I do recommend reading the first chapter before progressing to this instalment. I should very much appreciate any and all comments to assist in John's further education! Particularly if it should continue with new experiences.
My wonderful Aunt Jean who had first introduced me to paradise by allowing me in to her body had kept her word and arranged for me to visit her cousin. I had not long since passed my driving test when finding myself motoring across the moors of Yorkshire in an area known as Bronte Country, so named after the famous literary sisters. I could almost feel, even touch the intensity of emotions brought on by the moors and evocative of Wuthering Heights.
Perhaps though it was by my own feelings of anticipating another sexual encounter that had, and whilst driving, kept my erection hard for a good thirty minutes. Trying to remember what Jean's cousin looked like preoccupied my mind. I had met her once at a wedding but could only recall her blonde hair, very red lipstick and overlarge mouth. It was a mouth that seemed to start just below one ear and go all the way along to the other ear taking up half of her face when she spoke or smiled. She was younger than her cousin Jean by five years, which would make her 33 years old. I kind of thought of her as brash and cheap but mother had said that she had a heart of gold and to make sure that I did all the gardening work properly. That was the deal. I would work Mandy's garden during the day, stay overnight, and drive her to Aunt Jean's the following morning.
It was all smiles when I arrive shortly before 10.00am although my heart sank a little seeing how overgrown the garden had become. My spirits though lifted when Mandy came to greet me as I pulled the car in to the drive.
"Hi John. Good to see you again. Must be six years ago now. My haven't you grown? Quite the proper young man now. All muscles; not an ounce of fat. And chasing the girls I'll be bound." The words tumbled out of her.
It's always embarrassing being greeted like that and despite my lesson from Jean I felt a wave of shyness overcome me. I couldn't speak and instead gave a rather stupid smile.
"Come in, you're not shy any more. Jean has told me everything about you." she added with what appeared to be a knowing smile.
I wondered just what Jean had said, surely not about what we did. Or had she?
After a cup of tea I was set to work and was to be paid well. I would need the money when I entered college in a few weeks time. As I mowed the lawn and later pruned the hedge that bordered the garden naturally my thoughts dwelt on Mandy. I'd been right about her mouth but not about her being brash. She was dressed casually and appeared much slimmer than I remembered. At certain stages during the day she helped a little and we talked about my going to college and a variety of day-to-day things. Actually she seemed a little remote as though her mind was elsewhere.
It was early evening when I felt a slight change in her manner. She had opened the bottle of home made wine that I had brought as a present from Jean and seemed to smile a lot more. We ate a quick meal before I went back to the garden to make what would have to be a large fire to get rid of all the cuttings and leaves. Mandy watched for a while as the fire at first crackled in to life and then blazed ferociously with all the garden's cuttings.
"I'm going for a bath whilst you finish up here," she said. "Come in when you're through."
I'd started the day with high expectations of having sex with Mandy but now felt a little deflated with the ordinariness of the day. It had been so frustrating. I had thought of little else except sex and sexual matters but engaging in small talk with Mandy ruined the mood. I was though still living in hope when I raked together and threw the last of the garden rubbish on the fire.
"Hey, John, that's enough now. Come on in," shouted Mandy through an opened downstairs window.
I took off my boots and went through to her cottage-style living room. Some soft music played in the background and the lighting whilst subdued gave enough for me to see her on the sofa. In that light she looked much younger than during the day. I knew how old she was but all I was seeing was a girl in her twenties. She wore a white cotton dressing gown and I was transfixed staring at her protruding nipples. I shuddered at the thought that there was no bra. Vaguely I heard a voice.
"Come and sit here John," it said before I snapped out of my dreamlike state.
"I'm a bit dirty with all the gardening," I proffered.
"Here, just here," said Mandy tapping the sofa by her side.
I sat as instructed and very quietly. Everything had seemed okay in the garden. In my mind I'd fucked Mandy several times but now I was overwhelmed with shyness again.
"God, you smell wonderful," she said. "It's the wood smoke in your hair and on your clothes mingled with the sweat of the day's work and the warmth of the fire. It's irresistible."
