Sandi's Erotic Adventures.
By Scribe 10
A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years.
Chapter Forty-Three. 2019 July to December.
(July/August). Aaron continued.
My affair with Aaron proceeded nicely, with him coming to my house most evenings. Daytime assignations were of course only possible at weekends due to our work but I made a point of only taking on assignments which were reasonably close, thus avoiding any which necessitated nights away from home.
Weekends were different though and Aaron often spent entire days at my house. I introduced him to the joys of outdoor lovemaking, having sex on my reduced lawn surrounded by his garden creation. As he fucked me on the lawn I thanked the day that Aaron's father dropped his card through my letter box!
I also managed, without much difficulty it must be said, to persuade Aaron to stay over on some Friday and Saturday nights; he told his parents the little white lie that he was staying with a 'mate'.
Waking in the mornings to find this handsome youngster in bed beside me, inevitably sporting a massive erection, was a delight. Having a very attractive and attentive lover, possessing a massive penis and insatiable sexual appetite, what more could a girl want.
At the beginning of August Aaron's parents went away for a two-week holiday, as they do twice a year apparently, summer and winter, augmenting the staff with a couple of temporary workers. Aaron was left in charge so wouldn't be free to do much of the actual garden work, being busy with the office side of things. I urged Aaron to move in with me for the fortnight and travel to the office in the mornings to give the staff their instructions for the day.
I worked exclusively from home for the two-week period and each morning after instructing the staff in their duties Aaron would invariably come back to the house and make love to me, often for hours at a time.
Most evenings I took him for a meal, always using places I don't normally frequent to avoid bumping into acquaintances and having to dream up a story explaining who he was.
We were fucking morning, noon and night, it was a truly idyllic two weeks. Waking each morning with a very attractive and randy young guy beside me, invariably sporting a full erection, the fortnight passed in a dream for me and far too quickly for both of us I think.
On his parents return from holiday Aaron spent less time at my house but still stayed over most Friday and Saturday nights.
At the end of August though things changed. Aaron arrived on the Friday evening saying he could only stay for one night. Although he seemed a little preoccupied we made love as usual and I drifted off to sleep happily in his arms afterwards.
Waking in the morning I saw Aaron standing by the bedroom window, his naked form bathed in a shaft of sunlight. My eyes gravitated as ever to the magnificent penis hanging, flaccid for now, between his thighs and urged him to come back to bed. There was a pensive look on Aaron's face as he crossed the room to slip into bed beside me.
It was after we made love that Aaron dropped the bombshell, although I'd always known it would only be a matter of time.
The upshot was, that while working on a new contract; another new garden design thanks to the publicity photos of the one designed for me ironically, he'd fallen for the daughter of the house. Aaron was apologetic while explaining that he was in love with her so ought not spend any more time with me.
"I'll never forget you and all you've taught me about lovemaking," Aaron said. "I've enjoyed a fantastic three and a half months with you."
"And I will always remember with fondness our time together," I replied with a lump in my throat. "Never forget that you'll always be welcome in my home and bed."
Despite knowing it had been inevitable that Aaron would meet a girl his own age sooner or later, I was nevertheless saddened by the abrupt end of my affair with the handsome young guy.
(September 19th). Beefy and gang, a second adventure.
Naturally I was feeling low, now that my wonderful affair with Aaron had come to an end. Sexually frustrated too, which a couple of one night stands did little to alleviate. So it was that I found myself in the right frame of mind for the very sordid encounter detailed below.
The events of August 2015 where I was used, abused and gang-raped, had remained in my memory ever since. I have enjoyed many memorable sexual encounters over the years, including being taken by large groups of guys, but what befell me at the hands of Baz and his gang, Beefy in particular, seemed to be something I'd been subconsciously waiting for all my life reminding me as it did of the similar, but much tamer, brookside assault related in my very first story. The entire scenario, the abuse both verbal and physical I was subjected to, my gang-rape by the mob of jeering youths, is something I've relived many times since, usually while masturbating.
So, when I was offered an assignment in W. the small town a few miles from the scene I jumped at the chance to return. I've previously declined a few cases in W but now, mourning the end of my fantastic affair with Aaron, felt that perhaps the time was right for a return.
The assignment would take three days at most but I booked an extra night at the hotel intending to use the extra day to revisit the scene of my 'ordeal' at the hands of Baz and the gang.
Although my mind wasn't fully occupied on the case notes, frequently wandering off to what might or might not happen on the extra day, I managed to concentrate my thoughts sufficiently to complete the work in the allotted time frame.
Well, this is it I thought, as I drove from W next day. Approaching the gateway I wondered if I dare stop and take the planned walk. Of course I must stop, having spent so much time thinking about it, and pulled on to the wide grass verge in much the same place as I had four years earlier.
Slipping into my flat-bottomed walking shoes I set off along the track. Arriving at the bridge I found it deserted but the amount of detritus littering the ground indicated that the area was still used as a meeting place. Unsure whether to feel relieved or disappointed, I passed through the gap in the hedge and started walking along by the brook. Approaching the scene of my gang-rape I felt a quickening excitement on recognising the very tree they'd tied me to for the second round. I found myself reliving the encounter as I gazed around at the scenery.
Eventually pulling myself together I began the walk back to the bridge, something fluttering in the bushes on the far side of the brook soon arresting my attention. It was my panties from last time, panties which had been ripped from my body and thrown into the stream by Beefy! They must have gotten caught up in the bush and remained there ever since, gradually becoming ever more tattered and discoloured. Instinctively I took a couple of pictures of the bush on my phone.
Feeling oddly excited by the discovery I continued my walk back to the bridge. Approaching it my heart skipped a beat when I saw the bridge was no longer deserted. A number of youths leaned or sat on the parapet, some of who turned to look as I emerged once more on to the farm track.
My feet seemed leaden as I made my way ever slower over the bridge, my heart beating fast. I was almost clear of the youths and decided they must be a completely different set; after all it was four years ago. I hadn't recognised any one as I passed but then most of the faces from 2015 were just a blur anyway.
Suddenly though, one of them jumped down from the parapet exclaiming, "It is! It's the old slapper we had fun with a few years back."
I actually recognised the voice of the one called Clint, older now of course, probably mid-twenties.
"Have yer come back for more then?"
His arms encircled my waist and he tried to kiss me.
"Get away you brute."
