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Day 3 Thursday
The next morning we tidied up our respective sleeping bags and dressed. We trooped down to the farmhouse and took it in turns to use the shower, first me and then Mel & Joe together.
“How much money will this all cost?” I asked as we all dried off together in one of the farmhouse’s bedrooms as I wanted to pay my fair share.
“Oh that’s alright. Remember the farmer he’s a friend of the friends of ours who we’re seeing later.” Joe replied with a ‘nudge, nudge, wink, wink’ tone. I immediately got it. The payment was sex. As they’d said: ‘for a great price’. I wondered if I would be required to render sexual favours.
“Don’t worry, Joe and I will have a foursome with the farmer and his wife after breakfast.” Mel added as if reading my thoughts.
“Will you have enough energy for later with your friends?” I asked.
“Hell yes, it’s not until this evening that we’re meeting up for food and fun.” Mel replied. We joined the farmer and his rather portly wife for breakfast. Mel & Joe and I exchanged contact details before I left them for their day of and headed off on my way. So far I was ahead of the curve. I’ve been going two days and nights and had gotten some action on both. But I doubt my luck will hold. I pressed on towards my next stop, Eynsham, some distance away. As I walked I wondered whether Joe & Mel had started ‘paying’ for their ‘bed & board’ with the farmer and his wife.

Eynsham was not on the banks of the river perse and I walked along a quaint toll bridge and a country road with a pavement only on one side. My destination was a small B&B, actually a private house with a room to let as part of the Air BnB scheme in a residential close in the town. As I started walking along the road from the Thames, the heavens opened up, and down came a deluge of rain that would have seen Noah scurrying off to hastily build an ark. Though I’d sign the dark clouds building for some time, my proximity to the end of my day’s journey had seen me not put on my ‘Pack-a-Mac’. Long story short, I was soaked right through by the time I reached the front door of the unassuming, modern house made of Bath stone that contained my bed for the night. I walked, or rather trudged up to the door and pressed the door bell. I turned my back half to the door, sheltering under the modest awning above the door and began bouncing in my feet. A minute passed and the door remained closed. I turned around and tried again. Another minute, still nothing. The rain continued heavily. Perhaps the owner was in the loo or something. I gave it five full minutes before trying again. As I waited yet again for the door to be opened I remembered seeing a pub called the Talbot Inn just after the toll bridge. Perhaps I could try my luck there. I pulled out my smart phone and first called up the number of the house owner and dialled.
“Thank you for calling, you’ve reached the voice mail of Lydia Summers, I’m sorry I’m unable to speak to you, but if you’d care to leave a message. I’ll call you back.” Though flat and rather monotone, the voice still possessed rather enchanting cadences. Despite my fury and frustration at being put through to voicemail I couldn’t help wondering if she looked as alluring as she sounded.
“Hello, Ms. Summers? My name is Linda, Linda -. I booked a room with you through Air BnB, well I arrived at your place about, ten minutes ago and I’ve tried ringing the doorbell but there’s no reply. It’s raining heavily right now and I’d really like to get in out of the weather. Please could you phone me back on this number? Bye.” I hoped I’d put enough urgency and desperation in my voice to illicit a swift response and although not religious, I did utter a prayer to the almighty for deliverance.

Two minutes later the strains of ‘Ride of the Valkyries’ – my ring tone - began emanating from my phone.
“Hello?” I replied, hoping this was my landlady.
“Hi, its Lydia, I’m sorry about all this, I’m just out for a jog, I completely got the time wrong. I thought you weren’t due until 6.00. I’ll cut my run short and be with you in about five minutes. I’m really very sorry.” This time her voice wasn’t monotone; it was breathless, which given that she was apparently running, was to be expected. Glancing at my watch, I also realised that it was only 5.25. I’d made better time than I expected, given the length of this stretch of the walk and I’d also ‘put the spurt on’ when I saw the gathering storm clouds.
“That’s okay, I’ll be waiting.” I replied sheepishly, realising I was to blame. True to her word, approximately five minutes later I saw a figure rounding the corner of the close and run towards me. It couldn’t have been more perfect if she’d been running in slow motion with the theme from ‘Chariots of Fire’ accompanying her. She ran up the short garden path and stopped beside me, jogging on the spot as she checked her pulse before stopping. She leaned over and resting her hands on her knees began taking in great lungfuls of air. Her long, blonde hair held in a ponytail flicking back with the suddenness by which she brought her head back, a feat even more impressive given that her hair must have been sodden from the rain like mine. She was in her early to mid-thirties, tall, 5”9, athletically built, with medium sized breasts, straining to be released from the clutches of the sports-bra she wore beneath her neon-pink running top. Soaking with a mixture of sweat and rain water it clung to Lydia’s upper torso.
“You’re Linda?” Lydia asked upon regaining her breath. I nodded. She took my hand and shook it warmly.
“Pleased to meet you. I’m Lydia Summers, but you can call me Lydia. Now apologies for keeping you out here, especially in weather like this. Now, no arguments, you’ll stay here tonight half-price and instead of putting up with my so, so cooking, I’ll treat you to a meal at one of the many eateries our fair town has to offer.” She said all this in a breezy, business-like tone that left me hoping that she was single and not straight.

I followed her inside her house and gratefully closed the door. She helped me off with my backpack after first putting down some newspaper pages on a spot in her hallway. For my part I slipped out of my hiking boots and the thick walking socks I’d been wearing under them and began kneading my feet.
“You look drenched.” Lydia remarked, as she returned from the kitchen clutching two glasses of water. I accepted my glass and emptied the contents in just a couple of gulps, whereas my hostess took a few sips of hers.
“Um, listen. I believe I owe you an apology. You didn’t keep me waiting; more I was about forty minutes early.”
“That doesn’t matter. I should have still have been here. Its just I’d been too busy to go jogging earlier today and when I finished work early, I saw my chance and took it. I had hoped to beat the weather though.” As Lydia spoke, she ran her hand up and down her ponytail and removed the band that held it in place. She let her hair down which took my breath away and examined her hand with the band, tutting as she did.
“Well, lets get you to your room. It’s all ready and waiting for you.” I followed Lydia as she stomped up the stairs, me with the backpack and she with newspaper pages. It afforded me a very fine view of her arse through the jogging shorts she wore, very nice indeed. At the top of the landing there were three doors. At front end were the small bedroom and the rear, the bathroom. To the side, parallel with the stairwell were the doors to the two main bedrooms. Unbidden I moved to the small one at the front.
“No, No. It’s this one.” Lydia steered me to the front bedroom. The door opened onto a pleasant, square shaped-room with cream-coloured walls and a double-bed with a wooden headboard that screamed IKEA.
“I was expecting the small room.” I said as I put my backpack on the newspapers Lydia laid down.
“That’s for my cousin when she comes over.” Lydia explained.

I quickly examined the contents of the backpack. Though its outside was ringing wet, the inside was nice and dry. That just left the clothes I was wearing.
“Get your kit off.” Lydia ordered, a part of me hoping that she had some ulterior motive. Though another part of me, the knackered part thought otherwise. Guessing that she meant to wash and dry my clothes, probably whilst doing the same to her own jogging items I did as I was bid. I neatly folded them and gave them to her. I could tell she was checking me out as I undressed and had therefore took a little more time about it, shimmying out of clothes instead of just tugging them off.
“You’ll find fresh towels in the bottom drawer.” She bobbed her head in the direction of a white chest of drawers beneath the window. I wrapped myself in a pale-pink bath towel as Lydia disappeared down the stairs with my clothes. I padded out into the landing in time to see her remove my socks from my shoes and disappear into the kitchen. I walked into the bathroom and removing my towel noticed the growth of hair on my legs, under my armpits and of course, between my legs. If I was going to go out tonight for a meal, I’d need to do something about that. I looked around in the medicine cabinet and found a woman’s razor and cream. I also found a bright-pink ‘Rampant Rabbit’ vibrator! I took it gingerly out of the cabinet and switched it on. It came to life, making it’s distinctive buzz. I could feel the vibes and briefly fantasized about its most recent use, and its user. I quickly switched it off and put it back where I’d found it.
“Do you mind if I use these?” I called down from the top of the landing, towel back in place holding up the razor. I was shocked when Lydia appeared at the bottom, naked save for a pair of pink fluffy slippers! Her body was lithe and lean with a naked pussy and very pert, ample breasts. Her areolas were small and along with her nipples, not much redder than the rest of her milky-white skin. With her hair d****d down over her shoulders, they reached to her cleavage.
“Use what?” She asked. I just stood there transfixed at this vision of beauty in slippers below me.
“Your razor, I could do with a trim.” I gestured to my armpits and legs, though not my pussy as it was damp and swollen from the sight of my naked hostess.
“Absolutely. Oh and take your time in the bath and relax. I’ll go in after you’ve finished. Oh and one more thing, if you could fill the bath with hot and cold at the same time?” Recovering my composure I nodded and returned to the sanctity of the bathroom. As I shaved I filled the bath, adding some bath salts and bubble-bath as I did so. I may have gone too far with the bath and the water crept up to my navel as I lay down inside it. I truly wallowed in the warm, relaxing suds and lathered myself all over. Finally, after perhaps half-an-hour I tore myself out of the bath.
“Do you want me to refill the bath or will you do it yourself?” I called down.
“Just empty a little of it out and top it up with some hot.” She called back. I did and then swiftly retreated to my bedroom to dry off.

I heard her come upstairs and enter the bathroom. I opened the bedroom door a crack and heard splashing about coming from the bath. I also heard a very familiar buzzing. I tip-toed across the landing and placed my ear to the door.
“Mmm! Ahhh!” She was moaning as she used the vibe on her. I could picture her, head thrown back and eyes closed in ecstasy as she rammed the vibe in and out of her sopping wet pussy. The little ‘tail’ extension rubbing her clit. I found one of my hands drifting down to my own pussy and I began rubbing my clit as I heard Lydia’s moaning grow and grow.
“Ohhh! Ahhh! OH YES! OHHH YESSSS!” She came, at least I presume she did at the exact moment I did. Though I had to clamp my free hand over my mouth to stop myself crying out in orgasmic satisfaction also. I quickly and silently made my way back to my room and closing the door, resumed drying my hair and body. Not long afterwards I heard her emerge from the bathroom. There was a gentle rapping on my door.
“Are you decent?” Lydia asked, not that I suspected she cared, by now I was convinced I had a shot at bedding her tonight.
“Yes.” I called. The word had barely escaped my lips when she entered the room wearing two wet towels. One wrapped around her torso, the other her hair, like a walnut whip.
“I was thinking about The Red Lion on the high street for dinner. It’s very nice and not too far to walk.” Lydia suggested. My stomach rumbled in seeming response.
“Terrific.” Was my only reply. I then moved to my backpack and started looking through my things for something appropriate to wear.
“Don’t worry you’re about my cousin’s height and build, why don’t you wear something of hers?” Lydia had already walked into the small room and I followed. The décor was the same as my room but with a single bed instead. Lydia had the wardrobe open and a couple of drawers open and soon the bed contained several dresses, skirts, blouses, bra and panty sets and tights. I looked through them and selected a flowery, sleeveless dress, figure-hugging above the waste and low cut. The skirt section was pleated and loose. To complement it I selected a powder-blue bra and lace panties and a pair of heeled shoes the same colour. Last but not least I selected a pair of French-cut, sheer-to-waste nude tights.
“Good choices.” Lydia declared.
“Do you think your cousin will mind?” I asked.
“She shouldn’t. These are clothes she leaves here when she’s up from London. And if you do damage any of the clothes, ladder her tights for instance I’ll add it to your bill.” She laughed.

It had stopped raining long before we left the house. There were only puddles of water around to remind us that it had ever been otherwise. We both wore our hair down and Lydia dressed similarly to me, except she wore a sky-blue dress, black sheer tights and black flats. Due to the time of the year it was it was still quite light when we left. The air had freshness about it that comes only at this time of year following rain. We walked along playfully, avoiding puddles and joined the main road which arced into town. Eynsham was a pleasant town on the eastern edge of the Cotswolds with all the attendant charm. The Red Lion was situated in the town square, a white-washed building next to the church. Most striking was that instead of the usual pub sign mounted on a poll or from the side of the building, there was a stylised red lion painted on the front. There were people sitting outside, but we went in for our meal. The tap room was airy and daubed in light colours such as blue which matched Lydia’s dress (and my underwear). We ordered at the bar – eschewing starters and both ordered Autumnal spiced roasted squash risotto with cherry vine, tomatoes, nut-free pesto and a parmesan crisp, washed down with two large glasses of Merlot. The service was fast and friendly and in terms of both quantity and quality the food was great. We sat at our table sipping wine.
“What do I do for a living? I work from home as a co-ordinator for an organisation based in Oxford dealing with problems and giving advice to LGBTQ students based in the city. It’s an issue that’s close to my heart.” She replied in answer to my question about what she did for a living.
“How so?” I asked, having already told her in not-so-many words I was independently wealthy and lived in London.
“My cousin’s a lesbian as am I.” She said. Mentally I was fisting the air in triumph.
“And you let out one of your bedrooms via Air BnB.” I added, hoping my tone of voice didn’t indicate that I was pleased we were sexually compatible.
“Well, I’m single and it helps me not feel alone, even when the guests keep themselves to themselves.
“I take it there aren’t many suitors around here?”
“No. And since the pandemic I’ve been home-working and don’t venture into Oxford much. So, why are you walking the Thames?”
“I’m a huge hiking fan, but I’ve not done much in this country.” I wondered if I should add the second part about getting laid. Other topics of conversation came up and we merely sipped our wine. When we’d finished and Lydia had paid the bill in it’s entirety despite my sincere protests, we walked back the way we came. By now it was starting to get dark.

The curtains had all been drawn throughout the house before we left as a time-saver and when we got in Lydia gestured to the living room as she removed her shoes and disappeared upstairs. A few minutes passed and I heard the sound of a lavatory being flushed and Lydia bounded down the stairs in stockinged feet. She entered the living room where I was sitting; lounging on an L-shaped black-leather sofa, without the dress or bra and with no knickers on under her tights which I realised had a semi-circular hole in the crotch, exposing her pussy!
“Forgive me I just had to take them off. I’m more comfortable like this.” She said. Sitting down on the sofa next to me and crossing one nylon-clad leg over the other, which made a wonderful ‘swishing’ sound as she did.
“I’ll take off mine, and the tights.” I felt uncomfortable being dressed when she wasn’t and if this was the preamble to a seduction, I didn’t want to waste anymore time than I needed. I slipped out of the dress and then removed the nylons.
“I’ll take them. The bra and panties to if you’d like, so that I can put them in the wash.” Lydia stood up and, arms outstretched, received my clothes. She returned shortly afterwards. Put on some soft ‘mood music’ on her IPad and put on a small desk lamp before switching off the main light. Yep, a seduction, well that was fine with me. She returned to her spot on the sofa.
“Do you always go to this much trouble for your guests, or is it just the ones you leave out in the rain?” I asked.
“Only the ones I find attractive. Tell me, did you try my Rabbit?” Lydia began gently stroking my bare thigh whilst still keeping eye contact with me.
“Should I have?”
“You know, when I had my bath, I used it on me, imagining that you’d tried it yourself. It gave me a thrill to know it had been in your pussy and rubbed your clit before mine.”
“Sorry. I was tempted, but other than briefly turning it on…” I responded, u*********sly reaching out with my right hand and running it up and down her stockinged thighs as I spoke.
“You know of course why I’m on Air BnB, besides the money and company?” She teased.
“To meet and seduce women?” I replied breathlessly. We’d both been inching towards each other and our lips were now inches apart.
“Precisely.” Lydia replied and leaned over me.

Her lips, when they touched mine were soft and tasted sweet, almost fruity – Lydia explained later that she had flavoured lipstick or lip-gloss. At first the touch of our lips was the merest brush of skin against skin, lasting all but a moment. She pulled away lightly so that I could see the smile on them. She then went back in and deftly moved her lips across mine a couple of times before settling them firmly into place on mine. Our lips soon parted and our tongues began dancing in each others’ mouths like two ballerinas pirouetting on a stage. She then withdrew her own tongue from my mouth and gently but firmly grasped my tongue with her lips and began sucking on it as if my tongue were a penis. Eventually she ended the kiss after what seemed like an eternity, a blissful, rewarding eternity.
“Wow!” I half-muttered, half-stammered, and that was after just one, admittedly long and fantastic kiss. What would happen when genitals came into play?
“I take it you were suitably impressed?” She cooed pleased with the effect it had had on me. She leaned back, her arms behind her head.
“You know, I have an ulterior motive for doing this walk.” I said, deciding the time was right.
“Oh, and what’s that?” Lydia was suitably intrigued. So I told her, complete with describing the events of the two previous nights. I’d just about finished my tale when a clearly horny Lydia leaned over once more and I was yet again treated to one of her kisses, silencing me mid-sentence in the process. The kiss lasted longer this time and our hands wandered over our bodies as we did so, one of mine lingering on one of her breasts, which were firm. When the kiss ended Lydia stood up, switched off the IPad and extended her hand to me. I took it and after she helped me to my feet, she led me to the door, shutting the light off as we did. We walked up the stairs and into her bedroom. During her trip upstairs, she’d done more than just strip down to her tights. There were two bedside lamps aflame and the sheets, satin no less, had been pulled back. On one of the bedside tables beside the lamp was an array of sex toys including the Rampant Rabbit.

We fell on the bed and resumed kissing and fondling, gasping for breath between kisses. For the first time since we’d began kissing I felt one of Lydia’s hands on my pussy, gently stroking my clit up and down with fore & index finger. The sensations on my now very moist pussy were most welcome and pleasing. I began to moan when the opportunity afforded me as I returned the favour. We stayed like this, Lydia atop me, occasionally kissing, rubbing each other’s pussies with increasing fervour as our first climax of the evening approached.
“OHHH GOD YESSS!”. Lydia was a screamer, bellowing as her orgasm began, mine erupted within me a moment later, sending waves of tingling pleasure ripping through me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. Lydia was still shaking somewhat from hers long after I’d come down from my orgasmic high.
“Fuck that was good.” She remarked when she’d eventually calmed. She once more lay on top of me and we kissed again. I could feel the weight and warmth of her smooth body lying on me, her breasts and nipples pressing into mine and her stockinged legs rubbing up and down against my bare ones.
“I forgot to ask do my tights bother you, would you rather I be completely naked like you?” Lydia asked.
“No, hell no, I like tights, stockings, hold-ups the works.”
“Good, it’s just I’ve a fetish for nylons. Regardless of the time of year or the weather, I usually wear a pair of tights. And I especially love wearing them during sex.”

Lydia then rolled off me and stretched over to the collection of toys and picked up the Rampant Rabbit. She playfully put it in her mouth for a moment before placing the head against my labia.
“Ready?” I nodded and she slowly, exquisitely, put it inside me. Her advance was deliberately slow, inch after inch, I could feel my pussy muscles contract around its shaft as it advanced. I squirmed and wriggled from the way it was setting off my nerve endings in that most sensitive of places on the body. Then, I felt the clit-stroking extension make contact with my clit.
“WHOOPY!” I yelled with a grin on my face.
“You like that, yes?” Lydia asked with a grin on her face. I nodded. “Then you’re going to love this.” Lydia turned it on and my body jumped as if electrodes had been attached to me.
“ZZZZZZZZZZ” The noise fluctuated in pitch and tenor as Lydia began shafting me with it. She varied the pace of each thrust and how far in she put.
“Ohhh that’s great! That feels so great! Don’t STOP, whatever you do, DON’T STOP!” I exclaimed, clutching the sheets with my hands for dear live and writhing around in ecstasy from all that Lydia and her toy were giving me.
“Oh, you want me to stop?” She teased and immediately slowed her pace to near halt and turned it off. As I opened my mouth to correct her and plead for it to resume she turned the dial on it and it returned to life. Instead I merely screamed in delight. She would return to this a couple more times over the next few minutes. Eventually I could feel my orgasm beginning to build from deep inside me.
“Ohhh! Ahhh! Mmm! Ahhh!” I suspect that Lydia planned to tease me one more time, but my climax was so sudden it took her by surprise. As I began to come, my spasming pussy muscles began contracting and flexing with such force that Lydia could have let go of the Rampant Rabbit right there and then and it would have continued to shaft me. In fact my spasms were so intent that it seemingly flew out of my pussy, caked in pussy juice and landed on a towel Lydia’d had the foresight to lay down beside me. She eagerly picked the toy up and after switching it off began to like my discharge clean off it.

“My turn.” I declared with purpose.
“Be my guest.” Lydia replied. As we were in the process of changing places we shared another great kiss, this time with the faint taste of my salty pussy juices emanating from her mouth. Lydia lay down on her back, head on pillow, legs spread, exposing her fine pussy. I lent down and lapped at her clit and lips for a minute or two before introducing the Rampant Rabbit to her. I placed the ‘glans’ against her lips and held it there.
“Push it in.” She pleaded. I allowed a sneer to grace my features for a moment.
“What do you say?” I asked.
“Please?” Came Lydia’s reply. I smiled and inserted, inch by inch, the toy into her, stopping only when the clit extension was firmly pressed against her clit. I waited a moment and then, switching the toy on, I began shafting her in and out, in and out with gusto.
“Mmm!”, Lydia purred over and over as I shafted her. I tried to vary my approach. Sometimes I’d shaft her slowly maybe five or six times, letting go in deep, and then others I would do it really quickly. These variations seemed to please her and the combined stimulation of both her clit and the insides of her pussy simply drove her to the pinnacles of delight.
“Ohhh! Ohhh! Oooo!” She began pushing down with her pelvis, against my strokes in order to get better contact between the toy and her bits, pressing her clit down on the tail-like extension.
“That’s it hold it there, I so want to feel it!” She demanded. I duly obliged, but only for a moment and forced her to pushed down further. My intent was to prolong her agonies. Then after I felt she’d been strung out enough I leaned over and asked if she was ready.
“I want to CUM!” She yelled. Smiling, I intensified my thrusting in and out of her, the shaft of the rabbit positively glistening with Lydia’s juices, coating my fingers.
“Oooo! Oooo! Yes! Yes! I’m cumming! I’m CUMMMINNNNGGGG!!” Her body jerked and spasmed so much at one point I feared she was having a fit or seizure. Thankfully she calmed down and after a few moments of shaking declared that it was sublime. We both started laughing and I positively collapsed onto her, exhausted.

We cuddled for a while until I felt my pussy begin to twitch again, ready and eager for more action. Again there was the great kissing, with me tracing my lips across hers. I repeated the process with my tongue which she really appreciated. She then turned once more to her toy stash and produced a dark-purple Feeldoe dildo.
“Ever try one of these?” She asked waving it about. I said that I had and liked them. She gently inserted the smaller, egg-shaped end into her cunt, clearly she was taking the ‘male’ role in the fuck to come.
“How do you want me?” I asked playfully.
“On all fours.” Her voice had a commanding tone. She definitely regarded herself as being the dominant one in the bedroom and was eager to reclaim that dominance and control which she’d briefly lost when I used her own sex toy on her. I dutifully got onto all-fours, legs slightly splayed and thrust my ass into the air. I looked over my shoulder as best I could and saw her approach, her purple phallus dangling between her black sheer-stockinged thighs. She pressed herself up against me and I could feel the tip of her Feeldoe against my pussy-lips. And then, it broke through the lips and soon filled up a goodly portion of my love-canal. She held it in place for a moment or two before she placed her hands on the sides of my bum and began moving back and forth. Oh how that wonderful toy just glided in and out of my pussy, already stretched and slick with my juices from our previous activities. This time there was very little variation in her rhythm as she fucked me with the ‘doe. This is was in great part due to the sensations the smaller end embedded in her own cunt were giving her.
“Oooo! Ahhh!” We both exclaimed in unison as the shafting continued. I began pushing back against her to get the fullest possible exposure to all that it had to offer. As this was going on I could hear the bed creaking and the wooden headboard was banging in metronomic tempo with the exquisite pounding I was receiving from Lydia. These noises, just as much as the moaning, groaning and heavy breathing issuing from our mouths was turning me on.

I could feel my next orgasm building up and was eager to embrace it, but then, inexplicably Lydia stopped mid thrust. I trued to push back along the shaft, but Lydia was too quick for me and withdrew completely.
“Lie on your back.” She commanded. Even as I changed my position, Lydia was busying herself. She’d climbed from the bed and was rummaging around inside one of the drawers of a chest of drawers identical to the one in my room. Before I lay down completely I caught a glimpse of the drawer’s contents. It was her sock drawer. From it Lydia extracted two pairs of black stockings, one sheer and one opaque.
“Do you want us to put these on?” I asked. Lydia merely smiled and instead she approached the bad and tied one end of each of the opaques onto a bed post and then took hold of one of my ankles.
“You want to tie me up and fuck me?”
“If that’s okay with you?” Lydia asked. I don’t usually go into bondage, but my cunt ached for another climax and it wouldn’t be the first time I’d done such a thing with a stranger on a one night stand.
“Okay.” I agreed.
“Don’t worry, I’ll untie you once we’re finished.” Lydia assured me. She soon bound both my ankles and the swiftly repeated the process with the sheer ones and my wrists. Satisfied I was bound securely she quickly re-entered me, my slick cunt offering no resistance.

She propped herself up as if to do press-ups and with her face inches above mine, began to once more shaft me. This time she soon built up a rhythm, all the while staring at me with an enigmatic smile on her face, worthy of La Giaconda. Every so often as she humped me Lydia would lean down and deliver a lingering kiss. After only a couple of minutes of this my cunt and I were soon at the same point in the orgasmic cycle they’d been before Lydia had pulled out and bound me.
“Oh God Lydia! Ahhh! Oh God, I can’t last much-Oooo-longer before I burst!” I announced.
“Like-Ahhh-Wise! Ohhh! Ohhh!” She agreed between gasps. There was a sudden intensification of her thrusts that saw my back arch and my wrists and ankles strain at their leashes. Lydia’s back to, was arched and her head thrown back with a look of sublime agony etched on it. Sweaty, brows, narrow-slitted eyes and pursed lips.
“YAHHH!” She cried as her third orgasm of the evening (fourth if you count the one in the bath) ripped through her.
“OOOO LYDIA! I’M GO’NNA CUMMM!” I shrieked out my own scream of ecstasy as a volcano of pent up passion vented itself through out my body in wave after wave of muscular contractions and relaxations. I could feel my juices spurting over Lydia’s plastic cock and spill onto the sheets, and I didn’t care as I was too busy seeing stars.
”Now that was something.” I stated after we’d come down from our shared orgasmic high.
“That’s the understatement of the year.” Lydia said. She pulled out of me, the Feeldoe hanging down with my nectar dribbling down on the sheets. Lydia rose from the bed, removed the toy and went into the bathroom with both it and the Rampant Rabbit. I heard running water and when she returned she was rubbing the toys in a bath towel.

She put all of them away in one of the drawers of her bedside cabinet and then turned to me.
“You look a picture lying there like that. But don’t worry I won’t take one. We both like to keep this side of ourselves to ourselves.” She soon untied me and after putting the stockings away and removing her tights - which had neither laddered nor frayed, once more disappeared into the bathroom. I followed this time and saw her ball-up and deposit the tights into a laundry basket. She douched herself with a wet flannel and after she washed it out I did the same. As I did so Lydia sat on her loo and relieved herself. I followed suit and trailed her back into her bedroom. The bedclothes were a tangled mess with damp stains comprising a mixture of sweat and cum. Lydia gave a little sigh.
“This part is like doing the washing up without a dishwasher after a great meal.” Lydia then proceeded to strip the bed – save a mattress protector – of its clothes. She walked over to the chest of drawers and took out replacement sheets, though not satin or silk this time, just cotton with a duvet. I pitched in and helped her change the bedclothes. After discarding the soiled sheets in her clothes basket Lydia climbed into bed. For some reason I thought it more appropriate to use the bed I’d paid for than Lydia’s,
“Nonsense,” She said patting the side of the bed next to her, duvet down, “Its saves on the washing. I can leave the same bedclothes on that bed for my next guests. There’s a couple of newlyweds who are walking the Thames Trail to Abingdon, due here tomorrow.” I climbed beneath the sheets. They felt cool and crisp unsurprisingly.
“This couple. They wouldn’t hail from Hereford and be called Joe & Mel?” I asked. Lydia turned out the lights and settled down in the bed, encircling me with her arms.
“Why yes, why?” She asked. I laughed and told her that they were the couple I’d shagged the previous evening in the tent. I also told her about what they’d probably been up to today since I left them after breakfast.
“Umm. Well, you know, I’m not above having the odd cock, especially if it’s ‘the price of admission’ to some pussy, so maybe I’ll treat them to a night out.” We both giggled. As our laughter died away Lydia asked how she ranked on my bed-partners to date. I was able to truthfully reply she was the best.