Mark Jordan was born and
raised on Lily Green Farm which nestled on the lower slopes of the Pepperstock
Hills in the lee of the village of Highfinch.
He was a tall lean man with a
well-toned physique and a weathered complexion born out of a lifetime spent in
the open air.
Mark had happy memories of
the farm and the nearby hamlet, but it became a cold and bitter place after his
mother died so at the age of 19 he left the farm for University and never
returned until his father died 9 years later.
He was always very close to
his father but when Marks mother died, he climbed inside a bottle and never
came out, and the farm went to rack and ruin.
But despite their
estrangement the farm was left to him, such as it was, so he gave up his job as
a farm manager in Tipton and returned to Lily Green Farm to breathe new life
into his old family home.
He had been back just over a
month and had already employed a couple of labourers to do some general repairs
about the place when he got an email from the local forestry authority in
regard to Hawks Wood, which was situated on the Northeast corner of the farm,
and could he meet one of their tree surgeon in the wood at 10 am the next
morning, he hit reply and typed an affirmative response.
As with the rest of the farm
the woodlands had suffered due to neglect at his father’s hand, so it was
hardly a surprise that the forestry people were concerned about Hawks
Wood.
He walked up to the wood the
next morning and when he got up there the happy memories of his childhood
flooded back, and he was lost in the thoughts of those happy days when he heard
a voice behind him.
“Hello Mark”
He turned around and the
voice belonged to an attractive looking woman, pretty face, blue eyes, soft
shoulder length brown hair, 5t 5 or 6, early twenties, nice figure, wearing a
Hi-Viz vest over a t-shirt, knee length shorts, work boots and carrying a hard hat,
whom he vaguely recognized.
“I’m sorry, I know that I
know that we’ve met but I can’t place you” he said
“Well, that’s not very
flattering” she said “Especially after I showed you my knickers in these very
woods”
“Alison Storey” he said
“Ah so you do remember me”
“How could I forget” Mark said
“White with little pink flowers if I’m not mistaken”
“My God you do remember” she
said and blushed
“As I said hard to forget,
young girl, pink petals, all very Freudian”
“I think I preferred it when
you didn’t remember me” she said and laughed
“In your defence you were
only seven” he said
“I was older the last time we
were in these woods though” Alison added
“There was no flashing
involved on that occasion” he pointed out
“There would have been if I’d
had my way” she said “But you rebuffed my advances”
“I know but you were only
just 15 and I was 19”
“That didn’t bother me”
Alison retorted
“It wouldn’t have been right”
he said “no matter how much I might have wanted to”
“You wanted to?” she asked
with surprise
“Of course,”
“I didn’t think you did” she
remarked “I thought you didn’t like me”
“Even after the kiss?” he
said
Alison and Mark had been to
the same house party in Highfinch, although they didn’t go there together when
it was all over, they walked the mile back to Lily Green together, she lived in
the hamlet of Lily Green, on the other side of Hawks Wood from the farm.
Even though it was a route
she had taken a thousand times he wasn’t going to let her walk through the
woods on her own after midnight, so he offered to walk her home, which she
accepted without question and that was because she planned to ambush him in the
dark.
It happened when they were
halfway through the wood when she pinned him against a tree and planted a kiss
on him, a kiss which he reciprocated in spades.
A kiss which could easily
have led to something else had he allowed his dick to do his thinking for him.
It was a long kiss, a hot
kiss, a passionate kiss and overall a perfect kiss, a kiss against which every
kiss that followed would be compared to.
“Ah the kiss” she said
wistfully “That was some kiss”
“Yes, it was” he agreed and
then they both stood looking around, lost in remembrance of that night almost a
decade before.
“We used to have a lot of fun
in these woods when we were kids didn’t, we” Mark said
“We did” she agreed and
then they spent the next half an hour reminiscing.
“So why have you lured me
into the woods?” he asked, “Are you planning on flashing your drawers again?”
“Definitely not” she said and
laughed
“But you don’t deny that I
have been lured here?”
“I have perfectly innocent
intentions” she said
“So, what are they?”
“Trees” she replied
Alison worked for the
forestry and managed the local woodland but they didn’t have control of it all,
there was still about 10 percent of the Pepperstock Woodlands in private
ownership mainly on the southern fringes and Lily Green Farm had about 5 acres
which had been badly neglected over the ten years of the farms decline.
The main concern being that
there were a number of dead trees, one in particular was quite sizable and
could, if it were to be allowed to fall unchecked, take a number of healthy
trees with it.
Mark just stood back and
admired Alison as she spoke with great knowledge and passion on the subject.
She was still as pretty as
she always was, blue smiling eyes and soft brown hair dancing on her shoulders,
he suspected that she would normally have it tied back when she was working,
but she wanted to make an impression.
“We’ll I’m happy for you to
do whatever you need to do” he said
“That’s good to know” Alison
retorted and smiled
They saw quite a lot of each
other over the next couple of days as Alison and her team tackled the dead
trees and on Sunday, he took her for lunch at the Downshire Arms in Highfinch.
It was a beautiful early
summer’s day, so they decided to walk the mile to the village, he met her on
the edge of Hawks Wood and when she emerged wearing a floral summer dress she
took his breath away.
They had settled into such an
easy
They chatted companionably as
they walked, and it occurred to him that the near decade that had passed felt
more like ten days such was the easy conviviality between them.
The two of them enjoyed a
pleasant lunch and several drinks and they walked hand in hand on the way back.
As they neared Lily Green she
suggested
“We can take a shortcut through
the wood”
“Oh no, you just want to show
me your knickers again” he remarked
“Honestly I have no intention
of showing you my knickers” she promised and led him by the hand and after a
few yards she ran off and shouted over her shoulder
“Because I’m not wearing any”
He stood smiling for a second
and then ran after her and he found her sitting on the stump of the freshly
felled dead tree.
And as he approached, she
slowly raised the hem of her floral dress until he could see her own unmanaged
forest.
“We could do this back at the
farm” he suggested
“No, our first time has to be
in the wood, in our wood” she replied
And so more than nine years
after that first special kiss in Hawks Wood Alison got her man, the only man
she had ever wanted, and Mark made her scream to her beloved trees.
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