The Holiday Farm - Sex Stories

The Holiday Farm

I was tired. It had been a long and frenetic couple of weeks and I knew I was losing it at work. I had very nearly blown a major contract I was reviewing and John, my boss, had started to look at me over the tops of his glasses in that way. I needed a break and I needed it badly. I could think of only one place to go and that was Rick and Georgina’s farm down in the Midlands, near Himeville. Although they had been family friends for years, I had not spent much time there over the past three or four years so it felt a bit strange to think of visiting again. They ran an enormous dairy farm, but also had a couple of cottages which they opened up to paying guests for periods from a weekend to a couple of weeks. Add to this they were one of the few families in my parent’s circle who did not judge me for my sexuality or for any other reason for that matter. I knew when I phoned Rick he would insist on not charging me, but that was not the point. I needed the “me” time and I needed to be out of 3G, 4G, Wi-Fi, mobile and all other types of communication range. The problem was… I needed to wake up next to somebody, to have my senses electrified by her presence; to feel her warm sleep-breath in my neck and to hear her even breathing as I lay awake through half the night as was my wont until I had relaxed. Melissa or Missy, as she generally referred to, was a little younger than me but from the very beginning we had got on very well. We hadn’t really dated but we had spent time ...

... together and those times we had shared, had been deliciously exciting with always the underlying hint of mutual sexual desire. Neither of us had overtly expressed anything, but I had the feeling that this was just the girl I needed to be with. She’s loving, intensely feminine, outwardly a little shy, but always with the suggestion of deeper mischief lying not too far beneath the surface. Thursday afternoon and my mind is made up. My plans, such as they were, crystallising nicely in my mind, so there was nothing for it but to break the news firstly to John, and then call Missy. “John, I need a couple days off. I know it’s short…” “Sarah if you hadn’t called me first I was about to call you. Take a week and I will see you next Monday.” Wow! That was easy enough. Of course my mind immediately conjured up all sorts of fears that maybe he was so pissed off he was getting rid of me so I called again. “John, are you sure, there’s nothing wrong is there?” “No Sarah, it’s been a really shite time and as soon as you are back I am going to take a couple days myself. Go off to the Midlands and unwind – don’t you have friends with a farm there or something?” Well that was it, I was out of there. I called Missy; after the second ring. “Hey sexy how are you,” was her chirpy answer. “Missy, I am good but desperate for some time off, some girl time. I know it is short notice but can you get away for a week and join me at a friend’s Guest Farm in the Midlands? It’s not far from Himeville on the old ...