-smelling hay that had dried here for almost all of that year, they fell on the soft bailed mattress, arms entwined, lips welded to each other as if the world depended on their communicating this way. There was no wife, no son, no sister no daughter in law and nothing outside that mattered at that moment the barn became their bedroom, there stage, their bubble.
Hands tore at clothing, a barn owl disturbed from its daytime sleep, eyed them warily from its beam above them, silently observing the two strange humans disturbing his peace. Naked now her breasts swinging as she turned back to him her eager hands grabbing at the tool she so desired, his fingers seeking out her damp and hot sex, probing at her body searching for the button that he knew would bring her to the boil even quicker, she swung her hips up, over his head, her own lips sucking at his shrivelled offering, no longer the man he once was, his tongue finding her clit, prodding and licking at the little button, instantly causing her urgent need to be at least partly fulfilled as best he could, grunts and moans told of her excitement, then to his great joy she began to squirt, gouts of fluid like a tap washed into his mouth wetting his small beard, her head thrown back, body towering above him, his prick long forgotten, head wagging from side to side, lost in her own desperate need for the orgasm she so wanted, to his relentless tongue beating on her most tender part she came like a waterfall, almost as if their lives depended on it.
With a gasp she collapsed along his body, temporarily spent, she lay, legs astride his head, her arm d****d over his legs, her breasts soft against his hip, her body warm against him as the rain beat unnoticed on the old roof high above them.
He began to apologise profusely for his lack of stiffness, but she twisted herself up his body and put her fingers to his lips to supress his words, whispering that his tongue had been enough, and not to spoil the moment with words. She spun herself round, lips again entwined, her hand fell to his still not hard tool, gently caressing the six inches that was once in his mind the most important feature the manipulation gentle and loving, his own hands sliding over her body, finding those magnificent if perhaps older breasts, a little drooping now after all she was no teenager, but in their minds, oh in their minds, they were young once again, rolling in a hay-stack , each reliving past experiences, past joy`s. her lips enveloped the tip if his tool, unable to control the magic effect he began to squirt, not for years had he experienced such a feeling as this, his wife had tried it once, and hated it, so in over 40 years of married faithfulness it had never happened now here in this remote Yorkshire barn, with a woman he hardly knew it was beyond words, as she swallowed his seed with relish.
His tongue again found her soft and very wet sex, in a gesture of thanks and for a second time she soon lost interest in the world and his now very limp tool. Like a small boy with a new toy he played, sucked squeezed and fingered her body, till at last they fell back, exhausted, on the now damp hay, they dozed in the darkness, loving every moment till reality dawned and they arose, dressed themselves perhaps a little self-consciously and hand in hand emerged blinking into the daylight, the summer storm long passed, the world smelling refreshed , the dust dampened, the colours just that little bit brighter each saying little on the remaining walk. They were soon home, tea cure all to the English, strong and hot, that was what they needed. Waiting for the kettle she kissed him strongly and passionately, asking “if he had any regrets?” He shook his head
saying “in his book he still had not cheated on his wife, to do that he would have had to have entered her and that she, his wife knew he had not the where-with-all, that was probably why she had been happy for him to come, but he had, and was glad of coming and visiting, he was oh so glad and for that storm!”
Eddy took a shower, Mary began on preparing the meal, they had been out too long really time had run away with them.
The workers returned, the relentless heat had taken its toll and though the storm had been a welcome break it had made life steamy and tiring, both on the building site and with the irritable and overheated k**dies.
The meal was ready, again after a quick hand wash, they took their places at the table, ritualistically taking their familiar places just as the day before. Mary rose to serve the food, chops this time and as she turned to the stove Mark began to grin, “enjoy the day mum?” he asked, she said she had that she had taken Eddy walking, that was greeted by a wide smile and a chuckle that said somehow he knew what had happened, she reddened, flopping his plate in front of him, and looking questioningly at him.
“Been rolling in the hay, have you?”
It was a question that he obviously knew the answer too, as by now she was a shade of pink, her eyes flickering at her son as if to say `how did he know’ was she that transparent? He chuckled and said there was clover and hay-seeds in her hair! It brought a roar of laughter from the two younger folk, and a red faced bluster from Mary, who turning to her stove to serve the next plate, and hide her blushes, said “they had taken shelter from the storm and had sat on the hay to `talk’!” they all knew it was not the whole truth all eyes turning on poor Eddy as he too sat half-grinning, his face proving the point without a word spoken!
They ate in slightly embarrassed silence, fruit and ice-cream followed, perfect for the hot day.
Mark showered, then Sharon, before they all sat on the lawn, with cool and inviting drinks in the evening sunlight, waiting mother who had been last to shower, and had spent a long time ensuring all traces of hay seeds had gone from her tresses. The men in slacks and tea shirts, both the ladies dressed in thin flowery loose frocks, neither with bra`s for coolness, a feature not unnoticed by Eddy. It was a quiet time, each absorbing the wonderful sunlit evening, and the peace, in his or her own way. Eddy occasionally clicking the odd shot with his camera at the last rays of the sun and the group.
Sensing the elephant in the room, Mark addressed his mother, “look mum, I don’t know what you got up to today, I don’t care, neither am I jealous, its your body and your life, I love you and I love Sharon, Eddy is only here for one or two more days, it’s a fling, so enjoy it!”
The ice was broken, the evening picked up, it was decided that aunt Charlotte was to be invited next evening, for a BBQ, Sharon was to collect her as she came home from work, Eddy never having met the lady. It was to be a momentous occasion
They sat talking most of the afternoon, filling in the inevitable gaps while they had the time together reinforced by sandwiches and her home-made cake.
She pealed spuds, and prepared vegetables, for the main meal of the day, as they sat surrounded by the smell of a steak and k**ney pudding in the oven. He fetched a bottle of wine from the car, a present for Sharon, and some beer for Mark and himself, while he was away Mary slipped away and returned in a flowery summer frock and had just returned to the kitchen when Sharon returned from her husband`s aunts home. Sharon turned out to be as bubbly as he expected, a wide smile nicely proportioned body fantastic tits and a ready wit, he gave her the present, a large wrapped box of chocolates, and she kissed him thank you just as Mark appeared at the door, a big grin on his face and luckily the comment “ah caught you…” then a peal of laughter and a proffered hand that had a good strong grip along with the sparkling eyes, told of a great sense of humour!”
The lad was a fit chap, athletic, an energetic 40ish bloke whom our hero had spoken with these last few years on E mail but had never so far met.
The beer was most acceptable, and after washing up they sat for the meal, simple tasty fare, melt in the mouth pastry, washed down with beer and wine for the ladies
Mary served the food, then sat, her back to the stove, Sharon to her right slipping the finished dishes into the nearby sink, the two men opposite their respective partners. Before the main course was over, Eddy suddenly became aware of a stockinged foot gently rubbing his right leg, evocative and gentle the foot slowly rose up the trousered leg till without any hint by the foots owner the afters were served, doing anything but eating, the foot found his genitalia. Still the reluctant tool failed to stiffen, but oh boy the effects were most appreciated by the recipient. Mary`s face didn’t show any reaction whatso ever, still she chatted about the weather and other frippery, as her toes beat a tattoo on his flaccid tool. Then suddenly it ceased and the temptress stood turned and began fetching from the oven the most divine looking apple pie, Sharon clearing away the plates and Mary with a deft hand slipping sections of the sumptuous pie onto plates and drowning them in thick custard from a jug.
The ladies retook their places, but Eddy not to be outdone had slipped off his right shoe. As she sat his foot slid up and under the flowery dress. There was a millisecond of shocked glance then the angelic face settled back to the `more normal sitting eating dinner face that hid every emotion, the voice asking about aunt Charlotte, and her well- being.
The toes of Eddy`s big foot slid on, the legs parting as they discussed the aunts needs at the shop, Sharon having fetched a shopping list from her. it was with some surprise that eddy`s sock found, no thin panty protecting the damp sex of his opposite number, the big toe slid between the soft folds of Mary`s sex, her face was a picture for just an instant, but luckily Sharon was pouring more custard for Mark and the look was unnoticed.
Mary scowled at Eddy as if to say stop it, desist, cease but he shook his head and wriggled his toes, grinning and commenting on the weather, and the dust. Mark saying that he had had to fetch water during the day as it had been so hot.
Mary always a sensitive lady was by now feeling the stress, her damp sex having become wet sex as the relentless toes gently but firmly kept up their invasion, the big toe slipping deep into her actual cavity, accompanied with the indrawing of her breath. Quick thinking had her coughing to cover the involuntary sound, and Sharon unknowing, was soon patting her mother in laws back muttering “careful, Mary its good but it don`t need choking over,” and she began to laugh.
Mark was busy scr****g the last morsel from his empty plate, muttering that “that was one of your best mother dear, you know how to spoil me , or was it for Eddy`s benefit, “ grinning he turned to Eddy and said in a stage whisper, “you can come again , they usually feed me scrag ends,…” the comment was cut short by a tea towel flung at him by a grinning mother who said “you don’t go short do you…!” sue with a broad smile saying “ no, not on any front!”
The effort of throwing the towel had dislodged the toe, and Eddy rapidly refitted his shoe, as with a practised hand Mary stood and smoothed out her dress.
The women set off for the living room, leaving the men to the dishes, Mark washing and Eddy drying, it was a chance to talk, quietly bond, be male. The younger man quietly saying; “his mother was special, and though she was sexual, and he had been sleeping with her for years, and though he didn’t mind if she put out occasionally”, he wanted assurances that it was just a passing thing and how long eddy would be staying?
Apparently happy that the stay was only for a few days and that it was primarily to meet the family, especially for the stories that he, Eddy, was renowned for, and if he was lucky, well it was the icing on the cake, but as he had told them all he was no stud anymore and no threat to the family balance.
The washing up done, they joined the women in front of the lounge TV.
A couple of hours saw Eddy yawning, it had been a long day, soon he excused himself and slunk away to his caravan and his bed.
A new day dawned, he heard a van depart, no doubt Mark off to his work, he lay loving the silence of the open farmland, birds, calling and fluttering, sheep calling, he heard the doors of a car and heard it start, and depart, Sharon off to her work as c***dren`s nurse.
He lay enjoying the world, the sun as yet not high or hot, he swung his feet from the bed reached for the kettle and set it to boil, sleepily scratching himself, he struggled to the toilet, then made tea, sitting on his bed in his vest and pants, enjoying that early morning tea as only a well slept man can.
The tap on the door and the voice calling him for “breakfast in ten” brought him from his reverie, and he was soon dressed and sat at her table once more, bacon eggs beans and thick slices of local bread, soon had him in the land of the living.
She suggested they had a walk after the meal, it was not something that was high on his list, his knees being less than perfect, he explained, and she said she just thought a slow stroll would give them time to chat.
Washing up done walking shoes on his camera in his hand, together they locked up, then set off,
They wandered along soft grassy paths, slowly getting to know one another, talking about being married, hers a long time ago now, thoughts that were something she had not disturbed for a very long time.
He told of his own lady, still much loved but for some reason no longer sexual, un-noticed a cloud began to appear in the distance. Their conversation was such that as they wandered on, nothing else existed, both parties enjoying the deep intense contact not easily made this well over the web, always without the facial expressions that say so much, like minds, meeting in reality, face to face.
They were by a wide field when the first raindrops hit. A summer storm, she, being a country lass looked up, suddenly conscious of the change in the weather, read the oncoming clouds and took to her heels, her hand taking his and urging him to “run”, she led him to a nearby barn for shelter. He hadn’t run in years but at his best speed the made the barn
The old barn side door clattered too behind them, it took a moment to become accustomed to the gloomy and unlit barn the light from the high vents the only light source and that only dim now with the storm. The barn was warm and welcoming. in the centre an old bailer, rusting quietly away a wall of hay at the far end, a glorious smell of summer s gone, memories of his youth and his aunts farm instantly back.
Laughing from the short hand in hand unaccustomed run, they retook their breath, she then saying that “this barn was the one that Mark had photographed on his walk in the snow, the one you painted from the picture Eddy!” He, laughing that “It must be fate,” swung her to face him closer, then he took her in his arms and kissed her, not as a friend, or acquaintance, but as the only woman left in the world. He led her to the hay, soft sweet-smelling hay that had dried here for almost all of that year, they fell on the soft bailed mattress, arms entwined, lips welded to each other as if the world depended on their communicating this way. There was no wife, no son, no sister no daughter in law and nothing outside that mattered at that moment the barn became their bedroom, there stage, their bubble.
Hands tore at clothing, a barn owl disturbed from its daytime sleep, eyed them warily from its beam above them, silently observing the two strange humans disturbing his peace. Naked now her breasts swinging as she turned back to him her eager hands grabbing at the tool she so desired, his fingers seeking out her damp and hot sex, probing at her body searching for the button that he knew would bring her to the boil even quicker, she swung her hips up, over his head, her own lips sucking at his shrivelled offering, no longer the man he once was, his tongue finding her clit, prodding and licking at the little button, instantly causing her urgent need to be at least partly fulfilled as best he could, grunts and moans told of her excitement, then to his great joy she began to squirt, gouts of fluid like a tap washed into his mouth wetting his small beard, her head thrown back, body towering above him, his prick long forgotten, head wagging from side to side, lost in her own desperate need for the orgasm she so wanted, to his relentless tongue beating on her most tender part she came like a waterfall, almost as if their lives depended on it.
With a gasp she collapsed along his body, temporarily spent, she lay, legs astride his head, her arm d****d over his legs, her breasts soft against his hip, her body warm against him as the rain beat unnoticed on the old roof high above them.
He began to apologise profusely for his lack of stiffness, but she twisted herself up his body and put her fingers to his lips to supress his words, whispering that his tongue had been enough, and not to spoil the moment with words. She spun herself round, lips again entwined, her hand fell to his still not hard tool, gently caressing the six inches that was once in his mind the most important feature the manipulation gentle and loving, his own hands sliding over her body, finding those magnificent if perhaps older breasts, a little drooping now after all she was no teenager, but in their minds, oh in their minds, they were young once again, rolling in a hay-stack , each reliving past experiences, past joy`s. her lips enveloped the tip if his tool, unable to control the magic effect he began to squirt, not for years had he experienced such a feeling as this, his wife had tried it once, and hated it, so in over 40 years of married faithfulness it had never happened now here in this remote Yorkshire barn, with a woman he hardly knew it was beyond words, as she swallowed his seed with relish.
His tongue again found her soft and very wet sex, in a gesture of thanks and for a second time she soon lost interest in the world and his now very limp tool. Like a small boy with a new toy he played, sucked squeezed and fingered her body, till at last they fell back, exhausted, on the now damp hay, they dozed in the darkness, loving every moment till reality dawned and they arose, dressed themselves perhaps a little self-consciously and hand in hand emerged blinking into the daylight, the summer storm long passed, the world smelling refreshed , the dust dampened, the colours just that little bit brighter each saying little on the remaining walk. They were soon home, tea cure all to the English, strong and hot, that was what they needed. Waiting for the kettle she kissed him strongly and passionately, asking “if he had any regrets?” He shook his head
saying “in his book he still had not cheated on his wife, to do that he would have had to have entered her and that she, his wife knew he had not the where-with-all, that was probably why she had been happy for him to come, but he had, and was glad of coming and visiting, he was oh so glad and for that storm!”
Eddy took a shower, Mary began on preparing the meal, they had been out too long really time had run away with them.
The workers returned, the relentless heat had taken its toll and though the storm had been a welcome break it had made life steamy and tiring, both on the building site and with the irritable and overheated k**dies.
The meal was ready, again after a quick hand wash, they took their places at the table, ritualistically taking their familiar places just as the day before. Mary rose to serve the food, chops this time and as she turned to the stove Mark began to grin, “enjoy the day mum?” he asked, she said she had that she had taken Eddy walking, that was greeted by a wide smile and a chuckle that said somehow he knew what had happened, she reddened, flopping his plate in front of him, and looking questioningly at him.
“Been rolling in the hay, have you?”
It was a question that he obviously knew the answer too, as by now she was a shade of pink, her eyes flickering at her son as if to say `how did he know’ was she that transparent? He chuckled and said there was clover and hay-seeds in her hair! It brought a roar of laughter from the two younger folk, and a red faced bluster from Mary, who turning to her stove to serve the next plate, and hide her blushes, said “they had taken shelter from the storm and had sat on the hay to `talk’!” they all knew it was not the whole truth all eyes turning on poor Eddy as he too sat half-grinning, his face proving the point without a word spoken!
They ate in slightly embarrassed silence, fruit and ice-cream followed, perfect for the hot day.
Mark showered, then Sharon, before they all sat on the lawn, with cool and inviting drinks in the evening sunlight, waiting mother who had been last to shower, and had spent a long time ensuring all traces of hay seeds had gone from her tresses. The men in slacks and tea shirts, both the ladies dressed in thin flowery loose frocks, neither with bra`s for coolness, a feature not unnoticed by Eddy. It was a quiet time, each absorbing the wonderful sunlit evening, and the peace, in his or her own way. Eddy occasionally clicking the odd shot with his camera at the last rays of the sun and the group.
Sensing the elephant in the room, Mark addressed his mother, “look mum, I don’t know what you got up to today, I don’t care, neither am I jealous, its your body and your life, I love you and I love Sharon, Eddy is only here for one or two more days, it’s a fling, so enjoy it!”
The ice was broken, the evening picked up, it was decided that aunt Charlotte was to be invited next evening, for a BBQ, Sharon was to collect her as she came home from work, Eddy never having met the lady. It was to be a momentous occasion
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