The Holiday Farm - Sex Stories

The Holiday Farm

... Sani Pass road but we can go in my old SUV, so the state of the roads will not be a bother.” After a little flirting and sexy innuendo she promised to call back after she had cleared it with her boss and her Mum Friday morning . It was 08.00 and we were on the road. I was wearing my stock-standard “farm gear”; khaki shorts, powder blue polo shirt and old scuffed boots while Missy was somewhat more feminine in cut-off denim shorts and a white blouse with sandals. I could see under her blouse the hint of a white bra with little pink flower print which I just couldn’t wait to see lying on the floor of our cottage, in front of the fireplace. After a lunch in Nottingham Road, we took the old gravel road which goes deep into tribal land but runs along the foothills of the mighty Drakensburg range before joining up with the Loteni Road, which eventually intersects with the Sami Pass Road, our destination. Although only around 130 km it’s a gruelling two hour route often traversing stretches of deep mud and endless potholes, but it has got to be the most scenic and beautiful route to enjoy the magnificence of the mountains and the rolling farmlands. Mid-afternoon and seven and half hours on the road later, we turned onto the farm track. It had rained the day before so we were pleased to have the four wheel drive. Rick and Georgina seemed to have been waiting for us because I’d barely switched off the engine when we were faced first by three large Ridgeback dogs followed by Rick and ...

... Georgina and Njabula the old Zulu housekeeper who had been on the farm since her mother had worked for Rick’s father. When I was a baby she had carried me on her back and later as I got older played with me, teaching the old Zulu legends and introducing me gently to her traditions. I loved them all. After introducing everybody to Missy we were shown to our little cottage which was hidden in a grove of ancient oak trees and no more than thirty metres from the farm lake, which must have been all of twenty acres in extent. Apart from being unbelievably beautiful and well stocked with bass, it provided irrigation as well as water for the household. Along the way to the cottage we were cautioned that there was another family staying for the week in one of the other cottages, but they were some distance off so would not bother us. The interior of the thatched cottage was old world comfortable simplicity; a little kitchenette, a table with two chairs and a couple of old leather arm chairs. Off to one side a door led to the bedroom which was dominated by an enormous bed covered by a duck down duvet and a couple of cured cow hides on the polished screed floor. There was a little ensuite shower, so life looked perfect for the next few days. Already I could feel the stresses lifting like angels wings from my shoulders. Missy was all big-eyed giggles as I don’t think she had really thought through the idea of being in a strange place with a girl she had not even dated but was about to ...