I was going to go to the cottage for a few days. Mik was fine at home, and he asked if I minded if his girlfriend stayed, and I simply said, ‘Of course not, sweetie, just be, you know, safe.’ He gave me ‘the look’, and I just smiled. Well, it won’t help his future if he gets a girl pregnant when he is still in his teens. I packed a few clothes into my little carry bag, and then some food from the kitchen – enough to last me a few days: some noodles, some bread, some bacon, a dozen eggs, a box of cereal, some cooked meats, and some potatoes. I love mash, and that is an easy evening veg.
I packed the car and then had a thought. I went back into the house and grabbed my swimming costume; I would go to the spa on the way. A dip in the pool would be refreshing. When I arrived, I was so lucky; there was just one space in the car park, and it was right near the door. That saved me a long walk from the overflow car park behind the complex. I grabbed my towel and costume and went in. The girl on reception smiled and waved me through, and I walked past the café down to the changing rooms. I remembered that the aquarobics class would have just finished, and the thirty or so women who do it would all gather for coffee and gossip before going home.
Good, that meant that the pool would be relatively quiet. The changing room was almost empty, and a lot of the lockers were free, and I stripped, putting my clothes into the locker. As I turned to step into my costume, I noticed a woman watching me. I smiled at her and stepped into my costume, pulling the straps over my shoulders and then adjusting my boobs in the cups. Locked the locker, pinned the key to my costume and headed to the pool.
As always, the water was lovely; I so hate some pools that are just too cold. I remember going to the old Bingley pool before they shut it, and the water was so cold my nipples would stick out! Not a look I liked. I went down the steps into the pool, holding the handrail. Well, it would be a daft place to slip; you could hardly make it look like you did it on purpose. I swam to the bubble zone. I like to sit in the bubble zone and let all the water bubbles burst around me, and if you pick the right spot, then you get a rather nice tickle between your legs. Well, you do if you’re a girl; I have no idea what it would feel like for a man.
As I sat there, I moved my arms in the water, warming up my muscles before I swam some lengths properly. The girl from the changing room swam up and sat next to me; I noticed that she seemed to pick a bubble-friendly spot just as I had.
“Hello,” she said. “I am Leah. I have seen you here a few times and keep meaning to say hello.” She was a little shorter than me. Did I detect a slight American accent? She was around five two, five three at a guess from what I saw in the changing room; her hair was brown and short with a fringe and a few streaks of grey or silver. She was a dress size larger than me, and she had the most beautiful hazel eyes. Her lips were not full, but still had the feminine Cupid look. She was really nice-looking.
“Hello Leah, I am Mica. Yes, I have spotted you a few times. But I haven’t been here much recently; I have been busy renovating my cottage in the Dales. In fact, I am just on my way there after here, just for a few days. I want to enjoy it now that it is all done.”
“Oh wow, is it like, you know, really remote? I have always fancied a remote English cottage, but well, it just never seemed to happen.”
“I used to go up there when it was an Airbnb, and then the renting rules changed, and the owner decided he didn’t want to spend money on the required upgrades. I had been pretty much the only renter, so he contacted me and made me an offer to buy. We came to an agreement, and then all of a sudden I owned an old, very basic cottage in the middle of Yorkshire, two miles from the nearest road.”
“Oh wow, two miles, that must be utter bliss.”
“Well, the cottage did need a lot of work. I had to get the plumbing redone and also the electrics; I got the right people in for that. I kept the old AGA, but I added a modern induction cooker. A few sticks of furniture from Ikea, and it is now really a lovely spot. It even has its own beck at the back, which came with a couple of surprises. The whole place is really lovely.”
“It sounds it. How do you get to it if it is two miles from the road?”
“It has its own private track. Unfortunately, delivery drivers won’t go up it, so I have to meet them at the end. Luckily, the local farmer is friendly, and he helped me get some heavy stuff moved using his trailer and his tractor. He also farms my land for hay. I don’t charge him, but I don’t allow him to use chemicals, or guns for that matter, on my land. He wasn’t that pleased about that, as there are a lot of rabbits on my land, but tough. My acres, my rules.”
“Oh my God, it just sounds so perfect. What do you do, or are you a lady of leisure?”
“I am pretty much retired now. I do some freelance work for the government, and I can do most of that from home. I think when the contracts expire, I probably won’t renew them. I may turn my hand to writing; the Dales cottage is so inspirational.”
“Wow, you’re so lucky. I guess you are on your own then?”
“Oh no, my son, Mikhael, is about to go to university, but he prefers the comforts at home with his PlayStation and girlfriend. He is not keen on being marooned in the middle of wild Yorkshire with his mum. He knows he can go to the cottage whenever he wants and take his girlfriend if he chooses, but, even for teenagers, when pretty much the only thing to do is have sex, they kind of lose interest.”
Leah roared with laughter, “Crumbs, yes, I remember when I was a teenager; all every boy wanted was sex, but when we had the opportunity for unlimited sex, about half an hour was their limit.”
It was easy chatting with Leah, and soon it was as if we had known each other for years. We talked about my name and how I was fourth-generation British, but old-country family names remained a tradition; how my husband had passed in the pandemic and how that floored me. How she was single; her marriage when she left the forces had been a bit of a disaster. She was not interested in finding another man. “Men are too complicated and yet simple at the same time,” she said. “Women are much more straightforward.”
Interesting. I hadn’t thought about it; was she coming on to me?
“If you want,” I said, and I don’t know why I said it, “you can follow me to the cottage and have a look, and then we can perhaps have a bite of food before you go home?”
“Oh wow, are you sure? I was afraid to ask. Yes, I would love to.”
After a few lengths of swimming, I left the pool and showered. I then dried myself and changed into my clothes, bra, dress, and sliders. If she was watching from the other side of the changing room, she would have noticed that I didn’t put on any knickers. I hate knickers. We met in reception, and I set her satnav for the end of my track in case we got split up.
“I think I know roughly where that is,” she said, “and I believe it’s on a bus route.”
“Yes, three days a week there is a bus. I have a friend who sometimes visits me up there who comes by bus.” I was deliberately vague.
We set off; it was about thirty minutes, and as we drove, it seemed to be getting darker and darker. I hadn’t bothered looking at the weather predictions; I never called it a forecast. They are usually wrong, and so I had no idea that a storm was coming in.
I turned into my track, and Leah followed. As is my wont, I drove slowly along the track. I know by now where all the holes and rocks are; Leah would not, so slowly was the order of the day. I pulled up in front of the cottage, and Leah pulled in behind me.
“Well, Leah, here we are; this is it.”
“My God, it is fabulous; I am so jealous.”
“Don’t be jealous; losing my husband and getting his life insurance is what paid for this. That was too high a price.”
She didn’t say anything. Not much you can say, really, I suppose.
“Right, I just have a few bags of stuff to get in, and then I can get the kettle for a cuppa on.”
She helped me take the bags of stuff in, and I gave her the tour whilst the kettle was heating.
“This really is fabulous. It is olde worlde yet has modern conveniences. I love your taste in decorations.”
“Thank you, Leah. It was a balancing act, making it twenty-first-century liveable in what is basically an eighteenth-century building. No mains sewerage, water comes from a spring, no gas, slow WiFi, the telephone is rubbish, and electricity goes off whenever there is a storm. Luckily, I have the AGA which I can heat water and cook with, so a few candles and I just snuggle down under the quilt if I am here during a cut. If there is a cut, Jacob, the farmer, usually pops over to make sure I am alright.”
And we usually end up sharing the quilt if truth be told. Well, a little tumble between friends is always good for the soul; Leah didn’t need to know that.
There was a massive flash, and a few seconds later, the loudest rumble of thunder I ever did hear. Poor Leah almost jumped out of her skin. I am glad she didn’t; that would have left a mess.
“Jesus, fuck,” she cried out.
“Ah, yes. Sorry, because we are a bit high here, the thunder always sounds incredibly loud.”
“Aren’t you afraid of being struck?”
“Well, I don’t go out when the weather is bad, so no, and if it hits the house, that’s just bad luck, I suppose. There are plenty of tall trees and poles and things around that are higher than the cottage, and the cottage has been here a few hundred years, so I guess it must be okay.”
She shivered and looked very uneasy.
“Come on, let’s make a tea and sit in the sitting room and let the storm blow by. They don’t usually last long.”
“Do you by chance have any Darjeeling?” She asked, “It’s no worry if not.”
“Sorry, no, just Yorkshire Breakfast and Lapsang Souchong.”
I brought the kettle back to the boil, warmed the pot, put three spoons of leaf breakfast tea in, stirred, and after a moment to let it brew, I made two mugs of tea. I thought that she needed something a bit stronger than Lapsang. We sat next to each other on the settee. As I found out with John, the settee kind of pushes you together, and my left leg was pressing into Leah’s right.
“Can I ask you something?” she enquired.
“Of course.”
“Only, I couldn’t help but notice, you didn’t put any panties on.”
“God, I hate knickers.”
“Oh, why?”
I laughed. “Well, for one thing, I learned as a teenager is that they have a habit of getting in the way, so no knickers, no obstruction.”
“Oh. Doesn’t it feel weird?”
“No, I have been going around without knickers under my dress for as long as I can remember. I do wear them under trousers to stop the rubbing, but I rarely wear trousers; they are even more of a barrier than knickers. Odd that you noticed that I didn’t wear them,” I said.
“Oh God, I hope I haven’t offended you.”
“Hell no, of course not; I was a little tickled to be honest.”
“Tickled like the bubbles in the pool?”
“Maybe.”
“Intrigued, interested?”
“Maybe, we shall see.”
“I might try it, see how it feels, you know, without panties.”
“It doesn’t work under trousers, and jeans are the worst; my God, you get a sore fanny with jeans.”
“And then no one to rub you better,” she laughed.
“Exactly.”
“Can I ask something else?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Have you, you know, been with a woman?”
“Ah. Not just recently, there was another woman at the spa, Molly, that seemed to show interest, but it didn’t go anywhere, and I haven’t seen her the past few times I was there. What about you?”
She blushed, which surprised me. “Well, only when I was a teenager with a girl from my class back in the States, but then after my stint in the forces, I got married, and that turned out to be a disaster, and I kind of didn’t think of it again. Well, not until today.”
Interesting.
“So, Leah, what are you thinking now? Are you thinking that you might like to, you know, go with a woman?”
“Well, yes.” She put her hands up her dress, lifted her bottom a little and pulled down her knickers. She laughed, a nervous laugh, and put her knickers on the armrest.
“I see. Well, allow me to indulge myself,” I said as I leant across her and picked her knickers up and pressed the gusset to my nose. She looked shocked. Well, what did she expect?
“Hmm, you have a beautiful, sexy aroma, Leah,” I said, my hand resting on her right thigh.
In the confined space, she managed to create a small gap between her legs. I closed my eyes and let my hand roam up; the heat coming from her was astounding. When my fingers touched her, she started, almost as much as when the thunder struck.
“Oh God,” she gasped.
I got up from the sofa and knelt between her legs, forcing them apart, widening her sex. I wondered how she felt now, naked and exposed. I pushed her dress up, revealing her sex, short trimmed hair, mostly on her mons; her labia were hair-free. I ran my finger along the valley of her sex. She was hot and wet, my fingers sliding easily between her fanny lips; touching her clitoris caused her to arch her back and her eyes to stare.
“Oh God,” she gasped again, “Oh God.”
I ran the edge of my fingernail along the bottom of her crease, the lightest of touches, and then softly circled her entrance. I couldn’t go further back, as her bottom cheeks were still pressed together, barring progress. I leant up and pressed my lips against hers, running my tongue over her lips before gently pressing and entering her mouth.
As my tongue entered her, my finger passed through her opening and penetrated her, my palm pressing against her clitoris. She breathed in deeply as I entered her, and then her breath seemed to hold, her eyes wide, staring at me, my finger wiggling inside her, a nail just scratching at her G-spot. Her arms went around me and squeezed hard, and she shuddered and gasped, her fanny clamping hard on my finger.
She relaxed, and I eased out and away from her.
“Oh my God,” she said quietly, “oh wow. You just made me…”
I knew. I stood up.
“Oh my God. And I haven’t even touched you.”
“There is plenty of time for that, Leah.”
“It never felt like that when I went with the girl when I was younger, and my husband never ever did that. He just shoved his dick in me and then rolled over and went to sleep when he had finished.”
I just shrugged and asked, “Another cup of tea?” She nodded.
I left her sitting there, legs apart, fanny wet and glistening, and went into the kitchen and put the kettle on. I opened the front door to look out; the rain was hammering down. I had emptied the rain gauge when we got here, and I could see that we already had nearly an inch of rain since then, and it showed no signs of letting up. Hmm, Leah getting back home may be an issue; these country roads often flooded in places, especially where the fields are higher than the road. The track would be okay, but the actual roads, probably not.
I took the teas back into the sitting room; Leah hadn’t moved. I put her tea on the side table next to her and sat down, her legs forced together and mine pressing her right leg once more.
“I didn’t expect that,” she said. Looking down, she realised that her fanny was still exposed. She smoothed her dress down, and then she gulped, one of those gulps people often do when they have been crying. Of course, she hadn’t been crying, but still, her emotions seemed awry.
“Are you okay with it? Did I go too far?” I was a little worried that she may think I forced myself on her.
“Fuck no. Sorry, I mean hell no, of course not. I have just pretty much never felt like that. It was a little overwhelming.”
I squeezed her leg. “Okay. Well, I have to tell you that the rain is coming down so hard I think there is a chap in the next-door field building an ark. The roads will be flooded; I doubt you will be able to get home this evening, and, knowing what these roads are like in ordinary rain, I would strongly discourage you from leaving before morning.”
“Oh. So, I would have to stay here with you?”
“Well, you could, if you wanted to.”
“Oh. Do you, like, have a spare bed?” She knows I do, because I showed her my spare room during the tour.
“As it happens, I do, if that is what you want. Of course, my bed is a nice double and has room for two.”
“Oh.”
We sat in silence for a while, drinking our tea.
“I feel very odd without my panties on.”
“But you will find that it is a nice kind of odd, rather than an uneasy one,” I replied.
“Yes.”
Just then, the power went out.
“Ha ha, the old cliché, a power cut.” I laughed. “I’ll light some candles and fire up the AGA so we can have some tea.” Of course, in horror films, this is when the axe murderer appears, and it would turn out to be Leah. Fortunately, this is the real world, not the fiction of the cinema.
“May I come with?” she asked.
“Of course, but it isn’t very exciting.”
“I guess, but I don’t like storms; I would rather be with you than alone.”
“Come on then, I’ll show you how to light the AGA.”
With the AGA lit and heating up, I cleaned the teapot and made some Lapsang Souchong with the still-warm kettle water.
“Try this; see what you think,” I said as I put the pot on the kitchen table and the milk bottle from the fridge.
She stirred the pot, put the strainer over her mug and poured.
“Wow,” she said, “that is really smoky.”
I smiled; smoky was how I liked it, just like my bacon in the morning.
I peeled some potatoes and put them in a pot of salted water, and put them on the fast hob on the AGA for the mash later. I would use the potato water as the basis for the gravy. With no electricity, we may as well have an early tea and an early night and save burning candles.
I got up, opened the door and looked out. It was biblical out there.
“Nope, Leah, there is no driving home in this; I would imagine that the road is well flooded.”
“Oh, that’s a shame, not,” she laughed. At least the thunder had died down, if not the rain. I wondered how Fay and Elvina dealt with the rain; perhaps they just went to their own dimension. And then I wondered if they had male faeries.
I put some cold beef on two plates, cold from the fridge; I wanted it to warm a little to room temperature.
I strained the potato water into a jug to save and started mashing the potatoes with a fork, gradually adding butter and then some cream, really smoothing the mash. I added some browning, a stock cube and some cornflour to the potato water and whipped it by hand until it was thick and glossy.
“Oh my God,” Leah said, “this mash is to die for. I am used to just packet, add boiling water.”
“Really, I didn’t know that they still sold that.” To be honest, it was a good mash. The potatoes were Maris Piper, and if you don’t overwhip them, they do make good mash.
I suppose I could have added a tin of peas, but I forgot to bring any, so that would have been difficult. I ought to keep some basics here: tinned tomatoes for ragu of chilli, tinned peas for almost any hot dinner. I just never think about it until I am here, and by then, it is too late.
Dinner finished, I washed up, and Leah dried. I tidied the kitchen and dropped the latch before retiring.
I led the way, Leah following. In my bedroom, I stripped and placed my dress and bra on a chair.
“You can use the other chair,” I said.
“I don’t have a change of clothes for tomorrow, nor do I have a toothbrush,” she said as she took her dress off, her white bra the only thing covering her.
“My clothes might be a bit tight on you, sorry,” I said, “but you can still wear that dress tomorrow, and anyway, after a shower, you won’t need to worry about smelly knickers, as you won’t be wearing them.” Of course, a shower required the power back on; the alternative was a handwash or a bath using the warmish AGA water. I didn’t mention that. “And I have a spare toothbrush you can use, and as for nighties? Who uses them these days?”
She smiled and slowly took her bra off. Her boobs were nice and round, but not too big, a small C or perhaps a B, I guessed, certainly a little smaller than my Ds. Her boobs weren’t too affected by age and gravity. Nice hips and a little bit of a woman’s tum. Very sexy.
“You go and use the bathroom first,” I said, “and I’ll go in after you.”
After she popped to the bathroom, I pulled the quilt back, just to let the bed air, and opened the windows just a little, just to let some air into the room, and stared out at the rain still teeming down. My goodness, this was as heavy as I could remember. It was probably the remnant of some Atlantic storm, but I don’t usually take note of such things, so I was merely speculating.
Leah came back into the room. “Which side?” she asked.
I laughed; a man would have said ‘top or bottom’. “I sleep on this side,” I said, pointing to the right. “Well, at least, to start off with.”
Chuckling I left her to it and went into the bathroom. Filled the washbasin with almost hot water and gave my fanny, pits and bum a jolly good clean. I then used unscented wipes over the rest of me. Happy that I would pass the sniff test, I drained the washbasin and cleaned my teeth.
Back in the room, Leah was lying on the bed, managing to somehow cover herself with her arms. Now was not the time for shyness. I checked that there were some matches next to the candles and got onto the bed and lay next to her.
“I am not sure what to do,” she said.
“Do whatever you want; I am easy with whatever you do or do not want to do. Why not start with doing to me what you like someone doing to you?”
“That’s the problem; I don’t know what I like.”
“Well, you liked what I did earlier; you could start with that.”
I lay back, legs apart and eyes closed. I felt her move on the bed, and then her lips brushed mine. I felt her tongue as it slid across my lips, and then it pushed gently into my mouth. My tongue responded, seeking hers, dancing a tango in our mouths. I parted my legs a little, and her fingers ran along my crease. I murmured approvingly.
She had a light, almost gossamer-like touch as her finger parted my labia and traced along the floor of my valley, my electrics building already. Molly at the spa had ignited my recent curiosity, but she had seemed to disappear, and now, without realising it, I was with Leah.
I felt my pressure growing, and I was getting lost in the sensations rather than in the doing. Concentrating and bringing myself back into the room, I felt my labia curling around her finger, caressing it as she moved. The feeling was completely erotic; the fact that she was a she made it more so. I widened my legs even more. Her fingers found my entrance, and she slowed, pressing in a sort of circle as she worked her way around before passing my entrance. She forced her tongue deep in my mouth as she pressed two fingers inside me, her palm squashing my clitoris. My breath filled my lungs with a gasp and would not recede.
My heels were pressing into the mattress, my head tipping back, and my neck straining. Her tongue left, and she moved down, her fingers still working inside me, but now her tongue was dabbing at my nipples, suckling, suckling in a way that men never seem to. It was the pressure of a suck and the sharpness of a nibble, yet neither. Her spare hand was playing with my left breast, gently squeezing and massaging it.
Her fingers were opening and closing inside me, widening me, stretching me, and then relaxing and finger shagging. I was raising and lowering my hips, reacting to her shag, shagging her fingers in return.
“Aahhh,” I croaked. A fingernail had found my G spot, and my already full lungs gasped for more air as she started kissing down my stomach, her tongue probing at my navel before she carried on down across my mons. My pressures went through the roof when she moved her palm, and her tongue pressed my clitoris, pushing my hood away, and her teeth nipped and tugged at it. The room should have been bright with my sparks; I was so full of electricity, bursting to escape, but it wasn’t. My eyes were screwed tight shut, and my mouth was completely open, stretched into a wide ‘O’.
She pulled her fingers out and replaced them with her mouth, her tongue keeping me open. She blew gently into my fanny, a strange feeling filling me, expanding me so much. As she sucked my fanny entrance into her mouth, my body gave up. I screamed, loud, high-pitched and long. I bucked up, my back arching off the bed, almost throwing Leah onto the floor. My electrics were let loose, and my orgasm erupted through my body, little explosions everywhere, all my nerves on maximum, and the pleasures just overwhelming me.
I collapsed back to the bed. “Enough,” I managed, pushing Leah away. Wow, that had been a big one.
Leah pulled back and came back up the bed, kissing my flavours onto my mouth. She put her arms around me, and we cuddled. I could feel her heat on my leg as it nestled between her thighs.
“Was I okay?” She asked.
“Perfect”, I said as I pulled the quilt over us. I was sure that the night would bring more, but for now, I was wasted.
