The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 3

... teld ya that?' Tracey eyed him suspiciously, he had been a bit too forthright in his response. ‘I mean she didn’t seem like his type at all, his missus’ were a right shadow.'

‘Oh, he were packin’ though.’ Tracey smiled at him.

‘’Ow d’you know that?’

‘Bloody ‘ell, all ya’ need to do is look.’

‘Blokes don’t look at other blokes tackle!’

‘Well, maybe you should?’ laughed Tracey. She looked directly at Gary and sat back in her chair. ‘Did you two get up to any shaggin' Gary?' Tracy asked. She never minced her words.

He knew she had rumbled him. ‘What me and that John bloke, no, never really liked ‘im that much.' His witticism only bought him a few seconds of time.

‘You know who I mean’!

Gary looked pained, he squirmed and finally confessed. ‘A blow job. A bloody good one actually.'

‘Gary!’

‘What? She’s single, I’m single what’s t'problem?’

‘Don’t you listen to me Gary? She’s no bloody good! She could get on’t phone and have two bloody dozen of them posh rugby players scramblin’ over her front wall tryin’ to get to ‘er. What’s she seeing in you, yer great thick lump!’

Gary was rather offended by this wise council. ‘Ow d’you know I’m not in’t driving seat eh?’ he complained.

‘Gary, you might be able to drive a Ford Transit but that’s about it. I married t’clever ‘un.'

He had to admit the truth in this, Darren had done well at school and it was only his own influence that had led them both into petty crime. It had not only been Captain ...

... Barton who had persuaded them both to join the Sherwood Foresters, Darren saw the sense in it too, considering the alternative, and had prospered in the service, making sergeant while he had just managed to get his one chevron at lance corporal.

‘This kid has really bin’ making me think Gary.' She stared glumly at her shandy. ‘About t’stuff we used to get up to.'

‘That’s bloody years ago’ he said dismissively.

‘Is it? I’ve bin listenin’ to you for’t last month like we were fifteen again. I feel bloody stupid.’

He was at last beginning to agree with her. ‘It do make sense n'all Tracey, I mean we’ve all got good jobs now like. I just wanted a bit o’ fun.'

‘Aye, me too. But let’s call it a day eh? With this Barton woman.'

He wasn’t sure how much of a promise he made, nor how much he would keep but Tracey left the pub more reassured; before they went home to their own beds.

The next day, Saturday, he was at the Grange working on the next section of tiling. Samantha had greeted him when he arrived in the middle of the afternoon three hours before, but he had seen no sight or sound of her since. There was though, the movement of the upstairs curtain to show that he was being continually watched.

He had, naturally, removed his shirt and today there was more need to do so as the sun blazed down on a warm muggy day. As he worked on his hands and knees, Samantha Barton crept up on him. ‘I thought you might like some lemonade Gary’ she announced.

He started and ...