Notes

It had been a good day and she had sold quite a few of her artworks and framed photos at the little gallery in the Borders.
As she drove back to her hometown she noticed all the lambs and daffodils. This is always a great time of year she thought.
Distracted by the lovely scenery, she very nearly took a wrong turn, remembering just in time that she wasn't at home this weekend and had agreed to house-sit for her friend's cat whilst they were away.

The cat-sitting duties could actually have been done with a couple of visits each day to feed and water, as it wasn't that far from where she lived, but she had decided to make the most of the chance of two nights entirely on her own somewhere different, with a couple of books, a nice bottle of whisky, the tv remote, plus they had the largest bath!
She unlocked the doors and made her way inside then kicked off her shoes and settled on the couch waiting for the kettle to boil, then scrolled her phone for a bit and then sent friends a couple of instagram messages to let them know about her day.
She sent one saying "thanks for driving down this morning. Remember to collect your purchase" then, mischievously
"remember to claim your free promotional hug also"
He had driven down and spent half an hour there, including, in full view of three or four elderly customers, brushing a non-existant hair off her sweater dress. The back of his hand brushing over her nipple through her sweater-dress. A rather obvious basic flirting move but it made her smile anyway.

His reply pinged back 10 minutes later "it will have to be tomorrow or next week?"


"tomorrow is good" she replied "ok midday? I'll message when I'm on my way"
"good" she replied, before suddenly remembering "I'm actually not at home. I'm at Maple Cottage, up the farm track up past the Falls"


"I think I know it. I'll find it. ok" came the reply.

He obviously couldn't find it that easily, as he was 15 minutes late when he knocked on the door.


"come in" she said, giving him a welcome hug then ushering him through to the lounge which had great views over the fields to the town in the distance.
Spires silhouetted against the Spring sky.
"I've just realised that the one you bought is still at the Gallery!" she admitted. "sorry. I messaged to tell you but you must have already left".

"thats ok" he said "I've a few hours to kill. Never been out here. It's quite secluded and quiet"
"yes it's lovely. Just some self-indulgent quiet time and chilling. Nice views.
Well I've actually just spent the last 15 minutes eatin gmy breakfast and watching two rabbits fucking outside the patio door" she laughed.

He smiled.


"Excuse the duvet and the pillow. I just slept on this huge couch here. Didn't want to use their bed. Fell into a nice sleep after my whisky and a romantic movie."
"do you mean porn?" he joked.
"typical male response" she sighed. "I don't need porn. Plus I've got my own rabbit and 'other things' in that little bag at the end of the couch" she teased.
"may I see?" he asked "NO you may not!" she rebuked with a laugh.

"may I ask what you were thinking of when, you know, you were playing with your toys?" he enquired

"are you asking me if I was thinking of you at any point?" she replied. She really hadn't been, but thought he might like to hear otherwise so she lowered her voice and whispered "actually I was. Is that bad?"

He raised an eyebrow and smiled, not entirely convinced. She half-expected the obvious follow-up question of "so tell me about it" but he said nothing.

She sat on couch cross legged at one end facing him whilst he sat at the other with his tea.
"so where have your own thoughts been going then these days?" she asked, mischievously.

"my sexual thoughts?" he replied
"Yes"
"hmm you want the truth on that?" he asked jokingly.
"of course"
"Ok well . . . . when I wake up with morning wood each day you often are first person to pop into mind"
"tell me more" she asked "do you act on it?"
"usually just casual touches and maybe a couple of slow but firmer-held strokes for a few minutes or so while I run through some fantasies as I wake. You know that half-awake zone"

She nodded. Shifting her leg a little. He could now see a decent amount of her bare thigh from where he was sitting and wondered if it was deliberate.
"If i'm particularly aroused I might finish things off in the shower. But it varies".

She was now imagining his big soapy hands on his shaft in the shower, but was actually more enjoying the idea that he was thinking of her.
"but what's your go-to fantasy?" she asked and smiled, leaning forward to place her hand on his thigh to break the ice and encourage more detail.
She quickly removed her hand and sat back agin, restoring the platonic gap between them.

"well" he said."there's no go-to fantasy as such. I have a few I suppose and I like making them up. But there was that tale you once told of the time you were in stockings in the hotel room and you were not getting attention as he was looking at his ipad or book or something?"
She nodded.
"plus the time you told me what the bolsters they give you in hotel bedrooms are best used for".
She smiled and nodded again.
"well this morning I combined these two, maybe because I knew I was seeing you today. You were already in mind." he smiled

"I imagined you in nothing but stockings over the bolster and I'm on top driving in hard, balls-deep and you pushing back in rhythm to meet my thrusts and he is there and having to watch. Is that bad?"
She laughed "haha no not bad, but a little bit weird maybe"

"the fantasies vary. Sometimes he isn't there and it's just the bolster and the stockings or a sweater dress or nothing at all.
I still can't understand how an ipad wins when a gorgeous woman is there in stockings. I'd have you on your back on the bed and the stocking legs over my shoulders and be eating you out like crazy" he laughed.

"haha. calm down!" she laughed "maybe you're just a pervert"
"well you did ask" he said.
She smiled "yes I did ask" she replied. She now had more than half a notion to show him the toys she had enjoyed last night after her movie, but decided against it.
She really wasn't sure what mood she was in.

"and I suppose just 'asking' is how we learn" she mused.
"There should be a standard multiple choice questionnaire" he added.
She laughed "youre so analytical! Where's the random art and sensuality? You can't reduce everything to a flow chart questionanire"

He laughed "ok fair point".
"So what are the multiple choice questions on your clipboard mister?"
"Oh I don't know" he replied
"let me think. Well maybe
A - are you a little wet or
B - absolutely soaking?"

She leaned over, putting her hand on his thigh and whispering softly in his ear "right now that's a B"

He smiled and said "ok how about
A - I'm really pretty shy about sexual desires. Or
B - you've no idea how dirty I can be."

She leaned over again to whisper softly in his ear "B again".
But this time added "but you've REALLY no idea how dirty I can be" lettng the hand on his thigh stray close to his crotch.

Her phone then buzzed and she stretched and reached round to pick it up off the little coffee table, giving him a very good view of exposed bare leg and inner thigh as her sweater-dress rode up.

He stood up slowly, wondering if maybe he had now over-stayed his visit and the text meant she had other plans.
He smiled and said "well thanks for the tea" he said. "I'm wondering if I should maybe get going and leave you to your day. When suits to collect the drawing?"
"oh i'm not sure. I'll just message you when I've got it" she replied. Standing up also.
She noticed that the bulge in his jeans was now definitely bigger than when he arrived, and wondered if her teasing or asking him to explain his 'morning thoughts' had resulted in him turning himself on.

"a quick hug before you go?" she asked. Hoping to maybe feel it against her "and since you've been good I may add a kiss too, to help fuel tomorrow's morning thought" she laughed.

"and maybe a little smoochy one and not just a little peck on the cheek" she said "but we dont want the frisky rabbits to see" she laughed, and walked over to draw the lounge curtains.

The room was much dimmer now with just a little Spring sunshine flickering in at the edge to dapple dim light shapes on the rug.

She walked back to him and put her arms around his neck and said "thank you for your purchase sir" and hugged him then kissed him once on the mouth.

Feeling his body warmth from the hug through her sweater dress. Another small kiss followed and then another longer one until the fifth one was now just long and smoochy, open mouthed and with tongues.
"is this still the promotional hug?" he asked, but reather than answer she just kissed him again.
"mmmmm" she murmered. "Keep going. Don't stop"

He dropped his hand to her ass but she pushed it away "no! not that kind of 'keep going'! just keep going with the kissing" and she planted her mouth back onto his with an erotic sigh.
They continued to french kiss intimately like this hs for maybe a full 10 minutes, at the end of which she just knew she was now soaking.

His hand dropped once again to her ass cheek, but again she smacked it away firmly.
He took his hand off. "Good boy' she whispered. "now you just stand still and keep your hands behind your back until I say. Is that clear?'
He nodded as she started kissing him again, even more urgently now, at the same time dropping her right hand to grope his bulge for what felt like ages before starting to unbutton his jeans.

She wasn't in a hurry, and she still hadn't decided what to do with him today. She had already slipped her panties off before his arrival with the intention of giving him teasing glimpses as she sat on the couch in her short sweater dress but she hadn't actually decided how the day would go.

She felt his jeans dropping to his ankles and she now reached down and cupped his bulge through his cotton briefs. The outlinge of his semi-hard warm shaft felt so good against her wandering palm as the sensual smooches continued.
"fuck. you're making me hard" he said.
She replied "well that would be because I have my hand caressing your warm shaft and playing with your balls silly boy, now wouldn't it?"
"And how about now?" she asked as she slipped her hand inside the waistband of his briefs and let her fingers grip and tug at his shaft directly, wrapping her fingers around it and squeezing before dropping her hand further to cup his heavy balls.
She just loved feeling them in her palm and his pleasure was obvious. She hitched her sweater-dress up a little so she could also touch herself with her left hand.

Going back to a full tongue kiss, moaning softly. Taking her time.

"You like that don't you?" She whispered as she broke away from the kissing briefly "you like feeling me playing with myself against you?"
He nodded. His hands still behind his back as instructed.
"Good boy. Now sit" she whispered, as she gently pushed him back onto the couch.

He sat back with his very obvious erection on proud display and she smiled as she stood in front of him, playing with herself to tease him.
Two fingers hooked just inside her to the first knuckle and her other hand up inside her sweater dress now tugging at her nipples.
She offered him two glistening fingers to taste and he sucked on both with relish.

She then gently stepped up onto the couch, her stance wide just outside his thighs. Her crotch at his face level and her hands leaning on his shoulders for balance.
She bent over and kissed him full on the mouth again and whispered "you know what to do".

"yes mistress" he replied quietly as she lifted her dress higher and pressed her hips forward until she felt his warm wet mouth clamp onto the mound between her legs.
His tongue eagerly licking and probing.
"use your hands too now" she quietly commanded. "Start at my feet"She felt his warm hands now gently and slowly caress from her feet up the back of her bare calves, behind her knees to the back of her thighs. Then up to her ass cheeks, pulling her tighter to his mouth so that he was pretty much french kissing her mound as intimately as was possible. She felt his warm saliva now running down onto her inner thighs and her own wetness being spread by his hungry mouth.

She wanted more than anything to just slide down him now and squat and slowly lower herself, use her fingers to guide his rock hard flagpole of a cock right up inside her to fuck properly but she was enjoying his mouth on her too much, especially as his hands were now kneading the muscles in her her ass cheeks strongly, tugging her even tighter to his mouth.

"Fuck!" she whispered "god this is good. Tongue me deeper!" and took a firmer grip of his hair and began thrusting and grinding her mound even harder into his face.
"Yes . . . . mistress" he eagerly replied as he caught breaths between mouthfuls of her juices. She wanted to drown him in her lust.
He was so obviously willing to obediently follow her commands that her thoughts began to wander and wonder how much she could get him to do.
Her imagination now on fire, and a million filthy kinky possibilities flooding her thoughts, his string tongue twisting into her, she felt the wave of her first orgasm start from somewhere deep inside . . . her legs weakening, her thighs trembled and she groaned, pulling his head as tight as she could to her to grind and ride into his face as she shuddered hard with an intense orgasm.

As her convulsions waned she sighed contentedly before allowing herself to slide down onto his lap and his warm embrace.

They smooched a little more, still with sensual tongues "youve no idea how much I loved that" he said.
She smiled and stood up to reach for her glass of water nearby, making sure the sweater dress stayed hitched high and that he had a great view of her bare ass and soaking mound as she bent over.
She glanced back to see that he was still rock hard.
She wasn't finished with him yet . . . . .