3 A Dairy conversion Part 2 - Sex Stories

3 A Dairy conversion Part 2

3 A Dairy conversion Part 2 Monday arrived and off to work we both went, neither of us wanted to make the call to the agent saying we couldn’t take the place, it was Thursday tea time before we decided that Ann would do the deed the next day. They say if you want to make god laugh tell him your plans, our plans came tumbling down that night when my job, that seemed so long term, vanished in a smoke cloud, the main building burning to the ground. We staff arrived at work the next day to find that other than a week or two`s work, clearing the site of salvage then we would all be redundant. We found our boss, an elderly chap; had not the heart to begin again so was taking the insurance money and retiring. I rang Ann “don’t tell the agent anything girl we will talk tonight” I said “things are changing!” We were in the agent`s office in Rye by dinnertime on the Saturday, putting in an offer, we put our own home on the market, knowing it would be snapped up as Eastbourne area is one of those places that people want to play smallholders but still have all the facilities of the coast`s best town. By the end of that month we were the owners of “the homestead”, our home was under offer and we were packing to move out, our dairy was to be the last place we would move. Before we moved surprisingly we were to have one more adventure, as it happened with a holiday making young man who we met on the beach near the pier. It was the perfect time for Ann to sl**p with a third party we thought, ...

... as if we didn’t want to progress with the scenario and he was to come back looking for us again we would have moved on. Ann began chatting to the young fellow, who had asked about directions to the redoubt, a castle style effort further along the beach. He realised he was on a winner and quickly lost all interest in the redoubt when Ann began getting ready for a swim and the young fellow saw the red stripes from the previous nights whipping across her ample butt. Inside an hour he was caught in her web, she introduced me as her master and talked of her love of the whip. All his fantasy`s passed before his eyes at once, he was from Coventry he said, staying in one of the seafront hotels for a day or two on his own. It was obvious he wanted to play but Ann kept him waiting all afternoon making certain of his background and the like, He told us he was just 23; and a car worker, he stood 5 ft 6 inches of stocky build and blonde hair. His name was Sam. Finally I invited him back to the house for a meal as the sun began to fall from the sky. We journeyed home using the long way round to cause a little confusion. After the 30 minute journey by now our disoriented guest, having no idea where he was, actually just half a mile from his hotel, we arrived in the gathering twilight pulling up at our front door. We soon had a light meal, and spent a while sitting drinking though I could see he was very aroused having been verbally teased by Ann for the last few hours. Things needed moving ...