It was a bright, sunny day in a Summer that had not had many so far. It felt a good opportunity to stretch my legs and get some fresh air and so I gathered a few bits together including a bottle of water and used some left over chicken in the fridge to make some sandwiches for later. I also thought it wise to grab a lightweight anorak knowing how quickly the weather could change lately. In any case it would give me something to sit on if I felt the need to rest at any time. I was not as young as the man who still lived in my head and realised I had to behave accordingly. Not that I was past it in any way and the sight of an attractive lady still had the ability to stir my loins and get me hard in just the right spot.
I jumped on the bus that ran regularly past the back of my house, changed buses in my local town and soon found myself in the countryside. Remarkable to think that I was less than 15 miles from the throbbing metropolis of Manchester and it's links to the Industrial Revolution and the invention of the first real computer.
Out here it was a different world and once I took the footpath from the main road and headed towards Winter Hill and Rivington Pike I was surrounded by nothing but open grasslands and the occasional tree. Soon the sounds from the road had vanished and all I could hear was the faint call of a curlew in the distance ahead of me.
There was not a soul in sight as the path wound through a small wood and started to climb gently towards the hamlet that was Rivington itself. Just a small number of cottages dotted around the landscape. Close by were the remains of a small cotton mill but that had long since fallen into disuse. The mill had been on a very small scale and once the power of Cottonopolis got into full swing there was no way it could compete.
The few cottages that remained were a mix of older residents and a few holiday lets to walkers and the like.
There was little sign of life as I went to pass them before taking the path that ascended Winter Hill ending at the large structure erected to beam television pictures across the North West. Just as I came to the very last house I caught sight of someone sitting in a chair in the garden adjoining the cottage. She was reading a book and wearing sunglasses as she enjoyed the mid day sun.
Her blonde hair in a pony tail caught the rays as they danced around her. I stood captivated for a moment. She was the first person I had set eyes on since I left the bus but there was something about her that was well worth the wait. I have never been very good with ages but it was clear this lady was younger than me but still strikingly attractive. It was hard to take my eyes off her.
Suddenly she looked up towards me and smiled. A warm embracing smile that added even more to her attractiveness. She stood up and walked towards the fence removing her sunglasses as she did so. There was something very familiar about her as she walked towards me but I could not place where I had seen her before.
"You look in need of a drink," the stranger said with a smile. " I have some elderflower presse if you would like to join me."
I wasn't particularly thirsty but the opportunity to spend some time with this alluring lady was not one to be missed. I walked through the gate and into the garden and introduced myself and offered my hand.
"I'm Mica. I am here for a few days to get away from it all."
We shook hands and I was amazed at the softness of her hand. Like a velvet glove. I complimented her on how pretty her name was and how I did not recall ever having met anyone of that name before. I sat and she poured me a drink and we talked about our different circumstances including our backgrounds which made me think even more that I had seen her somewhere. It would come to me eventually.
Mica told me there were one or two family issues in her life at that time but she didn't want to go into them especially with someone she barely knew. She had decided to take a few nights away to sort things out in her head and get down to her passion of writing erotic stories about her past life and other stories that were semi auto- biographical. I ventured that I was happy to feature in one of her stories if she was desperate for an older man. We both laughed.
Mica was wearing a stylish red dress which was about knee length but as she sat facing me it had ridden up a little to a few inches above her knees. Her legs were toned and she clearly looked after herself with visits to the gym etc. I have to admit I was getting aroused just talking to her and my mind was getting her out of the red dress and wondering what I might find.
Half of me wanted to stay forever but the gentleman in me made me feel I needed to offer to go and leave her to do whatever she planned before my arrival. I was just about to make my excuses to leave when she said
"I have had something cooking in the oven this morning and it's just about ready to eat. There's plenty if you would care to join me. It's so nice to have some company."
The final part sounded so genuine and I was more than happy to stay. I had been to the top of Winter Hill and it wasn't going anywhere soon. Neither was I. Mica led me into the cottage and told me to take my coat off and take a seat at the table. I asked to wash my hands first and was directed upstairs to the bathroom which was next to the bedroom. The bedroom door was open and I glanced inside for some reason. It smelled very feminine and my dick hardened imaging this was were Mica would be spending the night later.
Back at the table Mica was serving up a kind of stew with dumplings etc. She gave it a very exotic name which was lost on me but it was delicious -.almost as delicious as Mica herself.
Mica produced a sorbet for afters and all in all I was feeling very pleased with myself as I sat on the sofa and was glad I had made the effort to venture out today.
"I hope you enjoyed that," Mica said
"Delicious - almost as delicious is you," I had thought it so why not say it. It sounded a bit corny but actually I meant every word
