SE9
My delight and other toys and new treats
I took a biscuit and retrieved my coffee. Looking at her she was totally relaxed and natural being naked, it was me who was worried about strangers seeing her.
When we'd finished she got up and stretched.
"Do you want to go back to bed for half an hour?" she asked.
I thought of us cuddling together. "Mm, that'd be nice."
She held her hand out and I rose and took it and she led me to the bed.
"Why do you like being naked?" I asked her.
"It's my psychiatrist," she answered. "When I was in therapy he suggested that I go round naked in my room, you know, to get over the shock and to show myself that my body was still beautiful. Well I did, and because Daddy wasn't their most of the time I used to go down to the kitchen and things. Well I got so use to it and it felt so good and comfortable that I just like being this way now. Does that make sense to you?"
I agreed that it did, that it was nice to be comfortable with your body.
She turned and hugged me.
We made out together. Soft sex, with no intercourse or orgasm but it was enjoyable none the less.
After an hour or so we got up, she to prepare lunch, me to carry on sorting out stuff.
We had nearly finished eating, and consuming a nice bottle of wine I'd bought, when there was a knock on the door. We rushed to the bedroom, I grabbed her bathrobe, she her dressing gown.
Our visitor had come with a pie.
"To welcome you to our village."
We were five minutes down the road from it by car, but never mind.
She was fourtyish, born and bred here. I left Saffy to talk while I busied myself in the kitchen washing up. Then I snuck into the bedroom to lie on the bed and wait.
"That wasn't fair," she complained, when she came into the bedroom to find me.
"What," I asked innocently.
"You know. Leaving me with her while you swanned off."
"Well, you're a woman, you can natter to her whereas I'd feel awkward."
"Hm," she considered my excuse. "Well don't do it again, I felt embarrassed you weren't there."
"Shall we go out for a ride, take the biscuits and a drink and find some lonely hill or somewhere to relax?"
"Is this your saying sorry, because I accept? You're going to be nice to me for the rest of the day."
"Aren't I always?"
"Well that wasn't nice." Was all she could reply.
We drove round looking for somewhere, there was a woodlands trust sign saying 'Picnic area' which we followed to some rustic tables set at the edge of some woods.
It was perfect, isolated and deserted. We lay in the grass; kissing and cuddling and playing with each other. She gave me a blow job while I had my hand up her dress, finger fucking her till she was satisfied to. Then we lay quietly watching the sun descend and listening to the birdsong.
On the way back Saffy was peckish and we stopped and bought chocolate, chewing gum and some lolly's.
"Do you want one," she asked, offering me a lolly.
"Only if its vagina flavoured," I responded. "I'll have some chewing gum instead."
"Oh," she said thoughtfully, as she handed me a stick.
I chewed the gum contentedly all the way home. I was still chewing as I prepared dinner; chops, new potatoes, garden peas, gravy and mint sauce. All of it fresh from the village shop.
Saffy actually complimented me on how nice it tasted, till I confessed its origins.
As the tv and internet wouldn't be connected till at least mid week, I suggested that we take a drive to the local pub, we could see and be seen there, assuaged the locals interest.
We stayed till closing time. I had a game of darts, (which I play badly), and savoured a nice malt whisky, before I had to choose soft drinks because of the drive home.
Saffy drew the young men, who bought her several glasses of wine in the hope she'd favour them. She enjoyed it so much that she suggested that we make it a regular treat on the weekends while we're here.
On the drive home she lay back in the seat, looking thoughtful and more than a little tipsy.
"I'd like to live in the country when we're married," she remarked
I liked the idea of married, but live in the country, I'm not so sure.
"Tell me that in three months, I think it's to isolated out here."
"That's what I like, we could grow a big hedge and sunbathe naked in the back garden, have our own weekend nudist hideaway."
Now that idea appealed to me.
When we arrived home Saffy clung to my arm, a little unsteady on her feet. I took her straight to the bedroom, where, half undressed she needed to visit the toilet. I removed her shoes and panties while she sat urinating, then unclipped the bra as she finished.
I held her while I pulled down the covers, laying her gently in the middle where she curled up into a ball and pulled the duvet over her.
When I was undressed I followed my need to the toilet, turning all the lights out on my return.
In bed Saffy snuggled up to me.
"I've got something for you," she whispered suggestively in my ear.
"Mm," I replied.
She took my hand and led it down to her pussy. There sticking out was a little hard stick.
"It's a pussy flavoured lollypop, I made it just for you."
She opened her legs more.
"Well pull it out and taste it."
I threw the cover back.
"I want to explore the factory as well," I said, already moving to get my head down there.
She opened her legs right out, giving me full access.
My tongue dived straight between the folds, tracing the stick down.
A sweet sticky cherry flavour greeted me.
I felt her cool hand on my cock, then her warm lips. It was growing rapidly. With her drunk it had been expecting a quiet night, no sex just sleep.
My tongue moved back to find her clit, hidden in the hairy slit. My hand found the stick and I started working it inside her.
Her hand started stroking me as her lips caressed my head and her tongue swirled on the tip.
I sucked at her clit, my tongue swirling round it, echoing hers.
I pulled on the stick, letting the lolly pop out, and replaced it with my fingers, stroking them furiously inside her.
Her lips vibrated on my head as a squeal squeezed past them.
My body vibrated also as the shudders announced my orgasm, she stopped stroking and started sucking harder as my seed filled her mouth.
I moved my mouth down to suck on the sweet sticky cum around my fingers, I moved my other hand past my chin, my fingers seeking the nub of her pleasure. Her hips jerked under me as her own orgasm erupted, trapping my fingers inside her contracting vagina.
Then she was still, I left my fingers inside for her comfort and rested my head sideways, her mound and its bush pressed against my ear.
