Dorset Another fantasy
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DORSET: At last, the weekend I’ve been looking forward to for months has arrived. It’s my first chance to show you one of my favourite parts of England and places that I have a genuine affection for, with many long-standing friends in the area, although this time, we aren’t planning to meet up with any. I insist on driving as you’ve had a full-on week and can see how tired you are but know you won’t admit it! Besides, I know this area well and don’t want you to miss anything while keeping your eyes on the road. I opt to go the A303 route, for no other reason than it means going past Stonehenge. Although having gone regularly hundreds of times up and down to Dorset since the late 60s, seeing Stonehenge has never lost its thrill and I have fond memories of regularly stopping there for lunch, sitting on the stones and usually having the place to ourselves. From the road, it looks surprisingly small and if you didn’t know it was there, it would be easy to miss! I can’t bring myself to go there now. It’s a small fortune to get in, always heaving with people...and you can’t get near the stones. It really has lost its magic, stillness and air of mystery... such is progress! As we continue enroute I point out the various ancient hill forts and burial mounds dotted around and simply part of the landscape. Eventually, at Wincanton, we turn on to the B3145 towards Sherborne, and I can feel myself relax as the feeling of going home fills me. I’d found a delightful Airbnb in Cerne Abbas and took delight in driving along these well-known (to me) roads again, and I’m relieved that the satnav actually manages to find our bolthole for the next few nights. The key is where we’d been told it would be and we let ourselves in. There’s a pretty small glass vase with a posy of wildflowers and a small welcome hamper on the kitchen table with some artisan bread, chocolates, a bottle of wine and some fruit and nibbles which I rummage through as you bring in the bags. In the fridge was some fresh milk. I’d made a meal to be warmed up on our arrival which I set about preparing. It was around 6 pm and we are both tired. You go outside into the garden to stretch your legs and discover a wooden table and chairs on an old flagstone patio which you suggest would be the place to eat supper. I serve up and we carry our meals out to the table with our cutlery and set it out. You go in to get the wine and some glasses. As we sit down, we’re struck by the simple beauty of the place and the air of tranquillity. In a field not far away a cow mooed. It was cooling down after a warm day and there was a gentle evening breeze. The food was good and the company even better. I feel the exhaustion of the long drive easing, with the glass of wine probably helping. Pudding was simply raspberries and cream. After we’d eaten we wander around the gorgeous and deceptively simple garden full of traditional cottage and wildflowers. There are quite a few midges attracted to water in the stream at the boundary between the garden and the field so we make our way inside taking our plates etc with us, and load up the dishwasher before heading into the cosy sitting room and fall onto the very inviting sofa with you at one end, and me sitting next to and leaning back into you as your arm comes around me resting on my shoulders, your fingers stroking my long hair which sends delightful shivers down my spine. I turn my head and you lean in to kiss me gently on the mouth, and I settle back into you utterly content. Your hand leaves my hair and finds its way into my shirt gently resting on my breast. Your touch is, for me, electric and my breath quickens. You wiggle sitting yourself up a little more and take a sip or two of wine, asking if I want mine passed over. I do, and sit up to take a couple of sips before handing it back for you to put safely back on the table next to you again. I’m half facing you. As you turn back you move my hair back so you can unbutton my blouse until it’s open from top to bottom. You open it with your hands and place a hand on my left breast. I need so much to feel your skin and reach up to undo your shirt buttons from top to bottom, opening yours as you had mine and placing my hand on your chest. You look at me and ask if you can undress me knowing what the answer would be. I just lean forward and kiss your chest. Your skin has a very slightly salty taste. I don’t want to stop and move my mouth kissing your chest all over letting my tongue run across your nipples. You put a hand on my cheek and motioned for me to lift my head where I found your mouth searching for mine. The kisses are both tender and passionate becoming deeper and deeper. I find myself sitting astride you as you push my blouse off my shoulders and lift my breasts out of the bra... “Take it off,” you say pushing the straps down my arms as I reach behind to undo the hooks. As soon as they’re free you bury your head in them with your hands on either side of them pushing them against your face. Your beard adds to the wonderful spine tingling sensations. You take a nipple into your mouth. I’m not quite sure why or how, but the feeling is intense and seems to connect directly to my pussy as I let out a quiet moan of pure pleasure. You sit up a little and look at me... “Come and join me in the shower?” I clamber off you and you stand and pull me to my feet. You take the now empty wine glasses into the kitchen and put them in the sink before turning for the stairs... You look at me and undo your trousers letting them drop to the floor and then your pants stepping out of them. I break into a big grin watching you. You slowly walk over to me and say “Your turn”. My skirt is one of those long Indian crinkle cotton ones with an elasticated waist which just drops to the floor once it’s over my hips. I slowly lower my panties as I make my way to the stairs. You’re close behind me and ease them down as I go up the stairs helping me step out of them and then I feel your mouth on my pussy lips as I lift a leg to go up another step. It feels so good, I just stop which you take as an invitation to keep going and the next couple of minutes continue your ministrations as you lick and kiss and tease my pussy from behind. You straighten up and say “Come on woman.... I thought we were heading to the shower” with a broad grin on your face. Finally, we make it to the top of the stairs and the bathroom with a huge walk-in shower at one end. I find my less-than-glamorous shower cap and when the water’s up to temperature we stand under the lovely warm water and soap each other with some lovely smelling very sudsy soap on a sponge. We take turns washing each other. There’s a lot of laughing and teasing. Touching and caressing. We end up with a full-on snog, and your very hard cock pressing up against me. I turn and lean forward, supporting myself leaning against the tiled wall and look around. I see you taking up your position behind me and pumping your cock before sliding it between my legs and rubbing yourself against me between my pussy lips before placing the head at my entrance. I can feel gentle but firm pressure as you slowly push forward until that ‘pop’ when you’re suddenly inside me. I push myself back on you as you also move forward. We stop for a few moments. I can feel myself tightening around you and consciously tighten my muscles to gently squeeze you. You reach forwards with your hands searching for my boobs and holding them. We’re slowly rocking against each other, just enough that I can feel you moving inside me which feels incredibly good and increasingly arousing. You’re rocking gently and point to our left… I look and see a full-length mirror on the wall… a bit steamed up, but not so much that we can’t see ourselves. You catch my eye and give a little wave which makes me smile. As we watch you’re upping the tempo. My boobs are starting to move uncontrollably under me which again feels really good. I know your orgasm is approaching. The sounds you make and the change in your breathing and increase in tempo and then the frenetic thrusts as it begins. I love the feeling as you cum, thrusting against me and the sounds you make. You don’t withdraw and we remain as one as long as we can before your cock slips out of me. I straighten myself, but still face the wall of the shower with my head looking at the reflection of you standing behind me, holding me close. It’s a lovely image. Though I didn’t orgasm, I feel more than satisfied.
I sleep well and the next morning I awake with the sun streaming in through the curtains. You’re already up and half-dressed with a pair of long loose cotton shorts and canvas shoes on. Sleepily I fall out of bed and head to the bathroom where a quick shower dissolves any remaining dozeysiness, dry myself and get dressed in light denim jeggings with a white cotton bra, shirt, and tie my hair back in a simple ponytail before going downstairs for toast and coffee. I get out my computer to check out the new route to our destination. At last, we’re in the car and on our way. It was about a twenty-minute drive and as we turned into the road which leads to it I had the feeling of excitement in the pit of my stomach. You hadn’t been before and I just hope that after the build-up with my waxing lyrical about the place, when you actually see it for the first time that it isn’t a disappointment. Suddenly I could see it in the distance and automatically slowed the car down looking at it with the same sense of awe and wonder I felt when I first saw it, with that lovely sense of coming home or seeing an old friend for the first time in years. I feel both peaceful and at the same time excited. It’s a place that has been special to me for the past 50 years, and I had shared it only with very, very, few. I don’t think you understand the significance of me bringing you here... and I’m not sure I want you to know. Once in the car park, I put on my thick socks, walking boots and rucksack containing thermos, camera and some delicious-looking and still warm small quiches and brownies from a local bakery, lock the car and together we start the slow climb up the gentle to middling incline. I had forgotten just how long it takes to get to the top. Forty-odd years ago I could make it from the car park to the top in maybe ten minutes, but now it was taking a lot more effort and several stops to catch my breath. The gently sinuous path made its way up towards the ramparts and the ‘concealed’ way in, and then, there we are with it laid out ahead of us. The tall earth bank on either side that went round the entire circumference of the long, elongated hill, though we can’t see to the other end about a kilometre away as the ground gently rises hiding it from view. The other side of the earth bank dropped about two or three times deeper than the bit we could see. I was always in total awe of the sheer scale of the place and the knowledge that it was built before metal had been discovered, so using just stones and possibly discarded deer antlers to move and shape these phenomenal amounts of earth. I realised you were giving me the look everyone gave me when I started rabbiting on about it and looked sheepishly at my feet realising it was probably a bit much, but you gently took my hand and said, “Keep talking. Tell me more”, so I did, talking about the dig by Mortimer Wheeler in the early part of last century where they had buried a crocodile (from memory) for the next people to dig there to find...which in the 80’s, they did. The Roman attack, and the skeleton with a spear/arrowhead in a spine vertebra… testament to the fierce battle which raged there... the Romans won. It always struck me how a place that had known such horrors could feel so peaceful. The sheep were grazing on the rough grass keeping it from getting too long and we slowly walked from one end to the other until we reached the other entrance where the ramparts dropped to let a path through. On the other side is a small hill, then another path and then the rampart makes its way all the way back to the way we came in originally. I was making for the small hill between the break in the ramparts… My hill. The place I had spent hours and hours either just thinking or admiring the view or revising for exams. You and I both make ourselves comfortable, find the food and hot drink and quietly munch just looking at the view. At the bottom, the old main road to Weymouth goes past, but there’s no sound from the, sometimes heavy, traffic. You put your hand over mine and just say “Thank you for bringing me here.” and kiss my mouth. I kiss you back. We hear a sound and both start looking for the helicopter that’s making in and see one of the large navy helicopters approaching and keep watching as it flies over and off in the direction of RNAS Yeovilton. We seem to be the only people there and I’m starting to feel drowsy after the walk and the meal. The sky’s blue and the air’s warm. You and I seem to have the same idea and just lie back onto the hill allowing our eyes to close and drift off into a lovely post-lunch nap. I wake up goodness knows how much later aware that my hair was being played with. Sleepily I open my eyes. You’re lying on your side facing me. One hand/arm supporting your head and your free hand in my hair. “Hello sleepyhead,” you say. Your hand rests on my tummy before your fingers find the bottom edge of my blouse and your hand makes its way inside, up over my tummy to my breast over my bra. You lean in to kiss me gently which I return, my arms going around you. As it ends you look up and around us observing that we seem to be the only ones here. I smile as I now know what you have on your mind… “Are we?” I ask feigning surprise. “I think so” you respond casually and then look at me. Your fingers are now rubbing and playing with my nipple through my bra. I know it’s hard as it feels so sensitive. You have manoeuvred yourself so our legs are alternating. I can feel your cock gently pulsing against my thigh and wonder if you’re going to say/ask anything. I am becoming so aroused just thinking about what might be about to happen. You kiss me again, hard on my mouth and I hear myself gently moan. You lift your head and look at me and I give an almost imperceptible nod and start rubbing yourself against me and I push myself up against you. You bury your head between my neck and shoulder. I whisper in your ear that I want you and you almost growl back that you need me. We both lift our heads like a couple of meerkats looking around and listening for any possible voices in the vicinity. Nothing. We look at each other as you move to one side so that you can undo your shorts and lower them… “just enough” and I do the same with my jeans and panties. We have another quick look around as I reach down to find you and guide you in. I have never known you so big and hard. I rub the head of your cock against me adding my lubrication to yours and then you just slide into me… to the hilt. Without any ceremony, we both move against each other both needing our own and each other’s release… a primal fuck. I hold on tight to you… even lying down the hillock feels a steep incline and I have visions of us sliding down landing at the bottom in an ignominious half-naked heap of arms, legs and unmentionables! We don’t though and we both cum pretty quickly (and quietly) and quickly rearranging our clothing. Just a couple of minutes later a trio of Labradors, one golden, one chocolate and one black came bounding up the hill and made a beeline for us, all wagging their tails and sniffing in places only a dog can get away with. A few moments later their owners (two women around our age) also rounded the corner They gave us a cheery ‘Hello’ and, I thought, a rather strange half smile (They both seemed very taken with you!), before encouraging the dogs to leave us alone as they continued their walk with a couple of backward glances, as the thought crosses my mind that they may have seen us as they continued their walk. I could feel the damp patch in my panties… and have to be honest… it isn’t a particularly pleasant sensation, but I smile to myself thinking about what we were doing just a few minutes previously.
We both stand, and looking around, as again, we seem to have the place to ourselves. You look at me and I watch you as you strip naked and look at me with a questioning look on your face. Without saying anything, I remove the top half of my clothing. All my senses are heightened… not just the feeling of the sun on my skin, but the gentle breeze and any sounds that may indicate someone approaching and continue our walk… after taking some photos of you in this iconic and ancient landscape to post on Flickr (and you take some of me, and, as you’ve not only sussed, but mastered the whole selfie stick thing, a couple of us posing together. We manage to walk for about ten minutes or so before hearing people in the distance, so quickly make ourselves decent. We gather our things and make sure we’re both look OK before continuing our walk and then making our way down and back to the car. It’s early afternoon and we head to Weymouth going the scenic route through villages and along single-track lanes and open countryside. I show you the first flat I bought and where I worked. It was a real trip down memory lane. We had a stroll along the beautiful beachfront and along to the harbour. Nothing much had changed and I felt as though I was in my 20s again. Before heading back we had to have fresh fish and chips at a little restaurant overlooking the harbour. It was really good! By the time we had finished, the tide was coming in and the water was just a short walk from the promenade. A personal rule of mine is that whenever I’m by the sea… I have to at least get my feet wet, so we headed onto the beach and removed our shoes feeling the warm sand under our feet and meandered our way down towards where the water was gently lapping against the sand as it slowly rolled in. It was comfortably cool and very relaxing walking with our feet in the water. We walked for about 15 minutes before heading back up to the road where we’d parked. Our feet were completely dry and we brushed the sand off our feet before putting our shoes back on. It was early evening and we had one more destination to head to before heading back to Cerne Abbas. I had asked you to do the driving this time as part of the road gave me the heebie-jeebies!
The road out to Portland always takes longer than you think it’s going to! At least that’s what I always find, but at last the straight road across the causeway to the island stretches ahead and we drive over. Sadly, the Royal Navy is no longer stationed there. I miss seeing the naval vessels docked. The road narrows and starts to climb going through narrow streets and the small stone houses that line them… with sometimes a small gap between them offering a glimpse of the sea beyond. Then there’s a stretch of road without the houses (the stretch that I don’t like). It’s steep and the road clings to the edge of the cliff… still climbing. Eventually, we reach the top and I show you the turning to a small car park with a pretty amazing view over Chesil Beach. We both get out with our cameras. The sun is glinting on the water and it seems to sparkle in the light. It does look very beautiful. When we’re done, we get back into the car, with me now in the driving seat. I take the car to a more secluded part of the car park and remove my blouse and bra… and do up my seatbelt. The uneven surface making my exposed bits wobble and bounce bit. Your eyes are transfixed as I steer the car out onto the road again. We go passed one of the Portland Stone quarries, but otherwise, the drive to Portland Bill isn’t particularly memorable… other than you getting out your phone to take a couple of photos and a video or two of me driving… well, of my unrestrained boobs doing their own thing as we hit any uneven surface… which was surprisingly often. I don’t think you actually saw much of the Island! We arrived. Any crowds had gone and it was lovely and quiet with very few cars parked. I put my blouse back on… (you won’t return my bra to me), and we got out for a wander. As it was evening, the lighthouse was closed to the public, but still a beautiful thing to see. When I had lived in Weymouth, many a night you could hear the mournful sound of the foghorn when the mists rolled in hiding some treacherous rocks from anything on the water. I’m a sucker for rocks and water, and Portland has both, At the Bill, the sea does, more often than not, have good waves that crash onto the rocks and good photos are always taken! The film The Cruel Sea was filmed just off the island because of the wonderful seascape there. We seemed to have the place to ourselves and the lure of getting your kit off was proving to be too strong for you, so, for the second time that day, I watch you get naked and pop your clothes into your rucksack. I can’t help but admire you. Emboldened by your lead, I remove my blouse and stuff it into my bag. Even with the breeze coming in off the sea, it’s still pleasantly warm. The sun is dropping in the sky but the rocks retain the day’s heat well. It was a beautiful evening. We pottered about, admiring the view, watching the waves and loving the sounds of the sea. I watched you as you brought your camera to your eye and took a photo of the waves, walked up behind you and rested a hand on your shoulder…. Loving the feel of your skin beneath my hand. You take your photos and then turn round pulling in to kiss me. Your naked skin against mine feels so good, and I suddenly want so much more than just your touch which possibly, picked up from the way I kissed you. The rocks had some clearly defined layers and where some had eroded away, there were some natural steps down taking us out of anyone’s line of vision which we carefully negotiated. Once out of sight the kissing quickly became a full-on snog. Your cock was noticeably waking up so I perched on a rock at seat height just behind me and took you into my mouth. You lean forward slightly and put an arm out onto the rock to support yourself. You feel and taste so good and your hips are gently rocking, moving your now, rock-hard cock in and out of my mouth and then put your hand on my shoulder as you withdraw yourself and help me to stand bringing your mouth down hard on mine before saying, “Turn round”. I don’t need to be asked twice and turn around leaning forwards with now me using my hand on the rock to steady myself. You rub yourself against me remarking on how wet I am and then expertly find my entrance, pushing yourself against me and sliding in. As always (apparently) at this point, I let out a moan of pleasure. Again, we both orgasm fairly quickly. The one downside of sex in a public place is you can’t really linger after. Bow the Sun’s gone down, the temperature is dropping and we both get dressed… for warmth rather than modesty. There is something about sex outdoors that heightens the sensations, the excitement. I don’t know if it’s the fresh air on your skin, the sounds of nature around you or the possibility of someone stumbling across us, but it’s always good. Always memorable. I must admit, I’m exhausted after a day with more fresh air and exercise than I’m used to and dozed off on the sofa while we watch something on the telly. You woke me up so I could crawl into bed. We both snuggled naked into each other and fell into a deep sleep.
Once again you’re up before me the next morning but have busied yourself soft boiling some eggs and making toast which you’d buttered and cut into soldiers and the smell of good freshly ground coffee wafts around… A perfect Sunday morning breakfast in bed which doesn’t last long once we tuck in… And very good it was too! Today, the pretty historic village of Abbotsbury is our destination starting at the Swannery in the morning, followed by a very good pub lunch. Before leaving the pub I head to the loo with your whispered request for me to remove my bra ringing in my ears. As I walk back over to you, I feel very self-conscious. You know just by looking that I’m now braless… To me, it feels as though everything under my cardigan is on the move with every step. The afternoon is spent meandering around the beautiful Subtropical Gardens. As we are there out of season, although it’s a weekend, it isn’t too busy and we often find ourselves alone… or at least, no one else in sight or earshot. It then becomes clear why you had asked me to wear the light, loose cardigan as you encourage me to flash my boobs at every opportunity while you take photo after photo. I point out it’s all a bit one-sided and when we’re sure it's safe… you flash your (hardening) cock with me, taking photo after photo. Suddenly there seem to be a lot of voices… You have just enough time to make yourself decent before the start of a throng of people seem to be everywhere which ends the opportunity to flash, so we busy ourselves admiring the plants, lush foliage and endless birdsong as we head slowly to the exit. There are two coaches parked nearby which accounts for the sudden crowds! We find the car and you reach over to give me a kiss and undo all the buttons on my cardy before I move off to head back to the cottage. As soon as we’re out of the village, you ask me to open the cardy so my breasts are fully visible. You get your phone out and start to video them as again, every bump in the road is making them move and jiggle and vibrate and a couple of times you reach over to touch them. Once in the private drive we head inside. As soon as the door is shut you pull me back and pin me against the wall in a passionate snog. My hands go to your hair before again, my hand pulls your arse against me, your hard cock impossible not to notice. You push my cardigan off my shoulders as I almost rip the buttons off your shirt…It seems the afternoon has aroused you as much as it has me. The front door has been shut less than ten seconds and we both have tops off and shorts/trousers and pants around our ankles. My leg lifts up and goes around you as your cock just slides into my very wet pussy. You start thrusting immediately, each thrust pushing me back against the wall. I’m holding on for dear life. I’m moaning and you’re moaning and grunting. There’s passion and then there’s undiluted passion… This was the latter. I’ve never known anything like it as I meet each of your thrusts It was raw, intensely erotic and passionate… in every sense of the word. A whole body, all-enveloping experience. As I orgasm my legs almost go from under me and it’s a minute or two before I’m able to ‘walk’ to the kitchen and put the kettle on to make some tea. The evening is once again spent on the sofa, chilled and are struggling to stay awake… so head up for a bath/soak before falling into bed where we both fall asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillows and sleep soundly.
The next morning, the alarm wakes us. Neither of us wants to get up, but we have to be up, packed, and ready to leave by ten when the owner comes to collect the keys. We both rave about her cottage and our stay before thanking her and loading the car up for our return trip. This time I get to enjoy the uneventful journey as you drive us back.
Just one thing to add… A few days after our return I find a message from an old school friend on Facebook asking if I’d been to Dorset recently. I replied that I had to which she responded “We thought it was you” with a winking emoji after.
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isle_of_Portland
https://www.google.com/search?q=maiden+castle&rlz=1C1CHBF_en-GBGB997GB997&sxsrf=AJOqlzXWG4D8PIBcVyJEAutWgfuG7z9VFw:1674513482409&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwi6lKnq4N78AhVq_bsIHWZ1CEgQ_AUoAXoECAEQAw&biw=1262&bih=583&dpr=1.5
https://www.english-heritage.org.uk/visit/places/maiden-castle/
https://www.google.com/maps/place/Maiden+Castle/@50.6955191,-2.4746399,1523m/data=!3m1!1e3!4m5!3m4!1s0x0:0xbab54ae0ca2279e!8m2!3d50.6955191!4d-2.4746399
http://www.bajrfed.co.uk/archive/index.php?thread-4370-2.html
http://news.bbc.co.uk/local/dorset/hi/people_and_places/history/newsid_8943000/8943348.stm
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DORSET: At last, the weekend I’ve been looking forward to for months has arrived. It’s my first chance to show you one of my favourite parts of England and places that I have a genuine affection for, with many long-standing friends in the area, although this time, we aren’t planning to meet up with any. I insist on driving as you’ve had a full-on week and can see how tired you are but know you won’t admit it! Besides, I know this area well and don’t want you to miss anything while keeping your eyes on the road. I opt to go the A303 route, for no other reason than it means going past Stonehenge. Although having gone regularly hundreds of times up and down to Dorset since the late 60s, seeing Stonehenge has never lost its thrill and I have fond memories of regularly stopping there for lunch, sitting on the stones and usually having the place to ourselves. From the road, it looks surprisingly small and if you didn’t know it was there, it would be easy to miss! I can’t bring myself to go there now. It’s a small fortune to get in, always heaving with people...and you can’t get near the stones. It really has lost its magic, stillness and air of mystery... such is progress! As we continue enroute I point out the various ancient hill forts and burial mounds dotted around and simply part of the landscape. Eventually, at Wincanton, we turn on to the B3145 towards Sherborne, and I can feel myself relax as the feeling of going home fills me. I’d found a delightful Airbnb in Cerne Abbas and took delight in driving along these well-known (to me) roads again, and I’m relieved that the satnav actually manages to find our bolthole for the next few nights. The key is where we’d been told it would be and we let ourselves in. There’s a pretty small glass vase with a posy of wildflowers and a small welcome hamper on the kitchen table with some artisan bread, chocolates, a bottle of wine and some fruit and nibbles which I rummage through as you bring in the bags. In the fridge was some fresh milk. I’d made a meal to be warmed up on our arrival which I set about preparing. It was around 6 pm and we are both tired. You go outside into the garden to stretch your legs and discover a wooden table and chairs on an old flagstone patio which you suggest would be the place to eat supper. I serve up and we carry our meals out to the table with our cutlery and set it out. You go in to get the wine and some glasses. As we sit down, we’re struck by the simple beauty of the place and the air of tranquillity. In a field not far away a cow mooed. It was cooling down after a warm day and there was a gentle evening breeze. The food was good and the company even better. I feel the exhaustion of the long drive easing, with the glass of wine probably helping. Pudding was simply raspberries and cream. After we’d eaten we wander around the gorgeous and deceptively simple garden full of traditional cottage and wildflowers. There are quite a few midges attracted to water in the stream at the boundary between the garden and the field so we make our way inside taking our plates etc with us, and load up the dishwasher before heading into the cosy sitting room and fall onto the very inviting sofa with you at one end, and me sitting next to and leaning back into you as your arm comes around me resting on my shoulders, your fingers stroking my long hair which sends delightful shivers down my spine. I turn my head and you lean in to kiss me gently on the mouth, and I settle back into you utterly content. Your hand leaves my hair and finds its way into my shirt gently resting on my breast. Your touch is, for me, electric and my breath quickens. You wiggle sitting yourself up a little more and take a sip or two of wine, asking if I want mine passed over. I do, and sit up to take a couple of sips before handing it back for you to put safely back on the table next to you again. I’m half facing you. As you turn back you move my hair back so you can unbutton my blouse until it’s open from top to bottom. You open it with your hands and place a hand on my left breast. I need so much to feel your skin and reach up to undo your shirt buttons from top to bottom, opening yours as you had mine and placing my hand on your chest. You look at me and ask if you can undress me knowing what the answer would be. I just lean forward and kiss your chest. Your skin has a very slightly salty taste. I don’t want to stop and move my mouth kissing your chest all over letting my tongue run across your nipples. You put a hand on my cheek and motioned for me to lift my head where I found your mouth searching for mine. The kisses are both tender and passionate becoming deeper and deeper. I find myself sitting astride you as you push my blouse off my shoulders and lift my breasts out of the bra... “Take it off,” you say pushing the straps down my arms as I reach behind to undo the hooks. As soon as they’re free you bury your head in them with your hands on either side of them pushing them against your face. Your beard adds to the wonderful spine tingling sensations. You take a nipple into your mouth. I’m not quite sure why or how, but the feeling is intense and seems to connect directly to my pussy as I let out a quiet moan of pure pleasure. You sit up a little and look at me... “Come and join me in the shower?” I clamber off you and you stand and pull me to my feet. You take the now empty wine glasses into the kitchen and put them in the sink before turning for the stairs... You look at me and undo your trousers letting them drop to the floor and then your pants stepping out of them. I break into a big grin watching you. You slowly walk over to me and say “Your turn”. My skirt is one of those long Indian crinkle cotton ones with an elasticated waist which just drops to the floor once it’s over my hips. I slowly lower my panties as I make my way to the stairs. You’re close behind me and ease them down as I go up the stairs helping me step out of them and then I feel your mouth on my pussy lips as I lift a leg to go up another step. It feels so good, I just stop which you take as an invitation to keep going and the next couple of minutes continue your ministrations as you lick and kiss and tease my pussy from behind. You straighten up and say “Come on woman.... I thought we were heading to the shower” with a broad grin on your face. Finally, we make it to the top of the stairs and the bathroom with a huge walk-in shower at one end. I find my less-than-glamorous shower cap and when the water’s up to temperature we stand under the lovely warm water and soap each other with some lovely smelling very sudsy soap on a sponge. We take turns washing each other. There’s a lot of laughing and teasing. Touching and caressing. We end up with a full-on snog, and your very hard cock pressing up against me. I turn and lean forward, supporting myself leaning against the tiled wall and look around. I see you taking up your position behind me and pumping your cock before sliding it between my legs and rubbing yourself against me between my pussy lips before placing the head at my entrance. I can feel gentle but firm pressure as you slowly push forward until that ‘pop’ when you’re suddenly inside me. I push myself back on you as you also move forward. We stop for a few moments. I can feel myself tightening around you and consciously tighten my muscles to gently squeeze you. You reach forwards with your hands searching for my boobs and holding them. We’re slowly rocking against each other, just enough that I can feel you moving inside me which feels incredibly good and increasingly arousing. You’re rocking gently and point to our left… I look and see a full-length mirror on the wall… a bit steamed up, but not so much that we can’t see ourselves. You catch my eye and give a little wave which makes me smile. As we watch you’re upping the tempo. My boobs are starting to move uncontrollably under me which again feels really good. I know your orgasm is approaching. The sounds you make and the change in your breathing and increase in tempo and then the frenetic thrusts as it begins. I love the feeling as you cum, thrusting against me and the sounds you make. You don’t withdraw and we remain as one as long as we can before your cock slips out of me. I straighten myself, but still face the wall of the shower with my head looking at the reflection of you standing behind me, holding me close. It’s a lovely image. Though I didn’t orgasm, I feel more than satisfied.
I sleep well and the next morning I awake with the sun streaming in through the curtains. You’re already up and half-dressed with a pair of long loose cotton shorts and canvas shoes on. Sleepily I fall out of bed and head to the bathroom where a quick shower dissolves any remaining dozeysiness, dry myself and get dressed in light denim jeggings with a white cotton bra, shirt, and tie my hair back in a simple ponytail before going downstairs for toast and coffee. I get out my computer to check out the new route to our destination. At last, we’re in the car and on our way. It was about a twenty-minute drive and as we turned into the road which leads to it I had the feeling of excitement in the pit of my stomach. You hadn’t been before and I just hope that after the build-up with my waxing lyrical about the place, when you actually see it for the first time that it isn’t a disappointment. Suddenly I could see it in the distance and automatically slowed the car down looking at it with the same sense of awe and wonder I felt when I first saw it, with that lovely sense of coming home or seeing an old friend for the first time in years. I feel both peaceful and at the same time excited. It’s a place that has been special to me for the past 50 years, and I had shared it only with very, very, few. I don’t think you understand the significance of me bringing you here... and I’m not sure I want you to know. Once in the car park, I put on my thick socks, walking boots and rucksack containing thermos, camera and some delicious-looking and still warm small quiches and brownies from a local bakery, lock the car and together we start the slow climb up the gentle to middling incline. I had forgotten just how long it takes to get to the top. Forty-odd years ago I could make it from the car park to the top in maybe ten minutes, but now it was taking a lot more effort and several stops to catch my breath. The gently sinuous path made its way up towards the ramparts and the ‘concealed’ way in, and then, there we are with it laid out ahead of us. The tall earth bank on either side that went round the entire circumference of the long, elongated hill, though we can’t see to the other end about a kilometre away as the ground gently rises hiding it from view. The other side of the earth bank dropped about two or three times deeper than the bit we could see. I was always in total awe of the sheer scale of the place and the knowledge that it was built before metal had been discovered, so using just stones and possibly discarded deer antlers to move and shape these phenomenal amounts of earth. I realised you were giving me the look everyone gave me when I started rabbiting on about it and looked sheepishly at my feet realising it was probably a bit much, but you gently took my hand and said, “Keep talking. Tell me more”, so I did, talking about the dig by Mortimer Wheeler in the early part of last century where they had buried a crocodile (from memory) for the next people to dig there to find...which in the 80’s, they did. The Roman attack, and the skeleton with a spear/arrowhead in a spine vertebra… testament to the fierce battle which raged there... the Romans won. It always struck me how a place that had known such horrors could feel so peaceful. The sheep were grazing on the rough grass keeping it from getting too long and we slowly walked from one end to the other until we reached the other entrance where the ramparts dropped to let a path through. On the other side is a small hill, then another path and then the rampart makes its way all the way back to the way we came in originally. I was making for the small hill between the break in the ramparts… My hill. The place I had spent hours and hours either just thinking or admiring the view or revising for exams. You and I both make ourselves comfortable, find the food and hot drink and quietly munch just looking at the view. At the bottom, the old main road to Weymouth goes past, but there’s no sound from the, sometimes heavy, traffic. You put your hand over mine and just say “Thank you for bringing me here.” and kiss my mouth. I kiss you back. We hear a sound and both start looking for the helicopter that’s making in and see one of the large navy helicopters approaching and keep watching as it flies over and off in the direction of RNAS Yeovilton. We seem to be the only people there and I’m starting to feel drowsy after the walk and the meal. The sky’s blue and the air’s warm. You and I seem to have the same idea and just lie back onto the hill allowing our eyes to close and drift off into a lovely post-lunch nap. I wake up goodness knows how much later aware that my hair was being played with. Sleepily I open my eyes. You’re lying on your side facing me. One hand/arm supporting your head and your free hand in my hair. “Hello sleepyhead,” you say. Your hand rests on my tummy before your fingers find the bottom edge of my blouse and your hand makes its way inside, up over my tummy to my breast over my bra. You lean in to kiss me gently which I return, my arms going around you. As it ends you look up and around us observing that we seem to be the only ones here. I smile as I now know what you have on your mind… “Are we?” I ask feigning surprise. “I think so” you respond casually and then look at me. Your fingers are now rubbing and playing with my nipple through my bra. I know it’s hard as it feels so sensitive. You have manoeuvred yourself so our legs are alternating. I can feel your cock gently pulsing against my thigh and wonder if you’re going to say/ask anything. I am becoming so aroused just thinking about what might be about to happen. You kiss me again, hard on my mouth and I hear myself gently moan. You lift your head and look at me and I give an almost imperceptible nod and start rubbing yourself against me and I push myself up against you. You bury your head between my neck and shoulder. I whisper in your ear that I want you and you almost growl back that you need me. We both lift our heads like a couple of meerkats looking around and listening for any possible voices in the vicinity. Nothing. We look at each other as you move to one side so that you can undo your shorts and lower them… “just enough” and I do the same with my jeans and panties. We have another quick look around as I reach down to find you and guide you in. I have never known you so big and hard. I rub the head of your cock against me adding my lubrication to yours and then you just slide into me… to the hilt. Without any ceremony, we both move against each other both needing our own and each other’s release… a primal fuck. I hold on tight to you… even lying down the hillock feels a steep incline and I have visions of us sliding down landing at the bottom in an ignominious half-naked heap of arms, legs and unmentionables! We don’t though and we both cum pretty quickly (and quietly) and quickly rearranging our clothing. Just a couple of minutes later a trio of Labradors, one golden, one chocolate and one black came bounding up the hill and made a beeline for us, all wagging their tails and sniffing in places only a dog can get away with. A few moments later their owners (two women around our age) also rounded the corner They gave us a cheery ‘Hello’ and, I thought, a rather strange half smile (They both seemed very taken with you!), before encouraging the dogs to leave us alone as they continued their walk with a couple of backward glances, as the thought crosses my mind that they may have seen us as they continued their walk. I could feel the damp patch in my panties… and have to be honest… it isn’t a particularly pleasant sensation, but I smile to myself thinking about what we were doing just a few minutes previously.
We both stand, and looking around, as again, we seem to have the place to ourselves. You look at me and I watch you as you strip naked and look at me with a questioning look on your face. Without saying anything, I remove the top half of my clothing. All my senses are heightened… not just the feeling of the sun on my skin, but the gentle breeze and any sounds that may indicate someone approaching and continue our walk… after taking some photos of you in this iconic and ancient landscape to post on Flickr (and you take some of me, and, as you’ve not only sussed, but mastered the whole selfie stick thing, a couple of us posing together. We manage to walk for about ten minutes or so before hearing people in the distance, so quickly make ourselves decent. We gather our things and make sure we’re both look OK before continuing our walk and then making our way down and back to the car. It’s early afternoon and we head to Weymouth going the scenic route through villages and along single-track lanes and open countryside. I show you the first flat I bought and where I worked. It was a real trip down memory lane. We had a stroll along the beautiful beachfront and along to the harbour. Nothing much had changed and I felt as though I was in my 20s again. Before heading back we had to have fresh fish and chips at a little restaurant overlooking the harbour. It was really good! By the time we had finished, the tide was coming in and the water was just a short walk from the promenade. A personal rule of mine is that whenever I’m by the sea… I have to at least get my feet wet, so we headed onto the beach and removed our shoes feeling the warm sand under our feet and meandered our way down towards where the water was gently lapping against the sand as it slowly rolled in. It was comfortably cool and very relaxing walking with our feet in the water. We walked for about 15 minutes before heading back up to the road where we’d parked. Our feet were completely dry and we brushed the sand off our feet before putting our shoes back on. It was early evening and we had one more destination to head to before heading back to Cerne Abbas. I had asked you to do the driving this time as part of the road gave me the heebie-jeebies!
The road out to Portland always takes longer than you think it’s going to! At least that’s what I always find, but at last the straight road across the causeway to the island stretches ahead and we drive over. Sadly, the Royal Navy is no longer stationed there. I miss seeing the naval vessels docked. The road narrows and starts to climb going through narrow streets and the small stone houses that line them… with sometimes a small gap between them offering a glimpse of the sea beyond. Then there’s a stretch of road without the houses (the stretch that I don’t like). It’s steep and the road clings to the edge of the cliff… still climbing. Eventually, we reach the top and I show you the turning to a small car park with a pretty amazing view over Chesil Beach. We both get out with our cameras. The sun is glinting on the water and it seems to sparkle in the light. It does look very beautiful. When we’re done, we get back into the car, with me now in the driving seat. I take the car to a more secluded part of the car park and remove my blouse and bra… and do up my seatbelt. The uneven surface making my exposed bits wobble and bounce bit. Your eyes are transfixed as I steer the car out onto the road again. We go passed one of the Portland Stone quarries, but otherwise, the drive to Portland Bill isn’t particularly memorable… other than you getting out your phone to take a couple of photos and a video or two of me driving… well, of my unrestrained boobs doing their own thing as we hit any uneven surface… which was surprisingly often. I don’t think you actually saw much of the Island! We arrived. Any crowds had gone and it was lovely and quiet with very few cars parked. I put my blouse back on… (you won’t return my bra to me), and we got out for a wander. As it was evening, the lighthouse was closed to the public, but still a beautiful thing to see. When I had lived in Weymouth, many a night you could hear the mournful sound of the foghorn when the mists rolled in hiding some treacherous rocks from anything on the water. I’m a sucker for rocks and water, and Portland has both, At the Bill, the sea does, more often than not, have good waves that crash onto the rocks and good photos are always taken! The film The Cruel Sea was filmed just off the island because of the wonderful seascape there. We seemed to have the place to ourselves and the lure of getting your kit off was proving to be too strong for you, so, for the second time that day, I watch you get naked and pop your clothes into your rucksack. I can’t help but admire you. Emboldened by your lead, I remove my blouse and stuff it into my bag. Even with the breeze coming in off the sea, it’s still pleasantly warm. The sun is dropping in the sky but the rocks retain the day’s heat well. It was a beautiful evening. We pottered about, admiring the view, watching the waves and loving the sounds of the sea. I watched you as you brought your camera to your eye and took a photo of the waves, walked up behind you and rested a hand on your shoulder…. Loving the feel of your skin beneath my hand. You take your photos and then turn round pulling in to kiss me. Your naked skin against mine feels so good, and I suddenly want so much more than just your touch which possibly, picked up from the way I kissed you. The rocks had some clearly defined layers and where some had eroded away, there were some natural steps down taking us out of anyone’s line of vision which we carefully negotiated. Once out of sight the kissing quickly became a full-on snog. Your cock was noticeably waking up so I perched on a rock at seat height just behind me and took you into my mouth. You lean forward slightly and put an arm out onto the rock to support yourself. You feel and taste so good and your hips are gently rocking, moving your now, rock-hard cock in and out of my mouth and then put your hand on my shoulder as you withdraw yourself and help me to stand bringing your mouth down hard on mine before saying, “Turn round”. I don’t need to be asked twice and turn around leaning forwards with now me using my hand on the rock to steady myself. You rub yourself against me remarking on how wet I am and then expertly find my entrance, pushing yourself against me and sliding in. As always (apparently) at this point, I let out a moan of pleasure. Again, we both orgasm fairly quickly. The one downside of sex in a public place is you can’t really linger after. Bow the Sun’s gone down, the temperature is dropping and we both get dressed… for warmth rather than modesty. There is something about sex outdoors that heightens the sensations, the excitement. I don’t know if it’s the fresh air on your skin, the sounds of nature around you or the possibility of someone stumbling across us, but it’s always good. Always memorable. I must admit, I’m exhausted after a day with more fresh air and exercise than I’m used to and dozed off on the sofa while we watch something on the telly. You woke me up so I could crawl into bed. We both snuggled naked into each other and fell into a deep sleep.
Once again you’re up before me the next morning but have busied yourself soft boiling some eggs and making toast which you’d buttered and cut into soldiers and the smell of good freshly ground coffee wafts around… A perfect Sunday morning breakfast in bed which doesn’t last long once we tuck in… And very good it was too! Today, the pretty historic village of Abbotsbury is our destination starting at the Swannery in the morning, followed by a very good pub lunch. Before leaving the pub I head to the loo with your whispered request for me to remove my bra ringing in my ears. As I walk back over to you, I feel very self-conscious. You know just by looking that I’m now braless… To me, it feels as though everything under my cardigan is on the move with every step. The afternoon is spent meandering around the beautiful Subtropical Gardens. As we are there out of season, although it’s a weekend, it isn’t too busy and we often find ourselves alone… or at least, no one else in sight or earshot. It then becomes clear why you had asked me to wear the light, loose cardigan as you encourage me to flash my boobs at every opportunity while you take photo after photo. I point out it’s all a bit one-sided and when we’re sure it's safe… you flash your (hardening) cock with me, taking photo after photo. Suddenly there seem to be a lot of voices… You have just enough time to make yourself decent before the start of a throng of people seem to be everywhere which ends the opportunity to flash, so we busy ourselves admiring the plants, lush foliage and endless birdsong as we head slowly to the exit. There are two coaches parked nearby which accounts for the sudden crowds! We find the car and you reach over to give me a kiss and undo all the buttons on my cardy before I move off to head back to the cottage. As soon as we’re out of the village, you ask me to open the cardy so my breasts are fully visible. You get your phone out and start to video them as again, every bump in the road is making them move and jiggle and vibrate and a couple of times you reach over to touch them. Once in the private drive we head inside. As soon as the door is shut you pull me back and pin me against the wall in a passionate snog. My hands go to your hair before again, my hand pulls your arse against me, your hard cock impossible not to notice. You push my cardigan off my shoulders as I almost rip the buttons off your shirt…It seems the afternoon has aroused you as much as it has me. The front door has been shut less than ten seconds and we both have tops off and shorts/trousers and pants around our ankles. My leg lifts up and goes around you as your cock just slides into my very wet pussy. You start thrusting immediately, each thrust pushing me back against the wall. I’m holding on for dear life. I’m moaning and you’re moaning and grunting. There’s passion and then there’s undiluted passion… This was the latter. I’ve never known anything like it as I meet each of your thrusts It was raw, intensely erotic and passionate… in every sense of the word. A whole body, all-enveloping experience. As I orgasm my legs almost go from under me and it’s a minute or two before I’m able to ‘walk’ to the kitchen and put the kettle on to make some tea. The evening is once again spent on the sofa, chilled and are struggling to stay awake… so head up for a bath/soak before falling into bed where we both fall asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillows and sleep soundly.
The next morning, the alarm wakes us. Neither of us wants to get up, but we have to be up, packed, and ready to leave by ten when the owner comes to collect the keys. We both rave about her cottage and our stay before thanking her and loading the car up for our return trip. This time I get to enjoy the uneventful journey as you drive us back.
Just one thing to add… A few days after our return I find a message from an old school friend on Facebook asking if I’d been to Dorset recently. I replied that I had to which she responded “We thought it was you” with a winking emoji after.
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isle_of_Portland
https://www.google.com/search?q=maiden+castle&rlz=1C1CHBF_en-GBGB997GB997&sxsrf=AJOqlzXWG4D8PIBcVyJEAutWgfuG7z9VFw:1674513482409&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwi6lKnq4N78AhVq_bsIHWZ1CEgQ_AUoAXoECAEQAw&biw=1262&bih=583&dpr=1.5
https://www.english-heritage.org.uk/visit/places/maiden-castle/
https://www.google.com/maps/place/Maiden+Castle/@50.6955191,-2.4746399,1523m/data=!3m1!1e3!4m5!3m4!1s0x0:0xbab54ae0ca2279e!8m2!3d50.6955191!4d-2.4746399
http://www.bajrfed.co.uk/archive/index.php?thread-4370-2.html
http://news.bbc.co.uk/local/dorset/hi/people_and_places/history/newsid_8943000/8943348.stm
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