It was a glorious, hot, late summer’s day.  We had been hiking on the fringes of Exmoor, spending lunch on a ledge high above the Bristol Channel, the bracken tumbling steeply away to the sea in front, Wales glimmering on the horizon to the north.  During the afternoon we worked our way inland, eventually taking a track on the edge of the moor next to meadows full of grazing sheep.  It was here that disaster struck when I slipped and twisted my ankle.  After hobbling on for a few hundred metres it became clear that I could not walk the hour or so back to our hotel.  We sat down in a patch of browned bracken, soft enough to make a comfortable seat for two and sipped our water bottles.

“I can’t go on. It’s too painful.”

“I’ll go back and drive the car to the lane end, then walk up here from the lane and help you down, but it will take me well over an hour. You rest here. It’s a lovely place and you have a comfy bed in the bracken.”

I sat there watching Stan disappear down the track.  When he was out of sight I lay back, used my rucksack as a pillow and covered my face with my broad-brimmed hat. I don’t remember falling asleep, but sometime later, a noise close by roused me.  I sat up and saw a tractor on the track with a trailer full of straw behind.  Sitting on the tractor was a man, a black man, smiling gently at me, a twinkle in his eyes.

“‘Tis a lovely day to be sleeping, I don’t want to disturb you but I thought it good to check you are all right.”

“Actually I’ve twisted my ankle and my husband has gone to drive our car to the lane end.”

“It’s quite a way to the lane; would you like me to give you a lift in my trailer?”

“Yes, please, that’s very kind of you.”

I got up and started to hobble around picking up my stuff, then suddenly he was beside me “Don’t walk on it, I’ll carry you.”

He picked me up, carrying me like a child, and then lifted me over the back of the trailer, gently lowering me into the straw bed.  I pulled myself up with the intention of giving him a peck on the cheek, but as I did he turned his face to me and my peck landed full on his lips.  I couldn’t help what happened next, my lips opened voluntarily and he slipped his tongue into my mouth.  The kiss went on and on, I was surrounded by his strength and odour and suddenly desperately wanted him to make love to me.  He climbed onto the trailer, we moved around a bit until we were surrounded by straw, invisible to the outside world.

We petted and groped while our upper bodies were gradually stripped of clothing.  I stroked the taut material of his jeans, feeling the hardness inside, wanting to have it all inside me.  His hand pushed between my thighs, his fingers working my clit through the material of my shorts.

I felt my shorts being tugged, my waistband loosening and the zip being opened fully before a hand pushed inside my panties and a finger found its way between my labia before these two items were pulled roughly off my body.  I knew I was wet with desire and his rubbing on my clit was building me to orgasm.  Then he leant forward and his finger was replaced by his tongue separating my lips, wiggling, flicking on my most sensitive place.  Suddenly I came, my body throbbing and thrusting as the pleasure filled my brain.

My hands caressed him, one slipped down to his crotch where his hard cock was pressing against his trousers.  I found the zip, pulled it down and groped inside before pulling it out.  I looked down, this erect beast was twice the size of Stan’s, and I wondered if it would fit inside me without tearing my vagina apart.  He moaned gently, and I shifted around until his cock was close to my lips.

I opened my mouth wide and let his engorged erection slide inside.  My vision was full of black skin and tight curly pubes.  Gently I moved my head up and down, gradually taking more of him as he thrust into me.

We moved around, he sat with his back against a straw bale and I turned before lowering myself onto his lap cowgirl style facing away. Reaching down he grasped his erection and then squeezed it into my wet hole.  We jiggled around, his thrusts engorging my flesh even more.  My fingers stroked and aroused my clit and I came quickly, heaving and rolling around on him while trying to keep that beautiful cock inside me.  My next orgasm pulled him clear, his tool erect in front of me, ready for more action.

Panting with exertion, I toppled forward, crawling away over the straw. I moved on all fours, the straw digging into my arms and legs.  He climbed on top of me before reaching down to slide his cock into the entrance of my vagina.  Quickly he thrust into me; I felt it go in deep and hard before he started to fuck me, his rhythm building as my body responded.  I had never known such pleasure, my cunt was full of him and every stroke pulled my clit, driving me towards orgasm.  I felt something build inside, then the floodgates opened and I screamed in ecstasy as his pounding became unbearably pleasurable and I climaxed again.

And so it was my turn to give him the ultimate pleasure.  He knelt up on the hay, and I lowered my head to take that magnificent cock in my mouth.  He took charge, wanking himself as I fucked it with my mouth, head bobbing forwards and backwards, faster and faster.

I looked up at his face, eyes screwed up, mouth wide open as he pushed on, his hand a blur in front of my face.  Sucking, licking, sucking I did my part until  –  “I’m cumming!”

As he lost control his prick came out of my mouth, I kept wide open, my tongue out to receive his juice.  As it flowed out I felt his warmth on my tongue and the sensation of cum flowing down my chin all adding to my feeling of satisfaction.

We lay there panting and spent, he rolled off me and we both stared up into the cloudless blue sky.  I caressed his body under his shirt, wondering how my life would change if I had this man every day.

“Oh God, you are an incredible man.”

“Well thank you, ma’am, I do try to please.”

We laughed together, joined by our coupling until he looked deep into my eyes and I felt the need to kiss again, roughly pushing my tongue into his mouth, feeling him respond and push back until I thought his tongue was going down my throat.

He drew back and smiled. “I think we should get you down to the lane.”

I nodded agreement and we put our clothes back together before he dismounted, got into the tractor, started the engine and drove slowly down the track.  When the tractor stopped moving, I sat up to see the gate to the lane about ten metres ahead and Stan standing beside the tractor.

“I’ve given your wife a lift, she’s in the trailer.”

Stan turned and looked at me, somewhat dishevelled and with straw poking out from my hair and clothes.

“That’s very kind of you - we really appreciate your help as it would have been a very painful walk for her.”

“All my pleasure.”

Stan came round to the trailer, helped me down and as we walked past the tractor raised an arm in thanks. 

The farmer looked at us and asked “What are you doing this evening?”

Stan replied, “We’re eating at the Red Lion.”

“Well, why don’t you come to the farm and let my wife cook you a real Somerset meal?”

“That’s very kind, are you sure it’s not too much trouble?”

“Not at all, say seven thirty - just keep on a bit at the lane end and you’ll come to the farmhouse.”

He smiled at me from his vantage point on the tractor, a very knowing smile, and then I leant on Stan and hobbled back to our car feeling my juices wet in the crotch of my panties.