Steve and I had decided at an early age that we would be different; we never wanted a life where we would be cooped up in an office or bank. The ‘rat race’ was therefore a non-entity for us. We wanted an outdoor life and a simple existence. To this end we saw a TV programme about life on the Scottish Islands and decided that it was exactly what we wanted.
We were both twenty two at the time, and have now been on the island for about two years. Steve and I were always open-minded and had attended the odd swinging party in college before we came to live here. We were very young at the time but we could never be described as naive. Nevertheless, it took us about two years to feel part of the community, be accepted by them and join in with the parties and Hogmanay. Looking back, I guess we introduced a certain level of uncertainty to the island when we arrived all those years ago.
Tom, who helped us a lot with our farmstead, was about forty years of age, maybe a little older. It was a few weeks before Hogmanay, which is New Year’s Eve in Scotland, when I was with Tom at the time that he mentioned that he would have to go away.
He had been so kind to us over the years and I felt it was my time to help him out. He had to leave for the mainland and I volunteered to keep watch over the animals and land when he was gone. It was a two week period that really stretched Steve and myself. Looking after both farmsteads was hard, though the time actually went quite quickly in hindsight.
On his return, I had decided to make him a home cooked feast as he set foot through the door. Tom arrived home at about seven in the evening, though he was on the island an hour earlier. I was informed by my husband that Tom would be late as he had decided to pop into the pub on his return, for a wee dram.
Tom walked into the cottage with a big smile on his face, the table was set and the meal ready to be put on his plate. I was waiting by his chair to seat him and serve him. We both ate and we chatted until it was time for me to leave.
It was something that Tom said to me that stopped me from walking out of the door. It instilled a sense of guilt or sorrow in me, in a good way though. He told me what a wonderful woman I was and that if he was only a wee bit younger. He stopped short of finishing the sentence off completely, but I knew what he was getting at.
I had my back to Tom at the time and a smirk crossed my face. I found myself biting my lip, closing my eyes and then opening them while looking around the room for tell-tale mirrors. There were none.
“Silly me,” I suddenly announced, “I prepared another course for you, you nearly made me forget,” I continued.
I placed the chair from the table facing the fireplace and told Tom to sit there, close his eyes until I told him he could look.
I quickly ran into the kitchen, rumbled through some cupboards until I found what I was looking for. I rummaged in the cutlery drawer for a spoon and finally I prepared me. I stripped completely naked picked up my accompaniments and started for the dining room.
“Are your eyes closed?”
“Yes,” came the reply, “why the secrecy?”
I opened the jar and spooned a very large dollop of honey between my breasts. I let it run down between them. The honey was just starting to warm up and run down between my cleavage when I scooped another dollop over my left and then right nipple. I put the honey jar and the spoon on the table behind Tom.
I stepped in front of Tom and with a little trepidation I announced, “You can look now…”
Tom opened his eyes and looked astonished. I stood there are jiggled my breasts from side to side.
“You have a choice,” I said, “You can either catch the honey on its way South,” I pointed to the trickle making its way towards my belly button, “or you take these before they hit the floor and makes a mess,” I pointed to the honey that started to fall over my nipples.
Tom stared at me. His mouth fell open in disbelief. It was an aching few moments before his arms finally extended to my waist and pulled me forwards. His mouth engulfed my right nipple and he sucked it dry.
”Couldn’t have it making a mess on the floor now could we,” he replied.
“You had better hurry then, because this one is getting close,” I said as I smiled at him. He did the same to my left nipple.
Tom stood up, spun me around and put my bum firmly on the table. I placed my hands on the table behind me and instinctively opened my legs. I pushed my breasts out in front of me and watched as Tom contemplated his next move.
“More honey…” I suggested, looking at the jar to my left.
Tom was staring at the honey trail between my breasts. He started at the top and sucked it into his mouth. He then followed the trail down my stomach and over my belly button. I could feel the end of the honey trail snaking over my clit on its way to my pussy.
“I‘m going to make a mess on your tablecloth if you don‘t do something quickly,” I announced.
With that, Tom headed straight for my pussy and rescued the honey droplet extending over the edge of my clit. His tongue followed it upwards and then he returned to my pussy and proceeded to lick it clean.
I was panting and loving the feelings that Tom’s tongue stirred in me. He was doing wonderful things to my body and I desperately hoped the situation would not be awkward when we both came to our senses. It was such an erotic sight watching the honey being gathered up onto his waiting tongue. I nearly came on the spot when he pushed his tongue inside me.
I was breathing heavily when Tom thrust his tongue into my pussy, and shuddered with pleasure when he brought it out and flicked at my clit. He was, I was convinced, quite an accomplished lover.
I panted and watched as his tongue flicked my clit, I murmured some encouraging words and then it hit me. My orgasm started to take over and pumped endorphins throughout my body. I arched my back and raised my bum off the table. Tom’s hands immediately cradled my arse as he pulled my pussy towards his mouth. Finally he sucked at my clitoris and I exploded, pushing my pussy forwards onto his lips and tongue. I was shouting obscene words of encouragement as Tom brought me to my first orgasm.
After I caught my breath, I brought my body up from its reclined position on the table. Tom was forced to raise himself from my pussy and we finally kissed each other. It was a brief kiss, more loving than passionate.
I slid off the table and turned Tom around. I quickly undid his belt buckle and unbuttoned his trousers. I pushed them to the floor. His pants followed quickly and his cock sprung free. I sighed as I looked upon its length. It was still semi-hard but it was wonderful. I swallowed as I pushed him onto the table. His legs opened slightly and I sat on the chair that was so conveniently placed behind me.
I looked at his cock with intent. My hand circled it and I started to stroke it. It grew and it grew fast.
It needed a little lubrication so I dribbled some honey over the head of his cock as I held it upright. I watched as the honey slowly made its way down the length. Tom’s cock was as stiff as it was ever going to get, which was rock hard by the time my mouth engulfed him. I eventually let my tongue explore his shaft and started to lick it all up. I followed the trail of honey until his cock was clean. I sucked hard on it, savouring the sweet taste; though I had decided that Tom was going to fuck my pussy with his gorgeous cock before I would leave.
Without much notice, and to my surprise, Tom erupted in my mouth. His spunk shot to the back of my throat and I found myself swallowing frantically in order to take it all. After all, it would have been stupid and unthoughtful of me to mess up the tablecloth. I reluctantly released his cock as I found myself gasping for air. I swallowed hard but was soon back down on his cock head for the next installment of spunk. Tom didn’t disappoint. A lot more spunk seeped from his cock as I licked and swallowed.
With every last drop safely down my throat, I released my mouth and licked his shaft before looking him in the eye. Tom was shaking his head from side to side.
“I‘m sorry,” he said, “took me by surprise that did.”
I smiled at him as I stood up. “Is that game over then?” I asked.
Tom nodded, reluctantly. He looked at me and smiled, “you‘re a dark horse, Melissa.”
With that I walked slowly to the kitchen, giving him plenty of time to appreciate my posterior. I smiled to him over my shoulder and wondered what his cock would feel like inside me. I dressed in the kitchen, walked over to Tom and placed a kiss on his cheek just as he had finished pulling his trousers up. I left to go home and to tell Steve all about Tom’s homecoming.