Chapter 1

When I was much younger, I lived with my parents in a village called Waterly Edge. It was a very small village; more of a hamlet to be fair. We had a shop, a pub, a church, a bus stop and bugger all else. There were only a few houses and several neighbouring farms. We did not even have a bus service apart from the Saturday market bus which left the village at nine o’clock and returned at five o’clock. And if you missed it, you had to either walk home or take a taxi.

It was the middle of summer and I was around 15 or 16. I had been to see a friend of mine in the next village which was eight miles away. I headed home on a bright sunny evening but after an hour or so of walking the sky went black and the wind picked up. A storm came in with gusto, thunder clapped and roared overhead while the dark sky was ripped apart by zigzag lines of lightening. Minutes later the rain came down in heavy sheets, and my shorts and summer shirt where drenched within seconds. I stumbled on hardly able to see, partly due to the darkness and partly due to the fact my eyes were full of rainwater. I had trainers on, but they were soon sodden.

I decided to leave the road and try to shelter under some trees in a nearby wood; this did not help that much, so I decided to take a detour via the woods back to my village. I plunged deeper into the woods, splashing along paths that had become little muddy streams and scratching myself on branches and brambles I could not avoid in the darkness while all the time the storm raged on above me. The sound was scary, thunder echoed around me and the lightning ripped across the night sky.

Well ... my navigational skills let me down and within an hour I was totally lost, I came out of the woods onto a road that I did not recognise, and to be honest, I was not even sure which way to turn to take me home.

I must have looked a dreadful state, soaked to the skin, mud up to my knees, arms and legs scratched and bleeding. I was about to mentally toss a coin to choose which way to walk when two lights appeared further along the road coming toward me. The nearer they got the larger they got, when they were about thirty yards away, I could make out the small van behind the headlights. I stepped into the middle of the road and flagged the van down. I could not see the driver as the sky was blacker than ever and the rain was coming down in sheets.

I saw the driver’s window open, ran toward it and heard a voice calling out for me to jump in. I ran to the passenger side, opened the door and dived in, glad to be out of the storm The van was an old wreck that smelt of old vegetables and fruit. Thankfully the hot air blowers were in full blast.

I looked at the driver; she was a lady in her forties, with blonde hair and round spectacles.

“Thank you so much for stopping”, I said, my teeth chattering with the cold. She seemed warm enough as she was trussed up in a big old wax jacket.

“Hey, its not a problem”, she replied.

“Where are you from and what are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere in this storm?” There was a genuine note of concern in her voice.

I told her my story, and she smiled at me. “Well, the road to Waterly Edge is flooded and there is no way around from here. I was on my way back to my farm. You should come and try to dry out until the storm dies down”. She said, her friendliness was obvious from her voice.

She drove down the lane, the driving conditions were horrible, and the wind buffeted the van. It took over half an hour to get to her farm. She pulled up as near to the door as possible.

“Right young man, last one in makes the tea”, she said with a giggle, and with that, she was out of the door and running across the farmyard to the door. I was out and following her within seconds, dodging puddles as I did so.

I entered the farm’s kitchen and stood by the door; the lady was already filling the kettle from a tap.

She turned to face me once the kettle was on the old gas cooker.

“My ... my ... you do look like a drowned rat, and you must be freezing”, she said with a sympathetic smile.

I nodded my agreement, my teeth were still chattering.

“My name is Lizzy by the way, Lizzy Barrette of Barrette’s Farm,” she said.

“Hi Mrs Barrette, my names Zak”, I replied.

She smiled, “It’s Miss Barrette, but you must call me Lizzy”. With that, she went into a room off the kitchen and came back with a towel which she gave to me.

“You need to dry off, you will catch pneumonia”, she said, and removed her jacket, hanging it on a hanger by the door.

She was wearing wellington boots, a loose-fitting skirt that stretched over a plump arse, and a white blouse that did little to hide the huge bust she had. I could see the pattern of her bra through the material it was so tightly stretched. She learned forward to pull off her boots and gave me a view of her expansive of freckled cleavage. She was like the girls we looked at in the titty books that got passed around at school.

I tried not to look but I was a teenager, and I could not help myself. I was sure she had not seen me staring, so when she finished removing her boots I quickly looked away.

“Well first things first. I bet your mother will be worrying about you. I will make us a nice hot drink while you go and use the phone in the front room to let her know you are okay”. Lizzie said.

“Are you sure that’s okay?” I asked.

“Well of course it is, and you had better tell her you will have to stop here tonight, as the storm is getting worse and there is no way past that flooded road without walking.” Then she went about making the tea.

I did as I was told. The front room was cold and dusty like it was never used, and her telephone was like an antique.

I called my mom and told her a little white lie. I knew she would go mad if she knew I had tried to walk home and got caught in the storm, so I told her I was stopping at my mates until the morning. She told me this was the sensible thing to do.

When I stepped back into the kitchen, Lizzy was putting big mugs of steaming tea out and a plate of fruit cake was in the centre of the table.

“Sit down”, she said jovially “and please help yourself; it’s home-made.”

She sat on the opposite side to me. I was nearer the gas oven and its heat felt good, but I was still freezing cold and damp. My hands shook as I reached for the tea.

“Oh dear, you’re colder than I imagined, I think the best thing would be a hot bath.” With that she was up and bustling out of the door, I heard her go up the stairs and then seconds later the sound of running water could be heard.

I had my tea and had eaten two slices of cake before she came back downstairs.

“Wow so you liked my cake?” she asked.

“It was great, thank you so much,” I said

“I do like a lad with a good appetite,” she said and shot me a smile.

I was not sure what to say that...

“Right, the bathroom is at the top of the stairs. If you need more hot water just help yourself, the boiler makes more than enough for me so there is plenty to spare”, she said, as she tided away the teacups.

I made my way up to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. The bath was a big old thing, that was full to the brim with hot bubbly water and the heat was steaming up the room. I stripped off my cold and muddy clothes and then slid in, the water was so deep it was up to my neck, it was much deeper than the bath we had at home.

It took minutes for the steaming water to start to thaw me out, and for the feeling came back to my extremities.

I lay there for what seemed like ages before I heard a knock and then Lizzy’s head appeared around the bathroom door.

“Are you okay in there Zak?” she asked, as she stepped into the room.

“I thought if it’s okay with you I would put your clothes through a wash as they are caked in mud”, she said, as she scooped them up and left the room without waiting for an answer.

It was fifteen minutes later when she appeared again, this time walking in without knocking.

“Are you feeling better?” she asked, as she sat down on the closed lid of the WC.

“Yes, thank you so much, Lizzy. I can feel my toes and fingers again now. It’s time I was getting out of this tub”, I laughed, and Lizzy giggled at this comment.

She stood up and handed me a huge white towel from the radiator: it felt warm to the touch. I thought she might leave the room as I was about to get out of the bath, but she just sat back down again.

She must have sensed my hesitation, as she quickly stood up and pulled the towel from my hands, thrusting her hand into the bath, pulling the plug out, and the room was immediately filled with the “glug ... glug ... glug” sound of the bath emptying. The water level was dropping at an alarming rate and I knew that soon my modesty would be put to the test. I looked at Lizzy and she did not seem fazed by the fact that my naked body would soon be in full display.

Lizzy was stood by the edge, holding the bath the towel opens wide for me to step into. I stood up, quickly stepped out of the bath, and folded myself into the towel expecting her to let go, but once I was out of the bath, she started to dry me, rubbing me vigorously with the soft towel. I felt unable to stop her, I was paralysed in the moment...

She started on my head and worked down over shoulders and chest. By the time she got to my waist, there was an obvious issue, my cock was starting to stir, and this was not helped by her dropping to her knees to dry my legs. She took the towel with her and I was standing there as naked as the day I was born.

As she worked down my calves, she seemed not to notice my semi-erect knob almost at the same level as her eyes, an erection that was not being helped by the fact that as I looked down, I was gazing at that amazing cleavage. She worked down the outside of my legs then back up the inside until she came to a natural stopping point.

“Mmmm ... now what’s this all about?” she giggled, before rubbing the towel over my cock and balls.

I gasped, and then she laughed and did it again.

“Lizzy you are not helping matters here, I am embarrassed enough without you doing that”, I said my voice a little higher than normal

“Well, it’s only natural and it’s a compliment that an old bird like me can still excite a young man so much”, she said giggling again, and with that, she handed me the towel, which I wrapped around my hips trying to hide my now fully erect prick.

I thought perhaps I had offended her, but she just leaned over and stuck the plug in the bath and started the water running. She turned to face me, and without a word started to unbutton her blouse.

I was taken back; I was shocked but at the same time I was excited and intrigued. Was she going to undress in front of me or did she expect me to go? I was in two minds; my head told me I should leave the room while my cock told me to stay. I did the only thing I could think of ... and asked the question.

“Should I wait downstairs, Lizzy?” I asked not knowing where to look, as her blouse ended up on the bathroom floor. Her boobs were encased in an industrial-strength bra, the flesh oozed over the cups and I could see huge dark red circles that I knew were her nipples. They were creating little mounds in the cups of her bra.

She just looked at me, smiled, winked, and said, “Well, I will leave that for you to decide young man”.

Once again, my head was full of conflicting thoughts, but in the end, I knew I wanted to see how far she would go, so I stood still my eyes watching her every movement, my cock twitching and swelling beneath the towel.

Her skirt hit the floor. She had chubby legs and big flowery knickers on; they were not the sexiest knickers in the world but on that evening, they were doing it for me!

She looked me in the eye as her hands reached around and unclipped her bra. Her tits were huge, they dropped a little, but they were the first real pair I had ever seen, and I gasped audibly, amazed at how huge they seemed compared with the pictures I had seen.

Her nipples seemed huge, dark red and as big as my thumb. She gave a little shimmy, and those huge orbs shook like two huge jellies. Her nipples were surrounded by a dark knobbly patch of skin, as dark as chocolate.

“You like my boobies then young Zak?” she asked almost purring as if she did not know from my facial expression. She cupped them in her hands, almost presenting them to me, lifting them and squeezing them as I watched. Her thumbs flicked at her nipples and her fingers massaged the skin of those big beauties.

“I like them very much”, my voice catching in my throat. My cock was throbbing, and I was sure I would spurt all over the bathroom floor any second. I so wanted to grab them there and then.

She slipped her fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties and slid them down in one movement, before kicking them across the room, I could see a patch of dark hair between her thighs, and my cock throbbed even more.

Lizzy must have sensed something was wrong.

“Are you okay?” she asked. “If this is making you uncomfortable, you can always leave the room.”

“NO ... No ... not at all”, I stammered “it’s just...”

And I looked down to where my cock was making an obvious tent in the towel.

Lizzy moved closer to me and slipped the towel from my waist, my cock was standing to attention, the tip was shiny with pre cum and I moved my hands to hide my obvious excitement.

“Let me see that, please,” she asked. I moved my hands. My cock was not that big, but she whistled in appreciation.

She sat on the WC and beckoned me toward her.

“Perhaps you would be more comfortable if I took care of this for you,” her fingers reached out and started stroking the underside of my cock, making me jump.

The world seemed to stand still and I could hear a rushing noise in my ears.

I could not speak so I just nodded enthusiastically, Lizzy’s left hand and reached out and cupped my balls, fondling them gently. Then the fingers on her right hand formed a circle around the base of my cock.

I stopped breathing as she slid her fingers slowly from the base to the tip of my cock, gently rolling them over the sticky exposed helmet. I watched as she slowly let some saliva slip from her mouth and onto the shaft of my organ, using it to lubricate her fingers, her fingers stroked up and down slowly, I could feel them stroking and squeezing me and it was driving me wild. All the time I could feel my balls being caressed. It was something I often did when I was having a wank and I seemed to have very sensitive bollocks. Every now and then Lizzy would release my balls and her fingers would stroke the soft patch of skin that led to my ass.

I looked down at her face and it was a picture of pure concentration, her face was so close to my dick that I could feel her hot breath on it. She slid her fingers back down over my cock with slow delicate movements while at the same time stroking and cupping my scrotum. I knew that I would not last long, I wanked most days, but I had never seen a real naked woman, never had anyone else’s hand stroking me. This was all very new to me and all very exciting.

I tried to concentrate, starring at the ceiling, trying to make it last as long as possible, unsure where this all would lead. Lizzy’s hand stroked along my length again, this time her thumb stroked across the sensitive tip, sliding around on the pre-cum that was coating it.

She giggled and I looked down at her, her fingers stroked along my angry red cock, they felt as soft as velvet. Every stroke made me groan with pleasure and every groan brought a sigh of satisfaction from Lizzy. I swear she seemed to be enjoying wanking me off as much as I was enjoying it.

She alternated her grip on my rigid cock sometimes soft sometimes hard, but the strokes were always slow, from the very base to the very tip of my cock. At the tip, her thumb massaged my cum to lubricate her fingers before she stroked back along my length.

“It’s been over ten years since I had a real cock to play with. I hope you have lots of stamina”, she said, continuing her ministrations. My hips started to move involuntarily, and I knew that I was about to blow the biggest load of my life. I had to rest my hands on her naked shoulders to steady myself as I was sure my legs would give way at any moment they had turned to jelly.