For those of you that don't know, the Yorkshire Dales are incredibly beautiful, lush rolling hills and deep valleys, it can, however, be very wet sometimes.
Believe it or not that sentence also very aptly describes one of the main characters in this story. The delectable Mary.
Mary by her own admission is not small....but she is beautiful and incredibly sexy.
We are both otherwise attached and only agreed to meet for coffee after hooking up on line. We hit it off and enjoyed each others company.
I was lucky enough to be able to try my party trick out on Mary. I say trick, but is little more than bullshit!!! The trick is I can tell, through feel, the colour of a ladies' panties. The first attempt (our second meeting) wasn't a success but I persuaded her to let me try again.
I remember it well, we were in a well know ancient monument (old castle if you must know) and lucky for me there was no one around. I explained to Mary that it had not worked last time because I had put my hand between her jeans and her panties, and the colour from the jeans had affected the result. Now don't get me wrong I am not implying that Mary fell for any of this, not even 1%, she was just a great sport and was going with the flow.
So second time round, standing in the "castle" in a quiet corner I tried again. Even my cold hands didn't stop her from letting me try.
So "here goes" I thought. My hand slid below the waist band of her jeans and over her panties. I opted for the front this time!!! "Cant tell yet" I said...too much interference. I gently eased my fingers below the waist band of her panties over that smooth flesh. I could feel her closely cropped pubic hair...but didn't push my luck by straying any further.
Eventually I pronounced "black". Mary's face was a picture...I was right!!! I blessed the gods and promised to be kind to the poor!!! I swore to her I hadn't cheated and I hadn't I had just been incredibly lucky!!!
Lunch afterwards was interesting, that electricity between us, me hoping beyond hope that that was not the last time that my hand would be in that position.
We were both due to go our separate ways. The kisses were beyond words. I can't remember who suggested that we can't just leave it at that and did either one of us spot a lay-by on the way to meeting. We had and I followed Mary to the spot, which I have to say was hardly private. That said all the passing cars could see was two people having a fabulous snog.
What they couldn't see was my left hand. This time it didn't stop at the closely cropped bush, but slid down to the smooth shaven lips...so full and heavenly...down to the deep valley between. This is where I remind you of the opening lines to this story!!
I know it is easy to exaggerate in stories, but please believe me when I say that within seconds Mary was soaking wet...I mean a mess...in the best way. Now I don't take all the credit for this, a little maybe, this is just how Mary is.
I will remember to the day I die that moment of sliding two fingers in to her wet pussy, so hot and warm. So accommodating. Time seemed to stop. I wanted so much more but not at 3pm on the side of the road!!
There were a few "lunches" in between but back to the main reason for telling this story...the magnificent Mary.
I know lots of you men out there pooh-pooh the idea that women are so much better at multi-tasking than men...well just you believe it!!!
It was a glorious sunny day for once in the Dales, and instead of a nice...but gloomy country pub...the weather promised to stay good so we arranged a picnic.
