The dustbuster gave a monotonous moan as it sucked up errant crumbs of cake from Janine's lap. She kept her most polite grin plastered on her face throughout the ordeal of high tea with her boyfriend and his mother (current wielder of the dustbuster). When she first left university, she was perfectly fine with moving in with Julian's mother until they could save up enough money for a deposit on a rental house of their own. She was even fine with Lorraine, even though she had the decor of a 90 year old, the sensibilities of a republican housewife in the 60s, and the vocabulary of any character in a book where a group of children and a dog bust a smuggling ring. She didn't even mind that the house was in a tiny uneventful village in the middle of nowhere (luckily enough it had good internet reception.)
What she wasn't fine with was that surrounded by the twee trappings of his family home (and an unfounded paranoia about how thin the walls are), Julian had been unwilling to engage in even the most vanilla of sex with Janine. An arrangement that would have been unbearable for the one or two months they planned on staying, but that had become torturous over the extended stay mandated by coronavirus lockdown policy and their new economic reality, as Janine's graduate job became an early casualty to emergency cost-cutting in the face of the pandemic.
"Does someone have belly space to polish off the last scone?" Lorraine asked. Janine happily accepted as eating plain scones was the only way she could get choked around here. "As the women's institute is still cancelled, I thought it would be jolly to have another scrabble skirmish tonight, are you two game?" Janine smiled and nodded, it would make a nice change from the endless nights of applying for jobs so this doily covered nightmare could come to an end.
After the drole game of scrabble, that Lorraine was able to easily win by getting 'whizbang' onto a triple word score, it was 8:30pm which meant Janine and Julian would be left alone while Lorraine headed to bed. Janine counted to 100 after she heard the door to the master bedroom close before pouncing on Julian.
"Honey, I know you're horny but please..." Julian began, spurring her advances.
"Come on, she won't hear, besides it's been so long since you've ravished me. I'm so frustrated I bet you could do whatever you want with me." Janine begged between kisses. She reached down his trousers and got her answer. "Really? Your mum really did a number on your brain."
Janine dejectedly slumped off Julian and strode for the front door, walking into the night just to have five minutes not surrounded by lace, twee paintings and photographs of Julian's mother posing with a variety of cats all named 'Mr Whiskers.'
The village was silent, which Janine felt was not much of a departure from during the day. Lorraine had settled down in a countryside village straight out of a Miss Marple, the only signs anyone was alive out here was the elderly populous' mournful march to church every Sunday. Janine pointed herself towards the darkest footpath and made a beeline to the unlit countryside, only slowing down to give the latest Mr. Whiskers a quick scritch on the chin. In the darkness she cooled off and tried to come to terms with everything making her feel rotten.
Sure Janine had a bunch of problems but they all settled around one theme, she had no way of sharing her worth with others. She had gotten a first class degree in event management, but nobody was hiring event managers during a lockdown where events are banned. She was appreciated by her friends and family, but her friends were scattered around the country and her family were all part of London's black community hundreds of miles away, while the village was so white the corner shop's world food section was just Guinness (she had paprika ordered in the mail). Mostly she knew she had a sexual appetite to make most men weak at the knees, discovering new fetishes and becoming a sex object was her biggest turn on, but she couldn't even get a quickie from her boyfriend in case he made eye contact with one of the hundreds of photographs of his mother in their house.
Her mind wandered, thinking of how she couldn't even have an affair, the village seemed to be made up exclusively of old people, she pictured trying to find a lonely farmer or even some homeless man just to feel lusted over again.
Before she knew it Janine was on a bench on the hill overlooking the village, her mind awash with ideas of sexual debasement. Just to feel that same rush of fetishistic joy she began to slip off her clothes. Her clothes were flung to the ground and she stood naked on the hill top, lost in an imagination that the village could see her, that this small cluster of prudish chocolate box houses were staring at her naked body, scoffing but aroused. She ran her hands down her body and began to play with herself.
'is that naked whore still on the hillside' she imagined some ancient crone barking at her husband.
'she's gone away but I'm just keeping an eye out.' she imagined the husband lying as he began to play with his aged prick at the sight of this sexy pervert fingering herself for all to see.
Even once her mind-blowing orgasm was done, Janine found herself sat on the hillside, willing some passerby to come appreciate her body. She didn't mind if a photo of her D cup tits ended up saved on a stranger's phone, or if they liked what they saw and fucked her. She imagined some farmer grabbing her black curly hair and dragging her naked to his farm to be locked in a paddock with the other livestock and brought out whenever his friends come over and want entertainment. She began to touch herself again.
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Over the next few days Janine's late night walks up the hill became a ritual. She would wait for Lorraine to have hit the requisite number of storybook schoolchild non-sequiturs she needed to fit into a day and then go to her room obscenely early for a 'spiffing night's sleep.' Julian didn't seem to mind her walks, she couldn't exactly be having an affair and it did get her off his back about the lack of sex.
Janine used the walks to push her boundaries, stripping herself earlier and earlier into the walk, walking more of the trail exposed and further away from the safety of her clothes. It wasn't the deepest deviant fetish she could indulge but during those walks she at least felt sexy. She knew that if anyone came across her they would see her as a sex object, and that was enough. Julian had clearly lived in the house so long he had forgotten and it was difficult to see how Lorraine ever had sex (Janine chuckled at the thought of 'oh how jolly' being screamed in orgasmic bliss.)
Today Janine had chosen to leave her clothes at the end of the driveway and pretty much do her whole walk naked. At first she began to walk her usual path down the dark footpath into the empty countryside, but at the last moment decided on a more deviant route. Walking towards the small road that wound through the village. The area was rural enough that there were no streetlights until she got to the village centre, so the darkness still surrounded the naked walker. Nevertheless Janine still felt a rush every time she passed one of the houses dotted around the area, running her hands over her body, willing one of the darkened windows to light up and one of the locals to look out and see her in all her splendor. Once she reached the village she made a point of letting each lamp shine a spotlight on every inch of her exposed umber skin.
Janine made it as far as the church, the clocktower informing her it was past midnight and her naked cavorting had lasted beyond what was reasonable. She did a series of poses outside the church door for an imaginary cameraman before beginning to head home. As she approached the house she noticed something strange, her clothes were no longer where she had left them, she desperately searched the front garden, hoping they had been blown a short distance by an errant gust of wind but in the end she made peace that her clothes were gone and walked back into the house naked (village life removing any motivation Lorraine had to lock the door.)
In the dark house Janine crept towards her bedroom, hoping that Julian was fast asleep in preparation for his work day of sitting in front of a company laptop writing up business cases for a consultancy company. As she approached the staircase her eyes suddenly flooded with light, after a moment to adjust to the flicking on of a light switch, Janine's eyes cleared to see Lorraine stood in front of the stairs in her dressing gown and fluffy rabbit slippers.
