Part Two
By about three K & K had finished loading and tidying the van, and it was time to go. There was much hugging and exchanging of contacts, and a few tears from Kandi. As I watched them pull away, I realized my week still had two and a half days to go, and wondered what the rest of it would bring.
Hearing soft music from the grain store I sauntered in. Will, a folk singer, was performing, very quiet and low key, no amplification. Mary, the farm’s owner and Jonathan’s mother, glanced up as I passed and said, “You look lost.”
“Yeah, and she’s only been gone two minutes,” quipped granddaughter Roxanne with a wicked smile.
“Oi shut it, cheeky,” I said. From the next table a voice purred, “We can be lost together if you like.” It was Samantha, in all her naked glory, sitting on her own, so I joined her. “No Mike, then?”
“No, still off somewhere,” she sighed, pricking her ears up at the sound of a car starting up outside. “Bet that’s Roger, going to meet him.”
I said nothing but my expression gave away how shocked I was.
“Don’t worry, I know all about that. Mike came out ages ago. It’s only us jointly owning the house that’s stopped us breaking up.” Thus answering my next question. For half an hour or so we sat in silence (stunned silence in my case), listening to the likes of the Seekers and James Taylor. Then Will announced a break, during which Frank, who had done the same sort of thing earlier in the week (presumably on the Tuesday while I was away) went up for a chat and a look through his collection of instruments. Not being fascinated by mandolins, zithers and whether you should use a microphone or a pickup, we stepped outside for a stroll.
“Oh NO!!”
Samantha had stopped dead, with a face like thunder. (Fortunately, the rest of her was looking as exquisite as ever.) “Look what the bloody sod’s done! He’s driven off in the motorhome and not left me the tent. B*st*rd.”
“So what will you do?”
“Heaven knows. Home’s a bit too far to walk.” We returned to the grain store. “Oh, look, the sofa, my problem’s solved.”
“You’ll have to budge up a bit then,” I said. “I’ve just realized I’ve got nowhere to sleep either now that Kim’s van’s gone. And Roger’s tent.” We’d noticed the empty space next to Mike’s.
We decided to relax for a while and work it out later, so returned to Nick Drake and Peter and Gordon, and settled down on the aforesaid sofa. After a while I noticed a weight on my shoulder, Sam was fast asleep. I slipped a cushion under her head and the action roused her.
“What … oh, thanks, Everard. You’re so kind.” She gave me a gentle but sensual hug and continued to listen to the music until it finished.
After tea, and assisted by a share of the wine box (at least Mike hadn’t taken that!) we brightened up a little and entered more into the spirit of things – one of the wine club was celebrating a birthday so at least there was a party mood about the place. We sat listening to the disco, or in my case trying not to as the only thing I hate more is that hippy folky stuff – don’t tell Yolanda.
Then I felt a strange sensation. Something was on my leg, with the very gentlest of touches, and moving groinwards. I recognized it as a hand but, hidden by the tablecloth, its owner’s identity was concealed. I hoped it wasn’t Evelyn, the sixty-six-year-old birthday girl and there was only one other woman on my side of the table. I turned to my left and there was Sam’s inscrutable face. She said nothing but the hand moved nearer. And nearer. And nearer. I was going to say it dropped onto my penis but it was more a case of me coming up to meet it. Two can play at that game I thought, and my left hand mounted an expedition to her inner thigh, tracing smaller and smaller circles as it got closer to the top. With an audience we couldn’t do much more so contented ourselves with a kiss. It had to be an innocent one though, as it was above table level and they could see that. They’d have seen a quartet of rock-hard nipples too but I don’t think they noticed those.
Samantha whispered sultrily in my ear. “That is so frustrating …”
“I suppose I shall have to go home tonight.” Then a bell rang in my head.
“Why don’t you come with me?”
“Are you sure you’ve got room?”
“I can probably find some.” I’d have knocked down an entire wall if it made room.
I stopped drinking and just tried to survive the disco. At a reasonably respectable hour, we dressed, excused ourselves, picked up our goods and chattels – and disappeared.
An hour later, Sam was standing in the doorway between my two bedrooms.
“So, which one do you prefer then?” She moved over to where I was standing and wrapped her arms around my neck. “This one. Mind if we get comfy?”
“Comfy as you like, sweetheart.” She slipped off her shirt in one easy motion. Mine followed and an instant later, my skimpy shorts (I knew she’d like those). Totally naked, and I hadn’t had to do a thing. She eased me onto the bed, and knelt beside me. Those perfect breasts I’d dreamed about so many times were now less than a handspan away – naturally, I made good use of that. They felt just as heavenly as I’d hoped and soon her nipples were as rigid as at the table earlier with mine catching up rapidly. She leaned forward and gave me the longest, deepest and most erotic kiss I had had for ages while one hand caressed my cock into a state of alertness, and both mine slid her shorts off her body and on to the floor. Her pussy was divine and, as I discovered when I eased two fingers into it, juicy and her G-spot waiting. I made sure it didn’t wait for long.
We shifted position to lay side by side and I gazed into her astounding green eyes. She said quietly, “Ev, I’m all yours.” All I could reply was, “Well I’m all yours too,” as she held me and guided me in. No matter how divine I’d imagined that feeling to be, the reality was ten times better.
I took it oh-so-slowly at first, as I wanted to savor every second. But soon the urge to put my foot down took over. My breathing and hers, now synchronized, grew faster and shallower with each thrust, and eventually she said, “Ohmygod ohhmyygodd ohhhmyyygoddd … can’t last much longer,” at the exact instant I was thinking the very same thing.
And moments later, we exploded simultaneously.
It didn’t take us long to fall asleep after that.
(To be continued!)
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