The Holiday Farm - Sex Stories

The Holiday Farm

... share a bed with for a week. We unpacked and then stepped hand in hand out of the cottage to walk down to the water’s edge and watch the sun set. It was a glorious early evening with the crickets starting to chirp and the raucous call of the Francolins heading for their nests. A flock of Egyptian Geese flew overhead as we settled onto the lawn. A little way off we saw the other family settling in with their sundowners to enjoy the approaching evening. It looked like Mum and Dad plus daughter; she had below shoulder-length hair and looked to be in her late teens. We waved politely across the lawn as the parents settled in and the girl walked down to the water’s edge. Missy was strangely quiet, so I looked around to see if all was okay. She had a dreamy look in her eyes as she stared enraptured at the girl and involuntarily licked her lips. After a light supper of pate, cheese, salads and bread from the farm washed down with some wine we had brought with us, we were ready for bed. I delighted in watching Missy coyly undressing before heading to the shower, returning a short while later wearing a tank top and matching panties. I stood momentarily transfixed staring at her lithe young figure, nipples poking provocatively at the cotton of her top. After I had finished in the bathroom, I returned to find her already snuggled up in bed looking a bit nervous but warmly inviting. It was glorious to slip into bed next to her and take her in my arms. We lay there a while just staring ...

... at each other, smiling shyly but enjoying our intimacy. Much as I wanted this beautiful girl of my seemingly endless fantasies and indulgent self-pleasure, I knew it was not time; a thought confirmed to me when she kissed me gently and rolled over into a comfortable spooning position. Saturday morning . I woke with a start, momentarily forgetting where I was. I was alone and all that there was to remind me of the peace of the previous evening was the lingering scent of my beautiful Missy. Goodness, did I just think of her as “My beautiful…?” Am I showing possession already? It took me a while to get my bearings and mentally sort out all the unfamiliar sounds and smells. Girls giggling, fresh coffee, a shampoo scent, maybe patchouli and the call of unfamiliar birds I wouldn’t hear in the city. I looked at my watch and was amazed to see it was already 09.30. I had slept for eleven hours. Disorientated, I got out of bed and after a pee, splashing some cold water on my face and cleaning my teeth, walked out through the front door to stand gazing at the glorious day. There at the water’s edge was Missy and “the girl.” I watched for a moment in voyeuristic fascination. They were giggling, hands touching, looking into each other’s eyes and bending to look at who knows what in the shallows of the lake. It was at once beautiful, innocent, and flirtatious. In spite of myself, I couldn’t get from my mind the thought that Missy was with me and here she was wooing another. I went back ...