I hadn't intended a follow up on my last story, "The School Fete", but the way it ended seemed to suggest a further adventure. In that story, Julie and her friend Marina, had been ambushed by senior students in their son's school. You may want to read that story first.
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Julie's life had returned to normality after the unfortunate episode at the School Fete. There seemed to have been no repercussions at home or at school. Her husband had not noticed anything and despite real worry, she had delivered her son to school on Monday morning and nothing had been said, nor had she noticed any odd looks from other mothers, or staff. The only problem remaining, was some soreness in, shall we say, the pelvic area, not surprising after what she had been put through. She was back to the routine of housework, shopping, gardening and the school run. Julie had spoken to Marina and thankfully, there seemed to be no awkwardness or blame from her friend. That was very important, she valued Marina's friendship very highly. The two women were so similar in their outlook, sense of humour and fun, it seemed natural to be best of friends and she didn't want to lose that.
There remained one problem, or should that be decision, to make. That was the brief note given to her by James, one of her "partners" that evening. It shouldn't even be a problem, the only sane decision, was to throw it away, anything else put all she valued at risk. But and how often is there a but, he fascinated her. A thirty two year old women, fascinated by an eighteen year old schoolboy, how pitiful. He was confident and self possessed like few adults she had met, plus he had superb sexual technique. Julie couldn't get the memory of their encounter out of her mind. How could an eighteen year old be so skilled and aware of a woman's needs?
Several times she took the piece of paper out of her purse, several times put it away again. Once she screwed it up and threw it in the rubbish, only to retrieve it later. Finally, she rationalised her decision to call, by telling herself she needed to check whether her secret was still safe. The next problem was when to call, she decided just after school, when she had collected Josh, her son.
Finally, Julie called the number, her hands actually shaking with fear. There was an answer after a few rings,
"Hello, is that James Wilkes...good, this is Julie Franklin, you know, from the weekend."
"Hi Mrs Franklin.."
"Please call me Julie, under the circumstances, Mrs Franklin is a bit formal."
"You're quite right, Julie it is. I have to ask first, how are you? We put you both through a terrible experience and you must believe that we all regret it terribly. I would like to apologise on everyone's behalf. Seriously, I hope you are feeling a bit better."
He replied, sounding genuinely concerned, she had to admit, but so, so in control.
"This is very delicate, but whilst we all do regret it, the whole afternoon was unbelievably, well, just unbelievable. I'll remember it all my life. Before you ask, we all had a discussion after you left and everyone was very down about how badly they had behaved, really. Since then, nothing has been said between us and not a word with anyone who wasn't there, not a word and we all agreed it would never be mentioned again. I hope you're reassured by that?" James finished.
"Yes you're right, that was mainly why I called and thanks for that. Marina and I share the blame, we shouldn't have accepted you're offer to have a warm bath and dry our clothes after the storm, it was totally inappropriate." Julie finished, leaving the conversation open. James picked up on the opening.
"You said that was mainly why you called, was there something else I can help you with?"
It was now or never and Julie started shaking again, a slight tremor in her voice as she replied.
"Well, I just wonder if it might be a good idea to meet and talk through what happened, maybe have a picnic, whatever?" It sounded pretty lame and she wasn't sure what response she wanted, his ringing off would be the simplest.
Yet again, he was so sharp and confident in his response.
"Yes, that's an excellent idea, a talk may help us both, the picnic would be a break from school food and "Whatever", sounds fascinating."
Watch it buster, she thought, you can be a tad to confident and smooth, for your own good. She let it pass though and they set next Wednesday afternoon at 12 midday, as long as she could arrange care for josh's Sister.
"How should I collect you, coming to school is to risky? You won't wear uniform will you, that would be to weird?" Julie finished, hoping to end the conversation quickly and think about what she had just done.
They settled on a small country road a half a mile behind the School and she asked one last question,
"Can you have a beer, I am not sure what the rules are? Oh and I'm sure you won't mention to anyone what you're doing?"
"Of course I won't and compared with what else I've been up to, a beer is well, small beer."
"If you have to cancel, I'll understand, you have my mobile number now to phone me, bye." She finished.
"I'll be there, I wouldn't miss it, bye," James finished and they both rang off.
Julie sat in her sitting room, clutching her phone, shaking more than ever. You stupid, stupid bitch, she thought to herself. Nevertheless she started making the arrangements, before cold feet set in. First she thought of where to go. She remembered a lovely quiet wood about fifteen miles from the School, with a cool stream running through it. That would be perfect, they wouldn't be disturbed. Why did it matter if they were disturbed having a picnic? Julie didn't want to admit what she really hoped might happen. Next she phoned a friend about looking after little Sophie.
She put next week out of her mind and returned to the daily chores. The days went by and next Wednesday started perfectly, a warm, early Summer English day seemed to be on the cards. When Josh and her husband Jim, were off at School and work, Julie set her young daughter in front of her favourite blank paper and crayons and started on the picnic. That included a couple of cold beers for James and a small bottle of white wine for her. She was driving, but needed something to calm her nerves.
Next, she picked up her daughter and took her up to the bathroom, whilst she soaked in the bath. When Julie got out, she examined herself in the mirror, not bad she had to admit. Shoulder length dark blond hair, an even, pretty face, then large firm breasts, needing no support. Her gaze moved down to a nearly flat stomach with neatly trimmed pubic hair. Below that her hips swelled out and down into long well shaped legs. Next she turned round to check her full but firm buttocks, no hint of sagging there either. Yes, definitely a body that any man or boy might desire. She knew that anyway, all her life she had accepted men's eyes following her, at school, university and then at work. There had been so many offers and she was ashamed to admit she had accepted to many. Julie had always loved sex and she had experienced a lot, before she met Jim, not since though, that is, until last week. That time a few days ago at school, had not been the only time in her life, that she had taken multiple partners.
She broke her train of thought and went to dress. Pretty, but not sexy, on the outside at least, was her plan. She put on a simple, but very small, white half cup bra and pants. Her large nipples showed clearly through the bra. Julie had considered suspenders and stockings, but that was to obvious and stockings weren't right for a picnic. She had already decided not to invite any flirting by James. He would have to take the lead, she had some pride. Finally she put on a respectable Summer Cotton dress, similar to the one she had worn at the Fete, flat white shoes and she was ready.
Julie loaded up the car with the picnic, a rug to sit on, a towel and sun tan lotion. Finally she put her daughter in the car seat and drove her to the friend looking after her for the afternoon. When that was done, there was nothing else to do, but drive to the rendezvous. She thought for a moment, then drove off, committed at last.
Julie found the road and then James standing by it, dressed in jeans and a white tee shirt. She got out, checking the surroundings carefully, whilst he moved to kiss her on the cheek. She pushed him away.
"Don't worry, I checked carefully, there is no one around," James said.
She ignored him and got in, driving off as soon as he was in the car. They both felt shy and lost for words, out of their depth. They chatted inconsequentially as Julie drove, to cover their embarrassment. When they arrived at the wood, they were both relieved that no other cars were parked, they seemed to be alone.
The wood really was beautiful, with new leaves on the trees and the remains of Bluebells and Crocuses on the ground. Gathering up the picnic, they moved off in silence, walking between sun and shade through the trees. A light breeze rustled the leaves above them. The only other noise was occasional birdsong. James carried the Picnic and rug, walking slightly behind Julie, entranced by what he saw. Her dress was chaste, but also thin, it didn't hide the shape of her ass or long legs at all. When she turned and smiled, checking his progress, her breasts were in silhouette, with the sun shining through the dress, almost as if she was naked. He hadn't planned what he wanted to happen this afternoon, but at that moment he knew he needed to have her again, at any cost.
They finally arrived at the stream and found a small clearing by it, where they set down the picnic.
"Are you hungry yet?" Julie asked.
"No, lets cool our feet in the water for a while. Is it OK to take my Jeans off, I'm quite decent?" James asked and after a brief pause Julie nodded.
So they sat and paddled a while, talking about nothing in particular. It was all quite delightful, particularly the view. James thought of nothing, but how to get Julie out of her dress.
After a spell, Julie turned to the picnic, getting out the salad quiche and sandwiches. All Jamie could concentrate on was her ass bending over the basket. He put his hand on the back of her calf as he reached for his plate and a beer. Both of them felt the touch like an electric shock.
"This really is very good Julie, did you make the quiche yourself, it's delicious?"
