Inverie

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

All comments good or bad welcomed. I will try and reply to each and every one but please note that all anonymous comments will be deleted immediately and will not be read.

John, again my thanks and love for the idea.

It had been a very long journey, five hours by train to Glasgow followed by an overnight stay, then an early train from Glasgow to Mallaig, another bottom numbing five hours. Fortunately, it was only a hours sail from Mallaig to Inverie, I was surprised that the ferry charged more for my suitcase than for me. The crossing was choppy and few of the other passengers were looking decidedly the worse for it. I had no problems, I have never suffered from motion sickness. The boat moored at the pier and we all disembarked, I think about twenty of us. Mostly walkers and hikers by the look. It was midday sailing, so unlikely to be day trippers.

The instructions for my B&B were to turn right from the pier and then they were on the left and if I got as far as the Forge I had gone to far. It was a reasonable walk, a few hundred yards perhaps, and there I was. I knocked on the door and after a moment it opened.

"Mica?" I was asked.

"Yes," I answered.

"Come in, come in, how was your journey?" Her accent was soft and easily followed, I hope that mine was easy to her.

"Long. Ten hours by train, and the seats were hard and uncomfortable, yeah, not good, I can only hope that my few days here are relaxing, I really want to unwind. Work has been brutal."

"Oh you will unwind here Mica. There are no cars, there is one van used to transfer goods from the ferry, and a slow mobile phone service that only works depending on the weather."

"Okay, yes, I expected that. I plan to be cut off from my old world for a few days. Are there places I can eat?"

"Yes, you can grab some food at the Old Forge, or, for a little extra, you can share our meals, but let me know in the mornings, so I can ensure I prepare enough. I hope that you bought cash, few places take credit cards here."

"Thank you, yes I am prepared for that." I had bought a thousand pounds in cash with me. I would have to go home if that ran out. I had already paid for my accommodation before I left, so the couple of hundred pounds a night, steep I thought, didn't need to come from my cash only meals and the like.

"Now, I am Sally or Sal, and my other half is Dave, he is up the road just now. Let me show you to your room"

I grabbed my suitcase and followed her upstairs.

"Now then, this is your room, and this is the bathroom. Dave and I have an ensuite so the bathroom is yours exclusively. The other room is currently unbooked, and so no one to share with, but that may change, we do get occasional people come on spec." She opened the bedroom door, and we went in.

A pretty nice and standard room. Large bed, dresser, wardrobe, bedside tables with a digital clock and side lamp. That was pretty much it.

"Downstairs is a sitting room that you are welcome to use. We have a tv in there with Sky, and you can use that whenever you like. Next to that is the kitchen, you can help yourself to as much tea and coffee as you like, you can drink the tap water too if you prefer. Breakfast will be served in the dining room, what sort of time would you like breakfast?"

"Oh, about eight I think If that is okay?"

"Yes that is fine. Will you be wanting a cooked breakfast?"

"Yes please."

"Right, I shall leave you to settle. You don't need to let us know when you come and go, your room key also has a front door key, so you can go and explore when you like. The WiFi password is next to your bed."

"Thank you Sally, I may just go for a little walk after I have unpacked and washed."

And that was that. I was now in what is classed as Britain's most remote village. You can't drive here, there are no connected roads. There is a pub and a shop, and a few hotels and that is about it. It is on the mainland, just on the edge of Lock Nevis, and there is a pretty regular small ferry service that brings goods and travellers.

My last contract had been difficult, the customer, a Government Agency, had poorly negotiated the original contract with their supplier, leaving many loopholes for the supplier to exploit, and it had been exceedingly difficult to manage. The supplier just treated the Agency as a cash cow but I was having none of it. I managed to cap a lot of the excesses, but it had been fraught. I needed a break where no one could get hold of me, and this seemed perfect. Internet, yes, but a roaming signal out of the guest house? No, not really.

I wandered back up the street and past the ferry pier. It was all quite busy, mostly tourists wandering around, although I didn't see a lot to look at, mostly B&Bs and guest houses, the odd hotel, a shop and that was pretty much it. I walked the other way and past the pub, The Old Forge, and then on further, more guest houses and signs to a camp ground.

Fine, I wanted secluded and it looks like I got secluded. I had read that most visitors come to camp and then go hiking, it seems you can legally pitch a tent pretty much anywhere, as long as you don't disturb any wildlife or livestock. Not my thing, camping. I headed back to the B&B and let myself in.

"Aha, you must be Mica, I am Dave," a red headed hirsute man greeted me. If you want tea with us, it's not too late, let me know and Sal will make extra."

"Oh, hi Dave, er, yes please, that'll be nice. I am not sure whether I am going to sit in the lounge or lay on my bed, I'll just go up now and then decide."

"Okay, tea will be at six."

"Thank you."

Well now, he was a ginger and so was Sally. I wondered if that was the norm, I had assumed it was an unreal stereotype, I hadn't noticed hair colours as I walked around, and anyway, most of the people I saw seemed to be tourists.

Up in my room I took off my dress and lay on the bed, using all the pillows to prop myself up. I could see out of the bedroom window across the Loch. It seemed to have started to rain, I came back just in time. Pretty soon the wind was beating against the window, and I was doubly glad I wasn't in a tent. The noise was quite loud, and I put my earphones in to try and blank some of it out. Even though they were noise cancelling, I could still hear the wind and rain as it beat against the windows.

I closed my eyes thinking that if I couldn't see it beating against the window, the sound would seem less. I must have dozed of as there was a knock on my door, "tea" Sally called.

"Okay, down in a minute," I called back.

I put my dress back on, put my seemingly ineffective headphones on my side stand and went down to the dining room, Sally and Dave were already there.

"Hello Mica," Sally said, did you catch forty winks?"

"Yes, I think I did, I didn't mean to, but the storm was so loud."

"Oh goodness," Dave said, "that was but a squall, the real storm is due tomorrow, there won't be many people around tomorrow."

"Oh crumbs," I said, "So it gets worse?"

"Ach yes lass, but you'll be fine in here, this house is weatherproof. So I guess you'll not be out and about much tomorrow. You may have to sit and binge watch some TV."

"Yes, well that is okay, I came here to do nothing and that will be fine."

Tea was mince, boiled potato and mashed swede. Neeps and Tatties I supposed. It was actually really nice and went down well, and the pot of tea accompanied it well. After tea I went and sat in the lounge and turned the TV on and watched some really odd programme about selecting Dallas Cheerleaders. What surprised me was that even if selected for one season, they had to pass the auditions again for the following season. It was soon after nine and I decided to retire. I turned the TV and the lights off and headed upstairs.

On my way I grabbed a towel from the bathroom, and in my room I stripped and went through to the bathroom, shut the door and had a lovely hot shower. Wrapped in my towel, rather than run naked across their landing, I made my way back to my room, shutting the door behind me. I didn't bother closing the curtains, no one could see in, and I just lay on the towel on the bed for a while.

I heard Sally and Dave come upstairs and then their door clicked shut. About twenty minutes later I heard some familiar noises, the walls and doors were not quite as soundproof as you might imagine, the unmistakable sounds of sex drifted from across the landing. It sounded as if they were both enjoying their time and were in no way inhibited by having a guest in the house. Perhaps the thought that I might hear them was a turn on for them? Who knew? I put my headphones in and left them to it. I wasn't in the mood to let my fingers do some walking, and just lay there listening to an audio book about witches.

I awoke in the night as another squall hit and battered the window, to be honest I found it a little unnerving. I got up and looked out of the window, there was little to see. The few lights along the street gave poor light and the storm drove so much rain against the window it would have been difficult to see in the height of day. I picked the towel up off the bed and hung it on the back of the door and got into the bed, pulling the covers up tight to my face, my eyes screwed tight, wishing I could turn off my ears.

The storm raged through the night giving me little sleep, I tried putting my noise cancelling headphones on, but the sound still came through, just a little quieter and I couldn't sleep wearing headphones anyway. When light finally broke the storm was battering the house, and I swear I felt the house move. I was covered in a sheen of sweat and it wasn't from heat, it had been a torrid night mentally, I was a bit of a wreck. I needed a shower.

I left the quilt rolled back to let the bed air, wrapped the towel around and headed across the landing to the bathroom. Oh, for an ensuite. I turned the shower on, let it run for a few moments to stabilise and got under the stream of warm water. Even with the shower running I could still hear the storm and my nerves were all of a dither. I soaped and lathered myself, ensuring I reached all of my nooks and crannies, too many crannies for my liking, and then rinsed everywhere, all suds sent packing down the plug hole.

As I got out of the shower a particularly large gust hit the house, startling me and scaring me half to death, I screamed, just a little, but it just came out. I was standing there shivering, and not from cold.

"For God's sake woman," I chided myself, "get a grip."

The door banged, "are you alright," Sally called through the wood, barely audible over the storm.

"Yes, sorry, the storm, yes I am fine."

"Okay, I'll start breakfast, come down when you are ready."

I patted myself all over with the towel, using the folds to get into 'those' places, and satisfied that I was dry, I wrapped the towel around and headed back to my room, almost bumping into Dave on the landing.

"Are you alright lassie?" He asked, "you look like you encountered the ghost of a wee haggis."

I was startled and my towel slipped a little, revealing a little too much. Dave looked at my embarrassment before I could adjust my towel.

"Yes, sorry, the storm, you know, it just, well, yes, I am alright now."

"Okay, well, if you need anything, just call. I am sure Sally will be well on with breakfast, so come down when you are ready."

"Thank you, yes."

I hurried into my room and shut the door behind me, the towel dropping to the floor. I stood there naked watching the rain lash against the windows and pour down in miniature rivers. I shivered again. Looking out the road was completely devoid of human life. There were a few black headed gulls in the air riding the winds, but that was it, not any other living thing to be seen. The only word I could think of to describe the weather was atrocious. I was glad I hadn't come here for walking, I just wanted it to be a bit quieter for my get away of solitude.

It wasn't especially cold so I dressed in a strappy dress and a cardy and went down to properly greet the day, trying to put my earlier embarrassment on the landing behind me. In the dining room there were some cereals and milk. I didn't fancy a cold breakfast. I guess Sally heard me come down as she popped her head through the door.

"Right then, tea or coffee and would you still like a cooked breakfast?" She asked

"Tea please, and yes a cooked breakfast."

"Okay, coming up, just to let you know, the storm hasn't peaked yet, so it will get worse, so I doubt you'll be stepping a foot outside today."

"Oh. Okay, crumbs, is it always this bad?"

"Och this isnae bad, when the winter storms come the waves on the loch can reach the front door, no, this is just a bit wet and windy."

"Good grief." Sally smiled and headed back to the kitchen. I was just settling when Dave came in.

"Hope you don't mind if I join you for breakfast lassie," he said as he pulled out a chair next to me at the table."

"No, not at all, why would I mind?"

"Well, some people do you know, it is very odd, they seem to think that we are their servants or something and forget that this is actually our home."

"There are some very rude people around Dave that is for sure."

"Aye lassie there is indeed."

There was an easy silence that didn't need to be filled as we waited for Sally to do her thing in the kitchen. I had watched a few of those reality programmes about hotels and Bed and Breakfast places that were struggling, and in almost all of them, the man of the house cooked breakfasts. Perhaps that was a symptom of their failings? I don't know, but this B&B seemed to be doing fine as far as I could tell. But then, really, what did I know of their circumstances.

Just at that moment a particularly violent squall hit the house and startled me, my body flinching as if I had been struck by an electric shock.

"Settle lassie, it's just the weather," Dave said, his hand reaching out to hold mine, "you're perfectly safe here."

"Thank you, yes, I believe that I am."

Sally came in a put a plate in front of me and then another in front of Dave. My plate had fried bread, bacon, sausage, egg, haggis ( I assumed), grilled tomato, black pudding and some beans. I never understood why people added beans to a breakfast, but so many do, for me it is a lunch item to be accompanied by toast, but there you are, we are all different.

"Sauces on the side," she said as she went out of the room.

I stood and went across to the sideboard and retrieved a bottle of HP, "anything for you Dave whilst I am here?" I asked.

"No lassie, I'll have the brown after you."

I poured some brown sauce onto my plate and then passed him the bottle. Sally came back in with a tray, and put tea in front of me, and a plate of breakfast for herself on the table, a rack of toast triangles in the middle along with butter, a tea pot and some milk.

"Right then, let's tuck in," she said as she sat down. There was no conversation as we tucked in. It all looked like good quality produce; I wondered if they ordered it in especially? It didn't look like what you would get from a supermarket that was for sure. It was all cooked through, the sausages nicely brown on the outside and piping hot in the centre. The haggis was peppery and a welcome addition to a typical breakfast, the eggs had runny yolk and the fried bread was beautifully crispy. All in all, excellent.

"Crumbs Sally, that was an really excellent breakfast, it really was. So tasty and such lovely ingredients."

"Thank you. We have to order a lot in as the local supermarket just sells a little of each and not of a quality I would serve guests. Alright for ourselves I would say, but not for visitors, ach no."

"Well, a good thing I would say, really was delicious." And I decided that I would add that to my feedback. So often breakfasts are just average, and this really was not, and very well cooked too. Another powerful squall hit and I nearly spilled my tea, I jumped so much.

"Ach Lassie you'll be leaving your skin behind," Dave said, "I guess we just get used to it, this is really almost nothing to us."

I didn't reply, what could I say, we get storms in Yorkshire, but nothing like this, and all I could do was be thankful that the storm wasn't worse than it was. Breakfast finished, I got up to go back to my room leaving them to it. As I climbed the stairs for some reason I looked behind me, Sally was stood at the bottom looking up as I climbed. My fanny seemed to wink and I know I had become moist as I realised that she would see I wasn't wearing underwear.

Back in my room I threw myself on my bed and pressed my hand onto my fanny, cripes I really was wet. I began to run my finger up and down my crease, dipping into my entrance, lightly stroking my clitty and running my nail down across my valley floor, my breathing was halting, my lungs filling and my pleasures were building. There was a tap at the door.

Frustrated I stopped and went to the door and opened it. Sally stood there.

"You look flushed," she said, "anything I can help with, only, I did look up as you came up to your room."

I just looked at her and opened the door wide. She could choose to come in or not. She chose to come in. I stepped a little back, my hand pressing my dress against my crotch, I was aroused but had no idea how to make the first more, or even to know if she was even coming onto me.

"I can help with that," she said, her eyes looking at my hand. She stepped forward and moved my hand away and slipped her other hand past the hem of my dress and touched my fanny. My electrics almost let loose, and I gasped as her finger slid between my folds and found my slipperiness.

I reached up and slid my cardy of and pulled my dress up over my head. I was standing naked.

"Gosh, yes, Dave said you had lovely boobs, and he was right."

Another massive squall hit the house and I almost left the ground. Sally took me in her arms and kissed me, "let's get into bed lovely," she said.

I stepped back and lay on the bed as Sally pulled her dress off, naked underneath too, a patch of hair above her fanny unlike me, I shaved. She pulled the quilt over us as she lay in the bed, and then kissed me once more. Her lips sliding over mine as her tongue pressed between my purse, seeking a way into my mouth, I granted access, and my own tongue pushed back into the heat of her mouth.

I cupped her breast and then my hand went down, through the neatly cropped forest and found her crease, dabbed at he clitoris and then down her wet and hot channel to find her entrance. Her petals surrounded my finger as I eased inside her, her fanny full of little ripples and as I penetrated she pulsed and gripped my finger.

She pushed me away, "I need to eat you," she said as she turned on the bed and went down, her legs straddling me, her fanny above my face and lowering. I felt her breath on my crease and then a tickle as she blew, her fingers teasing my lips apart revealing my valley. I moved my head, my nose running along her crease, her valley opening for my tongue to dip inside between her lips.

She tasted sweet yet a little salty, her lips curling around my tongue as I moved. I brought a hand to bear and pressed two of my fingers at her opening, marvelling at her petals as they surrounded my sinking fingers, she gasped as my fingers wiggled inside her.

As I worked her fanny Sally was pay attention to mine. She had her mouth around my clitoris, sucking it inside her mouth and then stroking it with her tongue, my pressures were building and my pleasures were growing. Her finger was inside me, a feeling that can never be underestimated, my fanny trying to grip her, pulsating and rippling. She pulled her finger out and I was feeling abandoned, voided, and then she pushed two fingers inside me, opening me up, a feeling of being full as she moved within me.