3 A Dairy conversion Part 2 - Sex Stories

3 A Dairy conversion Part 2

... sat sexually exhausted in the warm glow of a good meal and a log fire and discussed the weekend none of us having the desire for more major excitement; Sam said it was “Awesome,” whatever that meant. Anne said she had loved the written menu, and she thought that was a good idea, we all agreed, though Sam said he was sorry that she had not thought of high necked jumpers for work! We had to smile at that, He asked about the humiliation aspect of `the egg` to which Ann Replied that she did not want to do anything like that again in a place she could be recognised, (I noticed she didn`t say anywhere though). She had thoroughly enjoyed the helplessness and the vibrations at the table and had revelled in the way we had used her breasts till we were sated regardless of her needs. We could have done a lot more had Monday`s work not been a factor. We both made a mental note of that, it would not happen again. She asked how we had enjoyed the afternoon, saying that she felt it was only fair considering how we used her body, and though we agreed we pointed out that she could have got carried away so easily to which she smiled. We wrote down our e mail addresses and showed Sam how to enter the wonderful realm of Hamster. He asked if he could return soon to visit, which we said he was welcome to do but to give us time to recover and to talk on the mail frequently. We each decided to trot off to bed as we were fairly tired, Sam asking like a gentleman and with my permission whisking my ...

... Ann away for a night of gentle caresses and quiet loving sex. Ann now with a spring in her step returned Sam to the station as she went to work on the Monday morning, a tired young man who would get back in good time to start his evening shift. Life for Ann and I fell back to the mundane for a week or two, Christmas came and her widowed mother came too, her first visit since we had moved. The old bat poked her nose into every crevice as nosy old women do, however to our relief she believed that the “garage” was an extension of my workshop out back, and as that was locked she left it be. I had a horrible premonition that if she liked the place she would ask to live with us, and that was the worst scenario that I could possibly imagine, so I stressed subtlety, the remoteness and as I knew she hated dogs that we hoped to build kennels. She chatted from dawn to dusk about the most inane f****y trivia, for a whole week and it was a relief when the place fell silent as she went back to her Essex home after the festivities, saying, to my relief (and I suspect Ann`s ) that she thought the remoteness to be a bore. Sam meanwhile had taken to Hamster like a dog to a bone; we had had numerous mails, one saying how much he had enjoyed his visit. Another to say he now understood riding the horse, and a third that he wanted to hear all about Ann`s side of the anthill, he said he had no holiday to come until March but could he visit then as it was his birthday in the first few days of April, ...