Further Adventures With Older Ladies
Copyright© 2022 by Zak
Chapter 62
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 62 - These are my further adventures with older ladies ( and some not so old). I recommend you read my adventures with old ladies before you read this story.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Mult Teenagers Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual True Story Farming Military School Incest Sister Aunt Orgy Interracial White Male White Female Oriental Female Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Pegging Petting Safe Sex Sex Toys Spitting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism BBW Big Breasts Teacher/Student Revenge Violence
Sue lay flat on the bed. Her legs akimbo, the view of her strong, tanned legs in stockings and suspenders was a real turn-on. My dick was throbbing with anticipation.
I took my cock in my hand and was about to fuck Sue when a bell started to ring. It wasn’t the door or the phone. I glanced at the clock; it was only nine thirty.
Sue rolled over...
“That sounds like the alarm in the shop!” she said and jumped up to the window.
I grabbed my shorts and a t-shirt. Then slipped my trainers on.
“I think someone is breaking into the shop!” she yelled, “Should I call the police?”
“Stay there, Sue, I will go and check!” I said. I ran down the stairs and grabbed one of the torches that Sue stored by the door.
I closed the farmhouse door behind me. The shop’s door was open, but it was dark inside. I won’t lie; I was scared. What if there were more than one guy in there? I looked around, and there was a broom leaning against the wall by the tool shed. I picked it up. My heart was racing. There were two, or three of them.
I heard Sue calling out from the farmhouse door.
“Please be careful, Zak!” she shouted.
As she said it, the lights in the shop came on, and I heard giggling, a female giggling.
I stepped into the shop, and Emily was on her hands and knees, scrabbling around for something.
She looked up, smiled, and then she vomited all over the floor. I put the alarm code into the panel to shut down the bells.
I turned around and shouted across the yard.
“Sue, we don’t need the police, it’s Emily, and she’s pissed!” I shouted.
“Pissed?” Sue said as she jogged across the yard. She was wearing jeans and a rugby shirt. I wondered if she still had the sexy undies on underneath.
I turned around to see Emily throw up again. The smell of beer and wine filled my nose. It was good that I was not squeamish at all.
Sue came in and looked down at Emily, who was now crying and muttering something about all men being wankers. I saw her gag. I guess she didn’t have a strong stomach.
“What the fuck?” Sue said, shaking her head. “Right, we need to get her into the house, and we need to get this cleaned up!”
So we took an arm apiece, hauled Emily to her feet, and walked her across to the house. All the time, Emily was muttering the word “sorry” over and over again.
I held her up, and Sue took Emily’s shoes off, as they were covered in puke. Then we took her upstairs to the bathroom.
“I think she would be happier if I did this bit on my own!” Sue said as she sat Emily down on the toilet.
“Are you sure she is covered in ... well, puke!” I replied. Sue was already looking a bit iffy.
“I think I will be okay. I need to put some perfume under my nose. It’s the smell that makes me feel ill!” Sue said. I held Emily up, and Sue went into the bedroom. She was back seconds later, and I could smell her perfume.
“Right, I think I need to strip her off, so it’s time you left the room!” Sue said.
“No worries. I will go and mop up the shop’s floor!” I said and headed downstairs. I knew there was a mop and bucket in one of the kitchen cupboards. I found it and filled the bucket with hot water and bleach, then went over to the shop.
It took three buckets of water and a lot of mopping before the floor looked clean and smelled clean. I sprayed some air freshener around. Then I set the alarm and locked the door.
I gave the mop and bucket a good cleaning using the bib tap over the yard drain, then headed back to the house. Then I put them in the garden to dry off.
Sue was sitting at the table with a coffee in her hand. I could hear the washing machine going.
“That’s all done!” I said as I put the mop and bucket away.
“I stripped her off, showered her down, and then dried her off, before putting her in the spare room, with a bucket and a bottle of water!” Sue told me.
Sue was making another coffee. I sat down and took a sip of my brew.
“She was not making much sense. I’m not sure if I should call Babs?” Sue said, and I could see the concern on her face.
“You might drop her in it if she has told Babs she is out with mates or something!” I replied.
“True... But if I say I need to ask her about something, that might give us more of a clue!” Sue said and got up. She went into the study, and I heard her making the call.
She came back ten minutes later.
“Babs thinks she is stopping at her mates. I told her I just needed to check her shifts, but it was not important.” Sue said and drank her coffee.
“Well, I guess we will only find out once she has sobered up!” I said and drained my cup.
“We can’t share a room tonight, love, just in case she wakes up and wanders around!” Sue said with a sad smile.
I was gutted as I wanted to empty my balls, but it was what it was.
So I got us glasses of water, and we headed upstairs. Sue went to her room, and I went to mine.
I woke when I heard the stairs creaking. I pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt and glanced at the clock. I headed downstairs. Emily was in the kitchen looking shamefaced and a bit green around the gills.
“I am so sorry...!” she said, bursting into tears. “You must think I am such a twat!”
I sat her down and told her there was nothing to be sorry for.
I got her a glass of water and put the kettle on. Sue must have heard us as she came downstairs. I glanced at the clock. It was five-thirty.
I made mugs of coffee for all of us. I also got some plain biscuits out of the pantry.
“Do you want to tell us what happened, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to, love!” Sue asked. “You don’t have to, we were just worried about you!”
Emily looked down at the table. Then she told us her story.
It seemed that Babs was a bit controlling and didn’t let Emily have much to do with boys, and she never let her drink booze. Emily had been seeing a guy on the sly. They had been asked to go to a party, and the guy, Adam, had said that Emily could stop by his house, telling her that his mom and dad would be home and that she could have the spare room.
She thought that, as his mom and dad were around, there would be no funny business.