The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 2

... both in each other’s arms. ‘I’ve never…' began Gary.

Samantha twisted his chest hair gently. ‘Go on …' she encouraged him.

‘I never expected anything like that.' He confessed.

‘'that’s because you’ve never known. That’s all.' He thought about this for a while.

‘How many people do, can’t be many?'

‘If you are in love with someone and have a mind to experiment, you find out. Have you never been in love Gary?'

This was a question he had never been asked in his entire life. ‘No, I haven’t.' He confessed

Thirty minutes after that and the newly formed pair of lovers were still entwined. ‘I’m going to be away for the next three days Gary, looking at more Schools. Will you save yourself for me, please?'

‘Aye, I will. But now, don’t you want sommat in return, like.'

She smiled. ‘I was pleasuring myself all morning thinking of you Gary. I’m quite satisfied.'

‘Oh, right’ he replied. For a reason he couldn’t explain he was disappointed.

He drove home; he really had to leave. To have not had his van parked in front of his own house overnight would have set the village into a frenzy of talk and old Wilf would have made it known to all where he was. Gary felt a perverse mixture of elation and guilt from his evening with Samantha Barton. He had exposed to himself his own stupidity, had been humiliated and had bathed in her generosity. It left him both thoughtful and apprehensive for the future. But at least he had decided. He would not steal from Mrs. Barton.