“Rochester’s home, Thornfield, in Jane Eyre is based on North Lees Hall from a time when Charlotte Bronte visited the area,” said Jenny. “Wonderful, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but it looks fairly eerie to me.”
“Why, you don’t have madwomen looked in your attic do you?” asked Jenny.
“Well now that would be telling. What about you, any madmen?”
“Other than the one I’m looking at you mean?”
Jenny removed one of her gloves and reached up to touch Grant’s face - and there was that glint in his eye again.
“Let’s go up the hill and round the back a bit. We’ll only have the sheep and the Angus cattle for company there. Oh and maybe the odd young bullock…”
“What?” Jenny didn’t really argue as Grant gently led her to the more isolated area.
“There are plenty of huge rocks here too, good for both shelter and hiding,” he said.
“I was thinking about lunch, actually,” said Jenny.
“Well, now I’m hungry too. But not necessarily for food.”
Jenny removed a small plastic rubber sit mat from her rucksack and Grant started to laugh.
“We’ll not manage well on that.”
He removed his coat and carefully trying to avoid sheep and cow dung, placed it on the grass.
“You know I reckon it would be just grand if you did the same. Grand, aye that’s the word for it, surrounded as we are by symbols of literature and that. It’s the start of a grand day out with me lass, that I can promise you,” he said.
“A grand day out? So far it’s been cold and embarrassing and I’m about to bloody freeze. Don’t see what’s grand about it,” said Jenny. But noticing he looked a little hurt she added, “The only grand thing about it is you, so far. I’m telling you I’ll bloody freeze.”
“Naw I’ll see that you don’t.” He was touched by what she had said but tried not to show it.
“We’ll have to be blinking quick then,” she laughed.
“Well seeing as though I intend to have you my rapturous young maiden several times before dusk falls that may not be too a bad thing. Now come miss, lay down your coat and be done with it.”
She burst out laughing and did it. Once again she could feel her blood pulsating throughout her body in excited anticipation and her cunt was throbbing with desire and responding with ever more bountiful juices soaking her underwear and even oozing into her walking trousers. They knelt on the coats simultaneously and gazed into each other’s eyes.
“You are the most divine woman I’ve ever seen. I’ve worshipped you from afar these last few weeks and now you are here I can’t believe it and how gorgeous you really are.”
“Grant, I have to tell you that I’ve never done anything like this before. That is, I don’t mean I’m a virgin…”
“You mean you’re an open air virgin. Me too, but I’ve a fantasised about it for years. I just needed to find the right person to feel comfortable with I suppose. And it helps that you turn me on like crazy!”
“But you seemed so sure of yourself. And I turn you on covered in mud in my hiking gear? Get real.”
“I’ll prove it to you if you like.”
He leaned forward pressing his lips firmly onto hers and with his right hand he caressed her hair, running his fingers through it before pulling her closer to him and kissing her more deeply, his tongue flirting gently with the inside of her mouth and her own equally eager one. When they parted, she responded by placing a tender kiss on his forehead and then several well aimed kisses behind his ear lobes and his neck.
Next, his hands were upon her fleece as they giggled together and slumped to the floor behind the rock on their makeshift bed of coats. He steadily unzipped her fleece to reveal yet another layer of clothing and smiling placed his ear to her chest listening tenderly to her heartbeat for a few moments.
After a short while his eyes couldn’t helping being drawn to her voluptuous breasts. Gently, he pulled up the material of her T-shirt and her thermal under layer to reveal her sports bra beneath. Thankfully it was one of those that zipped at the front so he was able to gain access to her ample mounds of creamy flesh without her having to freeze to death as she had feared.
They lay huddled next to the rock on their sides, Jenny with her back to it, for several minutes while Grant sucked her nipples and licked contentedly between her breasts. Jenny stopped him after a while and encouraged him to lie back slightly while she fiddled with his walking trousers. The button was tight and as she unzipped them there was a moment where she feared briefly for his manhood before the relief and joy of discovering his erect penis which she quickly fondled, taking care to keep it warm in its thermals for the time being. She sucked over the top of his Calvin Kleins which was a weird sensation but then thought better of it and eased the front of them down, cupping his balls in her hand while licking and gentling nibbling his huge dick.
Grant had serious doubts as to whether he could hold on much longer. He gestured to Jenny to lay off his dick for a moment and smiled. Then he coaxed her into a standing position; as they did so he kissed her so deeply she could hardly breathe and she really feared she may faint. Grant gestured to Jenny to lean back against the rock. He smiled and undid her trousers which came away more easily than his own had. They revealed big cream thermal knickers from the specialist walking outlet which were now scented beautifully with her musk. His fingers moved quickly but gently into her knickers, seeking out her pussy. Soon he was tenderly pressing the edge of his index finger lightly against her labia. Then he gently inserted a couple of fingers into her and moved them around.
Jenny imagined that he could surely feel the pulsing of her insides and the throbbing of her clit. Without a doubt he must be enjoying the fluid pooling around there, it must be gushing and sticking to his fingertips like fine nectar.
With one finger still dipped into her, he started licking her earlobe. She grabbed hold of him tightly around his waist in order to gain some purchase and to enable her to squeeze ever harder on his finger as his mouth moved from her ear to her lips. They were both on fire.
Then he pulled back and went down on his knees receiving a delightful infusion of her heavenly scent for doing so. He couldn’t help himself from licking her moistened clit - so passionately that she physically jolted from the tingling sensations he elicited in her. It was all she could do to stop herself from coming there and then. So she softly touched his forehead and encouraged him to rest for a moment. He responded by standing up again and kissing her - exploring her mouth with delicate touches of his tongue. It was strange tasting her own juices on his lips but she found it only served to make her even more horny.
Her hand reached almost automatically again for his cock as the excitement and desire to have him inside her heightened. Without realising it she found herself rubbing him perhaps too vigorously and shouting for him to come. But he wasn’t even inside her yet.
Oh shit. Unless he was lying and he made a habit of shagging ladies alfresco on the moors there was a slight technical hitch, and Jenny worried momentarily how it might look when she was the one to solve it. Trouble was, she always carried everything in her bag but inevitably it would be someone else who needed it. Until now. She momentarily released her grip on his cock and bent down, flipping her first aid kit out of the top of her rucksack. Gingerly she offered Grant the tiny packet she’d found inside it.
“On a walk? In your first aid kit? My God woman…”
“It’s just the same as a handbag and I always carry everything,” was the matter-of-fact response. He just grinned and removing the condom from its packet, guided it quickly onto his eager cock. He backed her gently against the rock. This time they were both ready. His rock hard dick entered her red hot pussy. Hell, Jenny was so wet that she reckoned she could have got a torpedo inside her on that hillside, never mind Grant’s cock. And my God how he filled her; it wasn’t just her blood that was pulsating round her body now but Grant, with ever
y fibre of his being. He was standing strong, tall, erect and in command; thrusting away, totally disregarding the herd of Angus cattle that were now encircling them.
“My God Jenny…”
Unable to respond coherently, her totally uninhibited wails echoed through the moors and she didn’t care who might hear. Who was this animal he’d awakened? She felt her entire body melting with the desire to come at the same time as Grant. There was no denying this extra buzz at the sense of danger. The chance that they might be being watched or that a fellow walker might come that way only seemed to add to the intensity of their lovemaking. Her very soul was lost in him whose dick pounded passionately inside her, with each thrust more intense than the previous and until she could hold herself no longer and exploded right there in the open air. Her clit threw out electric shocks which travelled all over her body and turned her legs to shaking jelly. Her eyes saw stars. Her pussy dripped even more juices. Grant’s cock pulsed powerfully within her as he reached his own climax. God how she would love that first whiff of his cum when he withdrew his shaft. Slowly he did so, and after kissing her once more moved away and reached for a tissue from his rucksack. Then he leant back in and kissed her ardently again.
“You okay sweetheart? You’re sensational. Like a Goddess. No, a tigress. I’ve swear I’ve never known a woman like you.”
Jenny was leaning against the rock quivering and mesmerised.
“I can’t believe we just did that. I just don’t do things like that,” she said.
Grant leaned towards her and kissed her deeply and tenderly again. “Well I promised you more later, much more. Reckon we should get warmed up a bit first though. What do you think?”
Jenny and Grant zipped and buttoned up each other’s clothing and picked up their coats and put them back on. Then, finally, they retrieved their small picnic mats from out of their rucksacks and ate their lunch whilst still looking at North Lees Hall.
“There’s lots of great places for walks round here,” said Grant, “I’ll take you up Higger Tor and Carl Wark another day.”
“Is that the Roman Fort?”
“It is - interested in history are you?”
“A little. More interested in what’s going on in the present though!”
After lunch they walked in the direction of Hathersage village with the aim of having a look at the churchyard where legend has it Little John of Robin Hood fame is buried. When they reached the supposed grave they were surprised to find a modern day parking meter near it.
“Someone’s idea of a joke I suppose,” said Jenny. “Do you reckon it’s really Little John? The grave certainly looks big enough.”
“Well that depends on whether you believe that Robin Hood legend is real or not, I suppose. But one thing’s for sure, in 1780 the grave was opened up and a thirty-two inch long thigh bone was found in there, so that certainly supports the case.”
“Anyone ever tell you have the best chat up lines ever?”
“Very funny. Going off at a tangent - here’s another one: you ever seen the local stepping stones?”
“Me and stepping stones don’t really mix.”
“Don’t be silly, little kids go across them.”
“There can be only one reason why you want to get me on some blooming slippery stepping stones,” said Jenny, laughing. “Are you hoping for the wet T-shirt look by any chance?”
“What, in this weather? As if I’d be so cruel just to satisfy a whim.”
“I probably would be, if you weren’t wearing a Gore-Tex jacket,” replied Jenny. “Go on then, let’s have a quick stroll down to these stones as long as there are no more blinking cattle!”
Having walked to the other side of the village, they both felt as if they walking on air as they bounded across field after field along the side of the Derwent. After about three quarters of a mile of excited scurrying along punctuated by breaks for long lingering succulent kisses they reached the point where the huge stones brooked the river with signs to Offerton on one side and leading back to the village on the other.
“My God Grant, it’s even wider than I thought. I’ll never get across without falling in. I’m not doing it, we’ll just have to carry on walking. I’m up for a different kind of adventure on this grand day out of ours, but I’m not going across there today. It’s too cold.”
“Don’t be such a scaredy cat,” said Grant. “Little kids go across.”
“So you said. But the water level looks awful high to me.”
The water was covering some of the stones and deep down Grant probably knew she was right. But he tentatively struck out his right foot onto the first large stone followed by the left one.
“It’s fine,” he said moving swiftly along several more. “Come on, else you’ll have to walk back by yourself,” he yelled from the middle of the river.
“Why you…” Jenny thought what a pig he was but she didn’t have time to voice her opinion because shouting to her like that seemed to have disturbed his balance, either that or the river suddenly flowed more mightily - or perhaps a combination of both. In that split second Grant slipped from the rock and went head first into the Derwent.
Despite the fact that she was sure that he would have roared with laughter had it been her that came a cropper and that she was sure that he had only taken her there with the express purpose of fulfilling yet another fantasy, she didn’t laugh.
“Are you all right?” she shouted. “I told you the river was too high.”
She could see that he was standing in the river, the water at about just below chest height so he clearly hadn’t drowned. But there was no answer. He started wading towards her and in silence climbed out.
“You’ll get hypothermia if you stay in those clothes long,” she said.
“I’ll take them off as far as is commonly decent and we’ll walk as quickly as we can back to my transport,” he said. “I’m only parked half a mile away.”
Quick as a flash he removed every stitch of clothing except for his boxers. Jenny felt her insides starting to melt again at the sight of his near-naked body. He then replaced his sodden boots on his feet after removing his socks.
“Well, trust me to wish for Mr. Darcy in a wet shirt; my fairy Godmother clearly got confused and sent me the bloody naked rambler - a wet one at that - instead,” said Jenny removing her own Gore-Tex anorak. “Put this on, else you’ll freeze and I’ve got some baggy rain over-trousers in my rucksack that will be short but you should be able get them on because they’re elasticated and have poppers on the legs. You’ll look ridiculous, but less so than you do now and it might save you from arrest unlike the proper naked rambler.”
Finally she let out a loud raucous dirty laugh whilst helping Grant pack his wet stuff into their rucksacks.
“I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life! And I admit, you were right. The water level was too high. Sorry,” said Grant.
They rushed back to the village and were on the road where Grant said he was parked in less than twenty minutes. Funny thing was Jenny couldn’t see any cars parked there.
“Hope your day’s not about to get any worse,” she said.
“Why’s that?” grinned a shivering Grant. “On the contrary, I think it’s about to get a whole lot better. Madam, your carriage awaits….” he said while pointing to a red camper van, the make of which Jenny didn’t have a clue; but it did look several decades older than both of them.
“It even has curtains!” To Jenny this was the height of luxury compared to rocks on the moor. Grant delved into his rucksack and found his keys amongst the soggy thermal vests and opened his kingdom.
In they both jumped. Jenny surveyed the living area.
“Luckily I always carry some spare clothes, blankets and towels,” he said. “I’ll quickly get dried.” He removed his boots and Jenny’s coat and towelled himself off. “Then I reckon we can warm ourselves on the mattress under some blankets, don’t you?”
“Hey, before any funny business starts, m
ister, I want you to know that I don’t make a habit of getting into the back of vans with strangers.”
“After what happened up at North Lees we’re hardly strangers, and I did promise you we’d pleasure each other several times today, didn’t I?”
“Well it’s not exactly a babe pulling magnet is it? So perhaps I’ll be safe after all.”
“Oh don’t diss it yet madam. You haven’t seen the pièce de la résistance.” Jenny could just stand in the rear of the machine. Grant could in bare feet, but his head frequently dusted the roof. She started to giggle as he fiddled about with some seats in the rear living area. He flipped them over to make a bed and mattress of some sorts.
“There you go.” Then he shut the tiny curtains all around the inside of the van.
“Do you make a habit of bringing girls back here to have your wicked way with them?” said Jenny.
“No, I don’t. In fact, you’re the first. I usually use this old girl for trips with mates up to Scotland, Wales and occasionally Europe. But my other wheels are in the garage.”
There was a simple sincerity in his face that told her he was most likely being truthful.
“So, my most gorgeous angel, what do you reckon, shall we christen the van?” He moved in and planted a deep sensuous kiss on her lips, his tongue caressing her mouth gently. The kiss went on for an age but when they finally parted to take a breath she touched his forehead and then his neck and then started licking his earlobe.
Grant encircled her waist with his arms and pulled their lower bodies together. As he did this she felt the large bulge of his erection growing ever harder against her pubis through the material of her walking trousers. It was obvious that he was enjoying this just as much as she was. Jenny felt an inner heat rekindled within her again.
Grant kissed her again, another deep slow succulent kiss that left her gasping for air and they both moved over and sat on the bed. He set about removing her muddy boots and socks which he threw off with some abandon. He then moved his hand across to the button of her trousers and carefully unzipped and removed them. He slung them into the driving compartment. Jenny removed the rest of her clothes quickly. She so wanted him to see her naked for the first time and his reaction proved that she did not disappoint. He immediately stood up and she realised that his cock too was proudly standing to attention in the ill-fitting waterproof bottoms she had loaned him. She reached out and perhaps with slightly too much aggression pulled them down for him and he kicked them off. She was so turned on by his torso. Fine broad shoulders and a well-defined muscular chest -not a body-builder’s six pack but that of a guy’s honed by exercise and perhaps hard work.
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