The Dare Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

The Dare Ch. 02

... her ear.

"Your right, but I'm still horny," she replied.

"Well, go and wake Don, as you have just woken me." I pushed her up and out towards the door, then threw the dressing gown at her.

She leaned in and blew me a brief kiss, then slipped onto the damp grass before slipping on her dressing gown and hurried off.

I hurriedly got myself up, and without making the bed or having breakfast, I put away some loose items and drove off. I had intended to visit a couple more places that day, but I drove straight home, as I wanted to get in front of my computer and put down as much of the wonderful adventure that had just happened.

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That should be the end of the story, and I thought it would have been. But two days later, I saw their motorhome come to a standstill at the bottom of my drive. It was early on a Monday morning, and I felt a decided rush of pleasure as Hazel walked up the drive towards me. She was wearing a short green skirt and a loose light green blouse, and I was sure she was not wearing a bra. Don was with her, but I must admit, I hardly noticed him.

'Fuck!' I thought, 'I can't be this lucky again.' I guided them into my lounge and then asked what their plans were. They had driven through to Hatfields Beach late the night before and slept there.

Hatfields is only about twenty minutes from my place, hence their arriving so early in the morning. They informed me that they both started back at work on Wednesday and so had to be home in ...

... Wellington the following night. They wondered about staying the night with me, then driving back to Wellington all day Tuesday.

"Not a good idea, a huge trip to do in one day and added to that, the traffic from here into the city on any weekday morning is horrendous. You need to leave here around 4:00 this afternoon and drive to somewhere like Cambridge. It's a beautiful place, and although you will still need to be away early, you will have a much more pleasant drive down to Wellington from there."

Don replied that they had stayed in Cambridge on the way up, so yes, that it was a much better idea.

"Right," I said, "We have a few hours, so I'm going to show you a couple of places out on the peninsula." Hazel gave a disappointed look. She was obviously after a bit of action. But she needn't have worried; I had a fantasy I'd wanted to play out for a long time, and I'm sure she would be pretty happy with what I had planned.

I grabbed a few items I had for a picnic: cutlery, breadboard, a blanket, and some food, but I needed to call in at a supermarket to get more food and drink. I hustled them into my car, but at the bottom of the drive, Hazel made me stop and let her out to grab some things of her own from their motorhome. She came back to the car, holding a large beach bag.

As we headed off to Shakespeare Park, I marvelled at my good luck; it was a beautiful day, pleasantly warm, the sky clear and blue, and the trees even seemed much greener than usual. We passed a man ...