Tom lay in his tent recalling and reliving the last few weeks. It was here at the Island that he met Olive the 86 year old grandmother who had changed his life.
He had sheltered Olive and cared for her overnight during a sudden violent rain storm. That night with Olive culminated in her plan to teach him how to get laid. Olive declared him a virgin who needed help, and asked her daughters to help. “They helped,” Tom thought, “oh yes they helped.”
Never in Tom’s wildest dreams had he thought that his first time would be with a married woman and that shortly after he would repeat the experience with her older sister, who was also married.
He shook his head, and grinned as he stroked his hard
Erection.
“I’m sure Olive never planned on Marsha and I getting together;”
I’m not so sure in relation to Allie,” he thought, as he recalled how Olive made sure they were together as much as possible.
He shook his head, “No that’s not fair,” he thought, “I am sure she only wanted them to teach me how to make a woman want me, to teach me how to get laid.”
Remembering Marsha and Allie his hand moved faster, he started to grunt as he recalled his first time his prick entered the velvet warmth of a wet pussy. “It was fantastic,” he moaned as his come spurted up over his sleeping bag.
“Oh shit!” he cried as he quickly jumped up, “Mrs Brown is coming tomorrow morning, I can’t have cum stains on my sleeping bag, or the tent smelling of sex. She’ll know what I’ve been doing out here on my own.”
Anaika Brown was resting and thinking of Tom.
Lately she had spent many hours thinking about Tom. “He’s very young,” was her first thought, when Olive had told her of Tom’s interest in her.
Then she remembered her first time, it was the day after her eighteenth birthday, her partner was much older a friend of her fathers. “My age was not an issue and neither should Tom’s age be an issue,” she decided.
She had not had sex since her husband Alex was killed in that car accident last year. Sex with Alex had been rough and demanding. He only wanted her when he was full of vodka, leaving her used and abused after every session
Stinking drunk, he would come quickly and roll off. If she complained he would call her names, abusing her, “you’re too fucking big, your cunts to far from the ground, I need a fucking ladder to suck you big tits.” he would yell making sure it was loud enough for the neighbours to hear.
She had really only tolerated sex, it had never been exciting, and if anything it had been a chore. She was an avid reader and liked stories that had a love interest. When she read stories of love affairs, she longed for a kind hearted lover who would not be scared off by her size.
When Olive told her what Tom had said, she laughed and forgot about it. But Olive had persisted
It was nice to think that a young man, mixing everyday with all the young girls at his school should think her beautiful. Still she didn’t give it much thought, “he’ll soon forget me,” she reasoned.
She really wasn’t interested in a man after Alex. But Olive wore her down; she kept telling her about Tom, when ever they were together. Finally she decided to find out more about this lad, who Olive said “had the hots for her.”
Anaika liked what she learnt. Everyone had a good word to say about Tom. She was told he played football and cricket. That he was a bit of a loner spending a lot of time hiking, camping and fishing. If you can’t find him, “he’ll be out on that causeway island fishing,” the girl next door told her.
On the night of the dance she was pleasantly surprised. He danced well, with a maturity well beyond that of an eighteen year old. Her reaction to his penis when it grew hard and pushed between them as they danced surprised her.
Instead of pushing him away, she relaxed as she felt her nipples harden. Then as he swept her round the floor she felt her pussy grow moist. “My god!” she thought, “What’s happening to me.”
She was overwhelmed when during the next dance; Tom told her in a rush of words, that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. “I have always wanted to meet you, but I was too scared.” He cried. She could feel the warmth of his feelings and see it in his eyes.
Anaika loved young Tom’s declaration of love; it was like a passage in one of her love stories. Her pulse quickened, the moisture between her legs increased.
“My god I’m responding like a teenager,” she thought, as she felt her face get hot.
Tom woke early, when he left his tent he was surprised to find a strong wind blowing off the stream straight into his camp.
He worked hard shifting his tent to a protected location behind some shrubs. He dug a new pit for the fire, and dragged a couple of logs up close to use as seats or as a place to lay his head when he stretched out.
Finally he lit the fire, boiled the Billy, and was cooking a late breakfast of bacon and eggs when his mobile rang.
He recognized the voice, “Hi Mrs Brown,” he called.
“You’re not chickening out are you, you’re still coming?” he asked the concern showing in his voice.
“You will have to stop calling me Mrs Brown.” She told him. “I hope you don’t mind but I was so excited at the idea of camping and cooking in the open that I had to come early.”
“I’m down at the causeway, what do I do now?”
“Just wait I’m only a minute or two away,” he said as he set off at a gallop.
At the causeway Tom eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw Anaika standing watching him approach. She was breathtaking.
His eyes devoured her, quickly checking her out from head to toe.
A pair of moleskin riding breeches moulded a pair of perfect legs that went on forever before reaching in the rear an arse to die for. In the front the moleskins moulded her mound so tight it stood out making Tom’s mouth water.
She wore a white knitted top that prominently displayed her tits. Tits that Tom had drooled over since he became a teenager, they were big, yes big, maybe he thought, “I should say very big,” as he studied them closely.
“My god,” Tom groaned out loud as he came to a halt gasping for breath. Anaika was alarmed to hear Tom panting. “You silly boy stop rushing” she cried, “take your time.”
“I’m not panting from rushing, you take my breath away,” he moaned.
Anaika blushed “Oh I can see your going to be fun,” she laughed. “Stop teasing me, where is this camp?”
As they made their way back to his camp Tom spoke from the heart, “I wish I had my camera.”
“You remind me of a Greek goddess or maybe it’s a Viking princess but whatever it is you’re a goddess.”
“Thank you” she growled. “If you keep up these compliments, I’ll have a swollen head.”
At the camp the bacon was sizzling in the camp oven, the Billy was singing on the boil.
“Oh that smells wonderful,” Anaika exclaimed as Tom sat her down on a log, set up a little collapsible table and served her a large plate of bacon, eggs, toast and fried tomatoes.
He filled her plate expecting her to object, but to his surprise she wolfed it down and sat on the log to cook more toast with the toasting fork. Tom was relieved when he realised she was enjoying his company. She was laughing and joking, completely relaxed.
She lay back on a blanket with her head on a log and thanked Tom. When he asked what the thanks were about, she explained that camping and cooking out was a dream come true, something she had dreamed of and always wanted to do, but never done.
“Two dreams,” he said, “I’ve always wanted you.” His face went red as he realised how she might interpret what he had said. Anaika didn’t react; she just looked at him and smiled.
The leisurely breakfast allowed Tom to study Anaika more closely. She lay on her back protected from the wind by the logs. As they talked about camping and fishing, he couldn’t keep his eyes from straying to her tits. “My god their great,” he thought, trying to imagine her lying there nude.
Anaika knowing that Tom was studying her closely, quickly agreed to Tom’s suggestion that she rest, while he rigged her fishing gear.
“What clothes did you bring?” He asked as he looked around for some warm gear. “When you get out of this protected spot it will be a lot colder, and you could get scratched by bracken or thorns.”
She stood up, “I didn’t bring anything, will this do?” She asked. With her hands on her hips, she invited Tom to inspect her clothes.
“These old moleskins and this top are ready to be thrown out they are getting a bit tight, so it doesn’t matter if they get ripped or dirty,” she told him as she swung around.
She stopped when she saw Toms wide grin, “What are you grinning about?” she asked.
“I won’t let you throw them out,” he laughed “I love the way the fit you so tight, they’re bloody magnificent.”
When she didn’t react or object he decided to be cheeky and tell her what he really thought.
“Can I tell you why I want you to wear them when you camp with me? He asked with a smile.
“I haven’t agreed to camp with you,” she answered, before turning to him and asking “all right tell me why you want me to keep them?”
“They highlight your beautiful long legs,” he said as he asked her to stand up. “They fit so tight that there’s not a wrinkle on their surface.”
“It is the closest thing to seeing those long legs, and that perfect round bum, in the flesh. Glancing at Anaika to see how she was reacting he went on, “Now that you have turned like that, what I now see is a painter or sculptors delight, your thighs and your mound.
Knowing he may have gone too far, he laughed out loud, “Believe me Anaika those moleskins are the devils creation, they make me say and think things I shouldn’t.”
“Don’t blame the moleskins,” Anaika responded laughing with him. “I saw you studying me, you’re very cheeky.” She laughed as she swatted him on the bum, “I didn’t wear them to turn you on, I wore them because they can be thrown away.”
“Well I didn’t know why you wore them, but they turn me on,” he growled. “They prove to me what I have always believed, you are magnificent.”
He lent over to her, as she slipped away. “Kiss me Anaika,” he pleaded.
“Fishing first and kissing later.” She answered quickly, standing up on the log to tower over him.
He looked up at her longingly, “I hope you know what you just said.”
“What did I say,” she queried as she picked up a rod and reel.
“Kissing later,” he repeated.
Anaika studied him closely, “we’ll see, first you must teach me how to fish.”
