The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 4

‘Aye, Mrs…Samantha, I have.' What Gary had done, is refrained from sex.

‘That’s good, that’s good. Because I have as well. I want you to know that.' She lazily extended her arm and traced a firm line on the front of his crotch, touching his penis firmly. Gary reacted positively to this approach and puffed his chest as he took in a much needed breath of air.

‘Yer daughter, won’t she be…'

‘Spying on us?’ she moved closer so that her large breasts lightly glanced his well defined stomach muscles. ‘Oh, she’s a good girl really. She knows better than to do that.'

It was something Gary doubted but it excited him none the less. Mrs. Burton pressed her fingers into his chest and pushed away. ‘Come to the house when you have finished’ she suggested. Gary was more that happy to comply.

Samantha picked up her discarded bikini top and walked elegantly away, Glancing at him over her shoulder as she went, allowing a last sight of the side of her large exposed breasts jumping playfully.

Gary cleared his work away very, very quickly.

‘Oh, I forgot those didn’t I?,' Samantha greeted him five minutes later, still semi-nude. She seemed to have no scruples about her lack of attire as she whirred around the kitchen. ‘I can be so thoughtless sometimes, put them over there would you darling?'

Poor Gary put the wine and glasses on the granite worktop. He had found himself totally out of his depth when it came to the ocean like charms of this sophisticated woman. He had not ...

... heeded Tracey’s sage advice and his father’s warning had had no effect. He was a rowing boat, tossed on a stormy seam.

Mrs. Burton placed items of food in front of him that further intimidated him. ‘Do you like olives Gary?’

‘Aye, well, no, like. I’m not sure Mrs…Samantha' Prior to meeting her, the most exotic item he had ever eaten was a Chicken Kiev, even in far off places with the army he had never strayed from the cafeteria or his compo rations.

‘I find them very sensual, the flesh really gets the juices flowing.'

Gary expected a grape-like taste. His experienced was different and he bit hard into the stone.

‘Bugger!’ he exclaimed. ‘Sorry, for mi language.'

‘Oh, don’t worry Gary,' she sipped her wine. ‘You never know?’

It took a few seconds for the rusty cogs in Gary’s brain to mesh and turn. Eventually, he realised what she meant. Blimey, he thought.

Mrs. Burton obviously grew impatient with the carefully prepared snacks. ‘Oh, let’s forget all of this nonsense and go upstairs, what do you think Gary?'

The question was a redundant one, Samantha replaced the food tray in the refrigerator and dragged Gary toward the stairs as he frantically attempted to remove his boots.

In the bedroom Samantha complacency swung the door to, and guided him to the bed, tugging at his belt. She was behaving like a very horny vixen and her refined language began to suffer as a result. ‘Oh, God’! She exclaimed, I’ve been thinking about this fucking cock for a week. ...