The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 7

... and level, but, aye, err… done.’

She moved forward in the doorway so that one more step would have exposed her nakedness to the entire work team. ‘Yes, please do, and don’t forget to come up to the house, Hmm?’ she stroked the outside of her large round breast. ‘Rachel and I have just one opportunity to learn from you before we...go away.’

‘Aye, Mrs…Samantha..’ Gary was firmly of the opinion that all education was purely on his side.

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The next morning Gary and his team were at lunch at the cafe in town after a hard morning on the deep end tilework. Jake the apprentice showed his progression within the team by initiating a conversation. ‘Eh Gazza, why are you off to Portugal by yer sen?’

‘Who say’s I’m off there by me’sen?’

‘Aye,’ Paul contributed, ‘he’ll be picking up some “senior-ita” on't beach.’ The spoonerism was intended and raised laughs.

‘Will they be any different, them foreign birds, Gazza?’ asked Wayne.

‘Likely I’ll have to learn “I’ve got a big knob” in “portu geese”. But I’ll be drownin’ in ‘em Wayno.’

‘You’ll be bringing all manner o’ them foreign diseases back Gaz,’ Paul warned. ‘our nip came back with a green bell end, so he said.’

‘Our uncle Ted, right, ' said Jake in his young high pitched voice, ‘said that some of the lasses have got tackle.’

‘True,' confirmed Gary. ‘Some of them Hong Kong’ers were “he me she me’s”, it weren’t till yer were being hauled off em by yer mates that you got to know.‘ he shuddered.

‘I’d ...

... never get caught out me, ' Wayne said confidently, ‘They’ll have beards and that.’

‘Thing is though, they wear loads ’a make up ‘n dresses with high collars, and most t’lasses ain’t got much in’t way o’ knocker anyway.’

‘Not like Mrs. Barton.’ Said Jake.

‘Eh, young lads got he’s eyes out for some elder crumpet.‘ replied Paul.

So the day went, hard work followed by excited speculation over Gary’s impending holiday. Come the end of the day, it was not without a little trepidation that Gary removed the ground sheets from the swimming pool at the Grange for the last time. The team had done an excellent job the day before. It seemed that this part of his duty had been complete. Maybe, he could extricate himself from the other. The one that was destroying him.

Samantha Barton opened the door to him. Fully clothed this time, but her breasts were obviously unprotected from gravity and jostled together eagerly. ‘Gary I hope there is nothing amiss with the pool? We would like to use it tomorrow, before we leave.’

Gary averted his eyes long enough from the straining buttons on Samantha’s blouse to delivery his reply.

‘Aye, everything has set, you can use it now if yer want.’

‘Thank you Gary for all of your hard work, but I have more pressing concerns right now.’

‘Oh aye, Mrs…. Samantha, what’s up?’

‘Its that silly, silly daughter of mine. She is being sent home from school today for being inappropriately dressed. Can you believe such a thing?’

Gary could ...