I may have to change the category for my dirty little stories from Mature to Romance.
"Why?" you ask. Because Glenda got engaged. Yes, it came as a pleasant surprise to all of us. The lucky man is Farmer Craig. He has been porking her at the Saturday Night lock ins. Sort of 'Try Before You Buy', I suppose. There must have been something about each other that struck a chord because he asked her out to lunch and things just took off from there. Coincidentally, Jem works for Craig and they quite like each other so there aren't really any objections from him. No-one told him how they met.
When Glenda told me I said, "We'll miss you at the lock ins."
"No, one of the conditions that Craig insisted on was that we carry on with them and that I get shagged at least twice each time. He's such a sweet man like that," she replied.
Glenda has moved into the farm so I will need to find a new tenant for the flat above the shop. That shouldn't be a problem as there is a real shortage of rented accommodation in the countryside. If you hear of anyone who may be interested, let me know.
Glenda explained to me, "There is an annexe, separate from the farmhouse, which Jem is going to live in. It has the Internet so he is delighted.
"That leaves us free to do what we like in the farmhouse. Craig has promised to help me get over my slightly conservative nature. He says that there is lots of stuff online that he's sure I'd like to try."
I volunteered, "You can always talk that sort of thing over with me if it will help. I'm very open minded, as you know, and you can be sure that I wouldn't tell anyone else."
"That would be useful. It's always good to have another woman's view.
"Craig says that all kinds of things went on at Henchard's Farm in his grandparents' day so he's been brought up thinking strange sex is normal and so he is really looking forward to educating me."
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Trev and Jem haven't been back to the tearoom since their Bournemouth excursion. They have both had brief but awkward eye contact with Helen in the street. Speaking to the lady volunteers they all agree that Helen has been far more pleasant to them lately. So much so that they actually enjoy their work in the tearoom.
One lady suggested to me that she thought that Helen and Mardy could be having a fling. He often whispered things to her that made her giggle. She said that most women were more cheerful when they were getting pumped regularly. Her friend was of the opinion that Mardy was a tradesmens' entrance sort of a chap so they both nodded knowingly and said, "Ah, that will be it then."
The tearoom has started to display some pieces of art; paintings and pottery. These are the work of two women who share a cottage and studio in the village. They both wear dungarees and headscarves. I find them a little unnerving. They are in their thirties. One of them is a little masculine while the other one is very pretty. She wears bright red lipstick. When I was talking to her about one of her paintings I couldn't help staring at her mouth. As I did so, I felt my clit twitch. I bought the painting. As I say, I find them unnerving.
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The following Saturday evening there was an electric atmosphere in the pub. Geoffrey was serving behind the bar and Imogen was collecting glasses and getting touched up so the regulars were fairly confident that they would be getting their end away later that evening. Rita was chatting to Brian and Craig. Her foot was tapping nervously so I knew she was getting excited by the events to come. The boys brushed against her tits each time they picked up their pint glasses which only added to her state.
Glenda and I were seated at the bar. "If that dirty slut is not careful she is going to go off early," Glenda laughed.
"Never mind her, how is your education going?" I said.
Her face beamed, "Mostly we just fuck. Anytime, anywhere. There's not a room in the house that I haven't been shagged in. I can't bend to pick something up without being bonked. After all those years of famine, I love it.
"We have started to do some research on the Internet. Random videos and stories mostly. We both agree that we like the amateur stuff. People just like us; not perfect but very enthusiastic. We always talk it over afterwards and are honest about what we like and what we don't like. Then we fuck.
"Craig likes the thought of showing me off. He says that I have great tits.
"We read a story about a woman whose husband used to blindfold her and undress her when she couldn't be sure if she was being watched or not. I found it a real turn on.
"After Craig and I talked about it we decided to try something a bit like it. We went out in the Land Rover. I had on a short skirt, stockings and no knickers. I undid my blouse completely so my tits were on show. Craig put a lovely blindfold over my eyes.
"With the skirt hitched just above my slit, we drove around the countryside. Everytime we stopped at a junction or a vehicle overtook us, I didn't know who had seen what.
"Often the driver would honk his horn. Sometimes we would pull alongside what sounded like a tractor. It was making me as horny as fuck.
"Eventually, we pulled into a carpark. Craig insisted that I kept the blindfold on. He wound down the windows and started to finger my pussy. I was sure that there were people watching us. I had a massive orgasm.
"He made me get out of the Land Rover and bend over the seat. Craig got behind me and pumped a load into me. While he was doing it I could feel myself being groped by several pairs of hands.
"Craig drove me home just as I was, blindfold on, tits out and spunk filled.
"Next time he says he's going to let one or two of the bystanders have a go too. I can hardly wait.
"Now I'm in danger of going off early," Glenda added.
