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Subject: {ASSM} A Job in the Country Ch.2 1/1 (Hetro, slow-lots of storyline)
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------------------- Blurb -------------------
Working as a handy man for a beautiful woman at her country house has
its advantages.
Especially as her husband is away on an extended business trip.
Most especially as her two daughters are also beautiful, as to are
their friends.
And David is willing to take all the perks he is given.
For a young man like David life just couldn't get any better, if he
can only keep up the pace.

Read more of this story at  http://declanstanley.com/erotic/novels/a-
job-in-the-country/
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CHAPTER 2

I woke up the next morning feeling more relaxed than I'd ever remember
feeling before.   And that despite the fact that I'd spent the night
sleeping on a sofa.  It was the sun streaming through the windows and
striking my closed eyelids that dragged me back to consciousness.
And the first thing I heard was the noise of the birds singing in the
trees outside.
It took me a moment to remember where I was.  Then the events of the
previous night came flooding back to me.  I looked around in sudden
embarrassment.  And even though I was alone in the room I pulled the
blanked that was half draped over me tightly around my waist.
A door opened behind me and I turned to see the blond woman, who's
name I remembered as Rachel, come into the room.
"Oh, you're awake then," she smiled at me.
"Yes," I smiled sheepishly back.
"Good," she walked over and laid a bundle on the sofa beside me.   "I
brought you your clothes."  Her smile widened, "I thought you might
need them."
"Thank you," I laughed softly.
She paused a moment, her eyes scanning up and down me, noting the way
I pulled the blanked around myself.   "We're having brunch in the
kitchen, why don't you come and join us after you have washed and
dressed."
"O.K."  I said, but made no move to start dressing.
She nodded and turned to go.   "It's through this door and straight
down the corridor," she turned to face me as she opened the door.
"You can't get lost."
"Thank you," I said relaxing a little at her friendly manor.
"Don't take too long," she smiled again.   "Or there'll be no orange
juice left."  She stepped through the door, then turned to add "Oh,
the bathroom is the third door on the right".   And she closed the
door quietly behind her.
I sighed and slumped in the sofa for a moment.  Then I sat up and
checked my clothes.  Everything was there, including my wallet with my
meagre supply of cash intact.  Well, I mused looking around at the
fine furnishings, I don't suppose she needs to pick my pocket.  My bag
was nowhere to be seen. I guessed I'd have to ask her about it over
breakfast.
As soon as I had dressed I walked over to the door and opened it to
look down a narrow corridor.  The door at the other end looked a lot
less ornate than the one at this end and I guessed that this corridor
was to allow the servants to bring the food up from the kitchen.
I was exceedingly nervous about going and meeting the people I had
been with last night.  It was one thing to be carried away in the heat
of the moment, especially when every body else was doing it.  But to
face some, if not all, of them in the cold light of day, well that was
something I didn't know I could handle.  But then the only alternative
was to slink off and not even thank my host and that was totally out
of the question, even if I'd had someplace to slink off to.
My heart fell.  It suddenly occurred to me that I really had no place
to go to.  I'd come down expecting to meet Derek and to get a job and
at least temporary accommodation from him, but now I didn't know where
I was.  I'd walked in on a bunch of strangers having an orgy and
stayed for breakfast, but they wouldn't want me staying for much
longer.  They can't have an orgy every day.  And even if they did I
don't think I'd have been able to keep up with them.
But still I'd been invited to breakfast.  I might as well go and enjoy
it and then see what would happen next.  I started to walk down the
corridor.  After all, I smiled to myself, it might be the last good
meal I would have for a while.
I walked by an open door on the right and looked in to see a
bathroom.  Then I noticed my holdall on the floor beside the hand
basin.  It was open and as I stepped closer I saw that my razor and
toothbrush had been laid out on the shelve above.  I looked at myself
in the mirror, ran my hand over my chin and decided that I really
should wash and shave before presenting myself at breakfast.
I used the toilet and turned to the hand basin.  The hot tap produced
plenty of hot water and there was soap, shaving cream and toothpaste
laid out, so I wasted no time in freshening myself up.  After I was
finished I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled.  I not only
looked better, I felt better too.
I packed my stuff back into my holdall, slung it over my shoulder and
continued down the corridor to the kitchen.  I stopped at the closed
door and taking a deep breath, I composed myself before putting my
hand on the door handle and pushed it open...
... To reveal a woman with dark blond, curly hair sitting at a large,
oak table.  She looked up as I peeked in.  She smiled at me and seemed
somewhat familiar.  Then Rachel stepped into my field of view.
"Don't be shy, Dave," Rachel smiled.  "Come on in.  Ester won't bite
you."
The two women smiled at each other.
I pushed open the door fully and walked into the big old kitchen.  All
around the walls were presses and worktops, with an old dresser full
of stoneware just inside the door.  A lot of money had been spent
modernizing it, but you could still tell it had been built at the time
when the owners would have had a cook and many maids to run around
doing the work for them.
"Kidneys, bacon and eggs.  How does that sound?"  Rachel picked up a
blue tea towel.
"Fine," I sat down at the table.
"Good, because that's what you are getting," she look a covered plate
from the warming compartment of her stove and placed it in front of
me.  "Careful, the plate is very hot," she took the lid off and
stepped back.
It was only then that I smelt the food and as my stomach rumbled, I
realised I was starving.  It took me only about forty five seconds to
consume the two eggs, six rashers of bacon and two lambs kidneys.
Then I helped myself to six slices of toast and a couple mugs of ice
cold milk.
I looked up and found both Ester and Rachel smiling at me.  I blushed.
"Oh, don't worry," Rachel assured.  "We like men with big appetites."
"Oh, yes," Ester agreed.
I smiled back and ate the last peace of toast.
Ester looked at her watch.  "Well, I'd better be making a move," she
stood up.   "Its nearly two."
"Its not, is it?"  I could not believe that it was so late.
"Yes, that's right, sleepy bones," Rachel mockingly scolded.  "You've
slept half the day away."
"Why didn't you wake me," I stood up as if I were in a hurry somewhere
and realised that I had o where to go.  Except back home and I did not
want that.
"You looked so cute while you were asleep," Rachel sighed.  "I just
didn't have the heart to disturb you."
I smiled and looked down at my empty plate.
"Rachel tells me that you are looking for a job," Ester said.
"Well, yes," I looked at her.  "I was told by a friend of my brothers'
that there was an opening here.  But there doesn't seem to be one."
"You'd better not sleep half the day away in your new job," Ester
stopped beside the door to pick up a light grey and pink over night
bag.  "Or you'll not keep it for long."
We walked out side and around to the front of the house were a red BMW
convertible was parked.
"Come on," Ester took car keys out of her pocket.
"Where to?"  I asked.
"You said you were looking for a job, didn't you?" she dropped her bag
on the back seat.
"Yes," I answered.
"Well I'm offering you one," she turned to Rachel.   "It was a
marvellous do."
They embraced and kissed each other's cheek.
"Thank you for coming," Rachel smiled back at her.   "And thank you
Dave," she turned to me.
I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn't think of anything to say.
Rachel put her hand to the side of my face and ran her fingertips down
my jaw.   "I hope we'll meet again," she said.   "Soon."
"I'm sure we will," I put my hand up to touch her's.  But she took it
away and turned back to Ester.
"Take good care of him, won't you," she said.
"I'll treat him like a lord," Ester replied.
The two women embraced again.  Then Ester got into the car.  I hurried
around and got into the passenger seat.  I'd barely had time to fasten
my seat belt before Ester revved up the engine and, with a final wave
and a "Cheery bye!" to Rachel, crunched gravel and sped down the
drive.
She seemed to know the roads quite well and within minutes we were off
the side roads and onto a main duel-carriageway.
She took us up to seventy, then casually asked, "So how many times did
you get it last night?"
"What?" stunned I turned my head to look at her.
"How many times did you get to come last night?" she kept her eyes
fixed on the road, her hair blowing back in the slipstream.
"I've never been asked that question before," I looked ahead again.
"Well," she changed down gear to take a corner.   "I bet you had never
been to an orgy before last night, either."
I turned to look at her again.  She was smiling.
"Well?" she asked when I didn't reply.
I didn't know what to say.
She took a quick look at me.  Her smile broadened when she saw the
look on my face.   "So how many girls did you have before last night?"
she asked.
"Only two," I felt I had nothing to loose by being honest.
"Both long term girlfriends?" she focused her eyes back on the road.
"Well nine and eighteen months," I shrugged.   "If that's long term."
"So how many's your total now?" we came to a straight stretch and she
put her foot down.
"Well, I didn't think to count," I sat back and looked ahead again.
"And how many times did you get to come?" we slowed and turned off the
main road.
"About five or six times," I hadn't counted them either.
"Not bad," we took another turn and almost immediately another.
"Considering that you arrived late."
I was completely lost but she seemed to know where she was going.
"Did I miss much?" I asked as we turned down a very narrow lane.
"Not really," she slowed to take a sharp bend then braked to stop
beside a gate as the lane came to an end.  She turned and looked at
me.
I was sitting with a beautiful woman,  in a red BMW convertible,
parked in a dead-end of a little narrow country lane, surrounded by
trees and bushes, with a gate on my left leading to a field with a few
cows grazing in it.  And all I could think to say was, "So where are
we?"
"Its a special place," she took a deep breath and smiled sweetly.
"A special place?" I wasn't quite sure what she meant.
"Yes," she looked at me.   "Didn't you ever have a special place when
you were a child?"
"Not that I can recall," I shrugged bemusedly.
"When I was a little girl I used to have this special place behind the
rhododendrons bushes at the rear of our back lawn," her eyes went
misty as she remembered.   "I used to think that nobody else knew that
there was a gap between those bushes and the back wall.  Though of
course they did," she sighed sweetly.   "It was a magic place where I
could be along and do anything that I pleased when I was a little
girl." She paused a moment, "And then as I got to be not so little it
was the first place that I ever masturbated." her smile deepened, "And
then the first place that I ever brought one of my boyfriends to have
sex."
My mouth went dry and my heart beat speeded up.
"My youngest daughter has a special place behind the tennis court,"
she continued.   "Its a small piece of lawn surrounded mostly by
bushes and trees.  Nobody goes there because it only ever gets a
little sun in the middle of the day." She focused her eyes on me
again, "So she uses it as her special place."
"I see," I said, though at the time I really didn't know what she was
talking about.
"Anyway," her voice took on a more normal tone.   "Now that I'm a
woman I use this as my special place.
"What, the BMW?" I asked.
"No, Silly" she laughed.   "This lane." She waved her hand at the
trees and bushes.   "You see the lane only leads to one field, there,"
she pointed at the cows on the other side of the gate.   "And when the
farmer extended the field he put another gate at the other end, nearer
the barn.  So now," she looked at me again, "nobody ever uses this
lane."
"Except me," she added with a sly wink.
I nodded finally getting the drift of where she was leading.  And
beginning to get aroused as a result.
"And now," she reached under her seat and pushed it right back.   "I
want you to lick me out." She half stood and turned around, kneeling
on the seat and resting her elbows either side of the headrest.
"Huh?" I looked around, as if expecting to find she was talking to
someone else.
"Come on," she smiled.   "I saw you doing it last night, so I know you
know what to do."
"Well yes," I said.   "I do.  But ..."
"But what?" she asked.   "You've never done it in a car before?"
"Well,  as a matter of fact, I have," I stated.   "With my first
girlfriend, in her father's car."
"You've never done it amongst trees before?" I could tell she was
laughing at me.
"No!" I said.   "I've never done it in broad daylight, in the open
before!"
"Oh, that's all right," she giggled.   "The cows don't mind at all."
I found myself laughing with her.
"Come on," she patted her bottom and thrust it up in the air.   "I'm
really horny."
I was pretty horny by then as well, so I climbed over the gear stick
and took position behind her, pushing my bottom down under the edge of
the steering wheel and placing my hands on her hips.  Running my hands
down the outside of her legs I felt her tremble with anticipation at
my touch.  She shifted her weight from knee to knee as I pulled her
skirt out from under them.  Then I ran my hands back up her legs,
pushing her skirt up to expose her long slender legs.
Over her smooth buttocks she wore a skimpy pair of lace knickers,
pulled in tight to show the central crease between them and the mound
of her pussy below.  While her panties were tight down the middle they
were loose at the sides, allowing just a few of her dark brown pubic
hairs to peep out, but showing generous amounts of her cheeks.  I
leant forward and pressed my face against her panties, slowly rubbing
my nose from side to side.
"Hmmm," she sighed.   "I'm hot already.  Just lay into me now."
Pulling my head back a inch or so and I took a big bite, sucking in
and opening wide to fill as much of my mouth as I could with her firm
flesh.  Slowly I closed my teeth together, letting her buttock slip
out, but getting a good grip on the fabric of her panties.  I lowered
my head, getting a good whiff of her heady aroma, my ears brushing the
insides of her thighs as I pulled her panties down to her knees.
I could have started directly on her, but I wanted to completely
remove her panties.  So I brought my hands down to slip them under her
knees.  At first she didn't realize what I was doing, but then she
looked around and shifted her weight so I could pull the panties under
her knees and off her legs all together.
"Come on, Dave," she sighed, tensing her thighs and buttocks forcing
her labia open as they were squeezed between them.
I smiled and slowly brought my lips up to kiss her.  As soon as my
lips touched her labia I remembered the taste from last night and the
surge in my erection threatened to burst out of my jeans.  I'd been
meaning to go slowly, to tease and arouse her and slowly bring her to
a heightened state before thrusting into her and bringing her to a
climax.
But once her taste reached my brain I just couldn't help myself.  I
forced my lips against her, opening her and thrusting my tongue deep
inside her, my mouth clamped around her mound, my whole body engaged
in the act of sucking as hard as I could, as if I was trying to devour
her from the inside out.
The tops of her thighs pressed back against my face and her vagina
started spasming immediately.  But I sucked on and worked my tongue in
and out, forcing it against the convulsions of her muscles.  Her whole
body rocked back and forth across the top of the car seat.  Her weight
coming down on me, then lifting up and pressing down again.  Her
breathing was heavy.  She grunted with each thrust of my tongue, and
cried out as her orgasm neared.
And what an orgasm.  Her whole body seemed to explode downward on top
of me.  My tongue was forced out of her vagina and nearly shot down my
throat.  She cried out so loud that I thought the whole county must
surely have heard her.  Then she collapsed forward over the back of
the seat.
I leant back against the steering wheel, stunned by the intensity of
her reaction.  But infinitely pleased at what I'd done.  I ran my
hands up and down her thighs as she took a few moments to recover.
Then she looked around at me and smiled as she said, "Boy did I ever
need that."
I became acutely aware of the bulge of pressure in my jeans just as
her eyes looked down and noticed it.
"Well," she turned around and slid her bum down the back of the seat,
her legs going either side of me.   "Can't let that go to waste, can
we." She squeezed my erection through the denim of my jeans.   "No, we
sure can't," she whispered as she started to unbutton my fly.
I said nothing as she pulled my jeans open and took out my erect
penis.
"Hmmm, it looks just as good in the light of day," she ran both hands
down it pulling back my foreskin.
"Thank you," I put my hands to her head and gently stroked her ears.
She bent forward and took me in her mouth.  As soon as her lips closed
around me and her tongue touched my flesh I exploded.  It was
completely with out warning, taking me as much by surprise as it did
Ester.  Suddenly by balls ruptured and my whole body convulsed as the
pent up hormones let loose.  She forced her head further down on my
erection and swallowed as I came.
It was all over in seconds, but she was smiling as she straightened
up.  She looked into my eyes and rolled her tongue around in her mouth
savouring the last of my ejaculation for a few moments.  Then she
swallowed.
"Thank you," she said.   "That was great."
All I could do was shrug.
She neatly folded away my now limp penis and did up my flies.  Nodding
to the passenger seat she said, "Time to be on the road again."
"Sure," I climbed back onto the passenger seat and fastened the
seatbelt.
She started the car and took us back the way we came, out onto the
main road and back up to seventy.

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