Get Real,
Big things often have little beginnings and perhaps the real start of all this adventure for Thomas was when he went to visit a friend in his country town, Albany. She was watching a documentary that Monday morning about the Porongorup hills not far from Albany.
Helen was a muscular little woman with straight black hair and green eyes who had once stayed with Thomas and his wife, Mary, on their rural block, just outside of town. Thomas had been immediately attracted to the woman and they had become lovers and now she had her own house in town with her seven year old son. He would visit her and make love, usually on weekdays when the son was at school.
On this particular occasion they were both naked and in the living room, and Thomas was kneeling behind Helen who was on all fours as he slowly poked her. He was savouring the feel of her muscular little love tube, and she in turn was enjoying the reaming out she was getting with that big, rimmed glans. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, drooling, her tits swinging slowly in time to his pumping. But it had been a couple of weeks since they had last met, and he could no longer hold back. Suddenly he sped up, groaned, rammed in all the way, and shot his load into her. The woman made a disappointed sound but Thomas stayed in her and, leaning forward, began to tweak her large nipples and play with her breasts, so that she became silent, hopeful.
Just then he noticed the telly, which they had forgotten to switch off, though the sound was down. It was playing shots of hills to their north, and Thomas thought how nice it would be to go camping there. But now he forgot all about that for the woman in front of him was starting to get very excited. He himself began to move faster, feeling her start to contract down there.
"Ok, mate!" she moaned. "Just ram it in. I'm almost there!"
She opened her mouth and began to grunt in time to his pumping, then gave a long wail of climax as he spurted up her in a flurry of rapid thrusts. They lay collapsed on the floor, still embracing, still coupled, and Thomas thought again of the hills.
He therefore persuaded Mary, his wife, to come with him on a bike ride for a couple of days in the hills,camping out, having fun. She agreed but was clearly unenthusiastic.
It was a fine spring Saturday when they set out, round about ten o'clock.
On the morning of the second day, the Saturday, they rose somewhat cramped and stiff from their first night in the little dome tent, rode a few kilometres to the Narrikup roadhouse and, still somewhat chilled, had a pot of tea and raisin toast for two in the oiled wooden interior. The jolly Yorkshire woman in charge gave them an extra serving for free when she heard of their bicycle trip. She reminisced about the ones she had done in her youth on the Moors, and then asked where they were going.
"Just to the Porongurups," said Thomas cheerfully. "Probably head back this afternoon. Short trip this time."
The woman, whose name she said was Julie, had sat down at their table at this stage and though she and Thomas were talking and laughing about things, Mary seemed unwilling to join in. After a while she excused herself and went to the toilet, but neither Thomas nor the woman paid much attention. Thomas had been quietly sizing the woman up as they spoke. He saw that she was a plump, middle aged creature with curly brown hair, freckles and blue eyes that actually twinkled when she smiled. At this point she reached over and took his hand. She was wearing some kind of musky perfume that really turned Thomas on. Now that she was gently squeezing his hand, he flushed and started to lengthen. He noticed that her blouse had for some reason become unbuttoned half way down the front and he could see the freckled sides of her big breasts. She grinned at his interest, but made no comment.
Instead she said, blandly, "If you do happen to come back this afternoon, you can spend the night in our granny flat, out the back. I'm usually having a siesta there till about four, but don't hesitate to knock me up, if you feel the need." She gave a little shudder at the unconscious double entendre she had made.
"I'll be alone," she added.
"Thanks," he said. She gravely gave his hand a squeeze and stood up, bent over to wipe a spill of milk on the table. In doing so she gave him a full view of her ripe tits. They were quite naked and unsupported and sagged down almost escaping her blouse. She stood and slowly buttoned up her front, her buttocks, tight in the black slacks, swinging teasingly.
Just then his wife returned and his erection began to subside.
They left and rode towards the long line of blue hills in the distance. An hour later the dirt road stopped in a little round clearing next to a brick barbecue and there they boiled the billy and had tea with their sandwiches.
Suddenly Thomas felt bored. He looked over at Mary who gazed back at him blankly. He needed a woman to fuck, he realised, after seeing Julie. It was however clear that he would get nowhere with the woman in front of him. He began to fantasise about the woman in the roadhouse and went off to have a leak. There in the privacy of the silent trees he pulled a few times on his half tumescent tool, thinking of those big tits, those swinging buttocks. Then he stopped. He had a better idea.
Making sure that Mary was not looking, he went over to the bikes and slipped a tiny stem of dry grass into one of Mary's valves. The tyre quickly went flat.
Mary was disappointingly eager to head for home, but Thomas did not mind since Mary soon discovered the flat tyre. She however insisted that he ride on and get things ready for them. She would catch up walking, she said. Only a couple of hours.. In fact, she felt like walking.would like to spend some time alone.
Thomas shrugged and cycled off, reaching the roadhouse in half an hour. He noted that it was now closed and wheeled his bike round the back. He knocked on the door of the granny flat, a low unit under the trees and it opened almost immediately. The woman, Julie, was standing there bare footed, in a dressing gown and smiled at him.
"Hi," she said. "Come on in. Where's wifey?" He explained that Mary would be another hour or more because of the flat tyre, and the woman nodded. "Never mind. We can entertain each other till then." She gave him a hug. "I'm glad to see you my friend." She shut the door, leading him in by the hand. "George won't be back till this evening," she added, and Thomas supposed George was her better half.
The woman faced him now, still holding his hand, and looked him in the eyes. Then she dropped his hand and was suddenly serious.
