Written By: Mistress Cruella DeVil
part 2 The Meadow
Passing his glass to her, his hand touched hers only fleetingly, but the electricity that passed between them seemed to startle her. Kneeling next to the basket, trying to put the things away quickly, but without trying to seem nervous, she managed to store them in the basket.
He spoke to her, saying that it was time he left, he seemed to sense that she felt nervous all of a sudden. And she knew that he did not want to intrude any longer than necessary, so she thanked him for his company. He got up and put his jacket on, she too stood up, so she did not seem so awkward sitting while he was standing. He held out his hand towards her and she took it in hers and they shook hands, he did not release it straight away, but held it for several seconds longer than he should have.
Gazing into her eyes, it seemed that his eyes were smiling as well, thanking her again, she heard him say, but shaking her head to come back to reality as his words seemed to drift away. Her thoughts had drifted and she saw in her mind eye him kissing her, yet it did not happen only in her thoughts.
He walked back the way he came and went into the woods; she looked at him and watched him fade into the distance. Sitting back down, with her knees tucked up and resting her head on her knees, she thought about what had happened. And how she had actually enjoyed herself more than she had realised. She was even smiling at the thought of him and also that he had wanted to meet with her for some time.
Closing her eyes a little and feeling the wind on her face, the warm breeze and the sun had made this day seem even better. And wanting to absorb what had just happened she closed them and imagined his face. She lay they�re for a while just thinking about him and the way he smiled and the way he talked. Oh how nice he seemed and how handsome he was. Lying with her head on her knees she drifted into a sleep.
At first she could feel something soft touching her neck and then a little firmer, it sent shivers down her back. Then she felt the touch of a hand stroking the back of her neck and her hair. Oh how good it felt to be touched, then her neck was being kissed along the nape of her neck then her ears. Lifting her heads slightly so she could enjoy the feel of it, and feels the ripples that ran through her veins.
It always did that when someone kissed her neck, it even made her become a little moist as well. That and wine always used to turn her on.
The cotton dress she had on had buttons down the front, and as she was leaning back against him he slid his hands down the front of the dress, some of the buttons popping open as he did this. She could feel him touching her breasts and tweaking her nipple through his fingertips. Oh this was too good to be true, it also was really turning her on, this and the combination of the wine. And the thing that shocked her a little was she was allowing this to happen and no attempt to stop it at all.
She had not had someone in a long time and this felt good and she did not want it to end. She did not care; she just wanted it to carry on. He turned her head slightly and began to kiss her lips, he was so gentle and caring, she kissed him back a little harder, and with a passion she had not felt before.
Turning round to face him, her dress slightly open showing her breasts, also seeing the turned up breasts with the nipples fully erect seemed to arouse him even further, Leaning forward he nestled his face into the dress and began to suck on her nipple while his hands were roaming around her body.
His hands sliding down the dress and then underneath it, touching the flesh on her legs. It was heaven; ripples of warmth and delight ran through out her body. She was not sure she could endure this much longer, but she did not want it to stop either. His face came away from her breasts and his lips began there way back up her neck to her lips.He kissed deeply and passionately and the heat that she could feel coursing through her veins was like nothing she had felt before.
She could feel his hands sliding up her legs, up to her knickers, his fingers running round the rim and then his hands inching there way inside, oh how every tiny movement was like an electric shock to her but not in a painful way but of delight. She could feel him work his fingers in side and she could feel the wetness even before his fingers slid into it. This was more than she was going to be able to stand, his lips working on hers and his hands working down there as well. Never in her life has she felt such excitement as this, and never has she felt so turned on and so alive, and also she realises that this is a stranger, she has never met before, and she is allowing him to do this too her.
She can feel moisture on her face, a little to start with and then more and more, faster and faster.
Opening her eyes she sees that she is alone, and the rain is falling onto her face, he has not been here doing those things to her, it was a dream. She stands up and collects her things running to the car that is parked at the other side of the meadow. She makes it to the car in time not to be to soaking wet.
Sitting in the car she shivers, as she could not believe that it was a dream, it was so vivid and so realistic. She could feel his touch and his kiss yet he had never been there doing these things.
As she drives the car down the road she sees him in then pouring rain, stopping she asks him if he wants a lift. Saying that he will only catch a cold if he stays in it any longer. He thanks her and says that he has a cottage not too far away if she would care to drop him off. She takes him to his cottage and as he is getting out he asks, if she would like some tea, it was the least he could do for her, as she had been so nice to him.
She accepts his offer and gets out the car, there is a smile on her face, and perhaps it might not end up being a dream after all.