A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years.
Chapter Thirty. 2010.
(Late-July.) Andrew, thirty.
For once I looked upon the house sitting as a chore, due to Les being away himself on a rare holiday with his wife; another reason my parents were insistent on my presence at their house. Without Les to satisfy my needs I toyed with the idea of just making a few quick visits but in the end decided to take paper-work and stay for three nights in the middle of the week.
Driving along the by now very familiar track leading to my parent's house with Dove's farm beyond it, I saw a good-looking guy walking a dog ahead of me. Hearing my car he called the dog and then stood back against the hedgerow, holding it by the collar while I drove by. I flashed him a smile of thanks in passing and almost immediately arrived at my parent's house.
Alighting from the car I opened the boot ready to unload my bits and pieces when the dog, a Labrador, came bounding through the entrance and ran up to me wagging it's tail and ignoring his owner's yells this time. I stroked the affectionate animal's head as the guy jogged up the drive apologising for his dog's over enthusiastic approach.
"No problem. He seems friendly enough."
"Oh he is, but not everyone thinks that way about an over-friendly dog."
I started lifting a couple of things from the boot of my car and he added, "Let me give you a hand with that."
I smiled my thanks saying it would save me from making a couple of trips. Lifting everything from the boot I closed and locked my car. Then, each of us carrying bags and other stuff we walked to the front door with the dog, more subdued now, trotting along beside us.
Telling the young man I would need to cancel the alarm before he went in I placed my things on the path to unlock the door. He waited outside until I'd deactivated the alarm and then following my instructions headed to the kitchen, as the bags he carried included supplies for my stay. I deposited the rest of my luggage in the hall before following him, accompanied by the dog.
"I hope you don't mind Larry in the house," he remarked, indicating the Labrador.
"My parents might but they aren't here. I'm house sitting for a few days."
I asked if he fancied a drink, a coffee perhaps or something cool, not that there's usually much choice in my parent's fridge. He declined but seemed inclined to linger so I asked his name.
"Andrew," the slim, quite tall guy of thirty replied.
(As an aside I must say that what happened next probably wouldn't have if Les had been at home rather than absent.)
I asked the really attractive guy if he'd mind carrying my suitcase up to the bedroom for me.
"Of course not, but I'd better shut Larry in the kitchen first."
Following Andrew up the stairs I directed him to the bedroom where he deposited my suitcase on the bed. Opening the case I began unpacking the few items of clothing I'd brought, laying my undies on a chair before hanging the short blue dress on a hanger, all the time watched by the young man.
The dog in the kitchen was silent now after protesting vocally on being confined there and with Andrew seeming in no hurry to return downstairs I began unfastening my top.
"Perhaps I should leave," he said hesitantly.
"Why, are you in a hurry?" I smiled at the guy and opening my top slipped it off.
"No, I've loads of time, but wouldn't want to intrude."
"You're not," I assured him. "In fact you can make yourself useful by unfastening my bra."
Turning my back I was pleased to feel Andrew's fingers on the fastening and the bra went slack.
"You're not as shy as I was beginning to think."
Dropping my bra on the carpet I turned to face him.
"Wow!"
Andrew stared open-mouthed at my breasts until I told him he could do more than just look if he wanted.
"I want, I want!" he exclaimed excitedly, taking my breasts in his hands.
Andrew needed little further encouragement or instruction as he licked my nipples in delightful manner.
"You're not a virgin then," I remarked, impressed by his skill.
"No, but I'm out of practice. I haven't had sex for a few years," Andrew confessed.
"You're doing fine anyway."
I smiled my encouragement as he slipped a hand up my skirt.
"I thought you'd be wearing stockings from seeing some when you unpacked but it's still a nice surprise," he told me, fingers caressing my thighs above the stocking tops.
Andrew kissed me then and I felt his hand exploring between my thighs, though not yet inside my panties. Running my hands up and down the handsome Andrew's back I nibbled his ear lobe, excited to feel a substantial bulge pressing to me through his jeans.
We broke then and with one accord I unzipped and removed my skirt while Andrew shed his shirt and jeans, hesitating before sitting to remove his socks. Something I applauded him for, considering the amount of guys I've had sex with who leave them on.
Andrew remained sitting, watching while I took my stockings and suspender belt off.
"We're not going to get far if you leave those on," I told Andrew, pointing at his underpants before slipping my panties off.
Standing and blushing a little, Andrew pushed his underpants down and a lovely big penis sprang into view.
"You've nothing to be shy about there!" I exclaimed. "Your penis is magnificent; in fact you're a very attractive young man all round."
Already I was anticipating my house sitting duties being enlivened by regular visits from the handsome Andrew to make up for the absent Les.
Kneeling I set to work on Andrew's genitals, following my usual procedure of licking and sucking his balls first before turning my attention to his penis. With his hands on my head Andrew was moaning almost continuously by the time I sucked it fully into my mouth, deciding to suck him off.
"Oh shit!" Andrew cried when he came, a mighty torrent of hot cream spurting down my throat.
On the bed then I spread my legs wide telling Andrew it was his turn.
"Pleasure me with your tongue," I urged.
Andrew told me afterwards that he'd never had oral sex before as his ex-wife wasn't very interested in sex but he certainly proved an adept, provoking noisy and convulsive orgasms to course through my body.
Next he mounted me and I smiled up at him happily as with the briefest of fumbles his penis slid deep inside me.
"Lovely," I cooed as he began fucking me.
Thanks to my ploy of sucking him off first Andrew kept going for a considerable length of time and by the time he rolled off to lay beside me I knew I wanted more of him.
Relaxing beside Andrew I remarked that it was very fortunate that he chose to walk his dog along the track rather than somewhere else as our paths would never have crossed. I was lightly stroking his balls when Andrew replied that living at the farm with his parents he'd seen me about a few times before and always fancied me. Taken aback by the revelation that I'd just had sex with my lover's son I almost squeezed Andrew's balls in surprise.
"You're Les' son?" I asked, trying to hide the shock I felt at the news.
"Yes, my dad is friendly with your parents and your dad actually asked me to keep an eye on the place."
"You could have told me earlier," I complained, embarrassed now to discover I'd had sex with Les' son.
"I assumed you knew who I was," Andrew replied before sucking one of my nipples, his hand slipping between my thighs.
Actually, all I knew about Les' sons up to then was that the eldest was divorced, second eldest married with a son and a second child on the way, while Charles the youngest and only one he'd ever mentioned by name, was single. Only the second eldest had his own place, the others lived at the farm. Of course, had I have known all their names before today I might have twigged Andrew's identity when he introduced himself.
Automatically reaching for his penis I found it fully erect again and despite the recent shock of learning his identity I moved astride him.
Impaling myself on Andrew's penis I began to ride him, thinking perhaps it was just as well Les hadn't mentioned the names of his children or I'd have missed out on a brilliant session of lovemaking as a result.
'Like father like son,' I thought feeling Andrews hands on my buttocks pulling me hard down on his thrusting penis, something Les did.
I was laying on the bed later, still trying to come to terms with what had happened, when Andrew hurriedly left the room, saying his dog had been shut in the kitchen far too long.
Edward, twenty-seven.
Next day, although still feeling a bit embarrassed to have unwittingly had sex with Les' son, I regretted not having arranged to meet Andrew again. He slipped away while I was in the shower.
Thinking that perhaps if I took a walk up towards the farm I might see him I set out directly after lunch.
Approaching the farmyard entrance I spotted Andrew and felt a thrill. With his back towards me Andrew was washing his hands in a water trough. He wore just a pair of shorts, his upper torso bare, and approaching silently I encircled him with my hands to rub his nipples.
"Dry your hands you sexy beast and come back down the lane. I'm keen to carry on where we left off yesterday."
I kissed the back of his head and though he seemed startled I didn't realise I had the wrong brother until a surprised looking stranger spun round.
"Oh I'm sorry. I though you were someone else," I gasped in my confusion.
"No worries, I'm Edward. If you're looking for Andy he had to visit one of our suppliers and wont be back 'till late."
"Sorry to have disturbed you, I'd better go," I said, feeling highly embarrassed by my mistake.
"No worries, but if you need anything," he winked, "I could take my brother's place."
I felt his damp hands on my waist pulling me closer and his lips met mine.
"Andy told me all about yesterday's fun and games, told me how randy you are," Edward said. "Told me you wouldn't leave his cock alone. Well mine's as big so let's get down to it."
