Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy. Love Mica, Yorkshire, England
The owner of the Air B N B that I had been using me in the dales sent me an email.
‘Hello Mica. I know that you have stayed at the cottage a few times, we get so few repeats, only you. It hasn’t proved a profitable enterprise for us, and new rules mean that we have to spend a fair amount of money if we wish to continue. We have decided therefore to sell it. I am writing to you to see if you would be interested in purchasing it. If so I would suggest that I get a valuation, you get a valuation, we split the difference and that would be it, it would be yours. It is classed as an agricultural dwelling for rates, and comes with 4 acres of land so is classed also as a small holding. Please let me have your thoughts.’
Wow, that was unexpected. I wished I could speak to hubby, but he was sadly no longer with us. The insurance following his death lay untouched in investment accounts, it would cover the costs.
I spoke to Mik about it, what did he think?
“It could be your writing retreat,” he said, “and you could go there for romantic interludes, just you and whoever and some bottles of wine, that way I don’t have to listen to my mum in the throes of passion. I might even use it if I wanted, not for hordes of friends, but perhaps just my girlfriend, but to be honest, I will be okay here whilst you are there most of the time.”
“Will you help me do the work? It needs a lot.”
“Of course I will, it could actually be fun.”
So I had written back and said yes I would be interested, I arranged a viewing and a valuation, the owner did, both were actually within a few thousand of each other. I instructed a solicitor and within four weeks of his email it was ours. Mik and I went out one Saturday morning to look and see what we needed to do with the place.
“This will be your room Mik, you have free reign, just nothing outlandish please.” He smiled and went into the smaller bedroom. There was room perhaps for a double bed, some drawers and a small hanging robes. In the larger room it needed a new bed absolutely, and perhaps a robes and some drawers and bedside tables.
The bathroom needed a new smaller washbasin, smaller loo and perhaps just a shower cubicle. I would get a plumber to come and quote. I could just leave the downstairs loo as it was, but I would get a quote from a plumber. The kitchen though, I wanted a modern cooker in there, and I wanted the electrics checked, I wanted to know that they were safe. I probably wouldn’t put a new kitchen in, just a new cooker and washing machine.
An issue I was going to have to face was that I doubted I could get any deliveries. I would either have to buy or rent a van, or perhaps a tow bar on my car and get a trailer. I emailed a few plumbers and electricians and sat back to review my options.
One of the plumbers was much more enthusiastic than the others and was in fact almost the cheapest. He suggested gutting the downstairs loo and putting a high level Victorian style cistern and a small loo. There would be room for a small handwash too. He said it would look period correct for the cottage and with all the other works would not be a large increase in cost. I thought with the other works, plumbing for a washing machine, the bathroom and shower alterations, that his costs were reasonable. He said I would just have to pay for the parts upfront and then the labour when the work was done to my satisfaction, I told him to get going.
The electrician said that the wiring did need up dating, the consumer unit wasn’t to code. He also said the main fuse, owned by the utility company was too small, but that I would have to phone them to change, it would be free. Just tell them you have an electric car and need a charging point, they are very keen on them. He gave me a price, and I said I would let him know what the electric company said.
I spoke to the Electric Company and they sent someone a few days later. Yes the main fuse and connection needed changing and someone would be along in a few days, no charge. I arranged for the electrician to come back.
So then I needed to get all the old unwanted furniture out, I doubted I could get a skip delivered, but I rang a local Sıhhıye escort firm, and they said yes, as long as it wasn’t raining, they could deliver a skip the following day. Excellent.
Mik and I had great fun taking apart all the old furniture and fitting it into the skip. And soon the house was a blank canvas waiting for electrical and plumbing work. I was ready to hire a van and Mik and I selected the furniture and beds we wanted from Ikea online and arranged to collect from store. When I got the email that the goods were ready, Mik and I went, picked up a hire van, and then drove to Ikea to load all the things we bought.
We completely filled the van, there was no room left over. Mik and I drove the van to the cottage dumped all of the boxes in the living space, locked up, took the van back to depot, picked our car up, drove home via a chippie and collapsed on the settee with fish and chips.
Four weeks later and we were done. Mik and I had built all the furniture, the plumber had plumbed and the electrician had wired. The electrician had also collected and installed my new oven and washing machine for me. The cottage was modernised and ready, all in eight weeks from thinking about buying, to purchasing and updating.
Mik was at home and I was at the cottage, sat in my garden, yes, my garden, not someone else’s, and a tractor came up the lane. It occurred to me that as I now own a small holding, perhaps I ought to get myself a small old tractor.
“Hello” a man said as he jumped down of the tractor and stood by my little garden gate.
“Hello yourself” I answered.
“I heard that the cottage had changed hands, are you the new owner?”
“Yes, I’m Mica, I will be spending more and more time here now.”
“Pleased to meet you, I am Jacob and I have been using your land for hay, agreed with the previous owner.”
“Hello Jacob. He didn’t mention any agreement.”
“No? Well it was just a shake of the hand is all.”
“I see, and I presume that you want to continue? Only I haven’t decided what I want to do with the land yet. The only thing I know is I want it to be organic, no chemicals.”
“You’ll not get certification for a number of years.”
“Oh no, I understand that, I just don’t want any chemicals using on my land. I have no problem with natural resources, such as muck spreading.”
“Fair enough.”
“How much were you paying to use the land,” I asked.
“Oh, I wasn’t paying, it just meant the land was resourced rather than wild.”
“I see, I am not sure what I want to do with the land yet.”
“What tools and equipment do you have?”
“Absolutely none,” I laughed. “Would you like to come in for a cup of tea?”
“Well that would be mighty kind of you, yes please.”
He came through the gate and then followed me in, slipping off his wellingtons at the threshold. I flipped the kettle on.
“Do you still use the AGA, they can be a struggle.”
“Oh yes, I love it and it gives me my hot water, but a kettle works better for a quick cup of tea.”
“I see you have a stove too.”
“Yes, I have modernised a little but tried to keep as much of the character as I could.”
“I think you have done that. Restomod I think they call it.”
“On a budget I call it,” I said laughing, “how do you want your tea?”
“Just milk please.”
I made the teas and then passed him one and sat at the table with mine.
“I just have this massive pile of cardboard in my front room that I have to get rid off, and I mean massive.”
“The burn ash mixes well in with compost.”
“I don’t really have a compost on the go yet.” It was true, I don’t, it was something I needed to think on. All the vegetable scrapings and flower heads and the like, a compost could work for me here. “Nor do I have anywhere I could do a fire.”
“Well I tell you what, I could take it away and burn it at the farm.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, I’ll mix it in with muck and spread it later. No charge.”
“Oh okay, yes then, please.”
“Oh, and you will hear gunshots occasionally, I go rabbiting for the pot, would you like me to leave you a rabbit? If you’re here of course.”
“Gosh no, I am not keen on rabbit, bones are too small, and no guns on my land please.”
“Previous Tunalı escort owner had no problem, is all.”
“Well, sorry but this one does. I am not that finicky really, just no chemicals and no guns. I am sure that the grass will grow fine, and as far as I am concerned you can carry on harvesting the grass for hay, and when I decide what I am going to do, I will talk it over with you first and we will work out a timescale that suits us both.”
“Fair enough. It will be nice to have a pretty face around once more.”
“Thank you and it will be nice to know that there are other people around, this place was empty more often than not as I understand it.”
“Yes, the people than owned it before you inherited it and just rented it out. It was empty every time I came past. Let’s have a look at this pile of cardboard then Mica.”
“You can’t miss it, follow me.” I got up and opened the lounge door.”
“Gordon Bennet, you weren’t joking. Fair enough, I’ll come by tomorrow with my trailer and pick it up.” As he turned to leave we sort of collided and my mouth was by his. We stood silently, unmoving and then he leant down and gently kissed me. I reacted, my heart skipped a beat, my breath held, my mouth opened and my arms embraced him, pulling him to me.
“I’ve been working,” Jacob said between kisses, “I am in need of a shower.”
“No, not that I can tell,” I said as I undid his belt and tugged his zip down. After all, he didn’t smell to me, and a bit of honest dirt never hurt anyone. His hand went up my top and he found my bare right boob, squeezing it, tweaking my nipple between finger and thumb. Electric began in my groin.
Room was tight here, the pile of cardboard immense, no room for laying, he minded not. His hand slipped out of my top and up my skirt, two fingers slipping along my valley and then pressing at my entrance. Oh gosh, that felt so good. Why was this happening, how was this happening? I had no intentions of having sex with this man, why did I have his fingers inside me and my hand around his dick?
He pushed me back against the pile of cardboard, and then, I knew not how, he must have used his other hand, as his fingers slipped out of me, his dick pressed in their place. Not long, but he had some girth and he really stretched me. I was rutting. In my clothes against a pile of cardboard with a rustic farmer in the middle of the countryside.
His movements were steady, my fanny stretching as he thrust inside me, his balls slapping against my thighs and his pubis crushing against my clit as he pushed me back against the cardboard. The stretch was giving me a wonderful feeling, feeling myself opened up was something I hadn’t felt in a while. Very different to being pounded at my depth. My fingers dug through the denim of his jacket and held onto his back, my pressures building, my electrics increasing, small jolts shooting from my crotch.
He was grunting as he shagged, I was gasping as he filled me, my skirt bunched up between us, my top rubbing my nipples, I hadn’t had a clothed shag in a long time, it almost felt primeval. He thrust hard, lifting me, the cardboard moving behind us, and he held, and he gasped loudly and I felt him spurt inside me, filling my fanny with unexpected man juice.
It tipped me over, his spurts unleashed my orgasm, I screamed as I clamped and squeezed his dick, my fingers pressing hard into his back, my hips thrusting against his, my orgasm exploded through my body, my electrics shooting, pleasures coursing, and slowly my body relaxed.
Jacob stepped back, his dick sliding from my fanny, a dollop of his juices fell to the flagstone floor. He pulled his jeans up and tucked himself away.
I slipped past him to the downstairs loo and rolled up some toilet tissue to plug my fanny.
“Well,” he said.
“Indeed. Do you have any idea,” I said trying to get my breath and my composure back, “what time you will be here for the cardboard?”
“About eleven, if that is okay?”
“Perfect.”
Jacob left and the sound of his tractor trundling down the track was the last sound I heard for a while, until the hawks came back later, screeching and calling. After Jacob left I went up and showered, the plug of tissue going Turangüneş escort down the loo. That had been an unexpected and pleasurable interlude, but his width had left me sore, sore in a different way to the usual, sore in my fanny, not at the end of my fanny where I usually get pounded. Do I get bruised there I wondered.
After showering I spent a couple of hours stacking all the cardboard outside ready for Jacob tomorrow, I hadn’t yet decided if I would go out and greet him, perhaps there may be an opportunity for more rutting, but did I want that? I didn’t think so. Yes it was nice, but I didn’t want him to think he would have sex with me every time he came around.
At the back of the cottage was a small beck. It was low enough below the cottage that I didn’t think I needed to worry about it overflowing and flooding my home, but it babbled and had a pleasant tone. I took a cup of tea and a chair and sat watching the bubbles and eddies as it flowed wearing just my top and skirt, it was warm enough.
It was odd, I was sure I could hear speaking, I cocked my head this way and that, and it was there, words, but I couldn’t really make them out.
“Hello?” I said.
It all went silent, the voices stopped, even the beck seemed to quieten.
“Oh well, if you don’t want to speak, then fine,” I said to no one.
“You can hear us?” A voice came back. I was surprised, I thought I was alone, I couldn’t see anyone, just voices.
“Well, yes, of course, but where are you?”
“We are here.” And a shimmer in the light and what looked like small flying people appeared just above the beck.
Oh my god, had I taken some mind altering substance that I wasn’t aware of? Had Jacob somehow drugged me?
“Oh yes, there you are. Hello, I am Mica.” I didn’t know whether to be scared or not. I guessed I would find out soon enough.
“Humans don’t usually see us. Not these days.”
“Well, I am pleased to see you.” And indeed I was. There were two figures, small female in shape with wispy clothing and small fluttering wings.
“I am Elvina,” said one of them, “and this is Fay.”
“Well hello Elvina and Fay,” I replied pretty convinced I was going slightly mad, “You are welcome here.”
That laughed and fluttered around, at times seeming small, and at other as big as myself. It was certainly turning out to be an interesting day.
“We don’t like the man,” Fay said, “he kills and he puts stuff down that burns.”
“Oh well now then,” I said to her, “he won’t be doing that on my land. He will still cut the grass to make food for his animals, but no chemicals or guns, I have told him no.”
They fluttered around and giggled and laughed and then I felt a kiss on my lips, Elvina was holding me and kissing me. It felt odd to be kissed by a, a? I didn’t know, fairy? It was exceedingly pleasant, as she kissed me waves of delight and happiness washed though me, it was a euphoric moment.
Fay flew around and I felt her hands on my breasts, again almost overwhelming feelings of delight washed through me, I could feel my pressures growing. As Elvina kissed me, I reached out and embraced her, running my hands over her body. Her breasts were small yet perfectly shaped, fitting my hand precisely, Fay had her fingers on my thighs, running up to my crotch, light gossamer touches that had me opening my thighs in expectant hopes.
Elvina pressed her tongue into my mouth, waves of pleasure washed through me and then my back arched in my seat, fingers had penetrated me, they were inside my fanny, tingling sensations shot from my core to my extremities, my breath had stopped, Elvina gasping pleasure into my mouth, Fay into my core.
I was transfixed, I had never had a dream so intense, for I must have dozed off in the chair, this must be a dream.
“Oh no Mica, this is no dream,” Fay whispered as she plundered my depth, fingers filling me width and length, as if her finger grew to dominate. Fay bent down, my skirt pushed up and her tongue found my clitoris and sucked it into her mouth. I think my body exploded. My scream was quiet as my orgasm erupted, massive waves of pure pleasure washing through my body as I half sat there convulsing.
I half stood and then collapsed on to the grass, my hand pressing at my groin, my mouth opening and closing in my raptures.
I came too a little later. Later than what? A dream, an experience? I didn’t know. As I went back to the cottage to compose myself, I was sure I could hear voices. I hurried in and shut the door.
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