Chapter 9

After we had finished our tasty steak meal and finished the wine Jenny tentatively put her head out from our camper van’s door to test if the ‘Vampire Midges’ had decided to back off. They appeared to have gone now so she pleaded with me for us to walk down to the water’s edge. Even perhaps try to spot this shy and illusive Loch Ness monster? Evidently dusk was a good time to see it! I gave in, we changed, locked up the Camper and leaving the car park crossed over the road to walk down a steep path right to the Loch side.

Loch Ness was stunningly beautiful, still and strangely eerie in the fading half light as we walked slowly along the trail by the side of the deep black water. It was totally relaxing, an unbelievably stress free walk after I’d been driving all day. We didn’t see anyone for about half an hour, but nor did we see any Loch Monsters, not even a ripple stirred the Loch! We did however see a very startled Fox. Then after that, in a wooded clearing we also saw several beautiful tiny Roe Deer, hardly bigger than a large dog eating the tops of bracken shoots, they looked up at us in sheer panic before they bounded off and away in fright, taking huge four foot leaps through the bracken in the many wooded glades as they fled.

“I saw dozens of small deer leaping about like that this morning walking down the forestry track from that shop,” Jenny volunteered, “Fiona’s dog kept trying to chase after them. Then some Squirrels too but to be honest that Bruce was really good, unbelievably obedient. As soon as I called him he’d come every time.”

“Funny,” I joked, “He didn’t ‘come’ last night after you asked him to. You were rubbing his cock for ages.”

Jenny slapped me hard, “You are going to be more than a bit disappointed hearing about my sexy morning dog walk when I do finally tell you the real truth! I slipped my red knickers off all for nothing,” she laughed.

“Try me,” I volunteered as we came across a fallen tree by the side of the trail path and I sat down on it. “It may still sound well sexy to me, whether you have got yourself pregnant with Bruce’s puppies or not.”

“I definitely won’t be” she retorted in a mock sad voice, sitting down beside me, “Brucie spurned my advances, I’m probably not pretty enough. Or maybe that Landlady Fiona had worn him out shagging him last night. I didn’t see any husbands about in her Pub, did you?”

“No, now I think about it, I didn’t. Mind you they do say that Retrievers are unbelievably faithful. You could well be right? Perhaps Bruce did fancy you but just didn’t want to commit adultery and upset his Fiona?”

Jenny looked around furtively before she spoke, although I have no idea why. Apart from Foxes and Deer there can’t have been a living soul around for miles. Despite this she lowered her voice and went on,

“Right, stop joking now and I’ll tell you the truth. Yes, ok. Before I offered to take that Bruce to the shop after my breakfast this morning I knew fucking well how horny I’d got about him last night. It was with you talking about it and getting me all wound up. Do you remember how potty the dog had gone for that half used butter foil we had left on the table after dinner? Fiona threw it down for him. He licked it clean then she picked up the wrapper. I remembered this morning at breakfast when she threw down another half used butter for him that was left on another table. She said the dog was daft about butter. After I offered to take Bruce up for the papers with me, as she was putting his lead on I slipped the last wrapped up butter portion off my breakfast toast plate and into my bag.”

“Jesus,” I replied, “So what was that kept for, bribing him before he fucked you?”

“No, way off!” Jenny took a deep breath and went on, “He didn’t do anything much to be honest, there’s not a whole lot to even tell you. I just wanted to see how I’d feel about it on my own and stone sober instead of half pissed. That village shop was about a mile up a busy road but coming back again it was deserted down that path trail running next those Pine woods. There was a Forestry Commission sign up saying ‘Private. No entry’ into the trees off the path. It was fenced off but it had small swinging turnstile gates every so often but they just opened up if you swung them. They’re obviously only there to stop any vehicles, or big animals like horses or cattle not walkers so I pushed open the second one we came to and walked through for about a hundred yards into those trees with the dog. He was off the lead on the way back, so that’s where he chased off after those deer I said we saw.”

“Go on,” I prompted intrigued, “Then what? Get to the sexy bits.”

“I am,” Jen went on. “Bruce came back to me when I called, I looked around and realised no one using that trail path could possibly see us now, as we were well hidden out of sight in those trees. I leaned up against one of them and just pulled my loose shorts over to one side for him to look at my muff like Cesar did.”

“I thought you took those red knickers off for him first?” I interrupted, rapidly warming to Jen’s story.

“No,” she countered, “I didn’t have to. I’d already stepped out of my shorts to slip my knickers off in their pub toilet just before we’d set off. I told you after we came back off the boat. I’d forgotten that I wasn’t wearing any when we were out sailing on Loch Ness, they’d been in my bag ever since breakfast time. Its no wonder that young boatman was getting a really good look at my muffin up those baggy shorts.”

I laughed and started to speak but Jenny put her finger to her lips to hush me as she went on with her tale.

“Look, do you want to know what happened, or not? It’s you who’s frantic for all the details but I think you might be a bit disappointed, I was. After I called Bruce back over to me I tried to show him my pussy and rubbed myself up quite a bit, I was getting quite excited at what I was doing out in the open air, in public.”

“Wow Jen, so did the dog just dive straight into it?” I prompted her, getting excited now.

“No,” Jenny answered. “The sod didn’t, that’s just it. He wasn’t one bit interested. The Bastard just sniffed at me a bit then walked away. I was well pissed off after I’d been offering to let him do exactly the same as that Boxer dog was doing to me on those photos you took in Pitlochry, I’d hazily remembered it was sexy.”

“You didn’t get any tonguing at all from him then? I said, sounding disappointed.

“I haven’t finished yet. That’s why I’d taken that butter pat, in case he wouldn’t do it, I only wanted him to lick me a bit just to remember what it felt like if a dog did it. I knew that Bruce loved butter. When he first backed away I opened the butter pat I’d got from my bag and put some onto my Vagina,” she admitted.

“Jesus you’re giving me a hard on here” I admitted. “Did he give you a good licking out after all then?”

“Yes, but not for long, only for about a minute or so until the butter was gone, then he stopped. When I ran out of butter after three tries he just stopped. He went off sniffing for Rabbits again.”

“Jesus, was it nice? what did you do?” I croaked.

“What do you think I did?” Jenny laughed guiltily. “Yes, it was really nice to be honest. When he stopped I gave myself the fastest frig ever, leant back against the tree. I was gaga, I came in less than a minute. Are you surprised, after he’d been licking butter off my clitoris?”

“So you are saying in effect that if I licked you for a minute or so here and now then I stopped you’d be so fucking gaga you’d have to go lean against that tree over there to frig yourself like you did this morning?

“You could try it. I’m game if you are but I haven’t got any butter left, “ she laughed, looking around furtively then hitching up her skirt and pulling her knickers to one side to expose a moist excited pussy.

Before I could join in this game we heard loud voices coming towards us, only seconds later a group of about five or six people on Mountain bikes cycled slowly past us on the trail. They cheerily waved hello to us and shouted greetings with what seemed like a German accent then vanished along the trail again. Laughing out loud we abandoned our planned ‘Al fresco’ Cunnylingus session, calmed down a bit and just followed the path home slowly, back the way the cyclists had gone.

By the time we got back to the Camper Van it was darker, almost night and we saw three cars were now parked up in the old quarry near to our Camper. All had German plates and cycle racks. We opened up our Van and settled down with a drink, again Ice cold Prosecco, then listened to some music, very relaxed now.

Looking out of our window ten minutes later I saw our German cyclist friends who had nearly discovered me performing Cunnylingus on my wife on the banks of Loch Ness all returning to their three cars. They strapped up their trail bikes onto their car bike racks then left, first noisily shouting directions to each other in German about some hotel before all turning North at the exit, back towards Inverness.

“I’m glad we didn’t have to talk to them before they left,” Jen said thankfully, “They must have all seen me lifting my skirt up for you? Bloody hell, a minute later you’d have had your head down between my thighs.”

“I know” I said to Jenny, “Almost, and that’s twice we’ve nearly been caught having sexy open air naughties since we parked our van up here. At least those Germans aren’t staying overnight. They won’t be kept awake listening to you coming and our van rocking about all night now they’ve gone.”

“Well they were German tourists,” taunted Jenny, “Pity, they may have come over here and joined in.”

“So you wouldn’t have minded that then?” I retorted, “A Gang bang orgy Hamburg style?