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The Holiday Farm - Part Two

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

rather lovely looking lady, the mother of the girl we had seduced only a few hours earlier, confessing to or at least suggesting the possibility of a loveless and therefore probably sexless marriage. Tom was clearly a bit removed but I had simply taken this to be his tiredness and preoccupation with his fishing trip in the morning. Then I remembered the earlier invitation, when Heather and her Mum had come around to us and Jo had referred to Tom as “Heather’s dad” not as “My husband”. Two and two was starting to make four. We were almost at our cottage now when Jo took my hand in hers. Her skin was soft and warm, it felt so tender. This girl was hurting and desperate for some attention. She had clearly hinted to me her interest but was I going to succumb to this added temptation? It seemed to be naughty enough that Missy and I had seduced her daughter, was I now going to seduce, or be seduced by the mother? I decided to remain warm and friendly but not give too much away although the tingle in my nether regions was suggesting this was not going to be easy. We collected the wine and walked back, hand in hand, to where we had left Missy and Heather but as we neared they were nowhere to be seen. My heart sank. Fuck did the Missy have no scruples? Did she not realise we would be back and that Jo would catch her making out with her daughter or worse? Jo put her finger to her lips to indicate silence and we walked closer to the old oak tree where we had left them and decided to ... simply take our chairs and wait to see what happened. We started talking quietly and it was then I suggested that Jo and Heather join us for a hike on Sunday morning. There is a relatively easy trail which starts off from a nearby public camp site and leads to a beautiful spot fairly high in the mountains called 'The Bathplug'. It is a natural rock formation with a large hole in the middle through which falls a constant shower of freezing mountain water. After the climb I absolutely love to strip off and stand under The Bathplug, letting the cold water refresh me and then to sit naked on the warm rocks to dry. From the start, the trail follows a stretch of river for a short while before it starts to climb gently followed by quite a steep section before flattening out again. The views from the top seem to stretch forever as one follows the trail for a bit before rounding a bend and coming suddenly upon The Bathplug. Jo was sitting very close to me, still holding my hand and, after accepting the invitation to the hike, was now silent. After a period she whispered, “I have a suspicion that Missy and Heather are, well, getting to know each other. I have never seen such a dreamy look on her face as when Tom and I got back from his fishing. Sarah… did you and Missy and Heather….” She left the sentence unfinished; there was no need to say more as I had stopped breathing. I could feel that I was blushing and was now having difficulty finding words. Eventually I whispered in reply, “Yes ...