1. The End Of The Drought


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

    afternoon had turned and they’d soon be settling down for another chilly night. The closest few deer started and stepped back a few paces smartly as she involuntarily shivered. The spell broken, she stood up and the whole herd moved away a few yards. Surely they saw enough people not to be so nervous? She’d use the loo in reception and then what? Her fingers closed over her car keys; she could be home in an hour and a half. Perhaps it was best. What had she fooled herself would happen? Pathetic, acting like a bloody teenager. She turned on her heel towards reception, the gravel crunching expensively beneath her boots. And the crows, or whatever they were, all took to the air together with a couple of clattering wood pigeons. Surely she hadn’t had that effect? Then she realised that there was a car swinging a little too quickly into the drive. She recognised him immediately. She wouldn't be driving anywhere that night, for better or worse. He couldn’t believe it: there she was. Oh Christ. Perhaps it would have been simpler all round if she’d given up… oh shut up you twat; she’s there. Waiting for you. And she’s just what you’d hoped. It’s her – she’s changed but somehow she’s just the same. Extreme anticipation temporarily pushed nerves aside. He was in a film and the script was going to play out regardless. It’s just that he had no idea what the script said. In the seconds before stopping next to her, he’d undertaken a rapid appraisal. Christ, she filled a pair of jeans ...
    nicely. Her winter jacket wasn’t exactly revealing but it couldn’t completely hide the promise of what appeared to be a very full bosom. Wonderful! Her smile – perhaps a little nervous? – was just as he remembered and her hair still had that lovely lustrous quality and body. It was grey now but that hardly mattered. He was alive now. In the space of a few seconds his hands had started to shake. Thankfully, he had a steering wheel to hang on to. He wanted her right there and then but he was riddled with uncertainty. At least his dick seemed to have reconnected itself at last. They said “Hiya” together and laughed. In an effort to retain some practicality, he suggested that he should park his car. Did she want to hop in? No thanks. She wanted a last few seconds on her own, the short walk would do her good. She watched as the brake lights went out and the engine was silenced. He reached behind himself for a jacket and stepped out of the car. She was in no rush. She wanted a first impression of what had dragged her from hearth and home on this increasingly chilly night. That first impression was largely favourable. He wasn’t his former reasonably skinny self and, from this distance, he looked bald. That wasn’t true. She knew he kept his grey hair very short. No moustache now, though. Funny how that memory of him had stuck all these years. He looked as if he’d kept himself fit but she realised with a start that this was a guy in his sixties. Hell, he was an older man back then and he ...
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