The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 2

... close to him, quite unaware of Gary’s space.

‘Aye,' he replied, ‘I’ll never say no.' She handed him the glass and offered hers for an awkward clink.

‘We have been looking at a couple of schools for Rachel today. I must say it is harder work that I expected.'

Gary had a different idea of hard work but deferred to politeness. ‘I guess it is, all that driving and talkin’ and form filling.'

Samantha Barton realised her odd miss-application of words and blushed. Gary, though hard bitten, was rather enchanted that such a vulnerability was now apparent.

‘You are looking different today Mrs. Barton, is it your hair,' He asked?

Samantha’s colour deepened further. ‘Yes, she shyly replied, ‘I seem to have got into habits recently, I thought a change might help.'

’It does that,' replied Gary brusquely. It was now his turn to be bashful. ‘Sorry Mrs. Barton, I meant to say a change does help.'

Samantha gave an expression that signified that she was charmed by Gary’s awkwardness. They, without realizing, had inched closer to each other.

‘The girl I go to in town, Susie, she was so excited by it, she said she had hoped for years that I would be “more natural”. It does make me nervous though. Like I am a little naked.'

Gary looked around in apparent discomfort, though it was more to stop a growing arousal. He failed when his eyes again alighted on Samantha’s face, whose own focused on him intently.

‘I am keeping you from your work, you must be in a hurry to ...

... finish today with the light going. Keep your glass. Bring it up to the house, before you go.'

‘Aye Mrs. Barton.' replied Gary as she turned and walked away, treating him again to the perfect symmetry of her mobile backside. ‘What the bloody hell happened there?' he thought to himself. He had fully expected any emotion generated by Samantha Barton to be focused solely on his genitals. This odd flushy feeling was definitely unexpected, and unwelcome.

The light did fade and by eight he had cleared away his tools, replaced his shirt and laid the ground sheets, keeping the bare concrete clean and dry for the next day. He walked back to the house carrying his empty glass and tapped lightly on the French windows. Mrs. Barton answered with a soft smile, ‘Bring it through, oh, don’t worry about your boots, it’s not that kind of house.'

‘It is a grand house,' noted Gary.

‘It is, we worked hard to make it what we wanted, my husband and I,' she leant on the kitchen worktop throwing her shape to her front, ‘you knew him, so I understand.'

This surprised Gary and he showed it. ‘How did you…'

‘Oh, my mother is worse than any of the gossips in the village I can tell you. And she never forgets.'

It was an moment of his life that he didn’t expect to recount with Samantha Barton. ‘Well, I got into trouble when I were leaving school, like, and Captain Barton helped me out, like, saw me straight. Got me into the army you see.'

‘He was generous.'

‘He was.'

‘He was much ...