Kate was one of those women where you knew exactly
where you stood. She'd tell you things as they were and if it was in
your best interest to hear some home truths she wasn't afraid of being
the one to do it. She was eminently practical and worked as an administrator,
leading a small team with the same lack of nonsense she employed in
everything else she did in life.
Even her recent divorce was handled in the same
practical way. She still had great affection for Ted, and their marriage
had been a good one with 15 years of relative bliss, but the passion
had hardly ever been there and although still on great terms with each
other, the spark had gone, and they'd drifted apart.
So it had all ended amicably, selling the house
and sharing everything with no animosity at all, although their friends
and family were still in a state of shock some two years later, and
she hadn't felt the need for a new man in her life. At 38, she felt
those days had passed, and listening to the young girls in the office
cooing over boys they'd met on holiday reinforced her belief that she
was well out of it.
"We should go to back to Magaluf this summer,
the lads were lush!" Demi declared.
"Yeah, but I need to top up my tan before I
go" Chelsea replied, "I can't get on the beach looking this
pale."
Kate, listening quietly, smiled inwardly at the
superficiality of the conversation, and wondered if such things had
ever mattered so much to her in her youth… Probably, she concluded
as the conversation went on…
"I've arranged to get new hair extensions done
and there's this new nail place opening in town!" Demi continued.
"Oh stop!" Chelsea squeaked, "My
cousin went there and her nails are Ah-Maze-Ing!"
"I was thinking red to match that killer dress
I got!"
"Oh that'll look so hot!" Chelsea agreed.
"Where are you going again?" Demi asked
Kate, suddenly drawing her into the conversation she had been internally
mocking up to that point.
"Newquay."
"Where's that?" Chelsea asked.
"Cornwall."
"You should go to Spain or Greece!" Demi
advised, "Get hammered and get laid!" she laughed.
"Oh, I'll leave all that to you two,"
Kate smiled, relieved to see the other senior member of her team return
from her lunch, with a parcel under her arm, which she juggled slightly
as she placed it on the desk in front of Kate.
"…Leave all what to them?" Susan asked,
curious about the conversation she caught the tail end of, "I caught
the DHL guy outside on my way back," she explained as she left
the parcel and returned to sit behind her own desk with the cup of coffee
she had brought back with her.
"Sun, sand and STD's," Kate joked.
"Oh!" smiled Susan
"Was that Kate's DHL guy?" Chelsea retorted
trying to deflect the criticism of her lifestyle back on her boss.
"Oh stop!" Kate retorted with a dismissive
wave of the hand.
"Oh yeah..!" Demi agreed with her young
colleague, "He's really got the hots for you, Kate!"
"Oh give it a rest!"
"No, he does, Kate!" Chelsea insisted,
"He always looks disappointed when you're not here!"
Kate looked over to Susan who cocked her head to
one side and nodded. Outnumbered, Kate just stayed silent to let the
conversation die.
"Have you got everything packed?" Susan
asked, realising a change of tack was called for.
"All ready to go in the morning," Kate
smiled, contemplating the week away where she could relax and read a
good book or two.
"Who are you going with?" Demi asked.
"I'm going on my own."
"…On your own?" Chelsea squeaked.
"Yes."
"That sounds boring to me," the young
girl said.
"…Yeah!" Demi agreed.
"Well it suits me fine," Kate assured
them
In the morning she loaded up the car and set off
for Cornwall travelling most of the way by motorway, mindful that the
son of the woman who owned the cottage she was renting would be waiting
to hand over the key at five as arranged.
The sat nav took her all the way without any problems.
The sun was shining, and the traffic was light once she got past Bristol,
with only the caravan convoys of the retired who swelled the population
of the South West at this time of year.
The cottage was situated just outside a village,
and the young man was indeed there as she pulled up outside, stepping
through the front door, with the distracted air of someone who had somewhere
better to be. When he eventually did speak, though he was polite and
to the point…
"Kate?" he asked as he stepped through
the front door of the little stone cottage.
"Yes," she confirmed, "…Daniel?"
"Yes," Daniel replied looking to the passenger
door of the car, "You're on your own?"
"I am, yes."
Daniel just shrugged as though surprised. "Come
on in, and I'll show you around."
The tall young man stooped as the wooden beamed
ceiling reached down to try and clout him on his head at every opportunity,
and the small reception room complete with an open fire was small and
picture perfect. The little kitchen continued the theme, with a small
but sturdy oak table again perfectly matched the characterful room,
with modern appliances tastefully rubbing shoulders with the vintage
origins.
The tight, steep staircase led to equally beautiful
rooms, with the larger master bedroom being particularly tastefully
and sympathetically decorated, a thought interrupted by catching Daniel
looking her up and down thoughtfully through the corner of her eye.
"It's beautiful!" Kate declared.
"I suppose so," Daniel replied, somewhat
blasé now about the attractions of rural life.
"…And thank you for the tour."
"It's okay," Daniel replied nonchalantly,
handing the key over before starting back toward the village on foot,
without glancing back as the warm evening sun laid it's milky blanket
over the beautiful scene.
Kate didn't need long to unpack, finding the oak
drawers in the bedroom a delightful touch and making her feel slightly
envious of young Daniel who was obviously unaware how lucky he was to
live in such a beautiful place.
She caught herself checking herself in the full
length mirror to see what he'd been looking at earlier though. Her shortish
brown hair wasn't out of place. She might not be obsessed with keep
fit classes or diets, but there was no unsightly love handles on her
size 12 figure.
There were no unsightly or embarrassing coffee stains,
and nothing out of place. Her blouse wasn't see-through, and her breasts
hadn't yet completely lost the battle with gravity even if they weren't
as pert as they once were, and her jeans were reasonably tight. Well
whatever he'd noticed, it wasn't anything embarrassing.
She cooked herself a simple meal using a few things
she had brought with her, and settled in the reception room with a novel
for company. It was the perfect start to a much needed break.
The next couple of days were spent sightseeing and
enjoying her escape from the cut and thrust of city life, but on the
third day she made her way into Newquay itself, and with the warm sun
promising a nice day, a read on the beach seemed like a good idea.
As she settled into her novel her gaze occasionally
broke off to look at the surfers making there repeated forays out in
search of the perfect wave. Kate had always wanted to try, but always
had a reason not to go through with it. Now she felt the time had past
and it was a youngster's sport, shaking her head as that thought was
rubbished as she spied a man with grey hair and round a belly stretched
his wet suit like a giant blister, making it clear even from a distance,
that this was no kid stumbling about and falling off so often.
Kate shook her head. No doubt a wetsuit would make
her body look like a sack of spuds. What kind of idiot would leave themselves
open to such ridicule? She sought solace within the covers of her novel
and left the kids to show the old man up for the mid-life crisis he
was obviously having. She smiled to herself with another little shake
of her head.
A couple of hours later she was interrupted from
putting her beach towel in the boot of her car by a voice coming from
somewhere by the car alongside hers.
"…Perfect weather!"
Kate turned to see the middle aged surfer, with
his wetsuit disturbingly unzipped and the top half pulled down and hanging
from his waist, a white hairy chest complete with man boobs and his
belly spilling out as though the rubbery outfit had split and given
up the battle.
"…yes," she agreed politely.
"I was out there surfing!" he declared.
"That would explain the wet suit," she
observed, smiling.
"…Oh …yes!" he laughed, "I noticed
you on the beach…"
Kate steadied herself for what was to follow…
"…Your husband didn't come with you today?"
he enquired.
"I'm divorced," Kate replied.
"Oh… well maybe I'll see you around?"
"Possibly…" Kate smiled politely. Opening
her car door and stepping in, "Got to dash. My boyfriend's waiting!"
She almost felt sorry for him as his face dropped,
but as she sped off the sense of relief turned into a fit of the giggles.
That evening she decided to walk into the village
and visit the pub, and approaching the stone building which vied with
the church as the focal point of this small village. Rounding the last
corner brought the slight hum from the revellers within into earshot,
but just as Kate was closing in on the door a roar rose up from inside
the building, which made her heart sink "They must be watching football!" she thought to herself.
The door opened to reveal a busy pub within, wooden beams on the ceiling
decorated by polished brass ornaments and every age group was present.
Kate eased her way to the bar, where she recognised one face, "Hi
Daniel," she smiled.
"Hi," he smiled warmly, "What are you drinking?"
"Oh, that's very kind of you," she smiled, as the older
man next to Daniel stepped aside to let her get closer to the bar, "a
cider?"
"…Scrumpy?" the landlord asked
"Oh yes, please!" Kate replied enthusiastically, "It's
busy in here tonight!" she declared as another roar rose up behind
a wall at the far end of the room.
"…Skittles!" Daniel explained.
"There's a team down from Devon, and they're taking on our boys
in a league match," the landlord continued.
"…How exciting!"
"I'll show you, if you'd like!" Daniel offered.
"Yes please! I've never seen a game of real skittles."
With a fresh glass of cider each they rounded the wall to find the
skittle alley and the scores very close as team members took turns to
bowl the wooden ball down the alley at the skittles stacked at the other
end.
Daniel explained the rules, which aside from the smaller ball and
less sophisticated appearance seemed similar to ten pin bowling. The
excitement built as the scores stayed close until the visitors finally
pipped the home team.
"Would you like to have a go?" Peter, the home team captain
asked, after being introduced to Kate by Daniel.
"I'd love to!" she beamed.
Daniel and Peter, helped and encouraged by members of both teams,
then introduced Kate to the game of skittles with Peter then suggesting
a game, with the two team captains playing Daniel and the newcomer.
Again it was close, which Kate modestly assumed was a symptom of the
amount of cider everyone, including herself, was consuming, and hugs
to celebrate or commiserate between Daniel and herself broke down any
barriers and by the end of the game they were giggling like children
rather than two people a decade apart and the hugs continued as they
relived moments in the game long into the evening.
The cider gradually loosened her up, and controlled withdrawn Kate
became a giggling teenager again and was a little surprised by the warm
glow inside when Daniel offered to walk her back to the cottage.
They were giggling as they rounded the last corner to walk the last
stretch of road to the old cottage, "Shhhh!" Kate hissed loudly
in a fit of giggles, "…we'll wake the neighbours," throwing
her arms around his shoulders and putting a finger on his lips before
realising what she was doing and pulling back as though to apologise.
"Why don't we give them something worth twitching their curtains
for!" he laughed with his hand now resting on her arse.
"Naughty!" she giggled waving a finger at him, "I'm
old enough to be… your big sister!"
"Young enough to be attractive," he replied as they faced
each other hovering as though a kiss was imminent.
Daniel seized the moment and their lips met. For a moment the kiss
seemed heavenly, but she suddenly sobered up for a moment and pulled
back, smiling as she responded.
"You, are a naughty boy… a very nice… tempting, but naughty
boy!" she giggled.
"Age is just a number," he smiled, leaning forward to kiss
her again.
The kiss made her head spin, and as they broke off she put her finger
back on his lips, "…a very naughty boy!"
They walked the last few steps side by side, with Daniel's hand resting
comfortably on Kate's waist and her head on his shoulder. They made
the last few steps take an eternity before she stood with her back to
the front door facing Daniel who was pressed up against her, hovering
for another kiss. She could feel the bulge in his crotch through her
skirt.
"Thank you," she began, as he gave her the first kiss on
her lips, "It's been a wonderful evening," a longer kiss,
and for the first time their tongues brushed against each other briefly,
"…Oh my!"
It was clear by now that Daniel wanted to follow her inside. The battle
raging within was that she wanted him to!
He took the key from her hand and put it into the lock alongside her
in the door, and turned the handle, the door swung open with Kate following
it backwards, overwhelmed by events unfolding.
She stepped aside as Daniel closed the door and then they rushed together,
passion unleashed she clasped her hands on his cheeks and kissed him
hard, his hands rising from her waist to her breasts, squeezing gently
as they edged toward the sofa.
Daniel slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders and kissed her
neck as he pulled the dress down. Her breasts were sensitised by her
hardening nipples. He squeezed them again and licked the pert nipples
as she fell backwards onto the sofa with Daniel on top.
She struggled to pull the t-shirt clinging tightly to his muscled
torso over his head as their passion reached fever point and she hitched
her knees up and wide to grip his ribs and the bulge in his crotch pressed
against her now damp white cotton knickers. Licking and sucking her
other nipple before kissing his way up toward her neck and lips once
more he was feeding her with sensations which built one on top of the
other to send the tingle into her pussy from a trickle of juices to
a veritable flood.
His left hand frantically reaching under her skirt along the outside
of her thigh, finally reaching her knickers, and with little subtlety
or delicacy yanked her cotton pants down in frantic jerky movements.
Kate in turn, reached down and unfastened his belt and the buttons on
his jeans as though they were on fire and burning him.
Both of them were breathing heavy as finally she pulled his boxer
shorts past his rock hard shaft, and guided him toward her eager pussy,
now tingling like crazy as the orifice lubricated. Feeling the head
of his cock touching the entrance of her wet pussy she pulled his jeans
and boxers down over his arse and gripping a cheek in each hand pulled
him in and gasping as he poked it deeper than expected with the same
lack of subtlety she remembered from her teenaged experiences, and with
a couple more thrusts to get all his cock into her Daniel quickly built
up to an enthusiastic and fast rhythm, Kate panting as each thrust poked
home.
She moved her hands from his ass cheeks and scratched all the way
up to his shoulders digging her nails in. Her knees gripping his ribs
tightly and her panting now included soft whimpers as his cock slap, slap, slapped into her wet vagina,
with a loud FLOSH FLOSH
FLOSH
as his shaft splashed into her.
The whimpers had given way to full blown moans now as he fucked her
hard and fast, she felt a wave of sensations radiating out from her
pussy, arching her back, which brought a hard thrust to push her back
down in reply. As her back once again met the sofa his rhythm increased
to a blistering pace and both approached an enthusiastic orgasm.
"Yes…YES… YESS …YEEESSSS!" she screamed as she got
sooo close to coming before feeling his cock stiffen and hot jets of
his cum jetting into her… "Oh yes…Come into me… Give me you
cum!" she said, grabbing his arse and pulling him hard inside her
and biting his shoulder as the last drops dribbled out of his cock.
Her knees gripped his ribs even more tightly and she kept encouraging
him…"Oh yes Daniel… Cum in me… Feed me your cum… Oh GOD,
YES!"
Daniel collapsed onto her and rested his head ext to hers.
"Thank you!" she purred, "That was wonderful!"
He laid there for a few moments before getting up and then got up,
pulling his jeans and boxers back up and grabbing his t-shirt as Kate
straightened herself up and met him with a kiss before he opened the
door and stepped through.
In the morning Kate took a little while to comprehend that what happened
really DID happen. A chair moved as they brushed past on their way to
the sofa and the cushions on the floor reminded her that it had. She
smiled to herself, "Well that was out of character, Kate,"
she told herself as she sat in the kitchen warming her hands around
a cup of tea.
She spent the day around the cottage, relaxing and reading more of
her book in the morning, and going for a little walk after lunch.
By evening she had decided not to go back to the pub. Although he
didn't seem to be the bragging type, she didn't fancy all eyes being
on her as people discussed the events of the night before. Not that
she felt she had anything to be ashamed of. It was a bit of fun and
no-one had been hurt.
So it was a bit of a surprise when there was a knock at the door that
evening. As the door swung open to reveal her young lover her eyes widened
and her pulse quickened.
"Daniel!" she smiled.
Whatever he planned to do went out of the window as a rush of blood
went to his head and he stepped inside.
Again, as the door closed behind him animalistic desire took over
and they met with a passionate kiss… staggering through the room pulling
each others clothes off until, by the kitchen they were both down to
underwear.
Kate backed up to the kitchen table as Daniel reached round and unhooked
her bra and then pulling her knickers down as she sat on the edge of
the table and spread her legs invitingly while reaching down and pulling
his boxers down to his knees. She then grabbed his throbbing rod and
guided it toward her now wet pussy.
Her young lover wasted no time upon feeling his cock brush against
the entrance of her soft, pink pussy he thrust in, making Kate gasp.
The passion was frantic and he went about his business with eagerness
and energy that came with youth, grabbing her thighs and thrusting into
her from his hips and building up to a rhythm that was fast and constant,
like a machine he thrust enthusiastically until his balls slap, slap, slapped into her now soaking
vagina.
"Oh… Oh… Oh… Ah… Ah… AH!" she moaned as he rifled
his shaft in and out.
As quickly as it had begun he built up to a blur. A tidemark of her
juices showing how deep his cock had been as it glistened and slap, slap, slapped in before he let
out a loud roar, slammed stiffened cock in hard and Kate felt hot spurts
of cum shooting into her.
She grabbed Daniel's head and rested it on her shoulder as his energy
was briefly sapped.
Not much was said, Kate leading him by the hand upstairs once he had
recovered from his exertions, going to the bed room where they stripped
off and made love repeatedly until their sticky, sweaty and exhausted
bodies lay entwined on the bed. The sweet aroma of sex filling the room,
and there they stayed until fingers of morning sunlight poked through
the curtains.
The next few days the couple saw each other at least once a day, and
the sex was just as intense as it had bee in the kitchen. Once meeting
on a path near the village, Kate lying back on a grass verge, her knickers
tying her ankles together and knees wide as he thrust his cock into
her.
When he was done and spent she pulled her knickers back up and they
carried on walking and giggling as though nothing had happened. His
cum dribbled out of her freshly used vagina, staining her cotton knickers.
Handing the key back was a matter of passing it to him over the breakfast
table as by the end of the week Daniel was spending every night with
Kate, and she returned home with fresh memories of their last session.
The following Monday she arrived to face a familiar conversation from
the two young girls.
"It's going to be Magaluf then!" Demi declared after tapping
away on her computer.
"…Oh- MY-GOD!!!" Chelsea squealed clapping her hands.
"A holiday isn't a holiday unless I get utterly plastered and
laid… Oh… No offence, Kate!"
"…None taken!" Kate smiled. If only they knew…
Extract taken from Ages of Sin available in Paperback and on Kindle
from Amazon and can be found along with other titles published by Neil
Winnington on his Author Page on Amazon
