Country Pleasures

by Bond, Primula

  ‘My sons said a lot of things. Mostly extremely complimentary about you, I may say, although I had to tick them off for rampaging through the local fauna and flora the minute they came off the M5.’

  Jonathan walked across to another table and handed her a glass of champagne. Janie sipped greedily, the bubbles popping on her tongue and going straight to her head.

  ‘No ticking off necessary, I can assure you. I can’t remember when I ever had such a good time,’ she remarked, adopting his formal tone. ‘They are a credit to you.’

  They both laughed in low, dirty chuckles, and clinked their glasses.

  ‘But they seemed to think the house was rented, too,’ Janie went on.

  ‘Well, it was rented, but it’s come up for sale while I’ve been here,’ Jonathan explained. ‘Jack and I had a tussle over it but I won. It’s back to the drawing board at that old wreck of a farm for him.’

  ‘Jack.’ Her stomach gave a flutter. ‘Is he here?’

  ‘Not tonight. He was called back to London. Some medical emergency at his practice, but he’ll be back in a day or two.’

  ‘Oh, thank goodness,’ she said, but still her stomach plunged with disappointment.

  ‘Old love, is he? Asked Jonathan. ‘That’s the impression he gave me.’

  Janie eyed her host, remembering Sally’s harsh words about him. It was so easy to be charmed into opening up to him. She decided to play it cool.

  ‘No, childhood playmates, that’s all. I just wanted to talk to him about renovating the farm. It’s what I do.’

  ‘No need for any of that here, is there, Jono? This place is like a new pin.’

  Janie felt something soft pressing up against her arm and looked down to see a very large round breast encased in scarlet lace nudging at the crook of her elbow. Her eyes travelled upwards to see the olive skin and flashing black eyes of a woman she hadn’t seen before. She looked exotic and dangerous as she stood on the beach in her scarlet lace mini-dress. Next to her Janie suddenly felt, in her long floaty dress, too demure and dreary.

  ‘Mimi! I don’t recall inviting you!’ Jonathan exclaimed, looking flustered. He glanced across the gathering at Sally, who was glaring over at them from between the two golden boys. One of them raised a curl of hair that was stuck behind her ear and whispered something. Sally’s mouth crinkled into a smile, though her eyes remained fixed on Janie’s group. The brothers nudged each other and pulled Sally further along the beach.

  ‘No offence taken,’ Mimi replied, then took a champagne glass out of his hand and drained it. Her voice was gravelly, the result of several cigarettes a day, Janie reckoned. ‘I rarely get invited to posh do’s like this. Maddock hates them, but you’re glad I pitched up, aren’t you? Admit it. You’re always glad to see me.’

  ‘Jane, this is Mimi,’ Jonathan explained. ‘The local barmaid.’

  Jonathan walked off abruptly to talk to another group of guests who were dressed as if they’d just climbed down the rigging of their boats. They made Sally, Janie and this Mimi look like dogs’ dinners, Janie thought. Over by the water’s edge Sally turned her back to the crowd, lifted her little pink dress right up to her bum, and started paddling.

  ‘What’s his problem? You don’t look like a barmaid,’ Janie remarked, nearly choking on her sausage as the dark woman watched her. ‘Except for the impressive cleavage of course.’

  She had no idea why she had said that, apart from the fact that she couldn’t take her eyes off the tits spilling out of the lace. Mimi was standing close enough for them still to be touching Janie’s arm; almost nudging her own breasts, in fact. Her stomach tightened as she saw how close both pairs were, the exposed nut-brown pair and her own pale ones, the dark valley between them visible beneath the thin fabric of her dress.

  Mimi tipped her long neck back and laughed, and everyone turned to watch her, except Sally, who had waded into the water up to her thighs and was holding her dress right above her waist, oblivious to the party and deafened by the rushing of the waves. The two boys stood on the beach and watched her.

  ‘You’re right there. They’re my best feature, I reckon, and get me jobs you wouldn’t dream of.’ She draped an arm round Janie’s neck and pressed her mouth against her ear. ‘My name’s not really Mimi. It’s Mary, but that’s too … well, prim, don’t you think? Doesn’t suit. And I’m only a barmaid –’ she mimicked Jonathan’s scathing tones ‘– for the summer. Jonathan likes to emphasise that as if it’s an insult. His problem is, he fucked me last week and now he’s embarrassed about it. I guess he thinks I’m beneath him. He’s a mummy’s boy. No balls, these city types.’

  Janie felt a heat spread across her cheek where Mimi’s lips still rested.

  ‘You’re only a barmaid in the summer, you said? What do you do in the winter, then?’

  Mimi took another glass from the tray and wound her arm around Janie’s waist. They started walking on bare feet towards the rocky steps. It was dark now, and a stiff breeze was coming off the water. Quite a few of the guests had already gone up to the house, and Jonathan had also disappeared.

  ‘Darling, your pretty hair would curl if I told you,’ she said, somewhat theatrically. ‘Let’s go up to the pool.’ Mimi laughed, pulling Janie after her. ‘Jono won’t mind. I’ve been coming up here quite a lot to cool off. Can’t stand all that salt water. Your friend OK back there?’

  Halfway up the steep path they turned. In the twilight the tips of the waves gave off flashes of foamy white light, and Sally was pulling off her dress as she waded back to the shore. The boys darted forward and lifted her out of the water. The three of them looked like triplets in this light, tousled yellow heads laughing together, but where the boys were tanned golden, Sally’s petite body was pale as it dangled between them. They carried her like a doll over to a bonfire they had made, and tried to sit her down in the flickering light, but Sally wouldn’t stay still. She was crawling across the sand, pulling at the buttons on the shirt of the older brother. Behind her, the younger brother already had his shirt off and was frantically unbuttoning his soaked jeans.

  ‘That’s Tom, I think,’ remarked Mimi. ‘Or Sam. Can’t tell the difference, though they’re both equally tasty. You have to take the youngsters for a ride, don’t you, just to see what they’re like?’

  She turned Janie’s chin towards her, and Janie felt that weird heat flooding through her whole body this time, not just her face. She was glad the sun had set so no one could see her blushing.

  ‘Want to join them down there? You look as if you’re straining at the leash. Could be fun, I suppose.’

  Janie turned back to look at the beach scene. Sally had undressed the older boy and pushed him onto his back. She continued crawling over him until she was poised over his face. The boy grabbed her buttocks and Sally hung over him, balancing on her hands and knees. Then, very slowly she lowered herself until her pussy was against his mouth, and rocked herself gently back and forth so that the soft curls were brushing against his lips. His head jerked up to try to lick her, and Janie could see that she was teasing him, but she’d be teasing herself more by holding herself away like that, and, sure enough, she sank down, tossing her head back with delight as he started to lick at her.

  The younger boy scratched his head for a moment, and Janie really was tempted to run back down to the beach and give him something to do with the aching erection he held in his hands. She glanced at Mimi. Janie reckoned the pair of them could show him a thing or two. She felt a kick of desire in her and was about to suggest it when Mimi nudged her and pointed. The boy who Janie had straddled and suckled the other day was getting the idea, and he came and stood above his brother’s hidden head, his knees slightly bent. The way Sally was kneeling, she was on a level with his young, erect penis. He thrust it towards her face, and she took it in one hand, balancing herself with the other on the ground, and guided the length towards her mouth.

  ‘Been there, done that, haven’t we? So perhaps we should leave well al
one tonight,’ Mimi murmured, reading Janie’s mind. Janie nodded. She and Sally had reached such an easy harmony over the last few days. She didn’t want to rock the boat by muscling in on Sally’s latest conquest. In any case, her encounter on the beach with those two was far more erotic than this. For a start, it had been lovely and warm out there, hidden amongst the dunes.

  ‘You’re right.’ She chuckled quietly. ‘Anyway, I’m afraid I have the satisfaction of knowing I got there first.’

  ‘I know,’ Mimi answered, equally quietly.

  Janie allowed herself a delicious quiver as she remembered leaning over the younger boy’s face and dangling her nipples into his eager mouth.

  ‘Maybe we could join them – later,’ she said quickly, pretending that it was the evening air that made her shiver. ‘Let’s go and find our host.’

  ‘A swim, I think, in his lovely pool. You like swimming, don’t you?’ asked Mimi.

  She walked ahead of Janie towards the little gate and the low hum of voices wafted across the lawn. Janie watched the barmaid’s wide hips swaying, the tight red dress slipping higher up the brown legs with each upwards step.

  ‘Yes,’ she panted. She didn’t realise she was so unfit. Why was she out of breath? ‘But how do you know I like swimming? And come to think of it, how do you know I got there first with the two boys?’

  Mimi waited for her at the gate.

  ‘I saw you the other morning, in the sea. Wonderful body you have, Jane. I’d never have guessed you were a city girl. You look like you were born to frolic in the waves like some kind of goddess.’

  Janie laughed and tried to push through the gate, but Mimi laid her fingers lightly on Janie’s arm, and her skin shivered again.

  ‘Superb, I thought. You don’t know how good you look, do you? One of my winter jobs is as a nude model. Artists’ studios as well as magazines. I know a sensational body when I see one. I expect those boys thought all their Christmasses had come at once!’

  Somehow, hearing this from a woman filled Janie with a startling, intense pleasure. Men could be relied on to admire anything with a pair of tits, within reason, and they showed their admiration not just by voicing it, but by displaying it with their dicks. She bit her lip as she thought of the various cocks she’d had in the last fortnight, the various ways she’d had them, and her cunt contracted sharply with remembered excitement. But the more adventures she had, the more she began to wonder if something was missing. She thought it was Jack. There was unfinished business with him going back years, not just weeks. But now there was the voluptuous Mimi, so up-front and sure of herself, filling Janie’s head with sweet words and ideas, and refusing to go away.

  ‘I’m flattered,’ she murmured. ‘You’re pretty sensational yourself.’

  ‘Come on.’ Mimi’s plump lips parted in a huge grin. Janie could imagine them wrapped around a giant penis, giving stupendous head. No doubt that’s what every man thought when he looked at Mimi’s mouth. ‘I’ll race you to the pool.’

  Janie hesitated, then picked up her dress and dashed after Mimi’s brown, toned legs. They pushed through a group of startled guests and reached the edge of the oval pool. It was enticing, the sparkling turquoise liquid illuminated by the underwater floodlights. The braziers flickered round the edge, and fairy lights were strung up along the front of the house. Loud music throbbed from inside the open-plan sitting room whose sliding glass doors were open to the terrace

  ‘Terrible taste in music,’ giggled Mimi, grabbing Janie’s hand, and before Janie could take a breath she was pulled into the water with a shriek and a splash. The water was blood temperature. As she surfaced, Janie saw steam rise towards the already black sky. She swam to the shallow end. The water pushed at her gently as Mimi swam underneath and sprang up in front of her, black hair sleek against her scalp. It emphasised her enormous eyes and made her look even more mysterious.

  ‘Best to take that lovely dress off. It will survive if it’s not in the chlorine for too long. Can you unzip mine?’

  She turned and lifted her long hair, and Janie unzipped the red lace dress. Mimi didn’t move, so Janie pushed the dress off her shoulders with some difficulty. It was very tight, and stuck to her wet skin. She brought her hands round to the front of the dress and suddenly it slipped off, so that her fingers brushed against Mimi’s breasts as she tried to catch hold of the dress. Mimi’s head tipped back slightly. Janie knew that was the same movement she made when she was feeling aroused, and wondered if it was the same for Mimi. She felt the soft bouncing of feminine flesh against her hands, and Mimi’s warm back and wet hair pressing back against her, and her breath caught in her throat. The other woman’s big round breasts were just within her grasp and, instead of recoiling from the idea, Janie wanted to wrap her fingers round them. She had never been this close to a naked woman before, except probably Sally but, more amazingly, she had never wanted to touch another woman’s body before. Until now. There was a tense pause, then Mimi swished forwards so that her breasts were pressed right into Janie’s hesitating hands. She wiggled them from side to side, teasing Janie, then suddenly she dodged sideways before Janie could catch hold of her, and pulled the red dress right off, tossing it out of the pool and onto a lounger.

  Janie turned to pull her own dainty dress off, struggling in the water but not wanting to climb up on the steps in front of everyone. She wrung it out carefully and put it on the edge of the pool, doing everything slowly and deliberately to allow the moment of madness to pass. Mimi was just fun-loving, that was all. Of course she wasn’t actually flirting with Janie. She loved men too much. And so did Janie, something she was still a novice at. But when she sank her shoulders back under the water and turned to see where Mimi had got to, the breath caught in her throat again, and the knocking of her heart grew rapidly. Mimi had swum back towards the deeper end and was leaning her head against the tiled side, arms outstretched along the edge, her tits bobbing like air-filled buoys on the surface of the water. Steam rose round them both. Her limbs were feathery as the water shifted, but her breasts were firm like fruit, growing out of the water.

  The insistent knot of excitement tightened in Janie’s belly, and she swam quickly over, not yet sure what she wanted to do. She glanced up at the other guests. Some of them were watching the girls cavorting in the pool, but chatting as they did so, not really paying much attention to a bit of horseplay that might be going on. Jonathan was by the house, deep in conversation, holding a plate of raspberries in his hand. Sally was engrossed down on the beach, and she already knew that Jack wouldn’t be turning up tonight.

  Janie glanced back at Mimi, who was looking straight at her, her lips parted, her tongue tucked into the corner of her mouth, her shoulders right out of the water so that her breasts were in full view. Janie’s nipples hardened like nuts. Surprise washed over her as she realised she was aching to touch Mimi’s glistening skin, and she swam right up to her. She bounced herself against her new friend, her own breasts brushing Mimi’s arm. Still Mimi watched her, her tongue sliding slowly to the other corner of her mouth as if she was finishing a sugary doughnut. Janie floated round behind her, and hesitantly wrapped her arms around Mimi’s tiny waist. For an awful second she felt Mimi stiffen, and Janie feared she had totally misread the scenario. But then she saw Mimi’s cheekbones rise as she smiled. A crazy, untried thought occurred to Janie that, if this was the first time Mimi had responded like this to another woman, then it would be all the more special. But somehow she suspected this wasn’t Mimi’s first girlie experience. She looked as if she’d tried everything under the sun at least once.

  Janie pushed them both away from the wall so that they floated on their backs, Janie beneath and slightly to one side of Mimi. She kept her hands loosely on Mimi’s wide hips, and Mimi spread her arms and legs out like a starfish. As she paddled her hands, her body swayed into Janie’s and, to steady her, Janie slid her hands up over her ribcage. She could feel no bone, only soft, yielding flesh and, as Mimi’s b
reasts bounced against Janie’s palms, she closed around each big mound. Janie was astonished that the feel of Mimi’s tits communicated directly to her own, startling her nipples again into stiffness as if they too were being fondled. She pinched Mimi’s nipples between forefinger and thumb, knowing how good the feeling was, and felt them sharpen into long, strong points. As Janie started to tease each taut tip, Mimi arched her back so that both her boobs and Janie’s fondling hands were visible above the water. Janie squeezed harder and her pussy brushed against Mimi’s bottom. The ball of desire in her stomach started to burn. She kept herself afloat under Mimi’s body and opened her legs a little so that she could rub against the round buttocks.

  Mimi suddenly wriggled away from her and again Janie was appalled. Was this how it worked or not? She had never touched a woman like this before, never even wanted to, let alone made the first move. Had she overstepped the mark already?

  ‘Into the middle, where it’s warmer,’ said Mimi.

  They wafted together into the centre of the pool where they could just stand on their toes. Now they faced each other, and Mimi stared at Janie’s panting mouth. The wicked expression in her eyes and the moist parting of her lips sent lightning through Janie’s belly. She felt drunk with the novelty of it all, the warmth of the water, and the flashing of Mimi’s eyes. Her eyelashes fluttered at Janie as if she were hooking a man. Janie pulled her shoulders towards her, and wound one leg round the back of her thighs to stop her floating away.

  Her fingers made dents in Mimi’s spine and her eyes closed as Janie dared herself to take the initiative, brushing her lips against Mimi’s generous mouth, tickling her lips with the tip of her tongue, still expecting resistance, for Mimi to push away in disgust. But she bumped herself closer, wrapping her arms around Janie, and pressed her lips hard in response.

  There was an electric shock as Mimi’s lips opened further and Janie felt the wet tip of her tongue. Added to the thrill of the kiss was the extraordinary sensation of her soft breasts squashed against Janie’s. Four breasts jostling for space, nestling, crowding into one another, the sharp surprise of a nipple scraping across a nipple. As the two women thrust their tongues fervently around each other’s mouths, their hips started to jerk and writhe in a dance against each other. Janie kept her leg hooked around Mimi’s, and her pussy-lips parted to let her tingling clit rub up and down whichever part of the other woman she could make contact with. She danced Mimi round in a circle to get the full force of the friction and the full sensation of squeezing herself, breast on breast, as they kissed passionately in the steaming water.