Rebecca
So, my second story. Eventually I think most of the stories will link up in some way, at least that's the idea, but I also have a plan to have at least one story in almost every category so it might take some time. As usual, all characters are over the age of 18. Enjoy
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I'd just turned over the page to begin reading chapter 12, when Meg, asleep beside me on the sofa, lifted her head and cocked it to one side, listening.
I scratched behind her ear. "Sshh, its just the wind." I soothed.
Suddenly she shot off the sofa, narrowly missing my mug of tea, and skidded to a halt inside the front door, barking furiously.
"Meg! Hush!" I commanded.
As she continued to bark, I put down the chronicle of the French Revolution I was reading, and followed my dog into the hallway.
Over the sound of the storm I could hear indistinct knocking from the other side of the heavy oak front door. I grabbed Meg's collar and cracked the door open.
Under the meagre shelter of my porch stood two hikers, both drenched by the autumn storm howling down from the fells.
I opened the door further, and beckoned them inside out of the wind and rain.
I looked at the soaked pair."Can I help you?"
"Yes, thank you for letting us in." He pulled back the hood of his anorak. "We're on our way to the Youth Hostel at Overton, but we seem to have missed the way in the storm."
I thought for a moment then waved my hand in the vague direction of the north-east "It's over that way, round the side of the fell. But it's over four miles." I indicated the route on the framed OS map on the hall wall. "It's not an easy path in bad weather and it'll be dark in less than an hour."
The young woman, a startlingly attractive brunette, pulled back her hood and looked at her companion.
"Look," I said, "I'd offer to drive you over there around the other side of the fell, but for most of the way the road's only a farm track. Even in the Land Rover the road's difficult in bad weather, and in this rain the visibility's low too. Why don't you come in and have a cup of tea, and we'll work out what to do."
They both looked relieved.
"Hang your waterproofs over there, so they can drip on the slate floor, and come into the parlour where it's warm."
I put the kettle on the Aga to boil for a fresh brew and joined them in the lounge to find them both sat at one end of the sofa, with Meg taking up the rest of the space, her head laid on the woman's lap.
"She likes you." I said "That's Meg by the way, and I'm Joe."
"I'm Michael and this is Rebecca."
"Becky!" she corrected him gently.
"So listen, I have a spare room here if you want it. The storm's forecast to have blown through by morning, and you can be on your way fed and warm. You'll just need to let the Youth Hostel know so they don't go out looking for you."
"Oh, we couldn't impose" he replied.
"It's really not a problem, there's only me and Meg since my wife died, and I keep the spare room for 'waifs and strays' -- and the occasional visit from my sister." I smiled as I realised they may take 'waifs and strays' as an insult.
"The weather can be really unpredictable up here and I volunteer for mountain rescue so I always keep extra food in just in case." I watched Becky stroking Meg's head and smiled. "Meg's a trained rescue dog. She's found quite a few walkers lost on the fells. Assuming they don't need serious medical treatment a lot of them end up spending the night here and spoiling her."
"She's beautiful," Becky said, "I've owned gold as well as black Labradors before, and I know there's chocolate, but what colour is she?"
"It's called fox red. She seems to have take a shine to the two of you."
Michael thought for a moment then looked at Becky. "I think it would be stupid to try to make it to Overton in this, Becks."
"I agree," she said. "If you're sure it's not a problem, Joe, then we'll take you up on your offer."
"That's settled then. I'll go and make up the bed and warm the room. Are you ok with boeuf bourguignon for supper."
"That sounds amazing" they both replied, "are you sure you have enough?"
"I put enough in the slow-cooker for a few meals and then freeze what I don't eat straight away, so yes, there's plenty. I'll show you where the bathroom is so you can shower and change."
They were ravenous, although I did catch Becky sneaking Meg a piece of beef. "I'm trying to teach her not to beg from the table." I chided, with a smile to soften the correction. "She is a pet, but she's also a working dog so she needs to be fit." "And well behaved" I directed to Meg, giving her a 'hard stare' which just resulted in her plastering herself to Becky's leg for protection.
After eating, Michael and Becky offered to clean up the dishes so I took Meg outside to do what dogs do. The howling gale meant that she darted back in as soon as she had finished, with no interest whatsoever in a walk.
After showing the couple to their room, I locked the doors, banked the wood burner and turned off the lights then decided to take a shower before bed.
Towelling my hair dry after my shower I heard the bathroom door creak open. I put down the towel and turned, expecting to see that Meg had followed me into the bathroom again.
"Shit! Becky!"
She looked stricken with embarrassment "I'm sorry, I heard the shower go off a while ago. I thought you'd finished I, I..."
I reached across to get my towel, willing her not to look down, but wasn't quick enough.
I heard her whispered "Jesus!" as she focussed on my groin, her eyes becoming as round as saucers.
I managed to wrap the towel around my waist as her eyes found mine, her face crimson with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry!" she said "I didn't mean to...."
"It's OK. We're all adults and these things happen. I tend to be fairly casual about locking doors, and things, living alone.
I thought about how to reduce her embarrassment, deciding escape was the best strategy. "Look, I can finish drying in my room so the bathroom's all yours."
Once dry and in my tee-shirt and shorts for bed, I settled down to continue reading Simon Schama's "Citizens" for an hour or so until I became drowsy and turned off the bedside light to settle down to sleep.
I don't know how long I was asleep before the creak of the door woke me. I heard a whispered "Joe? Are you awake?"
I sat up and turned on the bedside light to see Becky standing in the doorway looking incredibly cute in an oversize tee-shirt that came down to her upper thighs.
"Becky? Are you both OK?"
She looked nervous, biting her bottom lip, but took a step into the room.
"Joe?" she began "I wondered..." "I wanted to ask.." she stopped. "I've been lying awake for hours! I can't stop thinking about it, what I saw, you know." She took a deep breath "Can I see it again?"
"Michael?" I asked, confused.
"He's asleep, but we've, err, had the occasional threesome with Tim, one of his friends. He seems to like watching, so I don't think he'd mind."
My head told me that this was a really, really bad idea, but I hadn't had any female company since my wife died three years ago and my hormones won out over my common sense.
I climbed out of bed and held my hands out to her. "If you were mine, though, I wouldn't share you with anyone!"
She closed the door quietly behind her and walked towards me hesitantly. As she reached me she placed her hands in mine. I could feel her trembling so I gave her fingers a reassuring squeeze. Placing her hands on the waistband of my shorts, I gently pressed down on her shoulders to encourage her kneel. She lowered herself and, gripping the waistband of my shorts, slid them down to my ankles.
"Oh my God!" she breathed as she reached forward absently and then pulled her hand back quickly before making contact. "It's even bigger than I thought." She looked up at me, biting her bottom lip. "Can I touch it?"
"Let me think" I replied with a smile, trying to lighten the tension. "I haven't been intimate with a woman since my wife died three years ago, and I have a stunningly beautiful woman of, what, half my age, on her knees asking if she can touch my cock? Is this a trick question?