Anne Reminisces upon a Romp.
It was an unuasal hot autumn day in Halifax. It felt as if were still mid July and not mid October. Anne had joined her workers at the south of the property to rebuild a dilapidated wall. They were currently in the demolishion stage of the work and Anne’s favorite part. She found it primal and satisfying to deliver blow after blow to the wall with the heavy sledge hammer. It thrilled her, the weight of the tool in her hands, the way her shoulders and back muscles rippled with the motion, the loud crack and crumble of the masonry falling to bits. She felt strong and powerful.
She was also filthy. Dust and dirt was smudged all over her, sweat pooled at her nape and brow, and her tight dark curls were loosening and falling. There was rip on her left sleeve where she has lost a fight with a bramble bush.
From across the field a rider was approaching. Though they were too far off to make out Anne recognized the bright chestnut horse approaching and knew it was her Ann. Anne acted as if she did not see her and began to pound the wall with all her strength in long fluid strokes.
“Ah Miss Walker come to check on our progress?” Anne said coyly once Ann was within range. She was a bit more out of breath than she intended but she maintained her composer.
“I was riding into town and thought you may like some fresh water.” Ann spoke still on horseback. Anne was immediately thirsty and desired to drink in every bit of her radiant wife right there. As Ann swung herself off the horse a small bead of sweat fell from her hairline, traced its way down her neck and landed on her the exposed skin of her chest in the low cut dress. Anne lust was growing. She wanted to order the men away so she could throw her wife down then and ravage her while the sun danced across them.
Ann pulled the water jug out of the saddle bag and handed it to Anne and as she did she grasped Anne’s wrist, pulled her within earshot and whispered “Don’t wear yourself out Miss Lister, I am wet with need for you tonight” Her breath tickled against her ear and Anne could smell the lavender perfume on her neck mixing with her sweat and pheromones. Anne eyes grew wide with the boldness at which Ann teased her.
“Ah yes thank you, Miss Walker. May I help you up on your horse?” Anne replied audibly.
Ann obliged and at the last moment Anne took the opportunity to subtly grope Anns rump in agreement with the proposition.
As Miss Walker rode away Anne’s clit swelled and pulsed with desire.
“Well men this work is going well, it seems you have sufficient help and I am needed back on the estate.” With that Anne took her leave.
Her head was full of erotic images of Miss Walker the entire walk back to Shibden. She had a cool bath drawn immediately and scrubbed herself clean. Once alone in her bedroom she let her hand slide between her thighs.
“How does she completely undo me” she thought as began to slowly rub her own clit. She was still so wet and hard from just that brief moment earlier in the field. She thought of Anns slender neck and how she wanted to bite it. Anns perky nipples and how they would tighten under Anne’s fingers. Her own fingers began to circle her throbbing member and her other hand began gently squeezing her breast. She thought of the way Ann would thrust forward during love making so she could receive more of Anne and how she whimper under her command.
She quicken her hands pace and began to alternate from slipping two fingers inside herself and flicking her clit. The scene of them two nights ago appeared to her as she began to push another finger inside herself. Ann had crawled on top of Anne and lifted her nightgown exposing her naked pelvis and did the same to Anne. She then began to grind her slick groin against Anne’s. Anne hand gripped Anns thighs and began meeting her thrust for thrust. Anne rubbed her own clit harder thinking about how Anns juices had dripped down on her opening.
Ann flushed and panting leaned over into Anne begging”finish me please”
Anne had grabbed her by the waist, flipped her down hard on the bed and mounted her. She had pinned one of Anns hands above her head and with the same swift motion she push 3 fingers inside Anne. Miss Walker gasped and flushed, her back arced with pleasure.
At this point Anne was completely caught up in the memory, with one hand she began furiously rubbing herself and the other pushing in and out of herself.
As she had begun to pump in and out of Ann and she could feel how tight her body clenched around her fingers. A mischievous look crossed Ann’s face, she suddenly pushed her free hand between them and began to rapidly rub Anne’s dripping cunt. This had caught Anne off by surprise and she immediately squirted hot cum all over Anns pulsing clit, much to Anns delight. Anne moaned but continued to push deeper into Ann, pushing her own cum into Ann who shortly came to trembling completion.
It was at this point, alone in her room that Anne too came to a shuddering completion.
Her chest heaved and she wondered what situation she would find herself into tonight when her beautiful wife lay beside her.