They’d met in the gym simply by the coincidence of going at the same times twice a week. Simon probably wasn’t Beth’s ideal man at first appearances. A little shy, not over weight but not well toned either – probably why he was at the gym – in contrast Beth who was there to keep her slim well toned body as near to perfect as she could.
In fact, some weeks Simon only went along to see Beth’s perfect pert bum in her track suite and she sat on the spinning machine.
They met, chatted and got into the habit of having a tea in the café afterwards and a friendship grew up which was how Beth came to agree to a day’s walk in the Cotswolds with Simon.
When Saturday arrived, it was a beautiful cold but sunny spring day. Beth should have worn jeans but she’d been feeling horny about the day all week, partly because she suspected that Simon would be too shy to do anything but walk – and the thought of teasing men always made Beth horny. So instead she wore a calf length tartan kilt with a leather belt that hugged her hips and the fell away in a broad flair. With this she wore knee length pink woollen socks (because they looked fun) and her walking boots. Beneath her simple plain woollen jacket she wore a soft polo neck sweater – looking quite the country girl from a fashion magazine. For underwear, Beth wore a ‘Per Uno’ padded bra adding a full cup size to her a-cup breasts and a ruby red pair of silk shortie-style French knickers as they were extremely comfortable (and more than a little sexy) for walking.
Simon was amazed by her appearance, he couldn’t believe the vision of beauty he was going out with for the day. It took a little over an hour to get to the Cotwolds and by lunchtime they’d walked much further than expected. Throughout the walk Simon was fascinated by Beth’s skirt. At each fence crossing she would hitch it high up her legs like some Victorian woman in a peep show revealing her tanned smooth legs above her pink socks in a most brazen way. More than once he’d caught a flash of the red lace of her knickers.
They had lunch in a country pub washed down by several pints of beer. They only had 4 miles to go back to the car but the boozy lunch made them both quite lethargic and giggly. They set off but soon stopped on a hilltop to catch their breath and to admire the view. Beth lay on her back in the warm sunshine as the chatted. After what felt like an age to Beth, Simon eventually leant over her and gave her a tentative kiss. She returned his gentle kiss on the top lip with a more passionate kiss giving him the signal, she hoped, that more was required! As the kissed he placed his hand on her leg and gently ran it in up and down her kilt. It was nice but she wanted his hand under her kilt and he was clearly going to take for ever to venture that far. So Beth bent her knees up in the air and taking Simon’s hand guided it under her kilt. Beth would gladly have let him finger her there on the hillside in the sun until she reached orgasm but Simon was too shy to be so forward. His hand never strayed above mid thigh.
Realising it was not to be, and needing a pee, Beth eased Simon off her and they walked down the hill toward the car in a slightly awkward silence. However, Simon’s failure to meet Beth’s desires only served to inflame her passion. At each fence she showed far more leg that was necessary nearly drawing her skirt entirely up to her waist. By the time they reached the car, parked in the hotel car park, Beth was pleased to have noticed ‘signs of life’ from the Simon’s trousers.
Lets go in, “I need a pee’” Beth declared.
So they went in and whilst Simon ordered coffee Beth went to the loo. As she sat on the loo seat Beth pondered about going home knowing that she could masturbate herself to her much needed orgasm alone that evening but what she really wanted was to hold a firm cock in her hands and enjoy the heavy scent of a man’s cum. She realised her only option was to keep the timid Simon there. So, on her return, she collected 2 double brandies from the bar.
‘Cheers’ she said sitting down ‘thanks for a lovely day’ taking a sip from her glass.
Simon, smiled and thanked her adding ‘ I can’t’ gesturing towards the brandy ‘I’ve got to drive’.
‘Well its only Saturday, why don’t we say here and have a walk in the morning and be back by lunchtime – you don’t have anything arranged do you?”
“No I guess not” he replied with a slight nervous tone to his voice.
Before he could say anything else Beth interrupted “ great! I’ll sort the room you get another drink”.
Simon was a bit shocked by Beth’s direct approach and tried to convince himself it didn’t mean what he thought Beth was suggesting- were they to sleep together? Did she intend to have sex with him?
By the time he’d returned with the drinks Beth had sorted out the room. A twin, the last one left but with a nice en-suite. Simon tried to work out what this meant – separate beds? Perhaps a lucky glimpse of her body but the night spent separate with an aching erection?
They drank there second large brandy, Beth, took off her boots and then her socks off her tired feet.
God even her feet are sexy thought Simon.
Beth was feeling warm and more than a bit woozy by the brandy. “Its an hour until dinner starts” she said – “lets go upstairs and check the room”.