1. The Holiday Farm - Part Two


    Date: 11/10/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Sarah84, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    Saturday - late afternoon. Cocooned in post coital bliss, we simply lay on the bed for a while. The Francolins called and off in the distance the “ huut, huut” trumpeting of a Southern Crowned Crane dragged us from our day dreams. We showered and dressed for the cool evening and wandered out onto the little veranda. The scent of soap, lavender oil and the evening air was intoxicating as we sat quietly sipping our wine and watching the day fade to the comforting cloak of early evening; in the distance the beat of tribal drums a warm reminder of our place in Africa. The stillness was gently broken by the sounds of voices as into the light from our open door, stepped Heather and her Mum. Momentarily panicked that she had come to accuse me, us, of some evil defilement of her daughter I missed her warm and open smile as she greeted us. “You must be Sarah...” and looking to my left, “and Melissa. Thank you both so much for having Heather with you for the day. Tom, Heather’s dad, is busy with the fire and we wondered if you would pop over to join us for a braai”. (A South African word of Afrikaans origin for 'barbeque') Well, to say I was at a loss for words would have been an understatement. Fortunately, Missy saved the day. Beaming, she positively gurgled, “We’d love to. What can we bring?” Her eyes never left Heather as they, between them, made all the arrangements for us to drift over in about a half hour and to take nothing more than our wine. With that Heather and her Mum, ...
    whose name was Jo, turned and left. Somewhere during the course of the exchange she must have introduced herself but my mind was a complete blank as I was still reeling from my guilt over the earlier seduction of Heather. Saturday evening. We had a wonderful supper with Heather and her parents and soon after we had finished eating, Tom said he was tired and had to get up early as he was going up the Sani Pass into Lesotho to try some trout fishing in the higher waters. With that, he lightly kissed Jo and Heather, bade us goodnight and went into the cottage. That left the four of us sitting out under the oak trees, sipping our wine and quietly getting to know each other. When the wine bottle emptied I suggested I would go back to our cottage to fetch some more but Jo wouldn’t hear of me walking alone and insisted on joining me. Clearly there was no danger so I guessed there must be some ulterior motive; my earlier trepidation returned in a rush. We were barely away from earshot and the glow of the lights from their cottage when Jo turned to me and said, with some hint of coyness it must be said, “Sarah I hope you don’t take this the wrong way but… well, you and Missy are very attractive. I am closer to 37 than 36 and have only known one man in my life, and that’s Tom. We married when Heather was born, I was twenty and he not much older but, well… familiarity breeds contempt as they say.” Wow! Was there no end to the surprises I would be confronted with this week? Here was this ...
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