A Wandering

Thank you for reading my short story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England. All email comments good or bad are welcomed. I will try and reply to each and every one but please note that all email comments from an incomplete or invalid email address will be deleted immediately and sadly will not be read. Rude or abusive comments may result in blocking. Please note that I am a female and I write in British English.

It was a cool and grey day with no forecast for rain and so it seemed a perfect candidate for a walk in the dales. I grabbed my Gortex coat and put on my walking shoes and headed up beyond Keighley and found a suitable place to park up where I wasn't blocking any farm tracks, but where there was a designated public footpath I could venture along.

The first mile or so was along the edge of cereal crop fields, I wasn't skilled enough to know what, it could be wheat for flour, or barley for beer, I had no clue but would probably use either as an end product. There were hawks wheeling in the sky, their whistles probably distinctive to someone in the know, but for me, they were simply a form of raptor and that is as much as I needed to know. I stopped by a copse and sat for a while on a mossy bank, taking a sip or two of my water, before carrying on. I had an apple tracker in my car and my phone in my pocket and so I knew that no matter where I roamed, I would be able to find my way back to my car, and so I just wandered.

The fields changed from crops to wilder and scrubbier grassland, and some contained a few forlorn looking sheep, not the designer sheep you see in the home counties, these were rugged sheep that told you to wait for mutton, no lamb for you. After another hour or so of walking, the path went alongside a farm the other side of a dry-stone wall. There was a farmhouse, a few out buildings, a barn, an old Massey Tractor and a girl sitting on the ground.

"Oh, hello," I called, "everything all right?"

"Hello. Well, no not really," she answered. "I seem to have twisted my ankle, and I can't get up."

"Would you mind if I popped over the wall and helped you? You don't really want to be sat on the ground, you will get a chill."

"Oh, thank you, that would be very kind of you."

I sat on the up of the wall and swung my legs over and was in the farmyard. I went across to her, she looked to be in her early twenties, perhaps late teens, more of a woman than a girl. I put my hands into her armpits and lifted her to her feet. She tentatively put a foot to the ground, and I could feel her wince through my arms, that must have hurt.

"Oh dear," she said in her soft Yorkshire accent, definitely a local I thought.

"Oh dear indeed. Shall I help you into the house, you can sit on a chair or something."

"Oh yes please, my parents are away for the day and will not return for hours."

I stood on the side of her injured ankle and supported her as she hopped to the house. She leant on the wall next to the door as I unlatched and opened the door. I helped her inside and she sat on a kitchen chair by the door.

I am no doctor and would not be able to diagnose what was wrong, be it a break or a sprain or just a twist, so apart from getting her indoors, I wasn't going to be much help.

"Do you think that you might need an ambulance or something? I have a car a couple of miles away that I could fetch and take you to hospital if you want." I knew I could look on the maps App on my phone, find out where I was and then go and get the car and drive it along the lanes to here. I would probably be about an hour.

"Oh goodness no. It will be alright in a few hours. I probably out to put something cold on it though."

She was wearing a simple dress that stopped at her knees, and on her feet were simple gumboots, rather well-worn gumboots and that is possibly why she turned her ankle.

"Let me help you get your boot off, and then I can see if I can find something to make a cold compress with."

"Thank you, you are being so kind."

"Not at all." To be honest I am a sucker for a damsel in distress.

I leant down and gripped the boot on her bad foot and tried to rock it off, it was having none of it. It may have been that her ankle was swollen and filling the boot, or simply that the boot was just a little small for her anyway.

"Let me try the good foot first," I said glancing up at her and stopping dead in my tracks, lost for words.

I could see straight up her skirt to her white knickers that were a bit too tight and were inside her crease a bit. I lie, not a bit, a lot. I could very clearly see the shape of her sex, her outer lips bulging in the knickers, the gusset sucked into her, the clear outline of her inner labia showing. It was a clear anatomy lesson in this young woman. Bloody Nora, how was I supposed to unsee that?

"Okay, that is a good idea," she said shaking me back to reality. Boot, good foot, yes.

I gripped the boot and pulled it off the good foot, it rotated upwards and came off easily. At least I now knew how the boot would come off, just a case of would I be able to get it off her injured ankle. I held the boot on her injured foot and rotated it upwards and it moved slightly but she squealed in pain and so I stopped.

"No, no don't stop, it will come off," she gasped.

I started again, my eyes firmly fixed on her knickers and the wonderful shape within, her sex, oh goodness, how did it taste I wondered. As I was distracted by her crotch I managed to get the boot off and as it released I almost fell backwards.

"Goodness are you alright?" she asked.

"I am fine, thank you, now then a compress. I need something cold."

"There is some ice in the freezer, or a pack of frozen peas."

"Okay, perfect, I will get the peas and grab some tea towels and make a compress around your ankle." I said managing to tear my eyes away from the wonderful stolen visage.

The bag of peas secured, I wrapped a tea towel around her ankle, placed the peas on it, and then wrapped and tied a second tea towel around the top to secure it. I stood back up and sat in a chair next to her hoping that she wouldn't notice the bulge in my trousers. How could I explain that?

"Oh, that is feeling better already," she said.

"Good. I am Tony, by the way, pleased to meet you."

"I am Eloise, only everyone calls me El."

"Well, El, I am pleased to make your acquaintance," I said in reply.

"It is just after eleven now," I said, "When will someone else be home?"

"There are only my parents, and they won't be home until after six."

"Would you like to ring them, or me to ring them and explain what has happened?"

"We don't have phones, only the farm phone that is over there," she said pointing at a wall mounted land line. No, it will be fine."

"Perhaps I ought to stay with you for a while, make sure that you are okay. Shall I make some tea?"

"Thank you, yes, I don't see many people, I just live on the farm."

I got up and checked that the kettle had water in and lifted the cover on one of the hobs on the Aga and put the kettle on the heat up. I turned back to El.

"Are you okay there, or is there a more comfortable chair we can move you to?"

"Yes, the lounge, but I need the loo. Can you help me, the loo is just through there, the lounge is the other side."

I put my arms under her shoulders and lifted her and we moved slowly to the loo. I helped her in and then backed away leaving her to her privacy. I heard the sounds as her wee splashed into the bowl and the roll of the toilet paper as she pulled a sheet to wipe herself. There was the sound of running water as I guesses she washed her hands in the washbasin, and then she was done.

"Okay, thank you, I am finished, can we get me to the sofa?"

I turned around and immediately noticed the knickers on the washbasin, had she taken them off? I didn't notice them there when I helped her in. How odd. She hopped to the doorway and I took her weight and helped her through to the lounge and gently lowered her onto the sofa.

"Do you want to lay sideways so that your leg is up of the floor."

"I am not sure Tony, like this is fine for now, you could sit next to me, or over there on the armchair."

"Where is best for you?" I asked.

"I think next to me for now."

"Okay then El, that is where I shall sit." I sat next to her on the sofa and as I sat her hand rested on my knee.

"Do you have many friends come to visit?" I asked, "you know, from college?"

"Oh no, I didn't go to school or college, mum and dad taught me everything at home, so no, no one visits."

"Wow, so do you never go out, to dances or things?"

Her hand squeezed my leg a little as she answered.

"No, by the time we have finished the chores I am usually too tired to go out. And anyway, I don't think there is anywhere to go."

"No, I suppose that you are a bit isolated up here. What about TV or the internet, do you get to see those?"

"I don't know what they are, I guess we don't have them."

Talk about living in the dark ages, no TV, no internet, probably the only people she would have seen are the occasional farm visitors and her parents.

"Do you go with your parents if they go into town for shopping, things like that?"

"I have a few times, but it is so busy, there are so many people, I don't like it much."

"Home schooling, you don't hear about that much these days."

"Oh, okay, well, mum would tell me things and then the next day dad would test me to see how much I had remembered. We did all kinds of things, especially to do with farming I suppose."

"That makes sense, mathematics would be useful and obviously English. Did you do things like Biology?"

"Oh yes, we did all of that, mum would explain things to me and then dad would test me the next day as I said. We obviously did practical experiments too, yes, it was good."

"Oh, experiments?"

"Well, yes, mum would explain how animals and people reproduced and then dad would show me and then we would do it and mum would also check that I knew everything and had taken my lessons on board."

My mind was boggling. "Er, sorry El, what would you and your dad do?"

"Well, mum explained how a man would get stiff when he wanted to do it with a woman, and then he would put it between her legs. Dad showed me how stiff he would get, and then he put it between my legs. It was all straight forward, and then I knew everything."

My fucking God, her dad was shagging her under the pretence of home schooling, the crafty bugger.

"Oh right. How did that come about then, seems a little odd."

"Well, one night after I had gone to bed I heard a strange noise, it was like slapping, and mum was making grunting noises, so I went into their bedroom to make sure everything was okay. Dad was lying on top of mum and moving, and when he moved there was the slap noise, and mum made the grunting noise. I asked them if they were okay. Mum said yes they were and to go back to bed. The next day they explained how dad would make mum feel happy."

"Okay." What else could I say?

"And then the next day mum said it was time for a biology lesson and that she would tell me what was happening when I went into their bedroom the previous night. And then she called dad in and he showed me his dick and how it went from floppy to hard and that when he was hard he was ready to make a woman happy."

"Okay. Yes, I suppose that is one way of explaining it."

"I could make you happy Tony," she said putting her hand on my bulge, "I know how. I could see that you got hard when you took my boots off. I guess you were looking up my dress."

"Er yes, sorry, I did, and I shouldn't have."

"It is okay," She lifted her dress up and I could see her naked fanny, a small patch of blonde hair above her crease, and then her crease with its inner folds spilling out. My dick jerked, and she must have felt it in her hand.

"Oh, you like that, you can touch it if you want, I don't mind. I like it when dad touches it."

"Does your dad touch it often El?" My dick twitching again in my trousers.

"Oh yes, except when I am on my monthlies of course. He doesn't touch me then, but I just touch him, mum showed me how to do that, I could do that for you if you want."

As she spoke, she started to undo my trousers and pull down my zipper. My dick was feeling like it would explode and I almost did when she put her hand inside my underpants and held my dick.

"Oh Jesus," I gasped as she began to move her hand.

"It would be easier if you took your trousers down," she said, and of course, she was right.

I stood up and pushed my trousers and under pants down and turned to face her, my dick hard and facing forward aiming at her face, I was in a quandary, I wanted her to wank me and at the same time I wanted to fuck her, I wanted to fill her fanny and flood her womb. I felt as if I had never wanted a woman more.

She took my dick in her hand once more and began to wank me, pulling my foreskin all the way back and then letting it roll back over my glans. She began to pick up the pace and she squeezed a little harder as she worked my dick.

"You are bigger than my dad," she said, "would you like to put it inside me? I wonder if it would fit?"

Would I? Do badgers shit in the woods?

"Well, yes, that would make me happy," I said using her own words, "but I don't want to hurt your ankle any more."

"Help me onto the floor and then I can move my bad ankle out of the way. Do you want to see my tits? I can take my dress off. Dad likes to see my tits, would you like to?"

"Why yes, El, that would be very nice."

She pulled her dress up and over her head. She hadn't been wearing a bra and so was now naked. Her breasts were probably a DD, very nice, and being young, were still on her upper chest. Her nipples were almost like wine corks, they were huge and pointing forwards not down. She had a fantastic body, her dad was very lucky. I wondered what her mum looked like, possibly an older version of Eloise.

I helped Eloise onto the floor and she lay on the rug her legs apart, her fanny glistening and her boobs jiggling on her chest as she breathed in and out. I took the rest of my clothes off and knelt between her legs, leant forward and took one of those magnificent nipples into my mouth. Oh my, the texture, the taste, was unprecedented in my experience. I lost myself on her breast for a moment or two and then my dick reminded me of my goal.

I moved down her stomach kissing it as I went, my tongue dragged through her small blonde forest and then I was at her treasure, my tongue pressed at her clitoris and she gasped.

"Oh my, dad doesn't do that, oh goodness," she sighed.

My tongue moved on, sliding between the folds of her fanny, they curled around my tongue as I moved, her taste was feminine, clean, sweet almost, and her fanny got moister as I moved, her juices were flowing. I slipped two fingers under my chin and found her entrance, circling it before I pressed in through her opening. She squealed.

I licked up and down her valley, her labia curling around my tongue as I moved, it felt as if her fanny were kissing me, my fingers pressing ever deeper inside her, feeling the bumps and ripples of her fanny walls, a spare finger laying back over her perineum and pressing at her sphincter.

"Oh my, oh goodness," she was gasping and her fanny began to squeeze my fingers as my tongue sought her clitoris once more, dabbing, pressing, licking and then she rose high in the air, her back arching and she screamed a loud release, her fanny clamping hard on my fingers as her orgasm erupted through her body.

"Oh, oh my," she said as her body relaxed back to the floor. I eased away and moved up, wiping my fanny smeared mouth across hers, my tongue pressing between her lips as I fisted my dick to her entrance and pressed. Her fingernails dug into my back as my dick penetrated her deeper and deeper, my dick reaching her depth as my balls jiggled against her thighs.

I settled, my pubis resting against her mons, my balls dangling in space, my dick deep inside her body, my mouth against hers, her fingernails digging into my back, it was time. I began to ease out of her fanny, she sighed as her fanny emptied of my man meat, and then as I pushed back in, she gulped. I began to move faster, the sound of my body against hers echoing around her lounge, her gasps getting louder and louder.

My foreskin was a blur inside her body, my glans stimulated by our movement, her rocking up and down as I shagged her, my dick pumping in and out, her fanny spasming around me, her words unintelligible as she gasped words, not that I was listening, my focus was elsewhere. I could feel my balls tighten, I could feel that pinch of pain deep inside me where the root of my dick was, and I knew my moment was close.

Eloise was gasping loudly; her fanny was tightening and she bent her head backwards and her mouth opened and her eyes stared. Her fanny clamped hard on my dick and my balls erupted filling her fanny, flooding her womb with my sperms, my breath leaving in a loud grunt as I pressed in hard, holding against her, flattening her crease as my orgasm released.

She sighed loudly and then laughed and then cried.

"Oh gosh, oh my, oh, that was different," she managed as her body began to relax. "You made me happy twice, oh, and you feel so different," she finished.

"You feel so wonderful Eloise," I said, "thank you for making me happy."

I wondered to myself if I could risk staying around and perhaps shagging her again, perhaps from the back, but I did not want to incur the wrath of her parents, farmers, after all, often had guns, and I didn't think I could outrun a shotgun blast.

"Let's get you tidied up Eloise," I said, "and then I better be on my way, it wouldn't be good if your parents returned early and found me here."

"Okay. Thank you, now I know all men are not the same, that they can feel different."

She stood up, no limp or cry of pain. I looked at her in surprise.

"Oh," she said, "I saw you walking on the path and decided I needed to see what someone other than my dad was like, so I pretended."

I laughed, her ploy had worked. "Well done you," I said as I dressed and prepared to leave. I wondered how much of what she had said was true and how much was a lie? It didn't matter, she had been a good lay.