Choice Tales from the Vale – (511) The Grass Widows Reward

 

In the north of Downshire is the old market Town of Nettlebridge which was quainter and more peaceful than its neighbour Nettlefield which was a Military Town, whereas Nettlebridge prospered from the sheep and wool trade, which is evidenced by the road names,  Sheepfold Street, Woolsack Lane and Shepherds Bridge, and this trade had historically generated a great deal of wealth.

This was of particular importance to the Robinson family because they were sheep farmers up in the high craggy hills above the Village of Oxley Ridge.

They had one of the largest farms in the county covering a lot of quite inhospitable terrain with steep hills and crags and deep valleys and bogs and the whole farm was crisscrossed with ditches and streams. 

So, on a warm early Spring morning youngest son Marshall drove one of their 8-wheel ARGO All Terrain Vehicle’s up to one of the highest parts of the farm to repair the drystone walls on their border with Watts Farm.

For the size of the farm and the nature of the terrain it was essential for the Robinsons to have ATV’s.

The Argo was perfect for them because it could climb very steep inclines, crawl over rough, uneven ground, streams, and ditches as well as swim when necessary because some of their land was prone to flooding and as sheep tended to wander, they would likely perish without an ATV to rescue them.

When they bought ARGO in was a drab green colour, but they painted it orange and black to make it more visible from a distance in all weathers.

It seated two in the front on a bench seat and was steered with handlebars, but it could seat more in the back if needed but mainly the back was used for carrying feed, lambs, or tools.

It also had a tubular steel cargo rack on the bonnet and a heavy-duty roll bar.

Marshall had spent the morning repairing a break in the drystone wall, then sat down in the sunshine with his back to the wall to eat his lunch.

He had just finished his second coffee and was preparing to pack everything away when he heard the sound of someone start peeing, followed by a sigh, a prolonged jet hitting the hard stoney ground, which he found strangely arousing because he was sure he knew who it was,  and he found himself wishing he was watching as well.

“Anything I can help with over there?” he asked as he stood up, making her jump.

“No thank you, I can manage” Emma Watts replied having just pulled her knickers and trousers up.

“Anything need wiping?” he added.

“No thanks” Emma replied.

Emma had the farm next door where she kept Angora goats, she was what was known colloquially as a “Grass Widow” meaning she was married but her Geologist husband George, but he was away from home 10 months in every 12.

“I thought it was a horse until I heard you sigh” he said.

“Very flattering” she retorted.

Emma was 27 and was remarkable in almost every way, attractive, tall, slender, leggy, busty, and too often lonely.

She loved her husband very much, but she had needs and Marshall was always more than willing to service them.

They were just about the same age, and they had got on well even before the first time he fucked her, which also happened when he was drystone walling.

So, when she clambered over the wall, he didn’t know whether she wanted his cock or his help or both.

It turned out to be both, because he helped her find a couple of Goats and then they had sex on the ATV.

After an indeterminate period of post coital cuddling while still in the same orgasmic position, they kissed tenderly and redressed.

“Well, I think that’s it for the day” he said looking up at the sky which had clouded over.

They got back aboard the ATV and Emma drove back to where he had been working and collected his tools and headed back down the hill and by the time, they’d gone about a hundred yards the light was fading fast and they didn’t have the lights on

“Put the lights on” he said.

“I can see fine, I’m like a cat” she replied and made a little clawing gesture accompanied by a growl.

“If you don’t put the lights on, you’ll be roadkill” he said.

“Killjoy” she retorted as she turned on the lights.

“Oooh that’s better”.

 

As they pulled into her yard it started to rain

“Open the barn” she said so he jumped off the Argo and opened the barn door and she drove in, then Marshall closed the door.

Emma jumped down.

“Wait here, I’m desperate for a pee” she said, “Then I’ll give you a hand with Goats”.

 

Ten minutes later to his complete surprise and delight Emma walked into barn wearing a wide brimmed hat, wellington boots and an oilskin coat, unbuttoned and revealing her nakedness.

“Why aren’t we doing this in the house?” he asked.

“Because the house is my marital home” she explained.

“So, we can’t do it in the house, I do have some standards even if they’re very low”.

Before he could respond she pushed him back against the wall and was kissing him on the mouth and fumbling with his belt

“You’re a bit overdressed” she said and began trying to undo his belt but couldn’t figure it out and lost patience.

“Undo it” she snapped.

“Yes mistress” he replied as she turned her attention to his boots.

But as soon as he’d unfastened the belt and unzipped his flies, she  roughly yanked his pants and trousers down his legs and off over his feet.

Then in an instant her lips were around his cock.

“Oh Emma” he gasped out as he discarded his coat and pulled his shirt and jumper off over his head and discarded them as well.

Marshall looked down at her straw-coloured head moving expertly on his shaft while she played with his balls and he thought he was going to explode in her mouth any second but then her lips were kissing their way up his body until her smiling face was only inches from his, and she kissed him again.

Emma broke away from his lips and threw a horse blanket on the ground then pushed Marshall onto it.

“Lie down” she barked.

“Whatever you say mistress” he said and lay down and stared up at her as she shed her oilskin coat and stepped out of her wellingtons and stood astride his chest then as she lowered herself onto his face and  he saw the dirty blonde fuzz on her labia and the juicy pink flesh of her pussy.

He worked the creamy wet flesh with his tongue, and she wriggled and squirmed, moaning and gasping as he sucked at her lips and licked her cunny while she was grinding her hot gash on his face until she could wait no longer and slithered down his chest leaving a snail trail of juice on his skin and impaled her hot cunny on his cock and began pumping on him in earnest and he held her hips as she writhed and moaned and grunted on him until she had finished with him and she collapsed on top of him.