Introduction:
Another Mike and Linda fantasy, this time a collaboration; Mike added to the main theme and guided the way the tale developed. Mike loves to imagine his plain and motherly wife as a dirty cow, a cock monster and a fuck slut! He enjoys reading about how his wife weakens and falls for the desire she has for a big cock; and of course, he can be around to witness it all.
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I was relieved when the coach pulled into the service area; I needed to piddle, a coffee and a stretch! After all the important stuff is sorted, I take my coffee outside, already relaxed from the strain of the cramped seat.
I stand feeling foolish, holding my coffee, looking for an empty table.
"Would you like to sit here?" The voice beside me spoke.
I look at the couple, fellow passengers on the "Passionate Gardeners" Coach trip.
Oh, Hi!, I nod at them, moving around to the spare seat at their table. They are a nice couple, attractive and young, in their thirties I guess, maybe older. I smile gratefully as I fiddle with the seat and coffee, afraid to kick the flimsy table.
"We needed this break, the man said," breaking the ice.
I was grateful to them, I felt alone here, at the service station, a lot more than when I was in the coach. I am alone, but I felt part of the atmosphere in the coach. I joined them this morning on the "Garden Circle Line", as the trip is sold. "The direct line to all gardens!" the adverts suggest. I am a keen gardener and photographer, so a long weekend of both is an attractive option.
"Don't trust the coach!" he went on, nodding at my camera strapped to my shoulder.
"I'm sure it'd be safe," I replied, "but I thought I might get a chance to take a few pics." I lied. I did not give it a thought that the coach might be secure.
"I'm Barry!" I declared, I joined this morning at Slough."
The man offered his hand. "I'm Mike and," nodding at the pretty woman, "my wife Linda."
Mike had a strong handshake, impressive and sincere. Linda took my hand in a gentle grip but looked into my eyes, smiling. I liked them instantly.
"Thanks for spotting me," I said, trying to keep the chat going. "I think I took the wrong seat in the coach. I am sat between two groups of people and they chatter over me."
"Yeah, we noticed." Mike said. "That guy chats all the time! Everyone on the coach knows about all of his trips..."
"You can sit with us if you like," Linda offered, going a little red, then "there is more legroom at the back.
"If you don't mind, I'd love to. I am suffering where I am at the moment. I may find it hard for another three days."
"Good idea!" Mike declared, "You can show me your camera!" He grinned at me.
"Mike is new to photography," Linda said. "This is the first time he has photographed gardens!"
I smiled back at them, trying not to crack the obvious joke about his previous subjects.
"Well, a camera helps you to see the world differently; all subjects become good image possibilities. Mike is expanding his range!" I suggested politely.
"Yeah, he does take good pictures though!" Linda finished. I shared Mike's pride as she said this, and enjoyed his stature change in response to her praise. Linda is an attractive woman, maybe approaching 40, but healthy and well shaped. In the sunshine, she has removed her thick woolly, which kept her warm this morning. I try not to gaze at her shape, but my eyes are attracted to her bust, her bra visible through the thin blouse.
I force my eyes to contact hers. "When did you guys join the trip?" I asked, trying too hard to let them see that I am not interested in ogling her nice shape.
"Do you have any pictures already?" Linda asked, ignoring my question, pointing to my camera as I placed it on the table.
"Yes!" I took some this morning as the sun rose. Near the river, the early mist floats over the surface, backlit by the rising sun. I have a collection of river pictures, always attractive and never the same."
I move next Linda and hand her the camera. She weighs it and declares, "This is heavier than mine!" I smile at her and point to the power button. While she holds it, I switch it on and after a few beeps, the last image appears on the review screen.
"WOW!" Linda said enthusiastically, nudging Mike with her elbow. We all crowd around her and view the scene. The image did look good, and I pointed at the button beside the screen that would bring up the sequence of images.
As we look at the screen, my eyes are attracted by the beautiful display of flesh, down Linda's blouse. Holding the camera with both hands, her blouse opened and I just could not stop myself glancing down at her delightful shape. I was afraid of offending them, as I do not feel that Linda would like this, so I chatter endlessly about the scenes I saw this morning, pretending to look at the camera, but I just could not look away from the delightful swell of her adorable breasts!
In a while, she handed the camera back to me and complimented my images.
"Well, a good camera helps," I said, truly thrilled at her compliments, "plus getting up early!"
Later, in the coach, we chatted endlessly about each other. Already, we have planned to eat together. The hotels are all booked on the circuit, so we will share time this evening, after visiting the only garden on today's list. I knew that this is going to be a great trip, and both of my new friends seem to be interested in photography!
...As I wait for my friends, I suddenly panic, afraid that they have sat somewhere else. It is ten past eight and I have drunk my glass of wine. I go to the service table and take another, not sure if I am allowed more than one. I don't care, I'll pay for it if I have to.
As I return to the table, my friends arrive.
"Sorry we're late Barry," Mike said smiling. "Linda did not have anything to wear!" He joked. Linda stabbed him with her elbow, smiling.
"Oh, it's ok," I said, "I've only just arrived!"
Mike looked at me and then to the empty glass. "Oh yeah, quick drinker?"
