Norman Simpson was a middle-aged curmudgeonly writer who was renting a farm cottage for the summer, as he had a deadline fast approaching and the distractions of the city were affecting his focus.
His home was in
Abbottsford where he had lived alone for 5 years following his divorce.
The cottage was
located on Spurgin’s farm between Pepperstock Green and Quarry Hill and was
booked by his editor via a local estate agent.
Clifford Conway
was his real name, his pseudonym Norman Simpson, was the name of an obscure
character in one of his early books, which he used when booking hotels and
restaurants.
The Cottage was
about half a mile from the farmhouse and other buildings so it should have
suited him perfectly.
However, that
didn’t take into account 20-year-old Victoria Spurgin’s presence.
She was the
granddaughter of the matriarch of the family Alberta and the niece of her
Maiden Aunts, Iris and Daisy.
It was a remote
sheep farm high up on the edge of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the
three older women did all the shepherding leaving Victoria to do all the
domestic chores, which included cleaning once a week at the cottage.
Which he found
very distracting, because it was a hot summer, and she wore summer dresses that
showed every curve and her underwear.
She also
possessed a naivety of how affecting her figure was and how attractive she
was.
But whether by
accident or design she was always bending
over immodestly, showing him a view of her panties, up her skirt or dress.
One unbearably
hot day in July he watched as Victoria took the vacuum cleaner lead in her hand
and climbed onto the sofa and leant over the arm to reach the socket, and with
one foot on the floor and one leg on the sofa he was afforded a great view up
her dress of her pink knicker, and her contents, the same as she did every
week, only this week he took it as an invitation.
As she located
the plug in the socket, he had a notion to plug her socket, so he knelt on the
floor between her legs and put his hand on her hip and pinned her down
“You’ve been
flashing your knickers at me all summer, so I assumed you wanted me to have a
closer look” he said and lifted the bottom of her dress to fully expose her
pink clad buttocks
“I’m sorry, I
didn’t mean to” she said
“No need to
apologize!” he assured her as he squeezed her buttock “Very nice”
“I really
didn’t mean to” she pleaded
“Maybe it’s
something in your knicker you wanted me to see then” he said and hooked his thumb
up her knicker leg “Oh yes, there it is” he added, released the pressure on her
hip and slipped his finger between her lips and her protestation ceased.
After making
her cum she immediately adjusted her position, so she was kneeling on the sofa
with her buttocks in the air
“So, you want
some more?” he asked
“Yes please”
she replied in a muffled voice, so he pulled her knickers off her buttocks and
slipped two fingers into her tight pussy and soon located her G-spot, and she
soon went rigid as he made her cum hard, and then she collapsed limply onto the
sofa.
He sat and
watched her while her body relaxed and her breathing shallowed, and he listened
to her contented sighs and numerous fanny farts.
As she was
sufficiently recovered, he got up and slapped her cheek which made a delicious
sound.
“Time to get on
you back” he announced, and she rolled over and he unceremoniously yanked her
knickers off.
“Is there more?”
she asked holding the front of dress firmly over her pussy
“Do you want
there to be more?” he asked
“God yes” she
exclaimed which made him laugh
“Sit up and
spread your legs wide then” he said, and she complied, but she was still
holding the front of the dress firmly over her pussy.
He put a hand
behind each knee and pulled sharply so his target was where he wanted it, and
she yelped.
Then he began
kissing down the inside of her sweaty thigh and she tensed in anticipation and
by the time he reached it she had exposed her minge and buried his face in her
juicy cunny and feasted on the mix of cum, sweat and womanhood and she moaned
loudly as his mouth and tongue worked at her juicy flesh and took her onward to
another orgasm.
She was moaning
and sighing on the sofa when she suddenly leapt up in a panic.
“I have to go”
she announced “I have to finish the lunch”
“Ok” he said as
he watched her pull her pink knickers back up
“Sorry” she
panted “And thank you for the… phwoar”
“You’re
welcome” he said, and she rushed out the door only to reappear again a moment
later
“Can I come
back after lunch?”
“Only if you
want more of the same” he replied
“See you later
then” she said excitedly
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