From Bothy to B&B Synopsis

A storm forces Eve to spend the night in a bothy with a stranger and only one blanket to keep them warm. The next night they share a room in a B&B.

# From Bothy to B&B

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by obohobo

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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF Rom

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental. The ideas and thoughts that follow are pure fantasies. In real life, at the very least they would be unpleasant and probably illegal. Fantasies are like that; daydreams where we can contemplate and imagine the sensations without suffering or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation.

© obohobo 2009

Don

ÒHi, are you going to Scalybridge Youth Hostel?Ó

I stopped wrapping my precious photographic equipment in waterproof bags and looked at the two attractive girl hikers standing by the path and wondered what on earth they wanted with me. ÔNo, IÕm going to Scalybridge but IÕm staying in Mrs. PendletonÕs Bed & Breakfast place.Ó

ÒAnd youÕll be going along the shorter, low level path?Ó

ÒYep, I donÕt want to go over the tops today.Ó

ÒWell would you do us a favour?Ó Favour? When girls asked me to do them a favour, that usually meant more work or inconvenience for me, but I nodded and the girl went on, ÒThereÕs another girl in our group, Yvonne, we call her Eve, and sheÕs about half a mile behind us. We want to go over the top but sheÕs not fit enough to do that so I wonder if you would show her the lower track and the way to the hostel? We really need to keep the map and she should be here in a few minutes.Ó

ÒI can but I donÕt think it wise for you to go over the top today either. ThereÕs a storm in the offing and it could be here before too long. ItÕs a bit steep in dry weather but in heavy rain, it can be dangerous.Ó

ÒWeÕre fit and strong and if we donÕt have to wait for her, weÕll be at the hostel before the rain comes. Only a few clouds at the moment and weÕve been wet before.Ó

Okay, sod them, if they were too arrogant to take any advice, theyÕd get wet. I hoped it wouldnÕt be worse than that but kept quiet, like I usually did. They didnÕt heed my warning about the impending storm, or even consider it, and set off up the winding track while I waited impatiently for Eve. Ten minutes went by and then twenty. I heard the first rumble of thunder and hoped the girls made it over the top and down the other side before the storm broke. Five minutes later, I saw Eve still several hundreds yards down the path. By the time she wearily arrived IÕd waited half an hour, and as it turned out, wasted half an hour of precious time, more so because her speed was much slower than mine.

ÒHi Eve,Ó I greeted, surprising the shortish girl stumbling along by addressing her by name, ÒYour two friends wanted to go over the tops and asked me to escort you on the shorter way to Scalybridge. IÕm Don.Ó

ÒThanks Don. How far are they ahead?Ó she smiled wearily.

ÒAbout half-an-hour, your friends said you were only a few minutes behind them.Ó

ÒYouÕve waited all that time? Thanks but I could have found my way.Ó

ÒYou probably could normally but we need to find shelter before the storm breaks.Ó

ÒSorry, I seem to have been a great inconvenience to you and youÕd be at the village by now if you hadnÕt waited for me. How far is it?Ó At least she didnÕt have the ÔI know better than youÕ attitude of the other two.

ÒAbout four miles.Ó She groaned. ÒAnd we need to get a move on if we are to beat the storm.Ó I pointed to the clouds blacking the sky ahead of us.

ÒIÕm pretty-well wacked, itÕs been a much harder walk than I expected and Greta and Karen are racehorses and like to go as fast as they can. Have we time for a short rest?Ó

ÒNo,Ó I said more abruptly than I intended and then added, ÒWeÕll take it at your pace.Ó IÕd somehow burdened myself with the responsibility for caring for her. We struggled on at a snailÕs pace for a couple of miles until, noting her slow limping walk, it became obvious the storm would overtake us long before we reached our destination. I tried to force the pace as much as I could but every time I did, I saw the distance between us increase and I guessed she plodded on a fast as she could. She didnÕt complain though; something that earned my respect.

I stopped at a narrow track leading off to our left and dumped my rucksack. Thinking IÕd decided to have a rest, she did too. ÒEve, see that hut on the hill the other side of the river? ItÕs a bothy, a camping barn hut. IÕve stayed in it a couple of times and itÕs very primitive but itÕs dry and warm or will be when we get the stove going, not that we need much heat in this sultry weather but it will get cold at night. I suggest we head for it and sit the storm out there. Maybe spend the night if necessary. What do you think?Ó

ÒI donÕt think I can go much further without a rest, so if we can get in, letÕs go.Ó I picked up her rucksack and ordered her to take my much lighter one. Hers had everything for a week-long walking holiday, mine only had photographic and other gear I needed for a day out. For a moment she looked uncertain but by then IÕd started off and sheÕd no choice.

On the narrow track weÕd not talked much so IÕd no idea how she would react to a hut with one long bed, a wood stove, a table and two bench seats. There could be candles and occasionally people left non-perishable food but those intending to stay, normally brought camping equipment and a sleeping bag. I had emergency rations, chocolate and Kendal mint cake so weÕd be really roughing it if we had to spend the night there. Certainly there wouldnÕt be any of the comforts found in a Youth Hostel.

We splashed across the river at a ford and entered the hut minutes before the rain arrived. Almost instantaneously with my closing the door, the sky darkened, the light disappeared, lightning flashed followed by tremendous claps of thunder and the rain and hail hissed down in hard stair rods, rattling loudly on the slate roof. We were definitely glad to be inside but I worried over the two girls and wondered if theyÕd found a place to shelter. I estimated they would have been well on the descent before the rain hit them but they had several miles of open moorland before arriving at the village.

We dumped our rucksacks in a corner and looked at the rain beating against the glass. ÒHow long will it last?Ó Eve asked.

ÒProbably a couple of hours, maybe more.Ó

ÒThat will mean it will be seven oÕclock before we can move on so it will be dark before we get to the hostel.Ó

ÒEve, we wonÕt get to the hostel tonight. WeÕre stuck here until morning.Ó That shocked her. ÒEven if the rain stops in the next few minutes, the river will already be in full spate and we wonÕt get across the ford which means weÕll have to walk downstream across the rough open moor in the opposite direction to Scalybridge before we get to KysonÕs bridge and a path that will take us to the track we were on earlier. IÕll try and phone my landlady at the B&B to let her know weÕre safe enough.Ó Unfortunately with the lightning, static drowned out the signal. Eve had the same result when she tried to phone Greta. I saw a tear form in her eye and wanted to hold her close but didnÕt dare.

Eve

Yes, having to spend the night alone in a hut with a man, well he wasnÕt much older than me really, whom IÕd only met a short time before, worried me but I tried not to show it and stopped myself from crying. He seemed likeable enough but alone with him, miles from anywhere and away from any help, I could be in trouble. Still the risk was better than being out in the terrible weather and at least I stayed dry, apart from sweat soaked clothing that were now beginning to feel cold against my skin.

When we planned the walking holiday, IÕd objected saying that 24 miles was too far to go in a day, but they said that Scalybridge was the nearest hostel and disregarded my suggestion to get a B&B before then or to take the bus for part of the journey. Once weÕd started on the track, we were more or less committed to it for the whole way. The warm sultry weather soon had me sweating and lagging behind the other two but I managed to keep fairly close until lunchtime. TheyÕd almost finished eating when I arrived at the stopping place and they started off again before IÕd had much of a rest and only a few bites of food. IÕd seen the shorter path marked on a map they carried and the longer one that climbed the peak and decided to take the easy option. However, as the afternoon wore on, my progress became slower and slower and by 4 oÕclock I wanted to sit down and collapse but I thought IÕd better carry on until the junction of the track in case the girls decided to wait for me and I knew they wouldnÕt be too happy if they waited long.

ÒHi Eve,Ó the man surprised me by greeting me by name but then explained that Greta and Karen had asked him to guide me to the hostel. I wanted to rest for a while but he insisted we needed to keep moving because of the upcoming storm he believed could be a big one after such a hot, humid day. He virtually ordered me to keep going and I resented that, but continued to limp on at my own speed. Even without a storm I doubted I would make it to the hostel without a long rest and some food. With the ever darkening sky, it soon became obvious the storm would hit us long before we reached the village and when he pointed to a barn hut half a mile or so up the hillside, I agreed to detour and shelter there, believing that I might be okay again after a decent rest and the rest of my sandwiches. He dumped his rucksack so I did the same, thinking weÕd have a short break for me to get my breath again but no, it was a ruse for him to grab my rucksack. He ordered me to take his lighter one and started off down the track to the ford. Again I had no choice but to follow. Admittedly, having only a light load on my shoulders helped me to walk a little faster but my feet still pained me and I continued to resent his bossiness even if it was for my own good. I kept my complaints to myself and tried not to show the pain I felt at every step. My boots filled with cold water as we crossed the ford and I squelched up the track to the hut that seemed further than IÕd first thought.

When the rain and hail belted down so soon after our arrival, I knew his motive for chivvying me along and wondered, ÒWhat you would have done if youÕd been caught alone and in the open, Eve? How are Greta and Karen faring? Did they find shelter?Ó

At the time, I thought weÕd still reach the hostel before dark and I could rest in the hut for an hour so it came as a shock when he said, ÒEve, we wonÕt get to the hostel tonight. WeÕre stuck here until morning. The violent rain sends torrents of water into the river from the mountain tributaries and the ford will be impassable even in the morning and weÕll have to detour across open land back the way we came for several miles until we get to a bridge and back on to the track we were on earlier.Ó With my weariness and sore feet, I had no chance of walking those extra miles that day.

The accommodation was indeed primitive, like heÕd said, but at least we remained dry and in the gloom we took stock of the situation and agreed to share the small amount of food we had with us. The one long bed worried me. It had a mattress, no sheets but a blanket lay neatly folded at one end and when I inspected it, found it to be reasonably clean. One blanket between two of us? Normally people, mainly climbers, who stayed there, brought their own sleeping gear and food but in our emergency situation, we were ill prepared for the stay. Luckily we found half a jar of Nescafe and a covered pail of clean water and when we lit the wood stove weÕd be able to make a hot drink. We both tried our mobile phones without success due to the storm and that increased my unease. No one knew where I was and I couldnÕt contact anyone, but so far, heÕd been on his best behaviour and I began to trust him. Don and I sat by the fire to eat. One sandwich and half an apple each; I suppose it was one way to diet! I would have dearly loved a proper cooked meal though.

As we sat drinking black coffee and eating the remains of my packed lunch, I had a better look at him, and I knew he looked at me too. We talked hesitantly and I learned he studied Ecological Botany for his PhD at Midlands University, only a few miles from the school where I taught and his being in the area was part of his botanical research project. Physically, he wouldnÕt stand out in a crowd, medium height, slim with light brown hair almost the colour of mine, and wore a plain tee shirt and khaki trousers. His rimless glasses made him look studious and in other circumstances I might have labelled him a ÔnerdÕ. He needed no label in this isolated hut.

Don

Fortunately Eve wasnÕt too fazed with the situation and enquired about the food supply. I told her of my meagre amount and she had two sandwiches and an apple left from her packed lunch. A search of the hut provided a half full jar of instant coffee but no food. We agreed to share her sandwiches and apple for ÔdinnerÕ and have my chocolate and Kendal mint cake for breakfast. Unusual fare but better than nothing. ÒHope you like black coffee without sugar,Ó I commented as I filled a pan with water and stood it on the stove. The toiletÕs outside so it might be a good idea to unlace your boots but keep them on for now and IÕll put a pan outside to catch some more water for you to bathe any blisters in warm water later. If youÕre really desperate to pee, thereÕs a slops bucket under the sink and IÕll look the other way.Ó She, like me, managed to hold it until the rain momentarily eased enough for us to dash around the back.

Some kind soul had stocked the firewood box and, as usual in mountain huts, the previous occupants had laid the fire ready for lighting. Soon I had the fire going and could relax over the coffee and sandwich and sitting opposite each other, I had a chance to look at her more closely than IÕd done since we met.

Eve, I would term a mousy girl. Quiet, with brown hair, flat and straight and down to her shoulders, brown eyes, a little on the short side and of stocky build with what looked like normal size breasts. Like me, she wore glasses but hers had fashionable, narrow rectangular lenses in dark frames that, to me, made her look cute, whereas mine were rimless and which I thought made me appear more intellectual. She gave me a shy smile when she noticed me looking and turned away. I surmised that some of her quietness was due to worry over what might happen later when it came to bedtime and tried to reassure her of her safety.

The storm passed two hours later and I managed to get a call through to my B&B and informed Mrs. Pendleton that I was safe and asked her to let the hostel know that Yvonne was safe too but her friends had decided to take the path over the top and could be in trouble. We didnÕt want the rescue team sent out for us. Eve hadnÕt been able to contact Greta and that worried her too, especially when she heard what I said to my landlady.

For while we sat by the stove, trying to ignore our hunger and during our conversation, I learned she taught 9 to 11 year olds at a primary school, not ten miles from where I lived and even closer to the university where I studied botany for my PhD. Greta and Karen were friends from her college days and into fitness regimes and theyÕd planned a 24 mike hike for that day. ÒWhy did you come with them?Ó I asked.

ÒThey more or less persuaded me to provide the transport. IÕve a hatchback that has plenty of room for our rucksacks and I enjoy walking and being in the hills but like to take a more leisurely pace and only once previously have I done 20 miles and the conditions were cooler and the terrain easier to walk. The rest of the hostels we planned to visit are closer together.Ó

Eve

I managed to get Greta on the phone about 9.30. ÒDid you get wet?Ó I asked.

ÒAnd some! Wet, battered and bruised. We were in the middle of open moorland when the hail hit us, no shelter in sight and all we could do was to huddle down close to a big rock with our backs to the hail and let the rucksacks take some of the sting out of the hailstones. When it became just rain, we started off again not caring as we were already soaked but we could only go slowly because the slippery track and with the poor light, we had to be careful where we put our feet. The warden loaned us bathrobes and everything else is in the drying room, even the stuff we had in a backpacks. It was sheer hell up there for a while and maybe we should have listened to that boy. We hear youÕre shacked up with him in a mountain hut.Ó

ÒYes, but not shacked up in the way you mean! We got here dry, only minutes before the storm hit but with no food, no light and no sleeping bags and with the river flowing hard, weÕve to make a long detour tomorrow so I wonÕt get to the hostel until the afternoon. Will you go on tomorrow?Ó

ÒWeÕve got to. This hostel is fully booked for the next few days and I expect if we miss our bookings at the others, we wonÕt get in a day later. What will you do? You wonÕt make it to the next one, thatÕs another fifteen miles further on.Ó

ÒI donÕt know. Maybe see what other accommodation is available in Scalybridge. IÕve some nasty blisters so I wonÕt want to walk far. Phone me tomorrow but if the worst comes to the worst, I meet up with you at the car on Saturday.Ó

Soon after, in the fading light, I went to the loo and noticed the air had turned quite chilly and I thought the vinyl covered mattresses that made up the long bunk bed would feel cold. Again I worried about the sleeping arrangements. Would he sleep next to me or at the other end of the bunk? ThereÕs only one blanket so weÕll have to share, I canÕt let him sleep in the cold after he saved me from the hail and rain. IÕve pyjamas but I doubt he has any spare clothing seeing he only intended to be out for the day and heÕd be back in the B&B if I hadnÕt delayed him. I decided to sleep fully clothed except that I removed my bra, which gets uncomfortable in bed, and my boots, of course. I slipped the bra off in the outhouse but I think he noticed when I got back and I hoped that didnÕt give him the idea that I wanted to have sex. HeÕd settled the sleeping arrangement when I returned by laying out the blanket and saying, ÒTo keep warm weÕll have to lay on one half and wrap the other half over us. I know weÕll be close, in fact, very close but I wonÕt interfere with you and weÕll both need to keep our clothes on anyway. Even if you have night clothes, they wonÕt be warm enough when the fire dies down and the outside temperature drops.Ó

At first we spooned together with him behind me, hardly touching, but gradually as I became more relaxed with his presence, I pushed back and snuggled against him. His arm went around my body and I felt safe, even when his hand touched one of my tits. We didnÕt sleep all that well and I felt his prick against me in the morning but by then, I knew he wouldnÕt harm me or take advantage of the situation and it was only a natural reaction to my being close or just a normal reaction.

Don

Eve seemed to be in the loo a long while and I took the opportunity to make up the bed and wondered how she would view having to sleep with us wrapped together in one blanket. So far sheÕd willingly shared her food and the chores but I wondered just how far the sharing would extend. I noticed she no longer wore her bra and that sent my mind into a whirl. Was it a sign that she wanted more than a nightÕs sleep? Or did she find it uncomfortable to wear in bed? I knew mother took hers off at night for that reason, or so she said. I decided it would be wise for me to assume the comfort reason unless she indicated otherwise. ÒIf you lie next to the fold, that should be the warmest place,Ó I suggested and still looking apprehensive, she put a sweater under her head for a pillow and when she noticed I didnÕt have anything, spread it so I shared. That again raised her profile in my estimation. We laid down and, knowing I could get an erection, tried not to actually touch her but before long we snuggled close and I tentatively put my arms around her and once my hand felt a tit but I quickly removed it.

For a while I examined my relationship with her. Mainly because of my involvement with the university course, IÕd never had a girlfriend that lasted for more than a week or two, except for Angela and she turned out to be a gold digger and a cheat. Eve certainly wasnÕt a fashion model but she seemed a caring person and didnÕt complain of the hardship of roughing it in the hut or of the smell in the outhouse. I already liked her and wondered if there was any future for us together after we reached Scalybridge tomorrow. SheÕd said unless the hostel had a cancellation, it was fully booked for the next night and sheÕd have to find somewhere else, but I didnÕt dare suggest that IÕd a twin room at Mrs. PendletonÕs which she could share. The landlady didnÕt seem to worry overmuch who slept with whom from what IÕd seen so far and IÕd stayed there four times before. I wasnÕt sure if sheÕd have any other rooms available either especially as we were in a tourist area at the peak of the season.

Awakening early, I slipped my boots on and went to the loo and on my return found Eve trying to coax some life in the fire. I took over and noticed her wince when she put her boots on. ÒIÕll have another look at your blisters before we leave and if youÕve any plasters, IÕll put them on the two worst ones.Ó IÕd suggested she left them to dry up when we bathed them the previous evening.

After the storm the morning sun shone bright and clear but mist hung in the valley and we watched it rise while we ate breakfast. I made coffee and we ate the chocolate but decided to keep the mint cake for a mid morning snack. An idyllic day if only weÕd had a good nightÕs sleep and a nice breakfast. Again, she didnÕt complain but joked about it.

We cleaned out the ashes from the stove and re-laid it, cleaned up the hut, signed the guest book and left before nine. Eve limped at first but after a while her limp became less noticeable and by mid morning we arrived at the place where weÕd first met and demolished the mint cake for ÔfuelÕ for the last leg to the village.

Eve

I expect in years to come, IÕll look back on the night and our breakfast and laugh, even as we ate I felt comfortable enough to joke with him about the number of calories in the chocolate and what it would do for my already plump figure. He kindly put plasters on the worst of my blisters but even so, getting my boots caused me to wince and at the start, each step caused further pain. Gradually, as I got going, the pain eased but I knew I wasnÕt walking at his normal pace, and not at mine either. We stopped several times to examine plants and then again at the fork in the track where IÕd first met him to have a second, high-calorie breakfast. WeÕd made it to the village by lunchtime and after seeing a sign at the hostel saying it was fully booked and another guesthouse we passed had a ÔNo VacanciesÕ sign, we had a proper meal at the village caf. ÒI suppose your B&B is full too?Ó I asked, knowing the answer but that seemed the only hope if I didnÕt go on to the next place on the off chance IÕd get in there.

ÒYes, but we can ask Mrs. Pendleton orÉÓ He stopped in mid sentence and changed the subject. When the bill came I tried to pay for the meal for both of us because of the help heÕd given me and the trouble IÕd caused him but he insisted he would pay and after a short argument, we each paid for our own.

Mrs. Pendleton sat quietly on the patio when we arrived. ÒThis must be the girl you sheltered with last night. Were the other two okay?Ó I assured her they were although theyÕd been thoroughly drenched by the storm.

Don introduced me. ÒThis is Yvonne Corlidge but she likes to be called Eve. The hostel is booked up for tonight and so is the other guesthouse so we wondered if there was anywhere else in the village she could stay.Ó

The woman looked at us both and smiled, ÒWell thereÕs a room here with a bed not being used,Ó my heart jumped at the thought of not having to walk any further but when her smile turned to a wide grin I suspected the rest of the answer, ÒIt already has one occupant but youÕve met him and slept with him so that shouldnÕt be a big deal. You can have it and share the cost. It will be cheaper for him that way, especially if you stay for the rest of the week. Just as long as you donÕt make too much noise and disturb the other guests.Ó I must have looked shocked because she stood and said, ÒIÕll go and make a pot of tea while you think about it.Ó

ÒWould YOU mind?Ó I asked Don.

ÒNo, of course not. WeÕve got on well together so far and I wouldnÕt be forcing you to do anything. You trusted me alone in the hut; you can surely trust me in a house full of people.Ó I still hesitated but he went on, ÒYou wonÕt want to walk too far for the next few days so you can come out on day trips, either with me or go on your own. I donÕt walk that far each day but I spend a lot of time taking pictures of plants and wild life and recording what I find. Much of it is for my course work but I get some published and earn a little extra cash. As far as IÕm concerned, youÕre welcome to share my room and IÕll be very pleased to have your company. It is a long while since IÕve had a girl I could talk to and will welcome the chance to get to know you better.Ó He smiled and I knew he really did want me to stay with him and I could pretend that I had no choice, but I also wanted to know him a bit better too. For once a boy was interested in me as a person and wasnÕt put off by my portly (in my opinion) figure.

I didnÕt wish to appear over-willing so I replied cautiously. ÒOkay, IÕll see how it goes tonight and decide whether or not to look for somewhere else tomorrow.

Don

Mrs. Pendleton surprised me when she encouraged Eve to stay in my room. I know the extra money it brought her would be welcome but I thought there were other reasons too. Eve prevaricated for a short while before agreeing to stay for one night, but I knew if we didnÕt have a row, she would most likely stay until Saturday and, as IÕd enjoyed her company, I welcomed the thought. For once IÕd found a girl that didnÕt demand my attention or want me to pay for everything. IÕd had one of those in college but sort of withdrew from the dating scene when I started university, feeling it more important to do well with my studies and, so far, that had paid off. My professor put little paid lectures and teaching jobs my way and it looked likely that IÕd get a post in the university when I obtained my PhD.

When Mrs. Pendleton returned, Eve told her the decision and for a moment the woman stopped pouring the tea and said, ÒThatÕs good. DonÕs a nice lad and he deserves a good woman,Ó and then changed the subject to the storm and how weÕd fared.

We took our stuff up to the room and I cleared all my belongings off her bed so she could settle in. I noticed she put her stuff away in the wardrobe so I reasoned that she wouldnÕt be leaving in the morning.

ÒWould you like to walk up to High Meadow with me? ItÕs less than a mile and is off the beaten track. IÕve four, one metre squares I keep a check on. ItÕs a grazed field but otherwise not cut or fertilised and full of wild flowers or at least it was a month ago but I suppose it is past its best now.Ó She agreed and showed an interest in my studies and even helped with the recording and photography. In a hour IÕd finished and we lay down on grass in the warm sunshine, at first a little apart but gradually we moved closer until our bodies touched and we held hands. Most of the time we lay in silence and I wondered again if there was a future in our relationship and toyed with the idea of cuddling and kissing her but decided that might be a move too far and could upset things.

WeÕd just returned to our room to get cleaned up ready to go out to dinner, when the EveÕs phone rang. I guessed Greta called when Eve answered, ÒYes, I got to Scalybridge okay and IÕm shacked up with Don again, this time in a hotel room.Ó I didnÕt hear the reply but Eve started laughing and I heard her asking about their journey as she walked out of the room and along the landing out of my earshot.

Eve

As I expected, Don had scattered his stuff over the unused bed but it didnÕt take long to clear it and for him to put his stuff away and make room in the wardrobe for mine. They classed the room as Ôen suiteÕ but the bathroom facilities were a small partitioned corner containing a tiny shower, toilet and washbasin with barely enough room for one person to move around. ÒWell, at least it is better than going outside in the pouring rain,Ó I joked. I noticed him look when I put my pale blue pyjamas under the pillow and given the size of the bathroom, I wondered if I would have to change in the room. ThatÕs another bridge IÕd cross when I came to it.

All of a sudden I seemed a little out of control of my life and fate or cupid, probably the latter, had taken charge, and had determined that Don and I should be together. Not that I objected, but I wondered if it there would be a sudden fall and IÕd be back as an unwanted sidekick to other more attractive girls. ÒIt canÕt do any harm to go with the flow for a while,Ó I told myself and when Don suggested a walk to High Meadow in the afternoon sunshine, I readily agreed even though my feet still pained me.

We came to a gate marked ÔPrivateÕ but Don said he had permission, and we walked along a narrow path to an isolated but lovely stretch of pasture land with only a few cattle idly grazing in the distance. HeÕd survey markers in four areas and I recorded the plants he found but had to ask for the spelling of many of the scientific names he used. We laughed over my version of the names when we lay on the grass and he went through my notes. He actually gave me more than the names and I became interested in the stories he had about the plants and the folklore concerning their use. ÒIÕll have to get you to come and give my children a nature lesson,Ó I suggested but he didnÕt comment. Gradually we moved closer to each other and then held hands and I wondered, or rather, I hoped heÕd go further and give me a kiss, but he didnÕt. I felt certain though, that it wasnÕt because he had no wish to kiss me, but more because his shyness or uncertainty over my reaction would finish our relationship for good.

Greta rang my mobile soon after we returned and asked if I made it to the village and if IÕd moved on or was still with Ôthat boyÕ. ÒYes, I got to Scalybridge okay and IÕm shacked up with Don again, this time in a hotel room. Did you get to your destination?Ó As I moved out of the room, I heard her repeat my statement to Karen before she assured me they did but wanted to know more details of my being Ôshacked up with DonÕ and I gave her an outline of what happened. ÒSo you wonÕt be a virgin when you take us home,Ó she giggled. ÒI wasnÕt when I brought you,Ó but I didnÕt mention that it was a long while since IÕd had a boy, let alone a man, and IÕd never had one in a proper bed. We chatted for a short while and I reassured her that weÕd meet up at my car at 3 oÕclock on Saturday.

I heard the shower going and saw DonÕs clothing on the bed and sat down to wait my turn and wondered what he was like in the man department. IÕd felt it in bed the previous night but through our clothing, I had no indication of its size. Just thinking about it and I began to get wet and aroused, something that hadnÕt occurred for a long time. Usually I pushed such thoughts to the back of my mind but sitting there I concentrated on them and imagined what it would be like to sleep alongside a naked man and to have him gently fuck me. Would I allow Don to do it or would I push him away and remain a near virgin? IÕd secretly taken my contraceptive pill that morning so pregnancy wouldnÕt be a problem and from what IÕd already learned about him, he wasnÕt promiscuous so disease was most unlikely, there wasnÕt any real reason for me not to have sex if I really wanted to.

The shower stopped and a short while later Don appeared with a towel around his waist. ÒYouÕll need to be a contortionist to change in that small space,Ó he commented, Òbut I donÕt mind looking at the wall while you undress and get into the bathroom, or you can look the other way while I dress and then IÕll go into the lounge and wait.Ó

Cupid gave me another push, or maybe it was a hard shove. ÒDon, that will only delay us further and cause us problems throughout our stay. Why donÕt we make a little rule that we can look but not touch? That will save us trying to get sneaky peeks at each other and perhaps accept each otherÕs physical body for what it is and not what we imagine it to be or what weÕd like. I know IÕm a little ashamed of my figure and if it revolts you, then it is better to know that now and not find it out later.Ó I again emphasised the no touching at least at this stage especially as I wasnÕt sure how heÕd react to my short, plump frame but I suspected that like most men IÕd heard of, he wouldnÕt care too much as long as the woman had a slit she would allow him to put his prick in. I know that seems a bit crude but that came from my experiences as a teenager.

ÒYou sure about that Eve? You know what the effect of seeing you naked might have on my penis?Ó

ÒI guess so, but IÕm not suggesting that we deliberately flaunt ourselves in front of each other, rather we should carry on as if we are each alone in the room.Ó I wasnÕt so sure now but I refused to back down and started to unbutton my blouse and lowered my trousers without directly facing him. A sideways glance and I saw his towel fall to the floor and his half erect prick as he looked for a shirt and put it on. Grabbing my toiletry bag I held it to partially cover my breasts as I walked past him to the shower and noticed him look at them but he didnÕt comment or try to touch. IÕd a towel around me when I came out of the shower and dried myself with my back to him and wondered if he thought me a prick tease. I dressed quickly and we made our way to the local pub for a meal.

Don

I saw the sense in EveÕs suggestion that we undress in front of each other but feared my embarrassment and humiliation when I couldnÕt help but get an erection, not that I was averse to seeing her naked. I think she saw my nearly erect prick when she turned for a moment while she undressed and my towel had dropped but she didnÕt comment and we both turned our backs to each other. I tried not to stare but I saw most of her when she headed for the bathroom. She had to pass my bed and I had a full frontal view of her full figure and light brown pubic hair although she managed to conceal one of her breasts with her toiletry bag. I started to get another erection but fortunately my shorts more-or-less concealed it. I saw less of her when she finished her shower and came out with a towel around her and dried herself with her back to me but I did watch her in the dressing table mirror.

While she showered, I sat on the bed and wondered where it would lead and if I would get to fuck her, no, make love to her, IÕd already enough affection for Eve for it to be more than a fuck. SheÕd be different to Angela who only went out with me when IÕd helped her with her work or I had the money to take her to a restaurant or theatre, and later found she kept a secret lover on the side. Did Eve suggest it because she wanted to do it with me or because of its practicability? Would she, or would, I have to make the first move? I didnÕt believe she suggested we not worry over nudity just to be a prick tease, so far she hadnÕt shown herself to be that sort of person, but I still wasnÕt convinced that she really wanted to have sex, or to have sex with me.

The pub where IÕd planned weÕd eat was full so we returned to the little caf where weÕd had lunch. Even there we couldnÕt talk because a family with five noisy children blotted out subdued conversation. ÒWould you like to sit by the river for a while before we head back?Ó I asked and she readily agreed.

Eve

ÔThe best laid plans of mice and men have gone awryÕ, or words to that effect sprung to my mind. I wanted to have a quiet meal and talk with Don. I knew his semi-shyness would prevent him bringing up the subject we needed to talk about and last night we were still strangers, today we were in a different ball game. We turned away from the overcrowded pub and went to the caf only to have a family of uncontrolled children disrupt our meal so we didnÕt get to talk again. Don suggested we sit by the river and I thought that a great idea; I wanted our conversation to be in a public place where we had to keep control over our behaviour but wouldnÕt be overheard.

The warm evening sunshine made sitting on the grass watching the river, still in spate from the storm, a pleasant and relaxing experience. We sat close and put our arms around each other and I asked him about his home life and told him about mine and went on to discuss his plans for the rest of the week. Actually we talked about everything except the one thing that we needed to talk about; sex. I doubted he would broach the subject so I jumped in, ÒDon, weÕve known each other for a little more than twenty-four hours and yet already I have feelings for you and I believe you have them for me too, but before I go any further I think we ought to make it clear to each other that there is no other person, a significant other, in our lives. I can tell you there is no boy friend waiting for me at home and I live alone in a small flat. What about you? Do you have a girlfriend at university or elsewhere?Ó

ÒNo one, neither girlfriend nor boyfriend,Ó he joked.

ÒI think weÕve both accepted that weÕll be together for the rest of this week, assuming we donÕt have an almighty row between now and then, would you wish to continue our relationship after we return home? I know thatÕs not an easy question to answer after such a short time, but for my part the answer is, yes I would.Ó

ÒThat is my answer too, but I must point out that IÕve to write a dissertation between now and March so my free time will be very limited if IÕm to get my PhD and a possible university post.Ó

ÒI can accept that, I think. So now we come to the fifty-dollar question, what about sex. IÕve not had anyone for several years, not because IÕm frigid but because after earlier unsatisfactory liaisons, I decided to wait. From things you mentioned about your life, would I be right in thinking you are in a similar situation?Ó

ÒYes, Angela and I parted some two years ago before I started the post grad course.Ó

ÒSorry if this sounds like an interrogation but we need to make sure we are clear about each other before going on. I said I have feelings for you and I have to admit some of them are sexual, but I donÕt wish to appear a promiscuous slut. I know IÕve aroused you so I guess you would be willing to have me but from what IÕve seen of your character so far, you wonÕt force yourself on me.Ó He nodded. ÒThat gives me the option of deciding when we should Ômake loveÕ, and IÕd prefer it to be Ômaking loveÕ rather than plain sex.Ó

ÒI would too,Ó he interjected.

ÒAre you then prepared to wait until IÕm ready? I promise not to deliberately prick tease you.Ó I used the crude term we both understood, ÒBut seeing our accommodation problem, it might seem like it at times.Ó

ÒEnough Eve. When youÕre ready, IÕll be ready but until then, IÕll not force myself on you or use any coercion.Ó

ÒAnd for your information, IÕve been on the pill since a teenager.Ó We kissed for a long while and then wandered back, hand in hand to the B&B.

Don

I didnÕt expect such forthright questioning and revelations when I suggested we sit by the river. A few people passed along the footpath a few yards away but the river noise prevented them hearing our conversation so we were able to talk freely and, although the talk flustered me a little, I have to admit it cleared the air and I knew where I stood with regard to having sex with Eve. When she was ready, weÕd do it. It might not be for a day or two, but I sensed her willingness to allow it before too long. IÕd certainly be ready and willing and looked forward to caressing her more than adequate body.

Eve

After the wearisome day before and the walk and accommodation worries that day, I felt really tired and I noticed Don yawn too and decided to have an early night. While he performed in the bathroom, I changed into my blue pyjamas and by the time IÕd done my ablutions too, heÕd got his thin bedtime shorts on and lay on his bed with the duvet rolled down because the room remained very warm even with the window open to let a little air in. I leant over to kiss him and when he pulled me close, I fell on top of him and rolled to his side. We cuddled and kissed and snuggled together until my eyes closed and I dropped off to sleep. Dawn light came through the thin curtains when I awoke and found Don asleep alongside me. Not wishing to disturb him, I lay still but stealthily moved until my body touched his and I could feel his prick against my thigh. For a while I was tempted to touch it but resisted and eventually dozed off again.

ÒMorning,Ó he whispered when I next opened my eyes. We hugged and kissed and I felt his prick hard against my stomach, my own arousal started and soon my cunt juices flowed freely.

I hadnÕt planned on having sex with him so soon but cupid must have been at work again overnight. Sliding my hand down, I grasped his prick and gave it a few rubs but it was already rock hard and didnÕt need further attention. ÒFuck me, fuck me Don,Ó I whispered and he needed no further encouragement. His hands slid my pyjama bottoms down until I kicked them off and could open my legs. He rolled on top and entered his prick slowly in my cunt but he didnÕt need to be cautious, I was ready, wet, and more than willing. Wanting to feel his body against mine, I undid the buttons on my top and soon I felt his chest against my tits and then his lips on my nipples. Steadily he fucked me until, nearing my climax, I urged him to thrust harder and faster and finally gave a little cry as I came. He continued for a little longer until he spurted his semen.

ÒThanks,Ó he murmured, ÒThat was great I hope you enjoyed it too.Ó

ÒOh, I did, I really did, but IÕd better go and clean myself before I soil the sheet.Ó He kissed my tits as I struggled to get out of bed. Much as I wanted to go back into his bed, I lay down in mine until breakfast time, but I didnÕt sleep with the whirlwind of thoughts going through my mind and every time I opened my eyes, I saw Don watching me. I wondered if his thoughts concerned me. Almost certainly they did.

ÒGood morning dears,Ó Mrs. Pendleton greeted us as we arrived for breakfast, ÒSleep well?Ó

ÒYes, very well, thank you,Ó I replied, ÒFar more comfortable than the previous night. IÕve decided to stay until the end of the week, if you donÕt mind.Ó

ÒI thought you might dear,Ó she said with a grin.

ÒI thought it would give my blisters time to heal if I didnÕt walk too far or have to carry a heavy pack.Ó

She grinned widely and told us to help ourselves to cereal.

Don

Wow, what a serendipitous event. IÕm sure Eve didnÕt expect it to happen either and had planned to spend the night in her own bed to make up for the lack of sleep and the strain of the two days, but when I pulled her down for a kiss, she sort of tumbled on to me and we lay cuddling for a while until she drifted off to sleep. I continued to hold her close until I too, fell asleep.

Waking early as usual, and with my morning erection against her thigh, I debated whether or not to move and get it to go down or lie still and hope it went down on its own, or that she wouldnÕt be upset by it. Thirty minutes later, her eyes opened and I greeted her with, ÒMorning,Ó and breathed a sigh of relief when, not only did she not scream when she felt my prick against her, but reached down and felt it and then asked me to fuck her. I could hardly believe it, but thrust in as gently as I could and tried to prolong the experience. We both enjoyed it and I hope we can do it many more times in the future.

At breakfast she told Mrs. Pendleton she would stay until the end of the week to allow her blisters to heal. IÕm sure the landlady didnÕt believe the reason she gave; I certainly didnÕt!

Eve

Saturday evening at home in bed.

For the rest of our stay, we went out on day trips. I insisted he carried on with his studies and these took us to a variety of places, often remote spots I would never have visited and not only did I get to see some beautiful places, but learned a great deal about the flora of the area. It wasnÕt supposed to be an educational trip but I found it extremely interesting and searched for plants on my own and tried to identify them from his books.

Most nights we made love gently but passionately and I experienced the pleasurable side of sex. But the holiday had to end but not our relationship.

Karen phoned on the Friday evening and after the now usual question asking if I was still shacked up with that man, she confirmed they expected to be at Kettleburgh about midday. ÒWill you be there by then?Ó she asked.

ÒOh yes, IÕll be there by 11.30, thereÕs a 10 oÕclock bus from here and IÕll meet you in the square about midday and we can have something to eat before we start back. By the way, there wonÕt be any arguments this time as to who is sitting in the back; you both are.Ó

ÒYouÕre taking him home with you?Ó

ÒOf course, canÕt let him get away now that IÕve caught him.Ó I heard her relay the message to Greta.

When we met up, Greta and Karen both teased us and Don became quiet and didnÕt respond and I didnÕt enlighten them as to our personal relationship and only talked about the more normal holiday activities. Fortunately they started to tell us about their feats of endurance and stamina and the speed theyÕd made getting from one hostel to another and elaborated on their ordeal in the storm. I only had to nod now and again, and make a few comments. After dropping them off at their homes, I drove on to DonÕs. HeÕd warned his mother of his return by car and not by train and she insisted I stayed to tea with them, mainly IÕm sure, to check me out. She and his father were quiet too but made me welcome and I spent a pleasant couple of hours there before returning home. He has the car tomorrow (he and his mother share it) so we are to visit my parents. They know a little of what to expect as I spoke to them on the phone before leaving the B&B but it will be his turn to be appraised.

What a difference a week made to my life. I started out as a rather lonely person, the proverbial wallflower who kept out of the limelight and came back with a boyfriend who cares for me and I for him.

Finis