A Cottage in the Country Ch. 01 – Erotic Couplings – Free Sex Story

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Despite the best of intentions I frittered that summer away in a pit of tedium, self-pity and ennui. My plans to retire to an isolated Somerset cottage for two months to work on my short stories took a severe blow when I arrived to discover that it adjoined a large old country house inhabited by a frail elderly lady who required regular input from a succession of nurses and carers. who visited three or four times a day. The small courtyard at the rear of the house over which my cottage looked out saw a succession of cars as staff came and went to look after the old lady.

At first I ignored the comings and goings, the crunch of tyres on gravel, the slamming of doors, and the manic barking of the old lady’s two terriers with the arrival of each new visitor. But as time passed and the heat grew, I found it increasingly difficult to set my mind to my work. I became bored and restless, unable to focus or concentrate on what I should be doing. That made me angry with myself; it also allowed my mind to wander idly and that meant, of course, that my thoughts kept returning to Sophie. I’d not been with a woman since she walked out, so my Sex life, like my writing, faced a big block. I still had Sophie’s dark purple bra she’d left behind the last time we made Love. I’d wanted to get away and work to put her out of my mind, but I realised that in truth, and after six months, I still missed her, although I didn’t want to admit it.

It was two weeks or so into my stay that I had my first encounter with Nicola, one of the nurses who visited regularly. I had to pop out to the supermarket, but couldn’t move my car because her little grey convertible had blocked me in. I knocked on the door.

‘Look, would you mind moving your car please? I have to pop out.’ She eyed me up and down. It was the first time we had spoken.

‘I won’t be a minute’ she replied, the slightest hint of a West Country burr in her voice. ‘I’ve just got to give her medication.’

‘You know you don’t really have to park there’ I replied. ‘There’s plenty of room down by the side of the old stables’ I said, pointing to the other side of the courtyard. She could sense my irritation.

‘Our manager said were weren’t to park there. Too much broken glass, bad for the tires.’

‘I haven’t noticed any glass, and some of your colleagues park there anyway. I don’t really see what the problem is.’

She narrowed her eyes, light, hazel eyes, almost green, and pursed her full lips. She was tall, in her mid-thirties, not beautiful but certainly very attractive. Her curly black hair fell playfully to her shoulders, and her fresh complexion hinted at good health and healthy appetites. She wore a dark blue smock that obscured her figure, and black leggings that in contrast displayed to full advantage her shapely long legs and firm tight bottom.

The stand off continued in silence for a few more seconds as she looked me up and down. Despite my irritation, the space between us felt charged. My curiosity had been aroused; it was a moment I didn’t want to end, and it seemed that she felt the same way.

‘The longer we stand here the longer it’ll take me to finish and the longer it’ll be before you get off. Just a minute more. There’s a good boy.’ She patted me gently on the arm, turned and went back into the house.

When I returned that afternoon I couldn’t settle down to work. I found myself going over the incident. I was angry with myself because she had not moved her car, then I blamed myself for being unreasonable, knowing that she had a job to do and she wasn’t going to be that long anyway. It was just another example of my clumsiness and inability to see the other person’s point of view. I sighed and stretched myself out on the sofa in the tiny living room for a nap.

But my thoughts kept returning to Nicola. In my mind’s eye I saw her walking across the courtyard with brisk, confident steps. I’d noticed the way she glanced down at her tunic, which obscured her breasts, and wondered what they were like, how big they were. Going by the shapeliness and voluptuousness of her legs and hips I imagined her breasts were pretty special. I began to wish I had the opportunity to find out for myself.

Time frittered by, and as the weeks passed I put aside my irritation with Nicola’s parking, and on occasions exchanged pleasantries with her. One evening I was sat outside in the courtyard enjoying a glass of wine after a hard day trying to do some work, when her little grey car swept in, hood down, and she parked, pointedly, alongside my old Land Rover. She was glammed up. Gone was the tunic and leggings, and in their place she was wearing a light green summer dress in a floral print. It set her hazel eyes and lightly tanned skin off perfectly. She got out and pushed her sunglasses back onto her glossy black hair. The early evening sun shone through her locks bringing out deep coppery tints. She was stunning. She stood up and strode for the door, then checked herself and headed in my direction, and stood before me smiling playfully.

‘You’ve given up work then.’

‘For the moment, yes. It’s too late. Care to join me?’

She laughed. ‘Well maybe you deserve some time off. What does all work and no play make?’

‘A dull boy.’

I found myself staring at her, my eyes wandering down from those gorgeous eyes to take in the full extent of her body. For the first time I could see how full her breasts were. They were magnificent. Her dress was low cut, revealing a deep full cleavage that hinted at a magnificent pair of heavy orbs. Her nipples were clearly tightening and thrusting through the material of her bra and dress. She caught my eyes taking in her breasts, and she broke into a broad grin, and giggled as though slightly embarrassed, then adjusted the shoulder strap of her dress.

I looked away in embarrassment. ‘So you look as though you’re set for a night out on the town. Who’s the lucky bloke.’

‘No blokes, just a girl’s night out. It’s my mate Anna’s birthday, so we’re going out for few drinks then a meal.’

‘Well I hope you all have a great time.’ I smiled, this time as though I meant it.

‘We will.’ She turned to leave but stopped and turned back towards me. ‘By the way, this will be one of my last visits.’

‘Oh?’ I replied.

‘Yeah. Got a new job with another team. It’s a more senior role, better pay, and they second me to college for a part-time masters.’

‘That’s great news. Well, congratulations. I hope it goes well for you.’

‘I just wanted you to know. No hard feelings?’

‘None at all.’ I said, smiling.

She smiled back, blew me a little kiss, and went into the house.

In the last week of my stay it turned increasingly Hot and humid, and the sky filled with enormous pink-grey clouds that hung oppressively in the still air. The heat was suffocating; in the distance I could hear the low rumble of thunder rolling around the hills. Night closed in earlier as the sky above filled with ominous black clouds. I’d just turned the lights on when I was deafened by a great thunder clap followed almost immediately by a lurid flash, and then the hissing of a torrential downpour.

The rain lashed down and had clearly set in for the night, so I decided to turn in early with the book I was reading when there was a knock on the door. At first I thought it was the wind shaking the door in its frames, so I ignored it, but then it repeated with greater urgency. Who the hell was visiting on a night like this?

I got up and opened the door. It was Nicola. She was soaked through. The rain had flattened her flighty curls and dripped from her long dark eyelashes. Her face was flushed and damp, and her tunic dripping wet.

‘Jesus! You’d better come in.’ I shut and locked the door behind her. ‘What happened?’

She stood in a rapidly expanding pool of rain water on the door mat. She was shivering and hugged herself in order to keep warm.

‘Bloody car packed up on me, and on my last visit would you believe?’

‘Why? Won’t it start?’

‘Battery’s dead. I’ve been driving around with the hood down in all this lovely weather, and when I stopped off here I was only in a few minutes when the storm started. I spent five minutes trying to get the engine going, then gave that up as a bad job, but couldn’t get the hood up. It’s supposed to have a power hood but it doesn’t always work and when that happens you have to wind it up manually. The seats and all will be soaking by now.’

‘Bloody hell! Have you any more visits today?’

‘No, this is the last one fortunately.’ She eyed me anxiously. ‘Look’ she said, sheepishly. ‘Could I use your phone to call the AA? Would you believe I came out without my mobile this afternoon’

‘Of course.’ I handed her my phone. She dialled through to the breakdown service, gave them a few details, then hung up. ‘Bloody hell. It’s going to take them between two to three hours. It’s the end of the holiday season, so the roads are full of grockles.’

‘Grockles?’

‘Holiday makers.’ She was still dripping, embracing herself in an attempt to keep warm.

‘That’s not much use.’ I paused for a moment. ‘Look, you can’t sit around in those wet clothes for three hours. You’ll get a cold or something. Why don’t you have a Shower or a bath and I’ll pop them in the tumble dryer. By the time you’ve finished they’ll be dry again.’

‘Are you sure?’ She looked at me coyly. For a moment I thought I caught the whisper of a smile dance across her lips, as though she not only knew this was going to happen but had wanted it to. ‘Only I don’t want to put you to any trouble.’

‘Nonsense.’ I took her by the hand and led her across the living room to the stairs. ‘You’re no trouble.’ She grasped my hand firmly, gently stroking it with her thumb. She followed me upstairs and I showed her into the bathroom.

‘There you are, bath or Shower, and there’s plenty of Hot water.’ I handed her my dressing gown which was hanging on the back of the bathroom door. ‘If you leave your clothes outside the door give me a shout and I’ll put them in the dryer.’

She smiled at me, a genuine, warm smile. ‘This really is very kind of you. Are you sure you don’t mind? Only I don’t want to interfere with your plans.’

‘I had no plans other than an early night with my book. By the way, can I get you a drink? Tea? Coffee? Or would you prefer something a little stronger?’

‘If it’s not too much trouble?’

‘I’m halfway through a well-earned whisky. Maybe that’s just what the doctor ordered.’

‘Well, yes please. I could do with something long and stiff’, she replied with the slightest of smirks.

‘OK. I’ll be back in a minute. Just leave your clothes outside.’

‘Right oh.’

I closed the door and left her in the bathroom. Downstairs I poured her a whisky, topped mine up, and then set off back up the stairs. I could hear the Shower running, but there was no sign of her wet clothes. I knocked gently on the door.

‘Nicola? Your drink’s here. Could you let me have your clothes please?’ I waited outside. ‘Just push them through the door and I’ll deal with them.’

The door opened wide. ‘Silly me, I forgot.’ She smiled invitingly. She was down to a black bra and pants. She held her wet clothes out for me in a tight bundle. “Here they are. Oh, and you’d better take these.’ She dropped her clothes and unclasped her bra, letting the shoulder straps fall forwards and down her brown arms, and then held her bra out for me. ‘And this.’ She hitched her thumbs into her panties and in a single, dexterous sweep pushed them down over her long firm thighs before stepping out of them. She grabbed my wrist, and pulled me into the bathroom with her.

My mouth was dry, my tongue a piece of clumsy clay incapable of forming words. I stood gawping at her like an idiot. She was magnificent. Her breasts were enormous, full, heavy and firm, with large brown areolae tipped with taut erect nipples. My eyes swept down her beautiful flat belly, taking in the voluptuous curves of her hips, before settling on her exquisite thick black bush. Her pubic hair was so dark and luxuriant that it was impossible to see the beauty hidden beneath. I stared hard and imagined I could just make out the full bulge of her inner lips. She stood smiling in front of me, enjoying the way I drank in her beauty with my eyes. She shifted her position slightly, allowing her thighs to part, and moved her right hand from her huge tits to her bush. I could see that she was playing with herself, a finger probing her bush, spreading those delicious cunt lips.

‘Jesus! You’re so beautiful, Nicola. I want to fuck you.’

‘Then fuck me you Horny hunk’ she said with the sexiest of smiles.

She started to strip my clothes off, pulling my t-shirt over my head and then unbuckling my belt, while I pushed my jeans down to the floor. By now my prick was throbbing and almost fully erect. She knelt down and pulled my underpants down revealing my throbbing organ.

‘Fucking hell, Robert, your dick’s magnificent. Have you got loads of thick cum for me?’

‘You bet, Nicola. I can’t wait to give it to you.’

‘Let me taste your prick.’ She slid my foreskin back revealing the huge throbbing head of my cock and licked the purple sensitive rim with the tip of her tongue before taking the full length of my organ into her mouth.

I gasped with pleasure. ‘You beautiful woman, Nicola. But please be careful. I haven’t made Love for ages and I don’t want to come too quickly.’ She released my prick and stood up. Our mouths met and our tongues twisted and writhed like a pair of steroid-charged snakes as we stepped into the Shower. I cupped the full heaviness of her tits in my hands and teased her nipples between my tongue and teeth, feeling her body tauten as I did so. My hands then descended the smooth flatness of her belly into that exquisite bush, my fingers probing and pushing inwards and upwards past her inner lips into her delicious wet cunt. As I did so her fingers were busy playing with my throbbing prick.

‘God, I just Love your cock, Robert. It’s so fucking huge. Have you ever had a three-some?’

‘What, two girls at the same time? No.’ I remembered Sophie turning her nose up at the thought.

‘Yeah. My friend Anna would Love to meet up with us. She’d Love your cock.’

I groaned as she bent down again and took my organ in her mouth. ‘Come on you gorgeous sexy man, I want your cum, and I’d Love to share it with Anna. God, you’d Love her. You think my tits are big, wait until you see her’s. They are absolutely enormous.’

Fuck yes, Nicola, I’d Love that. Have you had threesomes with her before?’

‘Lots of times. I’d Love to share your thick white spunk with Anna. We have lots of really sexy tricks with sperm. Are you going to let me have it now? I want you to spurt it all over me.’

‘You bet, Nicola.’

‘I bet you’ve got loads of thick white cum for me. I want to take it all in my mouth.’

‘God I so want to fuck you.’ I said, trying to pull my knob from her eager mouth. ‘I can’t believe your tits are so magnificent.’

We went into the bedroom, where she pushed me down on the bed and started seriously sucking my cock. She took my organ in her mouth and then started licking the exquisitely sensitive crimson ring with the tip of her tongue. ‘Come on Robert, I Love spunk. I want to be your fucking sperm lover. I want every last drop of your sperm. I want to swallow it, eat it, drink it, and rub it all over my cunt.’

My prick was rock hard by now and I was close to coming, so I pushed her off. ‘Not yet, you fucking beautiful woman. I want to lick your beautiful cunt out.’

She lay down on the bed with her legs wide apart. Her bush was so thick I couldn’t at first see her cunt. But then she spread her lips opening up the deep pink of her Vagina. Her clitoris was erect and throbbing, and standing proud a good inch from the confluence of her beautiful fleshy, dark brown cunt lips which by now were dripping wet.

‘Have you had a sixty-nine before?’ I asked as I went down on her delicious fanny.

‘Oh God yes, loads of time. I Love it but let me have your prick in my mouth.’

I licked her delicious slit out while she sucked my cock, groaning loudly at the same time. The rich musky scent of her Sex drove me wild with pleasure. Her cunt was dripping wet as rivulets of juice trickled down the inside of her thighs. Finally she came with an almighty moan, and again a minute later, and shortly after that she came a third time, groaning and arching her back with pleasure while I continued to tease her clitoris with my tongue. I could feel her Vagina tightening around my tongue each time she came.

‘Oh God, that was fucking wonderful. Your turn now.’ She turned onto her belly and I sat for a moment admiring the full curves of her hips and bottom. ‘What do you want?’

‘Fuck knows. I just want to shoot my load. I’ve got loads of thick white cum for you, baby. Do you want it inside you, or would you rather see me shoot off?’

‘Oh Christ yes, I want to see you shoot your load.’

‘Well let’s start with you on top of me.’

I stretched out and she jumped on top of me, then guided my throbbing cock deep into her cunt. ‘Oh Christ almighty’ I shouted, as my thick prick probed deep into her slit. ‘Dear God, Nicola, you’re so tight and wet. You are so fucking beautiful.’ She wriggled her hips in time with my thrusts. ‘God do you know what I’d Love to do?’

‘No, lover boy, what’s that?’

‘I’d Love to make a porno movie with you. Have you ever done one?’

‘Oh yeah. Lots of times.’

‘Who with?’

‘Oh, my girlfriend Anna and her boyfriends. You’d Love Anna. You think my tits are big, wait until you see hers. She shaves her cunt. You’d Love her, and she’d Love a mouthful of your sperm. We Love to share her boyfriend’s cum. If he shoots his load into Anna’s mouth, she dribbles it into mine. Then I dribble it all over my jugs, then she licks it off, and so on.’

‘Fucking delicious Nicola.’

‘But we have a special trick.’

‘What’s that?’ I was very close to coming by now.

‘When he shoots his sperm inside her, I Love to eat the cream-pie out of her cunt, then we do a sperm swap.’

‘God I’d Love to see you do that.’

‘You will’ she replied.

She knew I was about to come. ‘Come on Robert, let me take it in my mouth. I Love the feel of it as your prick twitches and jerks all that thick, white-Hot spunk over my tongue. God I want your sperm. Come on, give it me, sexy boy.’

She jumped off my prick and took it in her eager mouth. Her tongue licked and slurped my throbbing shaft, then as the first watery dribbles of cum started to leak out she closed her lips around my thick throbbing organ. I couldn’t put it off any longer and shot a huge load of thick, white-Hot cum into her mouth. She groaned sexily with each twitch of my cock, then after I’d shot my load she let my semi-erect cock slip from between her lips, shining with her saliva and my sperm.

During the entire five minutes she had been sucking me off she hadn’t taken her eyes off me. Then she sat up and running her hands over her massive tits, dribbled my cum all over them. I watched the thick globs spill over her lips, and slither down her chin onto her magnificently curved breasts.

‘You fucking beautiful woman, Nicola. That’s the best blow-job I’ve ever had. Exquisite. You really are one of the sexiest women I’ve ever fucked.’

She then rubbed some of my sperm over her tits but noticing that some particularly thick white globs were covering both her nipples, she licked these off, dribbled them onto the palm of her right hand, then stretched out on the bed opening her thighs, and smeared what was left of my cum over her cunt lips.

‘You fucking beautiful sperm lover’ I said, kissing her nipples. She giggled deliciously as she licked the last drops of sperm off her fingers.

The next morning my bed was empty and the storm over, but there was no sign of Nicola. I felt really Horny and wanted a repeat of last night’s action. I got out of bed and opened the curtains. It was a beautiful fresh morning with a deep blue sky and brilliant sun. Her car had gone; she must have upped and left when I was still asleep. I felt refreshed, but as soon as I started to think about last night my prick hardened. Then I noticed a note attached to a paper bag on the dressing table. It was written in a clear firm hand. She’d left her mobile number, and a brief note. “Thanks for a fabulous evening. If ever you’re in the area again, look me up. There’s a little keepsake in the bag. Love Nicola X”

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