1. The End Of The Drought


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: reliefworker69, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    from Bristol who’d now moved to Derby with her new husband. Job done. With an accompanying menu of doubts and guilts. What was she thinking of? She was nowhere near Derby but in the grounds of a country hotel barely fifty miles from home, waiting to discover whether you could put flesh back onto a ghost or whether they’re best laid to rest forever. Meanwhile, he was relieved that he had the urgency over the last few miles of his journey to distract him from the bigger picture. That had been an agonising 30 minutes sat stationary near Catterick whilst the emergency services had cleared a jack-knifed truck from the A1(M). Just how many pallets of frozen chickens does it take to bring a dual carriageway to a standstill? And now he was late. Not the end of the world but he hated the thought of her having to wait for him. It was meant to be the other way around. He’d telephoned her, obviously, but he was still driving too fast now, concentrating hard and pushing everything else to the back of his mind. And there was plenty to push. He didn’t feel guilty particularly but he was aware that he was swimming in the deep end this time; this wasn’t just a brief messing about for her. It was high stakes stuff. And it wouldn’t be leading anywhere anyway: that much he already acknowledged. This was a mutual itch that they’d both concluded needed scratching. As much as anything he was nervous. Would the evening even get off to any kind of start at al? Would even sensible conversation be ...
    choked off by a suffocation of politeness, guilt, awkwardness and an unwillingness on both parts to commit to even the most modest of first steps? He asked himself, would he be any good when…? The usual twin fears stalked him: would he even rise sufficiently to the occasion amidst all the emotional background clutter and, if he did, would he be so excited that it would all be over before it had properly got under way? Certainly the evidence for the first fear was there. He comforted himself that his current absence of any erection could be put down to his concentration and irritation. As for the second... well, he wasn’t in his teens any more and the infrequent recent experience suggested that he had little to fear on that score. But still he worried. With every passing minute he also feared that she would think twice and the next he’d hear would be a heartfelt apology on the mobile phone as she slid back behind her steering wheel to head home. For Christsake, how slowly can this wanker in front drive? Get a fucking move on! She smiled at the realisation she was getting cold feet. It may be sunny but late afternoon in February in County Durham is hardly tropical. She’d need to move soon just to restore feeling to her extremities. The deer were just the other side of the wall now, so close she could hear them feeding on the soft grass. The crows, or maybe they were jackdaws – she was never much good at all that - were still making a racket in the trees behind her. But the ...
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