by Simone Leigh
That evening, I am all but unable to move. My tortured muscles scream as I try to do anything. I collapse into bed, Brin massaging me to sleep.
The following morning, I feel a little better, although still very stiff. Brin rubs more life back into my muscles and I feel well enough to down coffee and porridge.
The day’s work is still hard, but I accept that I must pace myself. I volunteered to do this after all, and I want to be able to enjoy this oh-so-different life, the company of my new companions. At the end of the day, much improved over my first day, I take a shower in the communal facility, grab a bite of food and go in search of Brin, following the sound of music.
In the shed, the evening party has already started. Beer is flowing freely and people are dancing.
I freeze as I see that Brin is sitting in a corner with Katarina and Kalene, an arm, again, around the shoulder of each girl as the two chatter and laugh with him. Aron is there too, downing a huge glass of beer. As Brin spots me, he waves me over.
“Martha. We wondering where you were. How are you feeling now?”
“A lot better thanks.”
Brin is on the inside of the table with the two girls and so I sit next to Aron.
He looks sympathetic as I sit down. “It’s not funny the first time you do this kind of work. People don’t realise how hard it is. But you’ll be okay. It gets easier all the time.” He pats my knee. Somehow, his hand does not move away again.
As the evening progresses and beer cans open, I find Aron’s arm is around my waist. Brin is very obviously flirting with the two girls. They giggle and squeal and are all over him. He seems entirely unaware that I might think this inappropriate. Aren’t we lovers now? Isn’t he mine?
Aron is more than friendly. And in truth, I like the man. His hand strokes my thigh and, although Brin sees this, he shows no sign of jealousy or objection. Feeling a bit lost, I let Aron continue his attentions.
Eventually, Aron stands, holding his hand out to me. “Coming Martha?”
I look at Brin, who smiles hugely and waves me away. “Have fun.” Then he returns to his frolics with Katarina and Kalene.
Aron leads me to a quiet back room, a kitchen, drawing me inside and closing the door.
As he strokes my face, curling my hair in his fingers, his blue eyes are warm, admiring. “So beautiful you are Martha.”
He bends to kiss me and my body responds to him. I do not understand what is happening, why I am doing this. But I lean into the kiss open-mouthed, feeling a rush of warmth as Aron’s arms slip around my shoulders and waist.
Holding me tightly, his tongue traces the line of my teeth, tasting me. He pauses for a moment. “Mmm. Strawberries again. You taste good too Martha.”
His hands wander over my breasts, feeling them through the line of my clothes. Slipping a hand up inside my tee-shirt, he lifts it up and away from me before unclipping my bra. As my breasts swing free he bends to capture a nipple between his teeth, one hand rolling and tweaking at the other.
My body is taking me on an unintended trip. My pussy growing warm under Aron’s attentions, I marvel at my own reactions to this. Isn’t Brin my lover? And yet here I am with Aron, whilst Brin is playing around with two other women.
As Aron suckles at a breast, his hand quests south and my pussy gives my brain a kick, sending instructions to enter into the spirit of things. Fingers slipping inside the top of my jeans, my pussy gushes and my head finally gets the message. I moan and gasp, staggering slightly to lean against the blond giant.
“Ah that’s good Martha. I was beginning to think you didn’t want to play.” Aron scoops me up off my feet and deposits me to sit on the kitchen counter. He struggles for a moment with the button of my jeans and then the rasp of the zip announces that I am being thoroughly undressed.
I watch, mesmerised, as the big man unzips his own jeans, releasing his erection. It is huge, built on the same scale as the man himself. He pulls me forward by the hips, enabling me to wrap my spread legs around his waist. My arms up around his shoulders for support, I spread myself as wide as possible, to allow the entry of his colossal erection.
Cock-head nudging against my entrance, Aron grips me under the ass as he eases into me. Pushing only an inch or two of his shaft in at first, he thrusts lightly, slowly, opening me up, widening my passage.
It feels magical. Naked, supported by a kitchen counter, a-tremble with lust, I rock my hips, encouraging Aron inside my slick pussy.
Pussy juices running freely now, the counter under me grows slippery and I find myself sliding back and forth in time with Aron’s increasingly powerful thrusts. He is so big inside me, filling me completely. Each time he thrusts, harder each time, I gasp for breath. Perspiration runs slickly between my breasts, now flushing red.
My gasps turn to moans, loud moans. My head resting against Aron’s chest, it takes me a moment to realise that it is not only my own moans I am hearing. Un-noticed by me, Brin is in the room with Katarina and Kalene. Kneeling in front of Kalene, he has her skirt lifted and is mouthing at her panties. Her moans join my tormented whimpers as Aron fucks me harder and harder.
Shuddering now, afire with sheer sexual heat, my breath coming in little jagged pants, I feel the tension of on-coming climax. My cunt, hot with need, begins to spasm before with final release. Teetering on the brink, I vibrate with the need to cum before, suddenly, my orgasm explodes. Radiating outwards through my body, the sensation sizzles through me. Convulsive waves shatter through my cunt as it clenches and reclenches around Aron’s shaft. He pounds inside me, dragging out my climax, extending my pleasure.
Just as I think I can take no more, Aron clasps my hips tightly, pulling me in hard onto his own thrust before bursting inside me, filling my already sopping pussy with his cream. He bucks and gasps, then falls silent as he presses himself home.
In the background, shrieks, groans and yells tell me that Kalene is cumming and Brin is not far away either.
Sated and wilting, I sag against Aron, dripping with sweat, regaining my breath. He holds me quietly, still inside me, stroking my hair before, kissing the top of my head, he withdraws and, with some difficulty, zips his now semi-erect cock back into his jeans.
“Thank you Martha. That was very good.” He takes my hand and kisses it. It is a nice gesture which feels a little at odds with my current state; naked on a kitchen counter and dripping with sweat, pussy juices and cum. I nod acknowledgment and raise a smile.
Now that I am descending from my orgasmic high, my head once more in control, the first traces of regret are invading my thoughts. Cleaning myself up as best I can in the kitchen sink, trying to ignore the sounds of Katarina’s orgasmic cries, I get dressed. Aron wants me to return with him to the main room, but pleading exhaustion, I return to the camper.
Back in the van, my mood hits bottom. What was I thinking? How could I have done what I did? The man I had thought was my lover was busy fucking with two other women while I behaved like a complete tramp with an almost total stranger.
Brin returns to the van a few minutes later. As he opens the door and steps inside he is smiling, but his expression turns to shock as I blast at him.
“How could you?”
“Sorry? How could I what?”
“You were with those two girls....”
“So? They’re old friends. We’ve known each other years. What’s wrong? You seemed to be having a good time with Aron. I thought you were enjoying yourself. It sounded as though you were...”
“I thought that you and I.... I thought we were.... I thought....”
My words trail into uselessness as Brin stares at me, very obviously holding his silence as I rant at him.
“Have you quite finished?”
I nod.
“I told you Martha, almost when we first met, that you and me.... It’s not going to happen. You’re a lovely woman, but I’m not looking to settle with anyone. Been there. Done that. Never again.”
My eyes mist over as
I absorb his words.
“Hey, don’t take on girl. I do like you. I thought you knew that.” He steps forward to take me into his arms but I back away.
“I’m sorry Brin. I can’t do this. I’m leaving in the morning.”
He expression washes between angry, upset and disappointed.
“I’m sorry you feel like that. I thought I was helping you. I see I was mistaken.” He stares at me for a long moment then turns and leaves.
As the door clicks closed, I throw myself down on the bed, sobbing.
The following morning, I wake in the grey dawn. I do not want to say any goodbyes. Just to leave quietly this life that is not mine. I want to go home. I want my nice house in its leafy avenue. I want normality.
Eyes still swollen from crying, I start the engine, and as quietly as I can, drive away.
Leaving the farm behind me, I take the camper along the little track leading to the main road. Lowering clouds, thin drizzle and a dismal day do nothing to improve my mood. A veil of depression falls across my memories of the previous few days. I thought I was a different person. I thought that Brin....... Can any person really change in such a short time? I don’t know.
Could Brin have changed in such a short time either? Even if he had wanted to?
Probably not.
At some level, I know that I have not been fair to him. He never made me any promises.
Do I actually want to leave? Heaving a deep breath, I pull over, park up, and pour myself coffee from a flask, giving myself time to think before I do anything I will regret.
The coffee warms me through and the steam penetrates sinuses still tight from crying. Simply feeling physically, a little better, helps my thinking. And as though syncing with me, sunshine starts to break through the clouds.
My thoughts clearer, my ill mood dispersing, I know that I should at least make things right with Brin. He did not deserve my treatment of him.
Pulling out my mobile, I tap in a message.
Sorry about last night. I know I was wrong to talk to you like that, but this isn’t for me. I’ve got to go, but I hope we are still friends. If you come by my area again, I would love to see you. Martha xx
In less than a minute, my phone bings ‘Message received’.
I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I know I pushed you too far. Yes of course still friends. I’ll be passing by again. Brin xxx
Back in the driving seat, I feel renewed, relieved.
Arriving at the junction of the main road, I pull hard on the hand brake, pondering.
To the right lies the safety and security of my home and all the things I have known over all my years. To the left is the route to a strange and wild world, uncertainty and adventure.
Flicking the indicator, I turn to the left and drive through a green, green landscape, lit by sunshine breaking through clouds.
A Little Something Extra for You
The Rush and the Ride
We talk
Of great things and small
We drink wine, and sit, together, In the glow of the fire
Your eyes lambent in the half-light of the candles
Our hands touch, a lace of fingers
The warmth of your skin on the cool of mine.
Our eyes meet and I see your smile grow
The smile that made me captive when first I saw those eyes reach for me
Lust rises, a warmth in me,
Curling and twining like smoke through the soul
I reach for you, to stroke your face. To touch your lips
To touch you
Wanting you to touch me
I see that you watch me, my lust mirrored in yours
Your gradual smile, the whites of your teeth showing animal joy
Pure and clean
The love of the soul meeting the desire of the body
The heat bursts in me and I grin
And pull you to me
And I see the light in your eyes
I feel your hand on my breast, your mouth on mine
Becoming urgent, demanding response
Emotion quickens in me. The heart beats, and the blood sings
And the ancient, ever-new passion surges
Your eyes deepen, and glow, darkly bright
Your weight on me as your body enters my body. As your soul enters my soul
Bodies merge. Spirits meld. And words fail
And are un-needed, in the Two that is One
I see you, once more, watching me
As you move in me. As your fingers glide over my face,
Smiling eyes seeking mine. Waiting.
I feel the Rising. The Rush
It swells. And grows. Until, for a short time,
The rapture of the physical overwhelms all.
For brief moments, there is only the flesh. The spirit released.
And yet, all the while, I feel your smile on me. Your eyes holding me
Your gaze willing my joy. Delight, in my pleasure
But now, I wait. And now, my gaze is on you.
I watch you from above, as I move over you
I see your breath deepen. And your skin glisten
Your eyes still smiling
I see you arch. And writhe.
Tremors of the flesh. Head flung back. Eyes tight closed
I feel you pulse inside me
Until, after eternal brief moments, you relax.
And our eyes meet once more.
And now, we both grin.
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