Now and Then 2

by Joanne

It was the sixties and I was on holiday in Anglesey. We holidayed in Anglesey every year. It was beautiful. It was as far from industrial Manchester as you could get and it was cheap. I was thirteen. When we left Manchester early that morning I was a child, innocent and pour, totally ignorant of all things sexual and an incorrigible romantic. I had taken some of my dolls with me. I expected to spend much of the time alone as I had in previous years.

We were staying in a chalet on a farm overlooking the sea. I was just excited to be on holiday unprepared for what happened. I was briefly introduced to Gwen the farmer's daughter and I was instantly smitten, love hit me like an express train. All the story books I had read talked of a man and a women, but here was another girl and bit older than me. She was sixteen and stunningly beautiful. My body instantly took on a life of its own and flowed out into my knickers. She later took me to a remote part of the farm to help to repair some fencing. Even before we got there she saw to it that I was introduced to the vibrations of the tractor, vibrations that went all through me, all through my innocent vagina and leaving me weak and more in love than I thought possible. She laid me down into the long grass and made love to me. She took me from childhood to womanhood. I was deeply in love for the first time in my life.

My Mother and Father didn't notice the change in me. They didn't notice that I was much taller, surely in was obvious, surely it was obvious that I was much more worldly wise, much more sophisticated, but no, to them, I was the same little girl that left that afternoon on a tractor to help on the farm. I wanted to say, "look! I am grown up, look! I have been fucked, look at me! I am a woman," but of course, I didn't. Instead I obeyed my Mother and tidied my room and joined them in a constitution walk down to the beach.

I walked arm in arm with my Mother as I always had up until then. She was a good Mother, practical and organised, but she has always had to be thrifty, to make things work and make ends meet. My Dad just went to work and puffed at his cigarettes and expected food on the table and the cleaning done and didn't know or care how it all happened. I felt grown up, I knew that she didn't think so, but I felt like I was a woman and I felt a new affinity with her. Father walked a step of two in front of us with one hand in his pocket and the other supporting his cigarette. I suddenly realised that I was very, very happy. We stopped at the beach, sitting on the rocks, taking in the late afternoon sun and the lovely scenery.

It was dark by the time we got back to the chalet. Dad parked himself on the veranda and just sat there smoking, waiting for us womenfolk to prepare the meal, which of course we did. He did the same while the cleaning up after the meal took place. "Was I strange," I wondered, because the whole time that this was happening, I was fantasising about doing the same thing for Gwen while she just sat and waited. I was in love with her I wanted to be a wife to her. Even thinking about it had my juices running. The evening was spent listening to the radio and reading. I excused myself and went to bed where I masturbated myself to sleep dreaming of the lovely Gwen.

I didn't tell Gwen about my wifely urges. I doubt if she would have understood. She had turned up in the morning to invite me to join her on her trip to the village. The farm needed supplies. My Mother was worried that I was a nuisance and that I was only being invited out of kindness. If only she knew, she would be less worried about kindness and more worried about moral corruption. I wasn't being invited to be nice. I was being invited to be fucked, and I loved it and I couldn't get enough.

The local police turn a blind eye to Gwen driving the tractor up and down the lanes around the farm, a necessary part of farm working, but they would take a dim view if she was to drive further a field than that. Going to the village had to be on foot. However, there was a shortcut from the farm, down a single foot trodden track, through a glen. Overarched by trees, it led down to a stream, which was forded by a little bridge. Even without the trees, no one from either the road or the farm could see the bridge it was so far down in the valley, and with the trees no one more than twenty yards either way up or down the glen could see it either.

Gwen paused leaning on the handrail. There was silence except for the rippling of the water and the buzzing of insects. This made Gwen's voice sound louder than usual, it seemed to echo. She pushed her knickers down to her Wellington boots, she faced me, she stretched her arms along the handrail and spread her knees as wide apart as she could.

"Lick my cunt," she demanded.

The demanding, domineering infliction in her voice sent a hot surge to my vagina. I bowed my head as I instinctively submitted. I slipped my knickers down and crouched down in front of her. I had touched her before when we made love in the field, but I had never kissed a vagina before. Now I kissed her and licked her, the smell, the feel and the taste had my own juices dripping. I slipped one hand down and finger fucked myself in time with her thrusts. Gwen whimpered and gasped and finally shook through her orgasm. She raised me up and kissed me on the mouth. My mouth and my chin were covered in her juices. She slurped at them hungrily. She reached down and instantly found my clitoris. She held me in her arms suspended in ecstasy, until I too, shook and quivered and thrust my way to my climax.

We immerged from the glen and entered the single track lane that led to the village. There was not much to the village, a few houses, one of which had a police sign and a blue light outside it. It appeared to be just a private house where the constable lived. There was a pub and a garage with just one fuel pump outside. There was a triangular green area in the centre, with the pub, the garage and a general store, come post office, arranged around it. That was village life right there. No church, but there was a chapel a little way down one of the three roads, well lanes really, that led off from each corner of the triangle.

We entered the store. Gwen, and the woman serving, started to talk to each other in Welsh. I stood there like a spare part as the woman looked me up and down. I lost interest in them and stared out of the window. An open top sports car pulled up at the pump. A blond woman of about thirty got out. She could not have looked more out of place in this tiny Welsh village. She wore an almost white suit and a wide brimmed hat that had clearly blown off because it rested on her back suspended by its strap. With the flowing skirt and the hat on her back she almost looked like a cowgirl. I smiled at the thought. Then I realised that I was undressing her with my eyes. I looked how her clothes hung and imagined her naked body beneath them. I had never done that before, but now that I had started I didn't stop. She had blond hair, I imagined her blond bush. Suddenly I was brought back to earth by Gwen coughing at me.

The supplies filled four large bags. We set off back with one in each hand. They were heavy, but undeterred we set off down the lane. We had gone less than half a mile when the blast from a car horn startled us. We turned and stood aside to let it pass us in the narrow lane. It stopped.

"Excuse me," the voice said. Those two words told me that she was from London and posh.

Once she had our attention she asked for the whereabouts of a cottage, the name was in Welsh and she couldn't pronounce it. Gwen laughed at her efforts and pronounced it for her. She smiled a gleaming white smile, "They told me at the garage that you would know it," she laughed.

Gwen then tried to explain the route to her. She either could not remember it or couldn't understand it, but simply said, "Can I give you two a lift, I mean those bags look jolly heavy?"

"It's out of our way. I mean it's the long way round."

"Not a problem," she said, "Pop the bags into the boot thing and jump in. I'll drop you off later."

"It's a two seater," Gwen explained the obvious.

"Oh come now the little one and sit on your knee." I wasn't sure I liked being called the little one, but we did manage to climb in.

Gwen managed all too well. She had one hand on my vagina. The vibration of the engine didn't need much help.

The journey to the named cottage was happily a bumpy one. I was almost too weak to climb out of the car unaided by the time we arrived. The woman had gone into the cottage to have a look around, as she put it. I took the opportunity the stretch my legs and playfully admonish Gwen for fucking me all the way there. She just laughed.

"Right you two," the woman seemed quite satisfied with whatever she had been doing, "I will take you to wherever."

On the way to the farm she explained, unnecessarily, what she was doing. "My grandparents loved it around here," she said, "They passed away a little time ago and left this cottage to me in their will. There is a Parcel of land as well, but I don't know where that is yet."

I was unmolested on this journey and had recovered my composure by the time we reached the farm.

The woman used the entrance to the farm the turn around. "Lovely to meet you, Bye!" she called as she drove off waving one hand in the air.

We had our hands full with the bags and were unable to wave back.

"Nice lady," I said.

Gwen looked mischievous, "Fuckable," she said.

She saw my face, and the mock expression of shock, and giggled.

We arranged to meet later and to go to the beach. I was ready and sat on the veranda waiting for her. When she arrived she took my breath away. She also drew the attention of my Dad who was also on the veranda reading his paper. She was wearing a large hat and very little else. She wore a tiny bikini and beach shoes. She was bronzed and stunningly beautiful, my Dad's mouth was wide open, I was very proud of her. That she fancied me made me tingle all over.

I was quite the opposite, I too had a hat, but there the similarity ended, at mother's insistence I wore my one piece swimming costume and on top of that I wore a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. My main concern was that without my bra, my breast had all but disappeared. I was reassured by Gwen's beaming smile.

As soon as we were out of sight Gwen was topless and when we reached the boulders that guarded the cliffs from the sea, she was bottomless as well. My shorts and tee shirt were in my bag, but my costume stayed in place. We found a comfortable place on the beach and spread out our towels. We were out of sight from both the cliffs and the main body of the beach. I felt confident enough to peel my costume off.

We took turns in spreading suntan lotion all over each other, which inevitably led to us making wild love together, before settling down. We were then laid out, side by side, taking the sun. I had decided that I was now of an age when I could reasonably refuse to undress in front of my parents and so my intimate suntan should never be seen. I was relaxed and almost asleep when a shadow engulfed us and the clipped London voice said, "Golly, you girls are lovely."

She was silhouetted with the sun behind her. She was stood in a white one piece costume that displayed her figure, but had a cloth pelmet across her groin hiding her camel toe. She had a strap across her chest with a wicker basket hanging from it. She had her arms full. She had a wind break, a parasol, a folding chair and a bag.

She dropped it all to the sand. "Oh, to be young and lovely," she said.

Gwen looked at her threw one eye straining against the sun, "You don't need that lot, let the sun get to your body."

"You know," she said, "I may do just that, if you girls don't mind."

We just shrugged. She took a towel out of her bag and spread it out next to mine. She looked in all directions to make sure no one could see. She then peeled down her costume. Her breasts were large and swung free once released. The cool air brought her huge nipples out. She revealed her naval. It was cute and deep with her little belly swelling around it. Then came her pubic hair, it was strawberry blond, almost ginger from lack of sun, and then her thighs and then the costume fell to the sand. Her skin was pure white. Gwen was on her feet, "You need a good coat of lotion or you will burn badly," she said.

The woman lay down on her front. I knelt at her head and Gwen knelt at her side. We worked together to coat her back, bottom and legs with lotion. She then turned over. I started at her naval and worked my way up her body. I reached her breasts and caressed the lotion into them. The nipples stood erect. Gwen had started at her feet and had worked her way up. She reached her groin and then caressed lotion into her stomach with one hand but then slipped her other hand between the woman's thighs.

"Oh, you naughty girls, you sweet lovely naughty girls, I've always wanted to…," her voice tailed off. She relaxed her thighs and lifted and spread her legs. Gwen went to work on her clitoris and her vagina. She gasped and whimpered. "I knew, I knew you two were gay, when I first saw you together. Yes, oh yes don't stop."

I walked forward on my knees until I straggled her face. I settled down with my knees into the sand, until my vulva was kissing her lips and then took hold of a breast and nipple in each hand. She licked and slurped at my sloppy vagina, driving me wild. Gwen had swivelled to allow the woman's hand to reach her gaping cunt and to fill it with fingers. She was on all fours licking at the woman's clitoris from the top and fucking her with her fingers. Climaxes were reached and surpassed. Places were exchanged as we took our pleasure of each other. Gwen and I took greatest pleasure in ravishing this older, more experienced, more worldly wise and very posh lady. It wasn't until we had come back down to earth, and lay gasping, that we finally learned that Penelope was a wealthy heiress.

We rotated in the sun to even up our tans. We coated and recoated each other in lotion and we made love as a group and as pairs. We bathed in the sea and we relaxed. The wicker basket contained food and wine which we enjoyed together. When it was time to wave her off we watched as she walked back towards her car, she was once again dressed in the costume she arrived in and again carried the completely pointless beach equipment she had brought with her. When we walked up the cliff path back to the chalet, we were for all the world just two innocent girls returning from fun on the beach.