The Holiday Farm - Sex Stories

The Holiday Farm

... inside and poured a coffee before walking out again, across the little veranda and down to the water’s edge to join them. Before I arrived they saw me and both came running to greet me; laughing, exuberant and clearly as pleased to see me as I could have hoped. Missy threw her arms around me and kissed me lovingly leaving “the girl” looking a little bemused but not in the least embarrassed or surprised. How could I have doubted this lovely girl who in spite of weeks of little more than getting to know each other had in the past twenty four hours crept into my heart and my imagination? “Sarah this is Heather. She’s here with her parents but they have gone trout fishing on a neighbouring farm, so I’ve invited her to spend the day with us. Please don’t be mad.” The words tumbled from her and in the moment I loved her. Heather smiling, looked into my eyes and said, “I don’t mind that you are gay. My friend Becky says she is but I know she isn’t really because she hasn’t even kissed a girl and I have. I kissed Missy this morning.” Wow! My mind was a blur; information overload. Missy and Heather had kissed… Missy giggling, play slapped Heather’s arm and reassured me that they “hadn’t kissed, kissed,” they had simply kissed in greeting as friends do. I was still confused but happy to go along with things for now although I could sense there was to be no gentle relaxation. This seemed more like twenty four volt energy overload to me. With some surprise I realised I was still wearing ...

... no more than my panties and the tee I slept in. Nobody seemed to mind, so I left that thought and we all three sat on the grass and slowly settled into a relaxed state of chatter and simply enjoying the morning. My mind was wandering momentarily back to that contract when I was jerked from my reverie by Missy. “Missy to Sarah, come in please; Missy to Sarah are you with us,” followed by giggling. “Sarah, Heather wants to know if you like to skinny dip or sunbathe nude”. I nearly swallowed my coffee mug but the girls were giggling mischievously, clearly enjoying the fact they had caught me day dreaming, albeit over work. The fact is between my thoughts of work I had been looking at the lake and wandering what it would be like to go for a long, naked swim and then lay in the sun to dry off. I don’t know if the girls were serious or not but rather than risk losing my nerve by talking to them, I stood up, took off my tee and panties, and walked to the water without looking back. There was silence behind me as I stepped carefully into the shallows, walked out a little until and started to swim. The water was cold as I got further out into the lake, but it suddenly felt glorious with the sun burning down on my naked back as I swam a good, but far from professional, crawl stroke. I was about seventy five metres from the edge before I stopped and treading water, turned to look for Missy and Heather. They were both just standing there, silently staring after me. Strangely I thought it ...