The day began with heavy showers and the sky was dull and overcast. There was a cool breeze. Rivers of water ran down into the gutters of the street -- it was by no means a summery day at all, not a sandals day. Upon my first reported meeting with Wayne my feet and sandals had become soaking wet so today, due to the weather I had decided to wear sensible shoes appropriate for the climatic conditions and sensible shoes for driving. I had breakfast, waited for my husband to set off to work then proceeded to Wayne's home. The time was 9.30am.
Arrived at Wayne's around 10.15am I had made my way through one or two heavy showers along the journey.
Wayne was sat in his front room when I knocked upon his door. He came to greet me opening his door and inviting me in enquiring as to how my journey had been and how I was. I was warmly welcomed in. I sat on a chair to take off my shoes. To calm my nerves after the motorway driving Wayne put the kettle on and made us both a welcome cup of tea. I asked how he was? He paid me a compliment and said he liked my green top. Wayne was wearing a cream and blue/red check shirt. I handed him a present of homemade blackberry and apple jam, homemade apple chutney and a bottle of claret wine. He thanked me warmly and commented on the homemade labels.
We looked through the kitchen window as he asked whereabouts I had parked. I noticed there were two or three mounds of brown earth upon his lawn -- moles he confirmed, tunnels heading towards and beyond the crab apple tree which was heavily laden with ripe fruit. The brew was made so he ushered us through to the lounge where he beckoned me to sit by his side on the sofa. There were fresh flowers in a glass vase and everything looked sparkling clean and tidy. Wayne enquired as to what I'd been doing that week and we both chatted. He gently pulled me closer to have a cuddle. He remarked that I looked nervous as I surveyed the room - it looked somewhat bigger than I remembered. Not much has changed rooms emptier, less clutter he clarified. Wayne confirmed that as he had suggested, we would have an outing to Nostell Priory and Parkland between the showers.
We kissed and gave each other the biggest, warmest hug. He looked tired, he suggested we go upstairs to his bedroom for a quick one which we did as he led the way. Ah, how to pass the time with a close friend on a rainy day. He had decorated his bedroom and changed the fabric of the curtains and quilt covers. He said I looked tense. Wayne knows I like to be sensual, the pleasure of the body rather than just the mind.
Kissing and caressing my body, stroking, touching and feeling he made a comment as to my silky smooth skin (Spa lotion), to smell and to taste as he slowly undressed me running his hands around my silky panties (jeans would rub without them when driving) whilst sucking my nipples and licking with his tongue he ran his hands around my firm, round breasts whilst I followed suit kissing his nipples. The hairs on his chest rubbed against my breasts as we came closer, he liked this. Two fingers were used to bring me to a climax. I should be asking for more not to stop mid flow Wayne commented and thought it could be because I was not used to coming? Time for a walk I think.
Downstairs, he picked up his blue jumper.
"Come on, let's go" Wayne stated as we climbed into his car and are we ready?
18th-century Nostell Priory and Parkland is the home of the Winn family a National Trust Property. Three hundred acres of parkland, lakeside walks, Adam interiors, Chippendale furniture made especially for Nostell with numerous paintings. It was free entry today due to National Heritage weekend. We collected a ticket and entered the house to climb the wide elaborate staircase like royalty going for tea. One room after another we entered stopping to peruse the opulent treasure trove. Some of the rooms were very dark and a question arose - How could they see to read in the Library? One bath tub needed a good clean as you could see the tide mark where the water had been.
Being my usual self I touched a marble table with an intricate blue design only to be told by the staff member "please do not touch!" He enlightened me as to the technique and how it was made -- I was only the twentieth person to touch it that day! I wouldn't bring a child here, there were no interactive displays -- a no touch policy. The beds were high and elaborate. Why would you need a fold out sofa bed in the room which had such a masterful bed? I wonder if they have trouble with their sewing machine like I have recently when making their soft furnishings and table covers? There were no children's rooms or rooms for children although there was an 18th-century dolls' house encased in glass. The park had an adventure playground. As we were leaving the house tickets were being sold for a draw to help pay for the restoration and renovation.
We proceeded to Stables tea room where Wayne kindly bought us tea and rock cakes, not that they were meant to be rock cakes! We can't usually afford tea and cakes so this was a kind of treat. The weather was dry so we meandered through the new woodland walk paths, up some tree trunk lined steps "last one up is a sissy!" Wayne and I competed -- he won! Wayne received a text which he read.
