The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 2

... loved.'

‘Aye, by his lads n’all.'

The pair was silent for a while before Mrs. Barton spoke. ‘I’m about to open a bottle of Chablis, care to join me?' She offered.

‘S’that wine?' Asked Gary. ‘I don’t know that much about it to be honest.'

Samantha approached him playfully and stuck out her chin. ‘Then let me be your guide.'

Gary had rarely had such a conversation with a woman. Samantha was lovely company. She listened, lightly challenged his meagre intelligence and found his army tales fascinating. As the wine level descended in the bottle, so her physical attitude became more appealing, unknowingly playing with the buttons on her blouse or pulling her shoulders back when she laughed at his stories. Gary had lost himself in the evening.

‘Oh, she suddenly announced rather drunkenly, ‘I have some snacks somewhere,’ she walked over to a cupboard. ‘They are up here, I try to keep them away from the little madam, move the stool over would you?' Gary did as he was bid and was treated to a flash of pale blue underwear as an inebriated Samantha rummaged around in a high shelf. She emerged with two packets of bread sticks. Nourishment with which Gary was unfamiliar. Moving from the stool to the fridge she bent down to retrieve a set of savoury dips, again paying no regard to her revealing posture. ‘Mmm, yes, these will do just nicely,' she cooed, ‘Top up?'

‘Aye, lovely thanks,' he replied, anxiously watching what Mrs. Barton might do with this exotic foodstuff. ...

... The first stick was broken in two and, after removing the top cellophane cover of the dips, Mrs. Barton considered each one in turn.

‘Lets try the salsa.' she decided. The stick went in and came out liberally covered in the tomato like sauce which was crunched between her teeth. ‘Oh, that’s so nice.'

Gary had seen enough to try without committing too great a social error. He did the same. ‘Whoa!' he was surprised by the flavour. Cold, but not cold. And spicy.

‘I knew you’d like it. Try this one.' She pointed to a coarse yellow-grey concoction and Gary dipped and bit. He scrunched his nose.

Samantha Barton laughed. ‘Hummus, that one takes some liking.' She perused the choices in front of her. ‘I’ll…Try…this one.' She dipped her stick into a white sauce with little green flakes, however rather than biting it , drew it past her lips drawing the white fluid into her mouth. As the bread stick emerged she closed her eyes, licked the front of her top lip and hummed. ‘Mmm, that is so good.' She declared.

Gary’s gentleman’s area had been tingling for some time. It now began activation.

‘Try some Gary.' She noticed his apprehension and giggled. ‘It’s only dill pickle you silly sausage.'

‘Aye, alright then.' He dipped his stick in the pickle and it appeared with a thick covering.

‘Wait,' interrupted Samantha, ‘I’ll have that,' and she moved her head forward and opened her lovely mouth, signifying to Gary where he should place his morsel of food. She greeted it with ...