The motivation for this story was to write something that might be illustrated in part with images from an old men's magazine called Spick and Span. The magazines were published in the UK from the 50's to the 70's and concentrated on presenting mostly tasteful photo sets of lovely ladies showing off their underwear in a variety of domestic and rural settings when stockings were de rigueur.
I hope you find some amusement trying to imagine suitable images to accompany the settings. If you are having trouble, perhaps try an internet search for Spick and Span models.
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"Ladies, ladies, please sit down and listen!" Lydia was mother henning the girls again and trying to call the meeting to order.
The group of village ladies had been meeting like this for some years and their meetings had developed a number of different interests over time. The group had started when Alice and Nicola finished school and kept their school days friendship going by making a pact to meet regularly to swap updates rating their various boyfriends.
Sharing such intimate details led them both to develop fairly vivid sexual imaginations as they began exaggerating the stories about the boys they dated. In reality none of the boys were particularly spectacular in their skills at that age and Alice and Nicola began fantasising more exciting scenarios.
As girls do, one evening when they were home alone and bored Alice dared Nicola to make up a story about one of the out of town boys they had recently seen at a rugby match. They had both fancied him, even though he made the most lewd noises as they walked by, and they responded by flashing him with glimpses under their skirts. The evening turned into a rather long and torrid affair with both girls getting more provocative and indecent as they developed a story line about the poor fellow and his heroic feats of sexual prowess and what he would sound like in bed. That night, home alone in their beds, both continued their fantasies and fingered themselves to some heavy orgasms.
The next day they couldn't wait for their lunchtime meeting, bubbling over with girly enthusiasm to tell each other about the fantasies conjured up. Unfortunately they were laughing so much and almost wetting their pants that Nicola suggested they write their stories down and swap them so they could actually understand what each of them was trying to say.
Over a few years they met new friends and colleagues in jobs and found a common interest with a few other girls who also had a bit of an exhibitionist tendency, going to clubs in short dresses where they could indulge in a bit of harmless flashing of their panties in relative safety. There seemed to be a core group of four and as they got older and a bit more mature the clubbing nights reduced and they started having regular girls afternoons every Sunday at Alice's house instead. One rule they set for the weekly meetings was that they all had to dress to impress and they enjoyed the excuse to explore different themes. For a long time they had sported Sloane Ranger looks but lately they were experimenting with things more vintage in style.
Before one recent meeting Alice had found those first erotic stories of the rugby player and decided to read them to the group. The rugby player was now an important and respected man about town. The group livened up during the readings and the giggles became contagious. Story telling time was such a great success the group resolved that at future meetings they would spend at least a little time working on new erotic fiction. Writing stories of their innermost fantasies as a team event proved very entertaining for them and they all ended up giggling their ways home.
Prior to finding the little group Lydia herself had found tramping various pubic rights of way a great relief to get things out of her system. It had become part of her routine and she hadn't stopped doing it after joining the group. She was still very happy to go out alone along the village pathways around the county or indeed as far afield as she could reach in a day by train. It was said she had occasionally been known to disrobe to commune more directly with nature on a stroll through a secluded forest glen.
On one of her walks near Salisbury Lydia had come across a street library and while perusing the books found a few loose pages scrunched up at the back behind some racy novellas that had been hastily pushed in. On retrieving it Lydia found what appeared to be an old printed pamphlet that looked like it could have come from the Victorian era. The title was intriguing "Crafts of the Druid Priestesses" and it was written by someone with the same surname as Alice and a first name of Bertie. Lydia smiled when she looked at the illustrations in the pamphlet and wondered if the two were related in some way. She pocketed the pamphlet and pushed on.
At the next meeting Lydia produced the pamphlet and much discussion ensued about the hand drawn erotica inside. Alice being intrigued went online to one of the genealogy sites and traced through to a possible link. After reading the introduction in the pamphlet she became aware that she might indeed be related back through a long line to these supposed Druid Priestesses, or at least to Bertie who professed that lineage, as she found a man named Rupert in her ancestry and that name was sometimes shortened to Bertie.
Alice was duly entrusted as keeper of the pamphlet. She was to study all of its content, reporting back on anything interesting at future meetings, particularly about anything that might be a good source of ideas for constructing their own stories.
Some weeks later Lydia was out again on one of her walks outside the village and found a nice Australian gentleman had moved into the old farm that had been abandoned since its poor lady owner passed away at the age of 102 a couple of years ago. Apparently the Public Trustee had finally managed to locate a distant relative in Australia and had passed the farm into his care.
When Lydia was walking by she had seen the man up in the apple orchard gathering the last of the good fruit from the now very overgrown mess. She was impressed at the effort he had put in to clear around the trees and rake all the rotting windfalls to a large composting mound. He told Lydia his name was Hugh and he was going to make cider with the last of the apples.
It was still warm that late summer evening and he had been working hard so his shirt was open and his muscles glistened with sweat. Lydia told the group the hair on his chest was still dark and that although he was a bit older than her normal type she said she was rather attracted to this salt and pepper bearded man. Apparently he wanted the trees in good shape for next season so he could continue experimenting with cider making!
"Now Alice," Lydia asked, "what exactly have you learned from studying that pamphlet? Hugh showed me a jumble of stones in a circle on the far side of his orchard that I had never noticed before. They looked just like that hand drawn illustration on the pamphlet frontispiece."
Alice replied that the descriptions were mainly about the fertility rites of the Druid Priestesses and there were a number of in depth descriptions of various dances and other lewd practises that could be used to influence man, beast and nature. It all sounded like excuses for performing some sort of weird sex cult she laughed.
